Kelvin grabbed the soap and still holding his gaze, started to wash his self. Soap suds trailed behind the soap as he lathered his whole body, starting from his neck down to his flat stomach, covering his slick skin with soapy bubbles.
Cris was the first to break eye contact as his eyes hungrily followed his hands. He imagined that his hands were the ones roaming all over him, imagined the taste of his skin and his body turned rigid. He couldn't believe this was the punishment Kelvin came up with. This was indeed torturous.
After cleaning himself with the soap, it was Cris' turn to be washed. With the soap in his hand, he started to wash him but this was very different to the way he had washed him that first time they had a shower together. Unlike the brisk, no nonsense scrubbing he ha
