What's wrong?" Jian Ci called, his voice too tight.
Through the fogged glass of the shower, Yu Xi's shape was a blur of supple skin and motion. "Can you wash my back for me?"
The request hit Jian Ci like a physical blow. Wash his back. Get closer. See more. Touch him. Just thinking about it made his hardness painfully harder. "Fuck! " he swore internally. His cock gave a violent, eager twitch, straining against the robe's belt. No. He couldn't do this. "Use the loofah," Jian Ci said, the words coming out rushed. "You can reach your back."
A soft, amused sound from the shower. A hand wiped a clear streak on the glass, revealing one dark, knowing eye. "I have washed your back… what, several times before? And you can't return the favor? Woooow."
