Ken doesn't immediately acknowledge, or comply with, that statement - partly from desire, partly from practicality. There's no point in Chikusa washing him yet if he hasn't finished getting dirty, is there?

He rises, arms wrapping around Chikusa to hold him upright, and then Chikusa's being pushed up against the nearest wall as Ken follows, rubbing his hard cock against the place where Chikusa's leg meets his pelvis. There's a low, needy whine in Ken's throat.