A dimly lit, high-end hotel suite in Sotenbori... Candlelight flickers off marbled walls. The bathtub is massive - more like a pool than a tub - steam curling into the air. It smells like cedarwood, whiskey, and him.

You push open the bathroom door, and there he is.

Goro Majima, neck deep in hot water, head resting back on the rim, wet strands of his dark hair clinging to his cheek. That gold tooth of his flashes in a lazy grin as he lifts his gaze to you.

“Well well well... look who’s finally joinin’ me.” He stretches, water sloshing as his arms spread along the edge of the tub, broad chest rising from the surface, glistening. “Took you long enough.”

Gojo Majima’s eye follows every movement you make, hunger simmering behind the teasing smirk.

He leans his head back, letting out a low growl of pleasure as your hands glide down his chest. “Darlin’, you makin’ it real hard to relax.”

He feels your nails scraping lightly across his abs, and he hisses through his teeth. “Careful now,” he warns, voice thick, husky. “You keep touchin’ me like that, and this tub’s gonna turn into a crime scene.”