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You pressed your forehead to the cool tile of the shower wall, letting the chilly sensation soothe your aching head. You closed your eyes as the contrasting hot water from the shower nearly burned your skin, but comforted your aching muscles. At Cleaner HQ, hot showers were few and far between. With so many people often using the water at once, the majority of the showers you took were lukewarm at best, and like glacier water at worst.
Today, however, you had been fortunate enough that most of your fellow Cleaners were either away on missions or were busy with training. You had discovered, much to your delight, that the women's bathroom was empty, with every shower stall open. Excitedly, you'd practically sprinted to the nearest shower to check for hot water, and were ecstatic to discover that the water wasn't just warm, it was almost scalding. You'd jaunted back to your room to grab your shower supplies, change of clothes, and a towel, and hightailed it back to the bathroom to stake out a much deserved hot shower.
And now, as you allowed the warm water to wash over you, you desperately wished that warm water like this was more readily available. Having a nice, warm shower after a long day at work would be something you'd kill for to have on a daily basis. You put your head under the water, wetting your hair, and reached for your bottle of shampoo. You turned the faucet off to conserve the hot water while you began lathering your hair.
You froze when you heard the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door as someone entered the bathroom. You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned. Just when you thought you'd finally have some time to yourself to get clean with hot water, it seemed someone else had the same idea.
You listened to the bootsteps of the individual who had just entered the bathroom, and recognized that the steps sounded uncharacteristically heavy for any of the female Cleaners you were familiar with. The bathroom door creaked shut with a thud as the individual crossed the bathroom. You heard one of the wooden benches in the shower area squeak under the weight of somebody seating themselves. You racked your brain, trying to think of who could possibly still be at HQ right now that may have just entered the bathroom. Semiu was here, but Semiu's high heeled footsteps were a much different sound than the heavy bootsteps you had just heard. Corvus was here too, you thought, but there was no reason for him to be in the women's room, obviously.
You pressed your body to the wall, peering out a small gap at the edge of the shower curtain, and felt your heart stop. You watched, wordlessly, as the intruder tugged their T-shirt off over their head, tossing it onto the bench beside them, bearing their red and black tattoos to the world (and by 'the world', you meant only you because you were the only one here). The intruder ran a large hand through his blonde hair, shoving several loose strands out of his face, before stretching his arms up over his head and flexing his toned back muscles.
You nearly gasped and clamped a hand over your mouth. Enjin was at HQ today? You swore he and the rest of Team Akuta were out on a mission to handle some trash beasts in a polluted zone. So why was he here? And, moreover, what the hell was he doing in the women's bathroom? Enjin stood, rotating his torso to stretch his back, and then his hands began to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his trousers. You averted your eyes, suddenly feeling like a pervert for watching him from the shadows without his knowledge. You listened the the rustle of fabric as Enjin rid himself of the remainder of his clothing and heard him kick his boots off onto the tile floor. You backed yourself up to the back of the stall, away from the shower curtain, and lowered yourself down, peering out from under the curtain so as not to see anything your eyes weren't meant to see.
From this angle, you could only see Enjin's lower legs, which made you feel a little better, considering you were technically peeping on him, but still didn't want to overstep by gawking at him fully nude. He stood from the bench, snagging the towel from beside him and wrapping it around his waist. That made you feel a little bit more comfortable, somehow. The prospect that he wasn't completely naked within your view made what was happening feel vaguely more okay. He crossed to the far end of the bathroom, standing at the sink. From here, you couldn't see exactly what he was doing. Shaving his face? Flexing in the mirror? Who knew.
You stood upright, daring to peer out again through the gap in the shower curtain. Enjin had seemingly concluded whatever he was doing at the sink and mirror, and crossed the room back to where the showers were located. He reached into the shower stall next to the one you were in, and you heard the shower turn on. Quickly, you backed away from the cubicle wall which your shower shared with the one next to it, so that he wouldn't see your feet and be alerted to your presence. He stood outside the shower, waiting for the hot water to fully kick on.
It was at this point, that Enjin took notice of your discarded clothing, which was in a crumpled pile on the bench, a few feet from where you were showering. How he hadn't noticed them before, you weren't quite sure, but he definitely saw them now. He looked over your jacket, shirt, and pants, as well as the boots set neatly together on the ground next to the bench.
"Hello?", Enjin called out, sounding confused.
