Ayaan nodded slowly, but didn't say anything further, for he did not know what to say on the matter. Embarrassment was still clear on his features, though he wasn't sure why he cared what Sebastian thought of him, he was just a simple slave after all.  Ayaan didn't meet Sebastian's gaze as his hands continued to roam that impressive form.  The cloth slid gently over ever curve of muscle that he could reach.  Ayaan washed the man's chest, then shuffled around to the other side of the tub to get the man's other arm.  His hand dipped into the water so he could wash those perfect abs.  A brief thought about comparing them to a washboard crossed his mind and the flush came right back to his cheeks and that pang of desire right back between his legs.<br/><br/>Ayaan dropped his gaze to help push back the thoughts, but his eyes fell between Sebastian's legs and he promptly looked back up, but he had caught a glimpse, however brief it was and his mind, for that brief moment, had pondered what it would feel like in his hand, what the man would sound like being pleasured.  Those thoughts did not help, for he was maddeningly hard again.<br/><br/>Ayaan shifted again to kneel behind Sebastian, mainly to hide his awkward bashfulness.  Partially to reprimand himself for being so stupid and weird around another man.  Ayaan whispered softly,   "Lean forward sir,  Sebastian... I will get your back."  He wanted to say Sebastian over and over. He just liked saying it and it felt good rolling off his tongue.  He just didn't understand the emotions coursing through him.