Madison didn't need to wait for a better invite. The scent of sweat and oil and dirt the hung around Hunter was too much. He wanted to make the man clean, so he could just smell him - his natural scent under everything. Madison was fastidious about scent as much as everything else in his life, and Hunter needed just a good rub down with some soap to make him gleam.
He was built just the way Madison liked as well, the muscles in his chest and abdomen defined against cool, slightly tanned skin. No doubt he could pick Madison up easily, break him if he wanted to.
Without saying a word he stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a pool on the bathroom floor and he stepped into the shower, reaching to grab the bar of plain white soap from the silver dish affixed to the wall, lathering it between his hands before he began to rub them across Hunter's shoulders and down over his arms, the water washing the suds across his chest and down lower towards his cock which Madison was now eager to taste as much as the rest of him.