⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚
Before this starts, please read this: Even if this scene is N$FW, please don't s3xu@liz3 it too much. This particular scene is supposed to be deliberately, painfully slow, and is meant to show how much tension and unspoken feelings there are between Fujino and Hakura. This wasn't made for fanservice or any 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 intentions. Please don't rush the story or get too focused on this one scene alone. Enjoy.
⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚
"Chikao feels so nice..." "I wish we could just stay like this forever. I don't care if we haven't spoken in a while. I missed him..."
Naoya thought as he stared at the bedroom ceiling with glossy, half-lidded eyes while Chikao was trailing kisses down his neck. He hadn't felt this kind of intimacy in a while, so a single touch from him was enough to drive him crazy. The coldness of the weather and the warmth of his ex-boyfriend's body was making Naoya dizzy. It all felt so nice.
"I want to tell him how I feel. I want..."
A soft moan then escaped Naoya's lips when Chikao bit a sensitive part of his neck. He really did miss him a lot, and he wanted to tell him how he's been feeling.
"...I still like you a lot, Chikao."
He asked with a strained voice, patiently waiting for the other's reply.
Chikao paused what he was previously doing, processing Naoya's words.
"....Th-that's not-"
"I don't know. Thought I lost 'em, too. But something about seeing you again reignited my feelings for you. It's stupid, I know, and you don't gotta like me back. Just wanted to tell you..."
Your turn.
⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