You were too stunned to speak, and instead reached over and turned the water in your shower cubicle back on, the sound of the running water serving to confirm Enjin's realization that it wasn't just him in the bathroom.
"Oh, shit", Enjin blurted, sounding embarassed, "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone else was in here. I can come back later."
"It's fine", you replied.
Enjin's nerves seemed to dissipate a little. "Oh, it's you", he replied softly, "I really didn't think anyone else would be in here. Do you want me to go?"
You felt bad forcing Enjin out, even if it was the women's bathroom. Wait, why was Enjin in the women's bathroom anyway?
"No, it's okay", you answered, but your curiosity got the best of you. "But why are you in the women's bathroom?"
Enjin laughed. "It's always so much cleaner in here. The men's bathroom is usually grimy and smells bad."
You nodded in understanding, even though Enjin couldn't see you.
"I really wouldn't have come in here if I had any idea there were any women in here", Enjin asserted.
"I believe you, you don't need to explain yourself to me", you replied.
Enjin sighed, breathing out any remaining anxiety he may have had. You were mildly uncomfortable at the idea of a man showering right next to you, even if there was a wall between you. But then again, you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little bit thrilled by it. It was Enjin, after all.
Ever since you had joined the Cleaners, you'd been more than aware that Enjin was, well. . . exactly your type. He was strong, funny, and caring. And, more than that, he was a powerful Giver and a great mentor to the younger members of Team Akuta. As if that wasn't appealing enough, his good looks and flirtatious charm were beyond the selling point for you.
So, quite soon after joining the Cleaners, you'd developed a crush on the leader of Team Akuta. You swore you'd never act on it, especially since you knew romance and commitment really weren't a part of who Enjin was. You supposed this silly penchant towards Enjin wasn't unique to you; there were plenty of other Cleaners who were quite open about their interest in the tattooed Giver.
You felt your stomach do a backflip when you heard Enjin's towel land on the bench as he tossed it off. The curtain to the shower next to you opened as Enjin entered and closed it behind him. The sound of the stream of water hitting the floor became muffled as his body moved into the flow of water. Your mind began to drift as you imagined Enjin, fully naked, showering just feet away from you, divided only by a thin wall.
"So", Enjin began, breaking the silence, "I take it you were trying to take advantage of everyone being away to enjoy the hot water too?"
"Yeah", you admitted honestly, "otherwise the showers are fucking freezing."
Enjin laughed. "I get it. I'd much rather have my skin sloughed off by the heat than to feel like an ice cube, you know?"
You grinned. "Me too", you agreed.
A comfortable silence fell between you both, as each of you cleaned yourselves. You finished washing your hair and reached for the body wash and froze. It wasn't in the shower cubicle with you. You opened the curtain a little and peered out, seeing the body wash perched on the bench away from the shower. You felt a blush creep up your neck as you realized you'd have to go out into the bathroom to grab it. Your towel was also on the bench, so you couldn't even cover your body while you retrieved it.
You weighed your options. You could just settle on not washing your body, but you knew you wouldn't be comfortable with that. You could always just hop out and grab the soap bottle and hop back in, but what if Enjin saw you naked? The thought made your face flush red with embarassment. You could tell him not to look, but that felt weird to do.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower curtain in the cubicle adjacent to yours being shoved open. You heard Enjin step out of the shower and move over to the bench, where he grabbed both his and your soap. "Need this?", he asked, holding your soap out in the direction of your closed shower curtain. You swallowed hard, pushing the curtain open about a foot. You observed your bottle of soap in Enjin's outstretched palm. Enjin, ever respectful towards his fellow Cleaners, had his head turned and his gaze averted from you, so as to guarantee you privacy. You couldn't help but admire how his wet hair hang heavy in soaked strands on his head, water droplets forming rivulets down his neck and chest. You reached out and took the bottle from him, your gaze inadvertently dipping lower, to realize he had no towel on.
He had no towel on.
