No strings attached

Pt.5- It's just business.

The damp cloth swiped over his skin delicately a few more times before he held a hand up, signaling the other male to stop. He got to his feet, his legs shaking slightly. "Can I borrow your restroom to freshen up?" He asked, standing completely naked in front of the elder.

"Oh, sure. Follow me." He beckoned the worker to follow him as he led him to a rather spacious bathroom. "Do you need anything else? Like a towel?"

The worker shook his head. "I'm fine." He walked towards the shower and turned on the faucet, watching as water began pouring down generously. He didn't even wait for the man to leave, he just hopped in the shower and began rinsing himself off.

The cool water felt so contrast to his warm skin. It soothed him, making him release an appreciative sigh. He reached for a bottle of soap, but then paused, his gray eyes catching onto the man who was still standing there.

He just stood in the middle of the bathroom watching him. It was like he was observing his every move. Analyzing him the way a profiler constructed a case.

"Did you want a show or something?" Yokozawa asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Or did you want to keep watch to ensure I don't steal anything? 'Cause I'm just dying to steal your bath mat and place it in my restroom." He continued, smirking at his own comment.

"I honestly don't care if you steal."

"Damn. Here I was wanting to catch you off guard."

Kirishima didn't say anything, he just shook his head fondly. "Funny." Was all he said before leaving the room and letting the other man shower in peace.

Yokozawa didn't waste any time and simply continued showering as if this was a normal, everyday experience. He didn't even bat an eye at anything that had taken place as he washed the evidence of their session away.

He scrubbed and washed away any and all traces of what had been left before moving onto his hair. With a generous amount of shampoo he began sudsing up his hair and humming a tune, occasionally whistling softly.

It was only when his tune came to an end that he deemed himself clean and fresh. He turned the water off and stepped out, tracking water all over the white, tiled floor. A small tchh left him as he noticed this.

Shit. He shouldn't have said no to the towel offering. His gray eyes scanned the bathroom, eventually falling on a towel and robe that had been placed on a shelf. Surely those items hadn't been there earlier, right?

Not really caring, he took advantage of the generosity and dried off. Figuring the best way to repay this act of kindness was to stop dripping water everywhere and just get dressed as quickly as he could.

So he patted himself dry and put the robe on. Now that he was done...

What was he supposed to do now?

He exited the bathroom and poked his head around the corner, quickly spotting the elder man. "Thanks for the towel and robe."

"You're welcome." Kirishima replied, a kind smile on his face.

The worker glanced at him, walking closer. "So is there anything else you want to do? You still have me for a while."

Hazel eyes widened ever-so-slightly. "What do you mean?"

Yokozawa frowned. "Are you that dense? I'm asking if you want to do anything else with me. Or maybe you want me to do something for you? I could suck you-

"That won't be necessary. Thank you very much."

If he could've been anymore perplexed than he would've looked stupid at that point. Had it still not clicked with the elder that he'd ordered a prostitute for twenty-four hours? That practically meant he could use him for the whole duration of that time.