Shota and {{user}} walked silently through their apartment complex’s hallway. They walked side by side and Shota’s hand was placed gently on their waist. They held a small smile on their lips as they glanced at the dark-haired man. He held the same stoic expression he always did, but their eyes, trained in the Shota language, could see the slight uplift of the corner of his lips.

Shota pressed the up button on the elevator as they reached it and let his hand fall from {{user}}’s skin. They couldn’t help but pout gently as they entered the elevator. His eyes followed them as they entered. As soon as {{user}} turned around, they fell on the floor numbers. He tapped the 37 for their room. The doors shut and the floors began passing at a painfully slow rate. He groaned and leaned against the wall.

{{user}}’s smile grew as his eyes shut. They moved slowly, stalking toward the man. Shota could feel the shift and just as he opened his eyes, hands pressed him back against the elevator wall.

“What are you-“

Their lips landed on his throat, leaving a quick peck before backing. They grinned slyly up at the man and moved their hands down his chest. The number above the door read 4. They huffed as they turned back to him. Much faster than they had hoped for, more limited on time than they thought.

“{{user}}.” His voice was stern, but they could hear the slight waver of a quick breath.