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Sora could feel Fang’s body beside him as he leaned against the car. He kept his eyes closed a moment longer—not because he didn’t want the company, but because he didn’t quite feel like himself right now. And that bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Still, he was grateful. Fang wasn’t pushing him, wasn’t prying—but he also wasn’t pulling away. It made Sora wonder. Was that another one of Fang’s abilities… or just who he was? ["You’re thinking too much."] Sora let out a quiet, noncommittal sound, something between agreement and protest. He only opened his eyes when Fang’s shoulder bumped gently into his, drawing his attention to the phone being held up in front of him. ["Check it out…"] As Sora leaned closer, he caught a strong whiff of Fang’s scent. It grounded him instantly, easing the tension in his chest. It was ridiculous, really—how Fang’s presence alone could calm him down. Like some kind of personal antidote to his spiraling thoughts. ["V said Cota is depressed. He keeps staring out the window, waiting for you."] Sora’s lips curved despite himself as he looked at the picture. The tiny creature, sitting by the window with a forlorn expression, was both heartbreakingly sad and undeniably adorable. Cota had gotten used to being around him constantly—they’d spent nearly every waking hour together. “I bet once he’s done sulking, Cota’s going to turn into a little wildfire,” Sora said, his eyes soft with fondness. They couldn’t bring him along. The car ride alone would’ve driven the little furball mad with boredom. And… if he was being honest, Sora had wanted this time too—to relax, to be present with the people he was traveling with, without constantly worrying about what trouble Cota might get into. V had agreed to take care of him while they were gone, though not without extracting a promise. Sora owed him a favor. Not that Sora had any idea what kind of favor you could offer a wizard. Still, a deal was a deal—as long as it wasn’t something dangerous… or completely insane. (He drew the line at offering up body parts for strange spells.) He was still smiling, feeling lighter, more like himself again, when Fang pulled the phone away. The distraction had helped. But then Fang suddenly leaned in and pressed a kiss to his neck. Warmth shot through Sora’s body, sharp and immediate. The spot tingled, almost electric, sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes lifted slowly to meet Fang’s. He didn’t mind the closeness—not even out here in public. It wasn’t like they were doing anything inappropriate. And besides, the parking lot was practically empty. Sora’s gaze drifted, almost unconsciously, from Fang’s eyes down to his lips, studying them as if seeing them for the first time. “…Is that one of your abilities too?” he murmured. “Cheering me up?” He didn’t really need an answer. It didn’t matter whether Fang could read him or not. What mattered was that Fang chose to stay, chose to reach out, to remind him—without words—that he wasn’t alone. That was what mattered to Sora. Fang was… kind of amazing like that. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at Sora’s lips as he reached out, wrapping an arm around Fang’s waist and pulling him closer. He leaned in and returned the gesture with a soft, gentle peck against Fang’s mouth. “I didn’t want it to get to me,” he admitted quietly, pulling back just enough to meet Fang’s gaze again. “But it’s not that easy to just… push things away.” There was a vulnerability in his expression now, but also trust. Fang didn’t look at him with pity. Didn’t treat him like something was broken or wrong. He just saw him. And cared. “I’ll be fine after a while. I usually am. It’s just.. something I haven’t completely grown out of yet.” Sora hesitated, then let out a small, self-conscious laugh. “…You know, I don’t think I’ve ever really told you about my family.” His voice softened. “I know your story. So I guess that’s not exactly fair. But you still never pushed me the way I probably would have.” He shook his head slightly, amused at himself. “Kind of makes me a hypocrite, doesn’t it?” The frustration he’d been feeling earlier had dulled, replaced by something quieter—something steadier. “I don’t mind telling you. Later, I mean… if you want to hear it.” He gave a small shrug. “Just don’t expect anything dramatic. It’s not a big story or anything.” His gaze softened again as he looked at Fang, warmth returning fully now. “But… I do feel lighter.” A faint smile grew across his face. “Like your presence is actually healing me.” He let out a quiet breath, the tension finally easing from his shoulders. