The shower cuts off just in time for Mo Ran to hear Tomoe call out that he's arrived, which is worse timing than he'd like— he had wanted to be dressed again— but he can work with that. Not that he really does need to get dressed, considering the clothes will just be coming off in a few minutes anyway.
"I'll be right out," he calls, although he takes his time, drying his hair quickly, leaving the ends of it still damp, and pulling it back into a ponytail, and brushing his teeth as he does before any encounter, a habit picked up thanks to his love of spicy foods. Anticipation builds under his skin, an all-encompassing fire that threatens to consume him. With how focused he's been on his teacher, walking a fine line between wanting to wreck the older man and cherish him, Mo Ran hasn't had time to indulge his passions, venting his energy in various exercises. They help but even the most strenuous of exercises don't leave him satiated in the same way as a good round of sex, and his hand will never feel the same.
So this is promising, someone willing to indulge his base passions. Eager, in fact. Mo Ran grins at his expression in the mirror as he looks himself over, knotting a towel around his waist. It doesn't do much to hide the half-hard erection he's sporting, but it feels a little more gentlemanly than simply striding out nude.
He does finally step out of the bathroom, gaze zeroing in on Tomoe. He's blonde and pretty, shorter than Mo Ran, all of which suits him just fine, and clearly not dressed to impress. Not that it matters: the clothes will be off in minutes.
"I didn't think you'd actually show up," he says, idly, as he crosses the room to the other man, smiling at him. His eyes gleam violet-black with lust, a sharp contrast to his playful smirk. He only stops when he's a hand's width away from Tomoe and he extends a hand, cupping his chin and tilting Tomoe's head up.
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"I'll be right out," he calls, although he takes his time, drying his hair quickly, leaving the ends of it still damp, and pulling it back into a ponytail, and brushing his teeth as he does before any encounter, a habit picked up thanks to his love of spicy foods. Anticipation builds under his skin, an all-encompassing fire that threatens to consume him. With how focused he's been on his teacher, walking a fine line between wanting to wreck the older man and cherish him, Mo Ran hasn't had time to indulge his passions, venting his energy in various exercises. They help but even the most strenuous of exercises don't leave him satiated in the same way as a good round of sex, and his hand will never feel the same.
So this is promising, someone willing to indulge his base passions. Eager, in fact. Mo Ran grins at his expression in the mirror as he looks himself over, knotting a towel around his waist. It doesn't do much to hide the half-hard erection he's sporting, but it feels a little more gentlemanly than simply striding out nude.
He does finally step out of the bathroom, gaze zeroing in on Tomoe. He's blonde and pretty, shorter than Mo Ran, all of which suits him just fine, and clearly not dressed to impress. Not that it matters: the clothes will be off in minutes.
"I didn't think you'd actually show up," he says, idly, as he crosses the room to the other man, smiling at him. His eyes gleam violet-black with lust, a sharp contrast to his playful smirk. He only stops when he's a hand's width away from Tomoe and he extends a hand, cupping his chin and tilting Tomoe's head up.