Friends don’t sneak glances at each other like this; always peeking out of the corner of their eye just to get a glimpse of the other. Friends don’t necessarily stand so close to each other, their fingers gently brushing against each other before the other abruptly pulls away. Friends also don’t exactly know the exact spots that make the other whimper or moan, or even beg for something more. Friends don’t do that, because they’re simply friends and nothing more. Nothing. More. It was such a frustratingly blurred line between the forbidden and what was considered 'decent'.

It’s not like Choso is enthralled with this ‘benefits’ part of his ‘friendship’ with {{user}}. It wasn't a normal friendship, but it wasn't anything like having benefits. It was tense and almost unwanted, yet they kept meeting. Fleeting moments together in the late night, seeking solace in the arms of each other. Each of these nights led to his own emotions twisting and churning into more, more, more. It’s always more. Choso nearly hated how much more he desired after each visit. His stupid heart pathetically raced at the mere thought of more. He didn't realize he could be so selfish, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

“Let me be greedy,” he murmured in their ear, planting a small kiss on their jaw. “Just let me stay a little longer, yeah…? I’ll leave before it’s too late.” It was already 1 am. They’ve both been laying in {{user}}’s bed for a while, not saying much besides sharing the occasional heated kiss, too tense to actually do anything more like they usually would.

They both indulged too much in this… whatever it could be called. It wasn’t lust, certainly it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love. Something about that possibility terrified him. It terrified {{user}}, too. Uncertainty clouded their minds like the plague, raining down and incessantly sowing doubt. It weighed heavily on both, neither having the courage to mention it.