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “You’re amazing.” Sora was glad Fang had chosen to come along on this trip, although he'd been against it from the start. ________________ [“I’m happy for him.”] Leon could tell Asta meant it. Even if there had been a flicker of sadness in his voice, when he talked about how the past Sora never really shared much about himself. Even though he still had been such a genuinely good person back tyen too.. Leon understood that well. Sora is a good personer, he cares about Asta. His words are genuine and not hollow or fake. But he can also speak his mind and be honestly with him. Asta might not always notice the close bond the two o had, but Leon did. Sora showed it in the small things… giving Leon a hard time sometimes. And when Asta and Sora got caught up in their own conversations or activities, it was almost impossible for Leon to find a way in. He always felt like an outsider looking through a window—close, but never quite part of it. And the worst part was properly that neither human seemed to noticed what was happening. That was part of why he had wanted this trip to be just him and Asta. No distractions, no third presence shifting the balance. Just them. He had a feeling Fang probably shared that sentiment. …Though, knowing Sora, the wolf had likely only ended up coming along because Sora insisted on joining no matter what. Leon pushed the thought aside as he crouched in front of the snack shelf, pulling out different bags and setting them down between them. Bright packaging crinkled as he compared options, eventually grabbing a pack of red licorice for himself. [“So!. Are we getting the sour cream chips or the barbecue? I know Sora said he didn’t want anything, but he always ends up stealing these.”] Leon huffed a quiet laugh and nodded. “Let’s just take both. It’s not like extra snacks are going to hurt.” He reached out, adding them to the growing pile. “We are on vacation, after all.” He shot Asta a small, teasing smile. “And I know you’re going to burn through all that energy the second we get there.” His tone was light, playful—careful not to sound like he meant anything more by it. Pulling out driffrent kinds of chip infront of them, just as Leon picked out a pack of red liquorice candy, something he liked. ["So! Are we getting the sour cream chips or the barbecue? I know Sora said he didn't want anything but I know he likes these."] Leon nodded. “We can take both—it won’t hurt having extra snacks around. We are on vacation, after all. And I know you’re going to burn through all that energy when we get there,” he added, teasing lightly, with no real implication about Asta’s weight. Inside, Leon felt oddly giddy—like a kid in a candy store. Even something as simple as taking a break and shopping alone with Asta made him happy. For the first time, it really felt like the vacation had begun. The mood in the car was noticeably better than before. At least now, Sora didn’t feel so disconnected; he seemed more present, more willing to engage. ["Hey Sora, I know you said you didn't want anything but I got you chips. (...) You can always eat them later– OH! I totally forgot to tell you! I got that new final fantasy multiplayer game on my switch. You wanna play it?"] Sora hadn’t expected Asta to think of him while they were inside. The gesture caught him off guard in a good way—it meant more than he let on, that Asta knew him well enough to ignore his usual (“I’m fine”) speech, and got him something anyway. “Thanks, man,” Sora said, smiling—this time a genuine one that reached his eyes. “I thought you sold your Switch?” he added, a mix of confusion and amusement in his voice. Back when Asta had been bedridden, they’d spent hours playing together during study breaks. At first, Asta had been terrible, only improving a little over time, and in most games Sora still beat him easily. After Asta started walking again, though, he’d once gotten so frustrated after losing that he’d muttered something about selling the console altogether. Apparently, he hadn’t. “I’ve never tried that one before,” Sora said, “but sure.” The last half of the drive was much livelier—at least in the back seat. Sora even offered Leon a turn, trying to include him. As it turned out, Leon was somehow even worse at gaming than Asta had been. Asta beat him three times in a row, and the car filled with laughter. By the time they pulled up, the sky was already begun to change into that deep orange glow. Sora stepped out of the car and paused. “…Whoa.” the sound simply slipped of him. The ocean stretched out endlessly in front of them, the horizon glowing where the sun was starting to sink. The water caught the light in a way that made it look almost unreal—like something out of a movie. The kind of view people took pictures of and posted everywhere. Sora had been to the beach before, a rar few times. But he couldn't remember it had ever been like this. This felt… bigger. Quieter, somehow, even with the sound of the waves rolling in. His eyes followed the line where the sun met the water, watching how it slowly dipped lower. The colors shifted every second—orange, gold, hints of pink bleeding into the sky. (…This is insane.) For a brief moment, nothing uninvited crossed his mind. 