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So I noticed that the ybc blcd (vol1) I have lacks the mini drama, if anyone has it can you please share it with me? Thank you in advance

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Julius rolled his eyes at him, but the gesture lacked any real bite. There was no tension in his posture, no sharpness in his expression—if anything, it felt like a thin veil, a way to mask the embarrassment quietly building beneath the surface. For a moment, he didn’t fully grasp what Yukie meant. That uncertainty lingered just long enough to make him hesitate—until Yukie drew him into his lap, hands settling gently at his hips. The touch was careful, almost tentative, yet unmistakably intentional, and it sent a flicker of awareness through him. Julius’s lips parted, then pressed together again, as if the words had slipped just out of reach. He stilled, caught off guard, his thoughts scrambling to catch up with what was happening. Instinctively, he glanced back over his shoulder, toward the path they’d come from, a quiet check for anyone who might be watching—anyone who might interrupt. When he turned back, his composure had softened. His gaze dropped briefly before lifting again to meet Yukie’s, a shy uncertainty settling in his eyes. A faint blush spread across his cheeks, slowly deepening until it matched the warmth already visible on Yukie’s face. “Here…?” he asked, his voice low and hesitant, the question carrying both disbelief and a tentative curiosity. He surprised himself for not really being against the idear.. …Well, it wasn’t as if this kind of thing was entirely new to them. They’d crossed lines before— In the car, and once at the beach. But this… this was different. This wasn’t hidden away or private. This was open and...Public. The realization sent a small, electric shiver through him. It wasn’t the thought of getting caught—no. But the thrill of it—the edge of it—that was something else entirely. The way his heartbeat picked up, just imagining it. The awareness of every movement, every sound, every breath suddenly heightened. The knowledge that they 'shouldn’t'… ..and yet, here he was, not moving away. Not saying no. ["No one comes out here.”] Julius let out a soft chuckle against Yukie’s lips as he returned the gentle kiss. His hands slid up to the back of Yukie’s neck, drawing him closer. Seated in Yukie’s lap, Julius held the height advantage, forcing Yukie to tilt his head back to meet him. Julius tongue ran along Yukie’s bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Giving Yukie his own quiet consent for them to continue. The witch was already getting aroused on Yukie’s lap. One thing he wasn’t quite sure about was how they would manage with Yukie’s form-fit dress hugging every curve tightly. ----------------------------------------- “Well… it’s not the easiest thing to explain,” Yumro began, his voice thoughtful. “Haruhi and I—we grew up side by side. He’s seen parts of me no one else has. Even the things I tried to keep hidden… he always seemed to notice anyway.” He paused for a moment, watching the fire flicker. “When we got together as teenagers, understanding our feelings wasn’t the hard part. That came naturally. What took time… was saying it out loud. Neither of us wanted to burden the other.” He let out a quiet breath. “I was afraid. Afraid that if I said too much—if I showed too much—it might push him away. That I might lose him entirely.” A small smile touched his lips. “But eventually, we did confess. And after that… we took things slowly. Careful steps, learning what it meant to feel the way we did.” He shifted slightly, turning the marshmallow over the fire before pulling it away at just the right moment. “None of it has ever been easy. Not even finding our way back to each other later on.” His tone softened. “Your mum knows what I’m like… the good and the difficult parts of me. I try to show him only my best sides, but when I can’t control the rest, I need to deal with it on my own.. for now. Haruhi isn’t as screamish as you might think,—but I still.. don’t want it to weigh him down.” Yumro pressed the toasted marshmallow between two biscuits, making a s’more with quiet satisfaction. “Still,” he added, glancing toward Haru, “you’re far too young to worry about any of this right now.” His voice took on a gentler firmness. “Focus on yourself first. Figure out who you are. And if, one day, you meet someone you just can’t stop thinking about… then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He gave a faint chuckle. “And if you don’t? That’s fine too. You’ll find your own way. Just don’t rush it.” He pointed lightly at Haru, as if to emphasize the thought. Haru always liked having a plan, didn’t he? Everything mapped out, step by step. Yumro took a bite of his s’more, clearly pleased. For a moment, he simply enjoyed it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something like this with others—maybe not since he was a child. “You never really know what the future will bring,” he said after a while. “You can try to plan it, sure—but life doesn’t follow timelines. Something always changes. Good things, bad things… unexpected things.” He looked back at the fire. “You’re a lot happier when you let yourself experience it as it comes.” Yumro paused, then glanced at Haruhi with a teasing grin tugging at his lips. “I mean,” he said lightly, “I could always walk you through what to expect when you hit puberty… or even explain where babies come from—if you think you’re ready for that level of enlightenment.” His eyes gleamed with amusement. -------------------------------------------- Shan followed Haruhi’s lead, slipping off his shoes and stepping barefoot onto the sand. The air had cooled into something gentle and pleasant, though the ground still held the warmth of the sun from earlier in the day. Hand in hand, they walked along the shoreline until they reached the water’s edge. The sea stretched out before them, calm and endless. Shan’s gaze drifted downward when something caught his eye—small, delicate shells scattered along the sand, tinted a soft shade of pale purple. He crouched to pick a few up, turning them in his fingers as they caught the fading light. Behind them, the sky was slowly transforming. The sunset unfolded in quiet brilliance, golden light spilling across the horizon where the sea met the sky. The shift was subtle, yet constant—warm gold melting into shades of amber, then blush pink. Wisps of cloud caught the colors and was glowing softly. There was almost no wind. No crashing waves. The ocean lay still, like glass, reflecting the sky so perfectly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. For a moment, it felt as though the world had stilled—caught between day and night—until the last bit of sunlight slipped beneath the horizon, and the light faded.

