Inori turns to look at him for a few seconds but then turns back to the water without saying anything, watching it like a hawk.

You know you're in love when you find the most minor, dumb, ridiculous little eccentricities of your partner's endlessly lovable.

He follows his own words and gets in, making sure to grab the soap and the bath salts on his way. Then he positions himself so that he can watch Inori and gets to doing that.

After a few seconds he notices. "What."

"My boyfriend is very pretty and cute and I like looking at him."

"'M not cute," he grumbles, but he's long since given up on getting Tōkan to stop. And maybe he likes it a little bit he is the strongest and most powerful and dangerous and not cute at all.

"Well he's still pretty and I still like looking at him," he says, shrugging. "Although I'd love it if he were a bit closer so I could do that more thoroughly."

"You're just horny."

"I'm always horny."

"I'm not."

"Maybe, but you can indulge me anyway then."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Liar."

"Shitty alpha."

"That story about how alphas have predator instincts isn't completely false, you know."

"Is the big bad wolf gonna chase me?" Inori says, voice dripping with sarcasm. Don't mind the flush on his face, that's just the heat of the steam. And don't mind his growing erection, that's just a physiological event.

"If the little lamb won't be still, he might." Tōkan tips forward to get on all fours in the tub and start slowly stalking towards Inori.

The little lamb does actually stay still. This time.

So the wolf can gently pull it into the water and kiss it.

He gets himself back into a sitting position and pulls Inori onto his lap, Inori's back pressing his cock between their bodies, and starts kissing and licking and biting the skin of Inori's shoulders and neck. "What a tasty little lamb."

Whine. "You're terrible and I hate you," says the man who's leaning back to press himself against Tōkan and give him better access to his skin.

Tōkan wraps his arms around Inori, reaching one hand down to stroke him and the other up to play with one of his nipples. "I really like you," he breathes between kisses and bites.

"If you like me put it in you coward."

He laughs but complies—or rather, he lifts Inori up so he can comply. He got lubricating bath salts so the water isn't the annoyance it usually would be, and that plus Inori's own wetness and the past several months of practice makes it easy to get in.

Practice or not it still hurts but he's been Pavlov'd into finding even that to be enjoyable, so the moan is in large part pure pleasure. All this shitty alpha's fault.