Your heart richocheted into your throat at the realization and your body screamed at you to look away, but your eyes had a mind of their own. Your eyes quickly wandered to take in the sight of your fellow Cleaner, completely nude in front of you. Your eyes traveled from his face to his neck, admiring the swirls and curves of red and black ink tattooed into his skin. Your gaze trailed along the ink over his collarbones and chest, down to his stomach, and lower still. You felt a warm, needy heat pool in your gut at the sight of Enjin's cock which, even flaccid, was admirably large. His toned stomach muscles were adorned by black and red ink tattoos, which trailed down onto his hips, encircling his groin and cock. Your mind screamed at you that you were staring, and you quickly snatched the soap bottle from Enjin and withdrew your hand, returning your attention back up to his head, making eye contact with Enjin, who was looking at your face. He smirked knowingly.
You cursed yourself as you recognized he had definitely seen you give him a full body up-and-down, and you felt embarassment overtake you. You awkwardly averted your gaze, and felt too tongue tied to say anything. Enjin smiled knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Like what you see?", he teased.
Your stomach tied itself in a knot and you took an involuntary step back as your body shouted at you for not respecting his privacy. You had looked at him all over, but he had been respectful enough of you to only look at your face. Shame overtook you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as though that would hide you from Enjin's gaze. "I'm sorry, I thought you had a towel on, I didn't realize. . ."
The words of your half assed apology tapered off when you saw that Enjin was still smiling. Why the hell was he smiling? You'd just disrespected his boundaries and invaded his privacy. What reason did he have to smile? As if answering your question, Enjin tossed his bottle of soap back onto the bench and took a step towards you, pushing open the curtain to your shower stall and leaning into your personal space, eyes still trained on yours. He put both arms up, resting them on the sides of the shower cubicle, blocking you from exiting. "If you wanted to see me naked, you know all you had to do was ask", Enjin teased.
You bit your tongue and felt your face get hotter with humiliation. Enjin reached out and took your chin into his hand, turning your head, forcing you to look at him. Your lip practically quivered with embarassment as you mumbled a small "sorry" to him.
"Maybe", Enjin began, dropping his other arm from the cubicle wall and stepping fully into the shower stall with you, "We could both look at each other naked. That'd make us even, yeah?"
Your eyes widened in shock and it felt like your brain was sent richocheting around in your skull as a result of Enjin's words. "Huh?"
Enjin moved closer still, and continued to hold your chin, forcing your eyes to remain locked on his. "If that's something you're comfortable with", he added politely.
Your eyes moved on their own, shifting from Enjin's eyes down to his lips and you gave a quick, excited nod. Wordlessly, Enjin dropped his hand from your face and closed the gap between your bodies, his lips meeting yours. The kiss was full of intent, warm and caring, like Enjin had maybe wanted this just as much as you had. Without thinking, you brought both hands up to grip the sides of his head, as though you were worried this was all a hallucination and he may vanish if you didn't hold onto him. As your lips moved against his lips, your heart was aflutter and your stomach did backflips. You'd wished for this for so long, it felt surreal that it was actually happening.
As your excitement grew, the kiss became more intense. The gentle movements of your mouths became more rushed and needy as a new emotion blossomed. The kiss gravitated towards something more urgent and you became aware of an insistent heat forming deep in your belly. Moreover, you became aware of Enjin's hardening cock pressing against your lower stomach. The recognition of his arousal only served to make the kiss more heated, and your tongue traveled into his mouth as you leaned into his touch. You didn't know how much you needed this, but now that you had it, you never wanted the moment to end.
When Enjin's lips finally pulled back from yours, you tried to chase the kiss, leaning forward. Enjin chuckled and your attention landed on his face, with his cheeks dusted pink and a mixture of sweat and condensation dripping down his forehead. "You're sure you want this?", he asked.
"Yes, absolutely", you breathed.
"I want to be certain", Enjin assured, then admitted with a grin, "because once we start I don't think I'll be able to stop."
His cock, now fully erect, pulsed as he tacked on the second part of his sentence. You were entranced, unable to tear your eyes away from him, practically drooling at the sight of Enjin's wet body surrounded by the steam being created by the shower's hot water. "Then don't stop", you answered.
Enjin took two steps forward, backing you up against the wall. Your ass and shoulders hit the cold tile and you yelped at the chilliness. Enjin's mouth found your neck and he hungrily bit and sucked at the sensitive skin. One of his hands snaked around your leg and yanked your thigh up, gripping behind your knee and tugging your leg up over his hip. You gasped when you felt his fingers cup your breast, squeezing harshly at the soft flesh. His touch then dragged down your stomach and over your hip, and one of your hands shot up to cover your mouth as Enjin's fingers found your clit. Your palm stifled a moan as he began tracing lazy circles over the sensitive bud of flesh as he continued to suck bruises into your neck with his mouth.
