Tetcho doesn't mind the water being dripped on his head; he might as well get everything wet if he's bathing, but for now, he won't dip fully into the water. That's mostly due to the fact that Jouno is there, cranky and cute as always. Tetcho is never concerned about being too obvious, because why would he want to be anything less? If Jouno knows what he wants without him having to say it, then isn't that a good thing? Something about reading each other, or it's really most likely the fact that Tetcho simply doesn't bother ever trying to mask what he wants.

And yes, he does want to kiss Jouno. He's taking too long. Those are two things Tetcho can fully agree on, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. It means Jouno wants it, too, or he'd be ignoring it entirely. Tetcho almost asks--do you want me to kiss you?--but the answer is given to him before he has a chance, in the form of Jouno crawling into his lap, all warm and heavy. The skin-on-skin feels nice, but the press of lips feels even nicer, and Tetcho pushes into it without hesitation.

Maybe he really is taking too long. A hand comes up to press against the back of Jouno's head, to keep him in place even though Tetcho doubts he'll move. He opens his mouth into it too quickly to be suave, the hand still under the water moving to grab one of Jouno's thighs.

"Mmmh." It's a sound of agreement, perhaps, at everything Jouno had just said, hummed into his mouth, followed by a lick at Jouno's lips.