The bedroom door closes with a soft click behind them, sealing out the steam and soap scent from the bathroom. Morning light filters pale and gentle through the curtains, warming the rumpled sheets that still carry faint traces of last night's oil and cum. Both of them are naked, skin flushed pink from the hot shower, droplets still clinging to shoulders, breasts, and thighs.
Haruto lies back first—head sinking into the pillow, arms spreading wide in silent invitation. His cock rests heavy against his lower abs—thick, half-hard from the shower play, veins faintly visible under the damp skin, head still glossy from soap and water.
