"It is," he answers, leaning in to gently rest his forehead against the back of Kai's shoulder. Warm skin under warm hands, surrounded by warm air and warm water. So cozy, so intimate...

He rests there for another moment, and once he's sure that the water's managed to rinse away enough of the soap he'd left there, Shinji presses a kiss into that shoulder. "That should be good." Nice and clean. He will, however, not initiate pulling away. Not just yet.