The scent of garlic butter filled the air.
Az was whistling while shirtless—correction: half-naked, in just sweatpants slung way too low on his hips—as he flipped something golden and oily in the frying pan.
"Breakfast for my beloved," he sang, winking at Kei from across the kitchenette.
"I never said I was hungry," Kei mumbled, still red from earlier. "And stop calling me that."
"But your body disagrees," Az teased, nodding at Kei's twitching eye and very obvious attempt not to stare at his abs.
Kei turned away and grumbled, "God, I need to brush my teeth…"
He headed for the bathroom.
Paused.
The door was shut, and steam seeped from the edges.
Az called out behind him, "Oh, right. Ice Prince is using your shower. Hope you don't mind."
Kei's brain glitched.
Bel.
In his bathroom.
Right now.
Showering.
His hand hesitated at the doorknob.
He shouldn't.
He really shouldn't.
...
He opened the door.
Just a crack.
Steam rushed out.
The glass door to the shower was slightly ajar, foggy—but not foggy enough.
And there he was.
Bel.
Hair slicked back, water running down sharp shoulders, defined back muscles shifting with every slow movement.
His skin glowed under the heat, droplets sliding along the line of his spine, down to a towel lazily wrapped around his hips.
Kei froze.
Mouth open.
Breath caught.
He couldn't move. Couldn't even blink.
His gaze traced down Bel's back, the ridges of muscle, the V-cut leading into dangerous territory.
And then…
Bel turned.
Eyes half-lidded. Wet hair clinging to his face.
"Kei?"
Kei choked.
"AAH—!! I—SORRY—!!!"
He slammed the door shut and practically launched himself backward into the hallway wall.
Face bright red. Hands over his mouth.
Did I just... see that?!
ALL of that?!
Az peeked around the corner, spatula in hand.
"Wow. That sounded like either orgasm or murder. What happened?"
Kei stared at him in horror.
"I SAW—!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO—!!"
Az tilted his head, amused. "You saw Bel naked?"
"NO! I mean YES! But—! Just his—!" He gestured helplessly at his chest, his waist, his brain melting. "His everything was just there! Glowing and wet and muscle-y and—!!"
Az grinned. "Was he bigger than me?"
"STOP TALKING!!"
Bel's voice echoed calmly from the bathroom: "You left the door unlocked."
Kei wanted the floor to swallow him.
"I didn't mean to look!"
"You stared," Bel said flatly.
"Only for a second! Okay, like… five."
Az whistled. "So, five seconds of full demon meat. That's longer than some of my flings last."
Kei threw a towel at him.
"Shut up, you walking thirst trap!!"
Bel walked out moments later, towel around his waist, completely composed, water still trailing down his neck.
He walked right past Kei, leaned close, and whispered in his ear:
"If you wanted to see, you could've just asked."
Kei nearly exploded.
Az leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the chaos unfold, grinning from ear to ear.
"Breakfast and a show," he said. "This love triangle is heating up."
Kei just screamed into a couch pillow.