When it's just the two of them, Jouno is far more physical, letting Tetchō touch without scolding, so he does. Hands on his thigh, over warm skin, the pads of his fingers tracing old scars and the lines of muscle where Jouno's legs tense. There's the moan, too, a warm noise that makes Tetchō's body respond, heat pooling in his stomach. There's the warmth of the water, of Jouno's body, of Tetchō's own blood racing under his skin. Good.

And, of course, the intimacy of bathing. Jouno is somehow able to multitask, still 'washing' Tetchō's shoulders. As Jouno rocks against him, fingers pull at Tetchō's hair, and he moans into Jouno's mouth, breath heavy. Honestly... this won't be enough. Ever since they'd started putting a label to it, Tetchō finds himself wanting to be with or near Jouno all the time, much to Jouno's irritation. And so, he'll likely try and sneak his way into Jouno's room tonight, because Tetchō likes to cuddle after sex, and it seems like that's where this is going.

The hand not pressed against Jouno's thigh moves to his ear, catches on the earring that's always so distracting. Tetchō thinks it's cute; Jouno would disagree. Either way, it's not like he can get in trouble for unspoken thoughts, so he rubs it with his fingers, pushing into the kiss, wanting to rub his body against the warm soft of Jouno's skin.