The Intimacy Of Longing

III

Jakurai calmly continued to wash, eventually finishing as it didn't take him long, eventually he looked back at Ramuda, about to ask if he was done washing so he could turn the water off only to see him with his eyes shut, leaning against the shower wall sleeping. He chuckled softly and gently grabbed him, "wake up.. wake up, you can't sleep just yet." He said as he shook him gently, "do you need me to help you wash?" He asked calmly, not minding if that was the case.

Ramuda made a little sleepy noise of protest, batting at Jakurai with a childish pout. He didn’t even open his eyes, just tilted his head up towards the doctor and nodding tiredly. He had missed getting washed by Jakurai, feeling his hands glide over his skin, leaving little tingles in their wake. If he wasn’t so tired and drunk, that sort of contact would never fail to make him horny, but alas, not tonight, when he WAS tired and drunk. So, he was just going to enjoy being taken care of by Jakurai again.

Jakurai looked down at the boy seeing he was awfully tired out, finding it rather cute how he was acting in this state of mind. He nodded a bit, "alright I'll help." He said softly as he grabbed the body wash and started as he helped Ramuda stay up as he was washing his body, being gentle with his touch, he missed washing Ramuda. His body was so flawless and beautiful in his eyes, his skin so smooth and soft. He was androgynous, like an angel. As his hands ran over his body, helping rub in the wash he soon grabbed a cloth to help aid in the washing. Soon enough he grabbed the shower head since it was the removable kind and began to wash the soap off of the other's body carefully, using a hand to help wash it off. He resisted thinking any possibly dirty thoughts as well as not dwelling on the areas of the other's body that may arouse him as he wouldn't be able to act out anything so he had to hold back. After he finished he reattached the shower head and turned the water off, "alright dear, come on." He said softly as he didn’t even give the other the option to walk, he picked him up carefully, carrying him out of the shower. He soon grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Ramuda's body, taking him to the bedroom and setting him down on the bed to help him dress. But he first returned to the bathroom to unclip his wet hair, rubbing some leave in conditioner all throughout only to then wrap a towel around his waist as he grabbed the blow dryer and began to go to town with drying his long hair.

Ramada purred happily as Jakurai washed his body. It was just how he remembered, all soft and warm touches full of love and care. He gave a sleepy smile and a yawn, relishing in the comforting feeling of being washed by the man he loved. He could at least stay awake for that experience. However soon he found himself in Jakurai’s arms, and he naturally nuzzled into his chest, resting his head on his shoulder, gently kissing at his skin drowsily. He whined a bit when Jakurai put him down, a bit like a kitten or puppy that wanted more attention. He pulled the towel around himself, cold the instant the doctor let him go.

After drying his hair enough so it wouldn't soak the whole bed but still be just slightly damp he left going back to the bedroom, Jakurai smiled seeing Ramuda all cuddled up in the blanket, he gently rubbed his back through the towel. "Here, let me help you dress.." He spoke softly as he moved the towel away from him, slipping the boxers up his legs before he had him sit up carefully, he helped him into the t shirt which of course was oversized before he began to help towel dry Ramuda's hair carefully. Once he finished he himself slipped on his boxers, then his pajama set, buttoning up the shirt carefully but leaving a few undone for comfort. Afterwards he climbed into bed, pulling Ramuda beneath the covers with him. He kissed his cheek carefully. "Time for bed.." He said softly, clapping once only for the lights to turn off leaving the two under the warm covers with each other in the dark room.

Ramuda was all but gone at that point; he’d have let Jakurai do anything to him, another sign of his guard being so far down. It made him feel like a little kid to get washed and dressed by someone else, but he liked it. Not that he would admit that. It was embarrassing; he was a grown man, after all, and even he thought he pushed being childish too far. Before he knew it, he was all ready for bed and curled up warm and happy in Jakurai’s arms. Just where he wanted to be, where he HAD wanted to be for so many years. He opened his eyes a bit to give the doctor a deep kiss. “I love you, Jakurai...” he murmured.