Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"It means you won't shut up and I want to shower." Mars responded, stepping into the water.

Naturally, priestly stepped into the shower with him.

"But I'm in here. Don't you find tempting me to be...unwise?"

Mars almost got on his knees to pray before he realized he really didn't want to do that.

"...you're in my way." He said, frowning.

Priestly gently wrapped his arms around him.

"Shall I teach you to commune with God, Mars?"

Mars glared at him, but the fact that his face had turned completely red ruined it.

"You said no more touching."

"I said no more sexual harassment during work."

He just glared at him more. Though, he really wished Priestly would let him go, for a lot of reasons.

"Now look--I can either scrub your back or teach you something new. Which would you prefer?" He pressed against Mars.

Mars squirmed.

"S-stop..." He said quietly, the blood no longer rushing towards his face.

"Go on, pick one...I'll do my best to make it feel nice, whichever one you choose."

"J-just...My back, please." He said quietly, looking away.

"What about your back?" he asked, massaging and otherwise feeling it up.

Mars bit his lip, not exactly in the best position to talk. He feared that if he did, he would make some sort of embarrassing noise. So he stayed silent and looked the other way.

"Or did you even mean your back?" he whispered, moving one hand to assault Mars's chest.

Mars was leaning against him far more than he should, but it was becoming more difficult to resist.

"...y-yes..." He managed to say, but it sounded entirely too much like a moan.

"I couldn't quite hear you," he said quietly, kissing Mars on the neck.

"...n-never...mind..." He mumbled mainly to himself, because at this point, it really didn't matter what Priestly did because it just felt good.

"Is there anything you won't let me touch?" he asked softly. "I only want you to feel good."

Stupidly, he shook his head. He knew all too well that he was going to regret it.

Naturally, Priestly's hands went to his crotch.

This time, Mars let him... For a few seconds longer, before he inevitably pushed him away again.

Priestly held onto him this time, quickly moving his hands back to Mars's chest.

"Okay, not there."

Mars frowned, knowing he should protest, but his mind had already formed the excuse that as long as he wasn't touched there, then it was totally fine, right?

"You're a virgin, right, Mars?" he said, gently squeezing one of his nipples.

Mars couldn't stop a gasp.

"O-Of course!" He tried to sound as feisty as he normally did, but that was completely lost at this point.