Instinctually, you tightened your leg around his waist, pulling your body fully to his and leaving him very little room to work with. He chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your neck and migrating to your collarbones, nursing the skin there instead. His thumb still on your clit, his two middlemost fingers began to roam, sliding back from your clit to your entrance, teasing at the opening. Your eyes scrunched shut and you tried to grind down on his fingers, to get more of that delicious sensation he was teasing.
He seeemed amused by this, and began to dip just his fingertips into you, ghosting about your entrance but never fully entering you. You whined in disapproval, squirming under his touch.
"Enjin", you panted, your tone dripping with desperation.
At the sound of his name, his attention was piqued and he released your collarbone from his teeth, meeting your gaze. He halted his finger movements, and you let out a pitiful growl of lewd agony.
"Enjin, please", you pleaded.
Enjin's cock twitched at the sound of his name being said with that tone of voice, and both his middle fingers dove into you at once, finding little friction, easily sliding into you all the way up to the knuckle. Your head fell back against the wall and your body shuddered with relief at the sense of fullness his fingers provided. Maybe you should've felt a shred of embarassment at how your body was so ready for this that you were practically dripping at the teasing, but your lust clouded your mind and prevented you from feeling anything other than arousal and bliss. Enjin curled and uncurled his fingers within you, and you cried out, arching your back up off the wall behind you.
Enjin smirked at this, continuing the rhythm and setting into a steady pace. It felt so good, but you needed more. Your judgment returned for a brief moment, and you realized that Enjin was pleasuring you, but you had done nothing to return the favour. You reached for his cock, and were startled when Enjin's free hand snagged your wrist, pinning it to the wall above your head. You tried using your other hand, which was met with the same result. With both hands immobilized, you squirmed and groaned.
Enjin sensed your disapproval, but rather than releasing your hands, he instead began moving his fingers in and out of you, fucking you with them at an almost unbearable pace. Your eyes scrunched shut and your body tried to curl in on itself but was unable to do so due to being pinned against the wall, your hands over your head and your body flush against your companion's. The warm water from the shower washed over both of your bodies, wetting your hair and causing the moist strands to stick to the sides of your face and neck. Your nerves were alight with stimulation, and even the sensation of water droplets streaming down your breasts was almost too much to bear.
Your leg unhooked from Enjin's waist, your foot returning to the tile floor. You squeezed your thighs around Enjin's hand, trapping it in place.
"Hey," he warned, "you're not giving me much room to work with."
"I need you", you managed between pants and gasps.
Enjin's ministrations ceased, his fingers still buried deep within you. They curled once against a particularly sensitive spot, making you shiver. His eyes widened. "What?", he prompted.
"I need you inside of me", you begged, then added, "please."
His gaze met yours again, his face serious this time, as though he were contemplating your words. Then, he cracked a smile. "As much of an appealing ask as that is, I didn't bring protection. I don't know if you're aware, but I don't usually plan on shower quickies whenever I head to the bathroom to clean up."
He released his grip on your wrists, and you brought your hands down to hold the sides of his face.
"You don't need protection", you coaxed.
He cocked an eyebrow, letting out a half laugh. "Listen, you may be in the market for a spur-of-the-moment pregnancy, but that's not something that I-"
"I'm on the pill", you interrupted.
Enjin's smile was wiped off his face instantly. His fingers, still buried inside of you, twitched. "Really?"
You nodded excitedly. You then leaned up to his ear, whispering to nobody but him. "So come on and fuck me."
Without warning, Enjin removed his fingers from you and grabbed your body, hefting you up into his arms and using his own body to trap yours against the wall behind you. He grabbed each of your legs by the ankle, wrapping them around his torso. His lips met yours in a rough, heady kiss, and you felt his cock bob against your opening. His hips slid back and forth, teasing his erection against you and coating it in your secretions. He reached one hand down to line himself up, then he angled his hips just so, slowly burying himself inside of you.
The sensation of his cock was so much more filling than that of his fingers. In fact, this new sensation was almost too much. The stretch was intense, and bordered on painful as he entered you inch by inch, until you were writhing in his grasp. Once fully inside, he paused, giving you what you presumed was a moment to adjust. But without warning he dragged himself almost all the way out, slamming back into you, forcing a sob out of you. And with that, he set into a quick pace, bottoming out inside you with each flick of his hips.
Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the stimulation, and you wrapped your arms over him, your nails digging into his back and no doubt drawing blood from his tattooed shoulders. Each time his hips flicked upward, it eased small obscenities and pants out of you. The longer the act perisisted, the less your swearing sounded like swearing and the more it sounded like winded gibberish. At some point, the wordless noises were exchanged out for praise.
"Oh, oh, yes! Fuck! Enjin, please", or, "There, don't stop!"
Enjin, much to your surprise, seemed to respond very well to the anpproval and each time his name emanated from your lips, his movements increased in vigor. With how much force he was using, you knew you'd be feeling this for days, but you didn't care. All that mattered to you right now was chasing that tightening feeling in your gut that was getting more and more intense with each of Enjin's thrusts.
"Enjin- ah, I'm-"
"Close?", he asked, cutting you off.
You nodded, biting your lip to stifle a moan.
He pressed his forehead to the wall next to your head, panting next to your ear and clearly feeling the exhaustion of this tryst. "Me too", he whispered.
You crossed your ankles behind his waist, trapping him against you and every muscle in your body tightened as your orgasm overpowered your senses. Your body shook against his as your walls fluttered around him and static flitted at the edges of your vision. Evidently, the force of your release proved to be too much for Enjin to handle, as he gave one final thrust, burying himself inside of you and climaxing. You felt the warmth of his release fill you, and it only intensified the sensation of your own.
For several minutes you remained in that position, your bodies interlocked with his weight holding you up against the wall. After both of your releases had tapered off, Enjin shifted his weight to drop you down from the wall and he pulled out of you. As he pulled out, you felt a stream of his release follow, dripping down your thigh. You both looked down, admiring the way the copious amount of it formed a river down your thigh as it escaped you.
Enjin hopped out of the shower for a moment, returning with a small washcloth. He wetted it with warm water and wiped down your body and thighs, wicking away any evidence of him having finished inside of you. He then cleaned himself off, before reaching out and shutting off the faucet. You both exited the shower cubicle, grabbing your respective towels, and wrapping them around your bodies. When Enjin turned away from you, you grimaced at the sight of the long, deep ravines in his skin that had been caused by your fingernails. The skin was red and irritated around the scrapes (at least, in the areas where the flesh wasn't stained black or red with ink).
Enjin seemed to sense you staring and glanced back over his shoulder at you, catching the guilty look on your face. He smiled. "Hey, don't worry about it", he advised, as if reading your mind.
"I didn't mean to-"
Enjin waved away your concerns. "I said don't worry about it. I, for one, think it's super hot. Besides-", he grabbed your shoulders and walked you over to the sink, using his hand to wipe away the fog from the mirror, "we're even."
You gasped in realization as your reflection stared back at you. Your neck, collarbones, shoulders, and breasts were riddled with reddish purple bruising and teeth marks, courtesy of Enjin. Your stomach did a backflip at the sight and your core tensed.
"I didn't mean to go that far", Enjin admitted, resting his head on your shoulder, "But it felt so good marking you up like that. Just make sure to keep them covered. You know we aren't suppose to-"
"Oh my god!", you shouted, covering your mouth with both hands at the realization, "fraternization between Cleaners isn't allowed!"
Enjin titled his head, confused by your reaction. "That's what you're upset about?", he asked incredulously.
You pulled your hands away from your mouth and took a step back from the mirror, in which Enjin removed his head from your shoulder. "Are we going to get in trouble for this? Are we. . .going to lose our jobs?"
A hearty laugh escaped Enjin, surprising you.
"Lose our jobs?", he questioned, "The only way anyone will know that this happened is if you or I tell them. And I, for one, am really good at keeping secrets."
You relaxed a little. He was right. If neither of you said anything to anyone, nobody would know. You angled your head, surveying the discolouration to your chest and neck that Enjin had adorned you with. Enjin wrapped his arms around you, again placing his head on your shoulder. "You know," he whispered, "we could always make this sort of a routine thing. . ."
His thought trailed off and he pushed your wet hair aside, kissing your neck.
You hummed at the idea. "I think I'd like that."
Enjin nipped at your ear, then his golden eyes met yours in the mirror's reflection. "Yeah, me too."