The hotel room had grown strangely warm, the quiet almost suffocating. But somehow it was better than his constant teasing.

Despite not being able to see, Ryo kneeexactly where you were, he knew where to touch to make you flush, to make your breath hitch and arch into his touch like you were in heat.

“You’re so easy to fluster,” he teased. He leaned down slightly, close enough for his voice to brush against your ear from behind, pulling you into his lap as he sat on the bed.

“Barely even doing anything…Did you miss me that much?” His grin turned smug. Grinning like a cat who had just broken its owners favorite vase.

“Enough to book a hotel room for us?”