"It doesn't bother me," Derek said, ducking his head under the water to rinse and then shaking his head, like a dog shaking his coat.
"...I like it," he admitted, wrapping his arms around Isaac's slim frame, spinning him around until his back was to his chest, and then resting his chin on the boy's shoulder, watching as the cooling spray made the boy's nipples hard. "I like my scent on you, in you." He pressed his lips against Isaac's shoulder. "And above all...I like that you like it."