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Gorou didn’t give the clerk a second look as he threw a decent sum of mora on the counter and held his hands out to receive his towel and soaps.
He had spent another afternoon in Inazuma city wandering and answering readers’ questions for his advice column just like he did at the end of every month. However, his borderline-sadistic boss had nothing better to do than nag him about promotional gigs and his new tail grooming routine.
Gorou needed a break, and what better indulgence than one of Inazuma’s most famous pastimes?
Gorou walked into the hot springs’ washroom with a renewed pep in his step, the humid air already filling his lungs with a comforting warmth. He undressed and placed his neatly folded uniform into a cubby. An attendant walked in with a large bucket, refilling the vat of hot water from which the patrons took pailfulls back to their wooden stools to scrub themselves down. As Gorou cleaned his ears, he noticed the only other two people heading into the communal springs room. It seemed that he was there at a slow hour. Good, he wanted a degree of solitude to reground himself.
After a satisfactory scrub, Gorou wrapped his towel around himself and walked tentatively into the main room. As expected, there were a few interested glances at his ears and tail, but the other patrons got over it quickly enough. Even so, Gorou couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious as he disrobed and lowered himself in a quiet corner.
No matter. The hot waters immediately calmed him down, and Gorou found himself sinking comfortably into its embrace. With a deep sigh, he let his shoulders relax and felt his troubles melt away.
Looking around, he saw the couple that left the washroom just before him. Across the way, there was a mother in a medicinal pool breastfeeding her child, and three other older people having a hushed but friendly conversation.
This was a great idea, Gorou thought to himself. He should do this every time he visits the city, he postured, letting the hot water envelop him up to his neck as he closed his eyes.
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“General Gorou!” a voice beckoned, interrupting his rest and relaxation.
Gorou sat up, visibly peeved as revealed by his ears pressed against his head. And there he was, the source of the disruption.
Arataki Itto.
The large man walked over with that big grin of his and squatted right next to the stone Gorou was using as a headrest.
“Oh man, what luck seeing you here!” Itto started, a little too loud.
“Hey, Itto,” Gorou replied with a nervous smile. “Maybe keep it down a little? There are other people here.”
“Always courteous as ever!” Itto said with a slap to Gorou’s shoulder. “But there’s no one else here. Well, at least, it seems everyone is on their way out.”
Gorou confusedly looked around. He caught the group of oldies ambling out as the couple that had just arrived grabbed their towels to leave with disgruntled faces.
“Nice! The place all to ourselves!” Itto exclaimed, unaffected by the circumstance. Gorou felt a little bad about the rude patrons, but he wasn’t going to complain about some personal time in the spring.
Gorou looked back up at Itto, instantly regretting the angle at which he was sitting as Itto dropped his towel. He turned his head quickly, both to save himself from the view and to hide his quickly reddening face. Only after he heard the telltale splashes of Itto settling in next to him on the rock bench did he dare to turn back to his hot springs companion. The situation wasn’t any better. Gorou found his eyes wandering up and down Itto’s physique, enhanced by the water droplets clinging to his red-marked skin. Itto leaned back on his arms tucked behind his head, and he sighed loudly as he visibly relaxed his muscles, smiling at nothing in particular with his eyes closed.
“This is the life…”
Gorou finally tore his eyes away and sat back, trying to relax again, but unwelcome thoughts about his body image started to fill his mind. He looked down at his slight frame, resenting his inability to put on muscle weight no matter how much he trained. He knew that genetics played a part in the way his body develops, but he couldn't help but envy the sculpted man next to him. If only he looked like that, then he could better play the role of a strong, immovable leader.
“Hey, buddy,” Itto started softly, “are you okay? You look a little down.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Gorou replied with a weak smile.
“Oh yeah!” Itto suddenly said with renewed energy. “Can you scrub my back? I couldn’t really get to it in the washroom. Here, use this.”
Itto held out a small washcloth and smiled at the general with puppy-dog eyes. It wasn’t fair.
Gorou couldn’t choke out a reply, so he just nodded and took the washcloth, motioning for Itto to turn around.
It was funny, the disparity between Gorou’s tiny hand and Itto’s broad back. He lathered up the cloth and wiped it across Itto’s trapezius muscles. At first, Itto tensed, but relaxed as Gorou methodically washed back and forth. He slowly worked from the top down, squeezing the slightly soapy water onto the oni’s shoulders and catching the excess to wipe more at his lower back.
The curve of Itto’s waist was very distracting.
“Are ya done?” Itto suddenly spoke up.
Gorou had been resting his hands right above Itto’s ass, admiring the dip of his spine.
“Oh,” Gorou said, embarrassed. “Yes. Here you go.”
Itto turned around and said, “Your turn!” As if it were the most natural thing in the world. Gorou had no choice but to go along with him.
Gorou felt strangely vulnerable. He had his bare back turned to a very large man. A large man with large muscles and long claws.
Itto washed him thoroughly, but he took the opposite approach. He started with Gorou’s waist, pushing the water around them up and up and up as he trailed to the base of Gorou’s neck. Every swipe of the washcloth gave Gorou goosebumps.
Here, Itto took the washcloth and scrubbed around Gorou’s neck, over his shoulders. Gorou bristled at the contact--he was a little ticklish.
“Oh, sorry,” Itto said softly. “Got a little carried away, haha…”
Gorou did not want to turn around. He knew he was red in the face, and worst of all, he knew he was a little turned on. It wasn’t his fault that he had a large, handsome man’s hands all over his back.
“Hey, little dude,” Itto said, voice brimming with actual concern. “Is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Gorou replied. He took a deep breath and turned around to sit back on the bench. He wasn’t good at hiding his blushing. Hopefully Itto wouldn’t notice.