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["I want you to say...I want you Fang...I want you inside me. To come apart...because of me.."] Sora could feel his own heartbeat—fast, frantic, like a cornered animal. It thudded loudly in his chest, the rhythm echoing in his ears until it was all he could hear. Heat crept up his neck, burning at the tips of his ears as Fang’s words sank in. It was embarrassing—worse than embarrassing. It felt like Fang could see straight through every layer of deflection, every piece of carefully constructed bullshit Sora tried to hide behind. He’d said it the way he thought Fang wanted to hear it—controlled, distant, safe. But the truth… the honest version… was so much harder to say out loud. And so much more humiliating. ["Because...I want those things too."] The human looked at Fang but couldn’t find any words. Not because he was afraid—but because his boyfriend was getting exactly what he wanted… and Sora didn’t exactly mind. He wasn’t used to being seen the way Fang saw him. With Fang, it felt like being read like an open book—every thought, every flicker of emotion laid bare. No one else could do that. No one else had ever truly figured Sora out. Asta had come the closest. They’d grown up together, shared years and memories that ran deep. Asta knew him—at least more than anyone else ever had. But even that didn’t compare to this. To the way Fang seemed to look straight through him. Slowly, Sora’s body relaxed as he lifted his gaze to meet Fang’s eyes. Those dark orbs pulled him in, held him there. For a fleeting second, he wondered if Fang could hear his thoughts, if he was reading every stray feeling as it passed through his mind. It was strange… unsettling, even. But Fang had never abused that strange, quiet power—at least not as far as Sora knew. Sora didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until Fang pulled back, sitting up as he began to tug off his pants. His eyes followed the movement instinctively, tracing the path of Fang’s hands, and a nervous breath slipped through his teeth. He shook his head, as if trying to snap himself out of it—but it didn’t work. He wasn’t convincing himself of anything. He was just trying—and failing—not to stare. Because honestly, it would’ve been a crime not to. Even with the scars mapping across his skin, Fang’s body was striking. Beautiful in a dangerous way. He was a contradiction—part fever dream, part street-hardened threat. The kind of person who looked like he could ruin you without hesitation… and enjoy every second of it. The heat had been building for a while now, low and insistent, but Sora had stubbornly ignored it. Pretended it wasn’t there. But that became impossible the moment Fang looked at him again. The moment Fang took him. Sora world exploded. "Oh! Fang.. hot... so hot!! The human cried out as heat felt as if he was burning. The sensation made his insides ache and and tensing. Camping around Fang’s member like he wouldn't want him to leave. Pain and please mixed in his adnom. The loud moans coming out of Sora’s was unfiltered and unrestrained. Fang barely gav him time to ajust before he began fucking him hard. He was mad crazy but Sora couldn’t complain when he was trembling and using his strength to hold on to Fang. He was pounding him so deep in such a vulnerable position. Angled perfectly in the best position and no way for Sora to escape. Sora’s face was cover in a deep crimson blush, he tried to shift the direction of his eyes as Fang's intense gaze kept taking him in. It was almost too much. Too much attention, and too much love and lust. It felt like Fang’s eyes was bruning him the same way as the heat inside him was. "F-..Fang Ah..Ah god ah fuck..ngh so deep.. baby!" Sora’s fingers dug into Fang’s shoulders. Unpurposely hard enough to bruise his skin. Leaving red markes that would slowly become darker with time. He couldn’t control his own strength. He was slowly drowning in pleasure. His body responding perfectly with Fang’s evey thrust like they'd been practicing. Fang’s warm breath again Sora’s face, was giving him goosebumps and making the human keenly aware of just how closely Fang was watching him. Fuck.. All this just because Sora had proven a point about not being completely helpless. Fang was really punishing him for that.. So unfair.. Sora bit down on his lower lip, trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds slipping past it. He had no idea how thick the apartment walls were—something he’d never once considered until now—but the thought of the neighbors hearing them made his face burn. The rhythmic sound of skin against skin was one thing. But the animalistic raw groans and breathless moans felt like a dead giveaway. He hadn’t even known he was capable of making sounds like that until this moment. As said, he tried but he just couldn’t.. it was physically impossible. Especially when Fang saw what he was trying to do and began to go faster. Sora could feel the burning pain licking his deepst parts, and the pleasure shot through him like a gun each time Fang move. He had no idear how much more of this he could take. His mind was getting foggy and stupid. >he loved it< >loved Fang< >loved feeling completely different in Fang’s arms< Sora looked back into Fang’s eyes just before he pushed his lips into his. He licked Fang’s lips, asking for entrance. He needed