No strings attached

Pt.17- No strings attached

The sun filtering through the curtains in light, parallel beams caused the worker to grimace slightly in discomfort. He rolled over so he wouldn't have to face the light directly and stretched a bit, attempting to get comfortable so he could go back to sleep, but a nagging feeling just wouldn't leave him be.

"I'm glad you find my bed so comfortable." A voice filtered through his light, sleep plagued state making him jolt and sit up right. Immediately he felt the lingering pain of last night's activity hit him at full force. His entire lower half felt extremely sore and tired while everything else felt extremely heavy like iron.

"Do you have to be so...happy in the morning?" Yokozawa asked rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. He took a glance at the bedside table and sighed wearily once he saw what time it was. It was so close to being midday.

How had he slept for so long?

"I guess I should start getting my stuff so I can leave, huh?" He asked, but it wasn't really a question meant for the elder to answer. It was more of a statement to himself that he should probably get up before he overstayed his welcome. "Can I use your bathroom to freshen up? Then I'll be out of your hair."

Kirishima nodded. "Go ahead. I don't mind."

"Thanks." The younger slid off of the bed and stared down. His lower half was completely bare. All he had on was his button up shirt from the day prior. He didn't say anything as he shuffled to the restroom. He kept the door open and attempted to remove his shirt, but couldn't undo the buttons with only one hand.

He struggled a bit longer before releasing a weary sigh and running a hand down his face. Was he really this damn useless?

"Do you need help?"

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you can't undo your shirt." Kirishima replied, entering the restroom and assisting the man with his problem. He hooked his fingers under the buttons and easily unfastened them before tossing the shirt aside. He stared at the now fully naked man, his eyes landing on the cast. "How are you going to shower with that?"

"I'll find a way."

Seeming unconvinced, the owner of the house shook his head. "Let me see." He scooted past the man and walked towards the tub, turning the bottom faucet on and allowing it to fill. "Step in." He ordered, surprised when the worker made no snide remarks.

The younger simply stepped in and sat down, pulling his knees to his chest. "Do you get off on this?"

"Huh?!"

"Do you get off on bathing people? If so, that's a little weird. I'm not gonna have to blow you or give you a hand job in here, right? Like I don't have to worry about you getting hard while touching me?"

Hazel eyes widened in slight offense. "What the hell? Has that actually happened to you before?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck kind of clients do you have? On second thought- forget it. I don't even want to know." He shook his head and sat on the edge of the tub, leaning over so he could get a bottle of shampoo. "I'm just going to wash your hair. Unless you need help with something else."

"If you want to touch my dick, you can."

"W-why are you like this?"

"I'm just playing." A genuine laugh escaped the worker as he found amusement in his own crude nature. He looked so carefree and...happy.

Kirishima simply shook his head and chuckled. "Alright, tilt your head back and keep your eyes closed. I've never washed someone's hair before, so sorry in advance if soap falls in your eyes."