He hardly wanted to shower in front of Jonathan but he guess he had already been naked in front of him for some reason. Maybe once dicks were touched, all of that went off the table. With a sigh, he stepped under the hot spray and left his boxers discarded on the floor. It was really nice, he hadn't had a hot shower in a long time.

Before he could even protest or stop it, Jonathan was there. Again. Kissing him. He hated how smooth he was about all of this. He just stepped in, commanding and controlling. How could he have taken advantage of such a fox? It didn't make sense! "Ay, why do you always do that sort of thing? You're so weird." He raised his wet arm and wiped it across his lips, backing up. Of course, he was so focused on getting back for silly reasons, he fumbled his step and started to slip on the wet floor.