'This is probably the most romantic sunset I’ve seen in a long time.' Sora thought to himself. Leon shut the car door and stretched his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders after the long drive. “Finally,” he muttered. His attention flicked up to the house and actually paused. “…Okay. This is way bigger than I thought ot would be.” It wasn’t just a beach cabin. It was a full-on house. Wide, with large windows facing the ocean and enough space that it could easily hold a entire family. Two parents, 3 kids and maybe even grandparents without anyone getting in each other’s way. A deck wrapped around part of it, and there were even lights strung up along the railing. Leon let out a low whistle. “Not bad.” His gaze lingered for a second longer before shifting back toward the Asta, and then the car. There was a small, almost impatient energy in the way he grabbed a couple of bags from the trunk. “C’mon,” he said, more casual than anything. “I’m excited to sed the inside of it. Hey - when we get inside, why don't we pick rooms so we can unpack?,” he called out toward the group. There was a casual ease in his tone—something lighter now that they were finally here. Of course Asta and him was gonna share the same room. Even if Asta hadn’t maybe thought about it, to Leon it was a given. He didn’t wait around long before heading inside. Sora followed after the others, although he moved a bit slower. Inside, the house opened up just as much as it promised from the outside. The house was very spacious - high ceilings, open living space, big windows and many more rooms than necessary for just four people. “…wow,” Sora muttered. “This is a bigger that I imagined." He turned to Asta whom was responsible for the booking. "You sure this is the right adresse? I mean this dosen't look cheap and we are so close to the water. Asta, either you got the best deal ever, or this right here gotta be a dream." Sora said in that voice that would kinda belive it if this was a prank. They’d all already spild the rental and payed up front. But when Asta has said beach house, Sora had imagined somewhere that was more close to a shag than this. Atleast not a fully furniture house. Sora's attention drifted out past the windows while the others voice fell into the background about picking out rooms. He dropped his bag near the couch without really thinking about it and walked over, sliding the double door open. The sound of the waves filled the space instantly. Outside, the air felt cool and clean. Sora stepped onto the deck, resting his hands lightly on the railing as he looked out over the ocean again. The sun was lower now, the colors were richer in a way that made it harder to look away. He barely registered the presence getting closer to him at first. Only when he felt Fang’s familiar warmth and scent hit him did he. Without looking away from the horizon, Sora reached out. His fingers found Fang’s arm, then slid naturally into his hand. Like it was something he was used to doing and completely natural to him. ------------------------- Leon spotted his chance to grab Asta and claim one of the best rooms before the others even made it back inside. But Asta was moving far too slowly for his liking, pausing here and there to take in the view, completely unaware of Leon’s growing impatience. So Leon did the only thing that made sense in his head—he swept Asta off his feet with a grin, ignoring the brief protest, and hoisted him over his shoulder. Laughing under his breath, he carried him quickly up the stairs while the others lingered outside, distracted by the scenery. Once they reached the top, Leon set Asta back down carefully, making sure not to overdo it. His hands lingered, steadying him, before he stepped back with a sheepish smile. “Sorry—I’m too impatient,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe it’s the air… or the long drive. I don’t know. I just feel lighter out here. More at ease.” He glanced at Asta, his expression softening. “And mostly… I’ve got you here with me. This trip is gonna be awesome.” He gestured down the hallway, already slipping into planning mode. “Let’s pick a room first. Then you can text your mom and let her know we arrived. After that, we can see if we can start a fire outside—maybe grill some barbecue.” Leon’s enthusiasm was obvious. He’d already thought it all through on the drive. In the back of the car, there was a large cooler packed with meat he’d helped Fang prepare. There were more than enough for a proper meal to even satisfie a full grown werewolf. ___________________ Sora leaned slightly into his boyfriend. “…this is an amazing view. I've seen the ocean a few times now but it seemes more beautiful today than ever” he said quietly. The words came out soft, like they'd barely been spoken. His thumb shifted faintly where their hands met, absentminded more than intentional as his gaze stayed locked on the last stretch of sunlight. This was definitely the most romantic sunset he’d seen in a long time. Sora took out his phone for a second to sneak a picture of the view, before shoving it back into his pocket. Then he smiled as he looked at Fang. "Did you settle on a room or should we go pick one out for ourself?" Sora asked as he was about ready to head back inside.

