redlikecrimson | RL With Ken

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RL With Ken

Aya was sure that Ken was going to be frustrated after all the deliveries he'd sent him on that day but he had set things up to be worth it. The others had helped him out with getting candles to set the mood and putting Ken's favorite scents in the room with massage oil and bath products. On the table was his favorite dinner and Aya had the night ready to spoil him completely. Really he felt he should do it more but they couldn't really afford that kind of laziness.

So, this would do for now.

Smiling a little, he went out to the other room so he could make sure Ken didn't stop and collapse on the couch when he got in. In fact, once he saw the door open, he went over to help his lover out of his coat, offering him a little kiss.

"Welcome home."

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"A chance for me to just take care of you and spoil you."

Aya gently shoved him the rest of the way in so he could close the door then wrapped his arms around Ken from behind so he could put his chin on his shoulder. He was happy that his surprise was helping and going over well so far. That was more than enough to make this a success.

"You deserve it."

It really was the last thing he'd expected. Sighing, he settled his arms over Aya's, leaning enough to settle his head against the side of Aya's. For the moment, he was content to just stay as he was.

"There's no need to, though. I'm pretty happy just curling up with you every night."

"I know. But I still want to do this for you if you'll let me."

Gently, he kissed the side of his face before pulling back so he could move around in front of him. Walking backwards towards the bathroom, he held out his hand to Ken while offering him a smile.

"Come on. I'll wash you up."

There was no way he could refuse that offer. Without hesitation, he took Aya's outstretched hand and let him lead him along.

"I'm perfectly capable of cleaning myself up, you know. You just want to get your hands all over my ass."

Well that earned Ken a soft laugh as he moved them into the bathroom then went to get his lover's clothes off. That was all he did though, just remove his clothes. Then he went over to start the hot water before pulling off his own.

"I fully intend to only clean you up. Anything like that will be up to you."

Ken moved to help as Aya stripped him. Sure, it was nice, but he couldn't let him do all the work.

"And here I thought you said that ass was already claimed."

"It is. That's why I don't have to do anything about it currently."

Aya set his clothes on the counter then stepped under the water and held out his hand to have Ken come join him.

He slipped in beside Aya, his fingers already tangled with his. Ken was tactile by nature and touching Aya always seemed right, so there was no hesitation as he leaned a little closer, both to press a little against his lover as well as get a bit more into the nice hot water.

"Maybe you will later."

"If that's what you want then we will. Tonight is all about you."

Wrapping his arms around him, he held him close as the water poured over them, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was enjoying this, genuinely loving being able to take care of Ken like this.

It was something unusual for Ken, but he wasn't going to complain. Pampering wasn't a common thing and really, anytime he had an excuse to spend time with Aya that didn't involve missions or their teammates was precious.

Humming, he slid his arms around Aya's waist and leaned in, letting the kiss linger.

After a little while, Aya pulled back from the kiss to grab a wash cloth and the soap. Carefully lathering the cloth, he set the soap aside then proceeded to start to clean Ken up, making sure to scrub his skin in the ways he knew his lover loved after their other showers together.

"I'm sorry for sending you on all those deliveries today. I just wasn't sure of another way to keep you out long enough for me to set things up."

There was no way Ken would complain, but he did jokingly point out that Aya had missed a spot.

"That was just cruel, Aya."

Aya chuckled and went to get that one spot before getting down on his knees to move the cloth over his hips and thighs, even paying a little attention to his groin. It did need to be cleaned too.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

The sight of Aya on his knees never failed to get a response from Ken. Smiling, he let his hand move to thread through his wet hair, but the contact was all he initiated.

"So what else do you have in mind for the evening?"

That cloth moved further down along Ken's legs as Aya looked up at him, that smile still on his lips.

"After this, dinner with your favorite foods then I'll give you a massage. After that, we'll see how we feel."

Humming, he combed his fingers through Aya's hair, content to let him do as he wanted for the moment.

"No cheetoes and soccer?"

"It'll be a little more challenging to make you relax if you're yelling at the television during match."

He did lean in to brush a kiss against his hip before rising back up to his feet and gesturing to Ken to turn around.

Chuckling, he did as Aya gestured, making sure to lean a little against the tile wall. After all, it wouldn't hurt to give him a little bit of a show.

"I thought you like it when I yelled."

Oh and he did appreciate that show. He took a moment to simply let his eyes slide over his boyfriend's body before moving in to scrub his back for him.

"There are moments."

The pressure on his back was pure bliss. He wasn't one for pampering, but the attention was amazing, especially since his back was a spot he normally couldn't reach with ease.

"I thought it was all the time."

"The shouting at the television can be entertaining at times."

It didn't take long to finish with his back and then he was pouring shampoo into his hand and guiding Ken's back before starting a very nice scalp massage.

Groaning happily, he let Aya move him as he wanted.

"Glad I'm so much fun to be around."

Though Ken couldn't see it, he gave him a fond look as he kept rubbing the shampoo into his scalp, combing his fingers through the strands.

"You are."

He'd be far too busy to even notice, even if he was watching.

"I love your hands..."

"I think you just love my hands on you."

Gently, he started to pull Ken's hair in the way he knew he loved to let the water run through it.

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