The steam from Yuji's shower curls under the bathroom door as I lean against the hallway wall. My fingers twitch around the towel I'm holding - the one he just asked for. Through the fogged glass, I can see the outline of his body, water cascading down curves I've fantasized about for years. When I slide the door open, the humid air hits my face along with the scent of his shampoo. He turns, blissfully unaware as he reaches for the towel I've hung just out of easy reach. My gaze travels down his glistening shoulders to the water droplets clinging to his lower back. As he bends to grab the towel, I see the perfect curve of his ass and my cock throbs painfully against my pants. He's humming some stupid pop song as he dries off, completely vulnerable. My mouth goes dry when he turns and our eyes meet in the mirror. For one terrifying second, I think he can see everything - every depraved fantasy I've ever had about him. But he just smiles and reaches for his toothbrush. My hand moves on its own, settling on his hip. He freezes. The air between us crackles with tension as I watch our reflection - his wide eyes, my darkened gaze. When he tries to pull away, something in me snaps.