something, anything to do with his mouth. And if Fang wouldn’t let him kiss him. Sora would just bite him instead. ----------------------------------------------------- [" t-tell me...more..."] Leon smiled, a quiet confidence settling in as Asta finally let his guard down and allowed himself to be real. Although, he hadn’t expected things to unfold like this—and the realization sparked a pleasant surprise. Maybe, just maybe, he’d stumbled onto something deeper… something that made Asta tick. A hidden kink maybe.. He leaned into Asta’s touch, pressing his face gently into his palms before the other let go of his face and took the initiative to continue. His hands found Asta’s waist, pulling him closer as he sat down. Swallowing him slowly with a bit of tight restraint. The thin space between them disappeared, charged with heat. Leon kept his eyes focused on him. Completely forgetting to even blink. His cock was only getting more difficult to manage - It got bigger as Asta breathlessly struggled to take him in on his own. It was so hot watching.. honestly his body was getting a normal reaction. He wasn’t immune and was equally effected he was breathing in deeply to suppress himself as he was all the way and Asta collapse against him. ["I...I love you.."] ["i..l-love...love you...l-love..ha..ha! you..I love you.."] Leon didn’t hesitate. The sweet tast of Asta’s hits his tongue the moment he decides to to pull the man in to devour his mouth. Lips full on lips catching Asta’s moan as he rockes himself in his lap. A groan escapes the back of Leon’s throat. And either his cock leaked a hefty amount of pre-cum, or he'd just came.. Leon wasn’t too sure about which. Asta moaned Leon’s name into his mouth and he responded by pulling Asta flushed against him. Making Asta’s cock grind up again Leon’s hard, warm adnom. It was a closeness they were both crawing for. "Ah..fuck" Leon barely recognize his own voice thanks to jots of pleasure that hit him and ripping through his body. He grabbed Asta by the back of his neck and deepens the passionate kiss. Turning it into a wild one. Leon could have flipped him over. Could have his lover pinched under him, but he stopped himself. This was what Asta wished. Through their connection he could feel and hear Asta heart slamming against his rib cage, hitting the walls like a wild animal desperately wanting to get out of the cage. The sound of it is so loud that resonates in Leon’s ears. "I love you too Asta.. so fucking much" He feel the warmth of Asta’s body, could sense the quiet urgency in the way he leaned in. His boyfriend wanted this—wanted him. It was the most honest Asta had been all night, even without saying much at all. “I love the way you respond to me… you’re so needy—I can see it,” Leon murmured, his voice low. A faint smile touched Leon’s lips, his expression softening. “You wanted me to tell you more..” he whispered, his voice smooth as velvet, almost angelic in its softness. “I will… but only with you.. my gorgeous Asta." Leon drew in a slow, restrained breath, as if holding himself together by sheer will. He was falling—no, unraveling—for this human. For this man who, by any ordinary measure, was far from perfect… and yet, to Leon, he was everything. Asta was intelligent, kind, and effortlessly funny. There was a warmth to him, an ease that made people feel seen. And then there was that quiet, mature charm—soft, unassuming, and utterly disarming. Beautiful, too. More than beautiful. Right now, he was breathtaking. Leon leaned forward slightly, his gaze drinking in every detail of him, as if committing it all to memory. His irises had darkened, the pupils blown wide until only the faintest ring of gold remained visible. He was focused—completely, entirely—on Asta. In that moment, nothing else existed. No thoughts. No distractions. No need for anything beyond him. He kiss Asta’s neck with big wet kisses as his hands slowly stroke both of Asta’s thighs. Leon’s tongue felt a little rough, kinda like a cat's tongue. He used it to tast the sweat on Asta’s neck and made his way down to his chest. "So beautiful.. so le mien(mine)" He said will keeping his eyes on Asta as his mouth were just infront of a nipple. Leon used his rough tongue to lick it. Making the young man's body instantly react and his cute little bud got hard. When Asta hesitated even just for a moment Leon used the chance to thrust his hips up into Asta. His hands on the other's thighs kept them both balanced as Leon continued to thrust his his up. "Je t'aime plus que tout au monde.(I love you more than anything in the world.)" He spoke in french, his native language. Although he rarely used it. It seemed to come to him easier whem emotions ran high. He didn’t let up his hips as his mouth shifted over to give the next nipple the same firm of attention. The little soft bud got hard almost immediately just after a few licks. "You love all I am doing to you. You have such a loveable body. Ngh..It screaming out 'Touch me!' Mh" Leon had to stop licking and instead grabbed a firmer hold on Asta’s to hold him in place as he fucked him harder. Pushing until his balls was slapping up against Asta’s ass. He was so fucking close to orgasm, but he waited. He want them to come together. He groaned deep down from his chest. "Mnh cume for me Asta..ngh Mon cœur(my heart)"

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