[Matt isn't blushing at all. The water's just warm -- wonderfully so, and he may or may not be letting out tiny pleased groaning sounds as it runs over his skin, leaving him deliciously clean and sleek feeling. He tries to make quick work of it, but he can't help lingering a little, hands stroking over his chest, low on his stomach, ghosting between his legs -- just a tiny bit, just enough to make himself shiver at how wildly sensitive he still is.
Then he's quickly turning off the water and tugging one of the enormous fluffy towels to wrap around himself, letting out a soft sigh. Turning around, he gives a little bit of a start at how...big Shiro is. Rationally he knows he knew, he had to have known to...do what he did. But it's different now. It's Shiro.
So, clearing his throat, looking down at his hooves, ears down against his head, Matt tries and fails to make his voice louder than a hesitant mumble.] Are...did you...need help cleaning up?
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Then he's quickly turning off the water and tugging one of the enormous fluffy towels to wrap around himself, letting out a soft sigh. Turning around, he gives a little bit of a start at how...big Shiro is. Rationally he knows he knew, he had to have known to...do what he did. But it's different now. It's Shiro.
So, clearing his throat, looking down at his hooves, ears down against his head, Matt tries and fails to make his voice louder than a hesitant mumble.] Are...did you...need help cleaning up?