Itto noticed. He grinned.
“Oh? It looks like our doggy general is feeling a little feverish. Can’t handle the heat?” he teased.
Gorou’s ears twitched backwards. A blink and anyone would’ve missed it.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said to the water. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, I can leave.”
“Nah,” Itto assured him. “I know how good I am at massages.”
After a beat, Itto continued, “Do you want more of the ‘Arataki Special’?”
“What?” Gorou turned to face the oni.
Itto reached out a gentle hand and placed it on the general’s shoulder. He smoothed his thumb over Gorou’s collarbone, taking note of the way his chest rose and fell with his increasingly heavy breathing. Itto cocked his head to the side.
“There’s no one here,” he said conspiratorially. Itto gave Gorou plenty of time to move away. He did not.
Itto softly pulled at Gorou, getting him to turn his back to him once more.
“Well, I need a ‘yes’ if you want me to continue,” Itto said as he rubbed his palms on both of Gorou’s shoulders. He leaned in close to Gorou’s ear waiting for an answer.
“Yes…” Gorou squeaked. “Ahem. I would… I would like that.”
“Good boy,” Itto purred into his ear.
Gorou shivered, and his tail desperately tried to wag under the water.
Itto sat up and motioned for Gorou to position himself between Itto’s legs, his back to his chest. Itto leaned into the head of copper hair and breathed in the scent of the hot springs shampoos. His hands moved down to grab the sides of Gorou’s chest, rubbing up and down and back and forth. He let the tips of his claws brush against Gorou’s nipples. Gorou let out a soft moan.
Itto cocked his head to the side, placing it over Gorou’s shoulder to watch himself move his hands down to Gorou’s waist. Gorou squirmed against him, breathing becoming heavier and heavier. The sight of Itto’s hands practically engulfing his entire waist had Gorou’s cock at attention. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and leaned back.
“More,” Gorou whispered.
“Now, now,” Itto assured him. He moved his hands down to Gorou’s thighs, purposefully ignoring Gorou’s hardening dick.
“Just enjoy the massage,” Itto teased again. “You hold a lot of tension General. I can feel it here--”
And Itto’s hands climb back up to firmly squeeze at Gorou’s shoulders, reminding the general of the full-body experience. At this, Gorou let out a disappointed whimper. His back was slowly arching away from Itto’s chest as he forced himself not to look any more desperate. His hands gripped Itto’s thighs as if to tell him to hurry it up.
“You’re so pretty,” Itto whispered as he mouthed along the side of Gorou’s neck.
“Please touch me, Itto,” the general said. Itto smirked.
Itto grabbed Gorou’s dick as he simultaneously bit down on his neck.
“Aah!” Gorou let out. He was definitely in his own little world, the only thing on his mind being the burning places where his and Itto’s skin met.
Itto slowly started pumping Gorou’s cock, all the while kissing over the spot he bit. Every once in a while, he swiped his thumb over the head, eliciting a growl that Itto could feel against his face. His other hand was spread across Gorou’s chest, effectively holding the general in place against himself. The more Gorou tried to buck up into Itto’s hand, the more Itto pressed him against his chest.
Gorou was so turned on. The restraint sparked a fire in his core that he tried so desperately to relieve, but with the way he was being held, all he could do was dig his claws into Itto’s thighs. Gorou tilted his head to let Itto kiss the other side. His mouth hung open as his laborious breaths puffed out visibly in the steamy air. He was getting real close…
Itto anticipated this. He took his free hand and quickly pulled the washcloth under the water.
Gorou came with Itto’s name on his tongue, his chest lifted out of the water, the back of his head pressed against Itto’s shoulder. Itto saw all of it, and he drank it in.
Finally Gorou came back down. He was still leaning into Itto as he gathered himself.
“Oh gods…” Gorou muttered.
“What is it?” Itto softly questioned.
“I can’t believe we messed up the public springs,” Gorou said.
“Don’t worry,” Itto held up the washcloth. “I got most of it.”
Gorou blushed, “That was really thoughtful of you. Thank you, Itto.”
“Aww, no problem, little man,” Itto said with a smile. “I’m not a total lost cause. I can be chivalrous.”
“I don’t think you’re a lost cause,” Gorou said.
Itto doesn’t reply.
Gorou turns his head up to look at Itto.
“Let me return the favor.”
“Oh, no thanks,” Itto said without hesitation.
At this, Gorou sat up and fully turned around.
“I insist. Let me… let me suck you off.”
Itto’s eyes went wide.
“That’s really hot, doggy general, but…”
“But what? Hurry before I change my mind.”
“Well, first of all, I don’t have a dick.”
Itto gestures down at his crotch with a smirk on his face. Gorou took it in, and then he replied, “I can work with this.”
“The second thing is, I give, but don’t really like to receive,” Itto said, resolutely.
“Oh,” Gorou said. “I see.”
With that he turned around and leaned back into Itto’s chest once again.
“This was really nice,” Gorou said wistfully. And then, “But we can’t do it again! It’s rude to the other patrons and to the hot springs.”
“No one has to know,” Itto laughs.
“You’re way too lax, Itto. We could really end up in prison for public indecency.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind going back as long as I can share a cell with you.”
Itto squeezed Gorou’s waist playfully. Gorou blushed (and he would never admit it, but he felt a chill go straight down to his dick).
“Hey! No more!” Gorou yelled without any actual anger.
Itto laughed a full-bellied laugh.
“I’m jus’ playin’ with ya,” he said.
Gorou sighed and smiled at no one in particular.