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Shower Sex

My clothes lay in a heap at my feet, my hands reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra, when Jimin steps into the bathroom.

We both freeze as he straddles the threshold between the bedroom and me, staring across the short distance at each other, before he smiles lazily and steps into the room toward me.

"You're back early," I say over the noise of the shower running, lowering my hands back down to my sides.

When he notices my halt in undressing, he quickly explains, "Me and the boys finished practice early tonight, our manager had some place to go."

"It wouldn't hurt to knock."

He makes a huh noise low in his throat, not quite an agreement.

We resume looking at each other, the steam from the hot water beginning to cloud the space between us. As soon as Jimin realizes I don't intend to continue undressing with him hovering in the doorway, he steps backward again. "Don't let me interrupt, then," he dismisses himself.

As soon as he backs into the bedroom, I quickly finish undressing and release my hair from its ponytail at the top of my head. When I turn toward the shower, I notice through the open door, Jimin standing right outside. Watching.

I pave my face into a mask of disapproval. Sigh.

"Would you like to join me?" I ask flatly, not so much a question than an invitation.

His shirt is already half-unbuttoned when he rejoins me in the bathroom.

Not sparing him the time to wait for him to undress, I pull open the glass door to the shower and step into the misty heat, letting the water first coat my hands and arms before stepping under the stream completely and tilting my head back to acquaint my face with the water.

In less time than I would've thought it took to remove an entire suit, Jimin pulls open the door and steps in with a waft of colder air.

"Move back," he murmurs, sliding his arms around my waist and stepping closer so that as I take a step backward, both of our bodies are distributed evenly under the stream of water. Reaching up to sweep my hair out of my face, I take a peek at Jimin through the water raining down on us. His hair is quickly darkening from the moisture, flattening down against his forehead where the water drips down his face and falls off of his chin. His eyes, rimmed with lashes coated in water droplets, are downcast toward me.

Without looking away from him, I locate the bar of soap and lather it between my fingers. When I have a handful of suds, Jimin takes it from me carefully.

I can see in the brief widening of his eyes that he wasn't expecting for me to rub the soap on him instead of myself.

My fingers brush over his shoulders, down his chest, then to his stomach, the soap leaving trails and clumps of bubbles. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat and he struggles to put the soap back on the shelf as my fingers continue to skim lightly over his skin. His frame visibly trembles as he struggles to remain still under my light, slick touch. When my hands begin to slip lower on his stomach, slowly stopping above his arousal that I don't look at but know is there, he suddenly grabs my wrists.

Frustrated but contented at the minor tease, I slide my fingers around to his back again, rubbing his slicked muscles in slow circles.

His hands previously on my waist suddenly unfurl, his fingers spreading nearly the entire length of my ribcage. I shudder slightly, but enough for him to notice.

"Are you cold?" He immediately asks, and before I can summon a response he pulls me closer into him, and I melt once our skin meets. It's hard to see anything under the torment of water, but his skin is so smooth, so warm, so touchable.