[It could be both. Except in the case of the latter, that would be completely accidental. Shouto's running entirely on instinct, following what feels nice. He likes the shape of Katsuki's spine, the interesting ways his moonblessing changes it, but also the spread of muscles, the way they shift under his skin, still cool but warmer than before.]

S'not just a shower. Your shampoo's nice, but it's you, too. Kind of sharp, like pepper, but the good kind. Like something delicious.

[The words are a little muffled as Shouto continues to bury his nose along Katsuki's neck, trying to determine what exactly it is that's so compelling. It's distracting, but so is the feeling of skin against his lips, and he suddenly has the strange thought that if he licked Katsuki, he might even be able to taste that elusive scent.

He doesn't, because he doesn't want to die, but it's close. Thankfully, hands curling in his hair distract him, and he arches into the touch a little, lips shifting away from Katsuki's neck.]

...Is that good?