Thank you for sharing! I delayed learning about Slow Damage a years, but Fujieda is just my type (he is so hot both in a suit and in a t-shirt) and I like his voice, I think I need at least watch his route as soon as possible.

Thank you for sharing!

i am so late huhu pls if you can comeback and reuploaded

does anyone have the manga please

Six dates. Interesting. Junko watched Yu's mouth, the practiced pout, the flutter of lashes, the delicate way those painted fingers played with the glass rim. Every movement was calculated. He's good. I have my work cut out for me... No...perhaps Yukie was better than good. Yu wasn't just selling his body—he was selling a fantasy. A whole damn ecosystem of them, priced and carefully managed. Dating packages. Vetting. Contracts. He had no idea how elaborate his operation truly was. No wonder he refused to return home...he had made a business for himself... Part of him was annoyed. Yu wasn't going to make this easy for him...this made his mission more complicated. Made the art of seducing him slower, more layered, and harder. A yet...another part of him was impressed. Glad that Yukie was cunning...He took notice of how those glossy eyes looked at him with practiced sadness, like a pretty doll programmed to pout. He doesn't trust anyone. Junko understood that. "You're thorough," he said quietly, picking up his own drink. He didn't sip—just held it, the glass cool against his palm. "I respect that." The Viper's mind worked beneath his lazy smile. He wasn't going to push him. Wasn't going to chase after Yukies dating package. Don't play his game. Play your own. Yu was flush now, cheeks pink from alcohol. It was obvious that the man was tipsy. Working. Pushing through the haze because that's what you did when the money was good. Junko's thumb found Yu's wrist, his touch gentle. "Tonight, I don't want a hotel." He saw Yu's expression flickered—confusion, maybe caution. Good. That meant he was paying attention. He leaned in slowly. Not like the other men probably did— the ones who grabbed demanded, and treated Yu like a transaction they'd already paid for. No. He moved like he had all the time in the world. Like Yu was the only person in the club worth looking at and spending his time with. "I want to take you somewhere else." He whispered in Yu's ear. "Somewhere you can actually talk to me without performing." He pulled back just enough to meet those beautiful eyes of his. "I know you're working. I know this"—he gestured vaguely between them—"is a job for you right now and that's fine." A small shrug. "But I'm not asking for your body tonight. I'm asking for an few hours. No hotel. No bedroom needed. Just...whatever you're willing to give that isn't on a price list...." Be soft. Junko reached out—slow enough for Yu to pull away if he wanted—and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "Call me crazy," he murmured, "but I think there's more to you than weekend packages and six-date minimums." He smirked, sliding his untouched drink toward the bartender. A silent I'm done."I have a car outside. Nothing fancy—But it's warm, and the seats are comfortable, and you look like you could use some water and somewhere quiet to sober up." He didn't mention that he'd noticed Yu was drunk. Predators don't help their prey sober up. Predators buy them more alcohol. Junko wasn't acting like a predator. That was the point. "In fact....you don't even have to spend the entire night with me...just grant me one hour, Yu." His voice dropped lower, warmer. "If you hate it, I'll drive you anywhere you want. No hard feelings. The money's yours either way." He smiled. "What do you say? Wanna see what happens when you're not on the clock?" @Yukonwolfspirit

one of my favorite series,,, seriously thank you so much you’ve made my day 🥹

Dear @Shaké, thank you so much! It was a bit hilarious at the beginning: Yukito's gay panick, Shuichiro's jiji-talks, chin-chin-jokes ets. I giggled the first tracks, I guess I seemed weird to other people on the subway (lol, next time I have to wear covid mask when I decide to listen BLCD at subway). XD Shuichiro's active side was cool (active older ukes are LOVE!), and it was kinda weird how he became timid after Yukito decided to take active role in their semi-joke sex play. And this: - I like you, Shuichiro-san. I have lost. Kyaaaaaa!!! This is the best part for me. And their pillow-talk as well. )) Though sex scenes were just not my cup of tea. Well, I'd love to hear about their plain life, like they goes to onsen-trip, or staying at home during a typhoon, or getting a dog or a cat... But you know... The seiyus' work sounds better than official art looks. I mean: Shuichiro sounds like he is at least 40-45 (though he is only 34). And I love him this way: beautiful, erotic, but not young, crasy about sex, but lonelly, no one wants to know him more, and he don't even looks at young men because of his age complex. But when I look at the official art I see just two ordinary anime young men at early twenties, near to be coevals. If not your review I just skipped this one! Thank you again!

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Pleaseeeee I never missed any of yours but this one was an exception!!! I really beg u to reupload this one

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Adrian chuckles and nods his head, rubbing the back of his head, "yeah.. which probably explains not having any ... you know, relationships. But your the only one that I actually.. went all the way with," he scratches the back of his head. Adrian smiles and nods his head, "well.. if you think I can, that says alot honestly." he rubs Cody's head with a smile.

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Cory chuckles, "my bad, I guess my cock wants to be nice and deep inside." Akira laughs softly, "I know how that is. My cock loves their home inside of Shuji as well." Shuji blushes and pouts, "oh but that didn't stop you from going inside Cody a couple of times," he smiles and pokes Akira's chest.

plssss reuploaddd when u can !!! :(