♢My Master♢ {Yukonwolfspirit~M-jow (18+}

[Yukonwolfspirit]

Yukie groaned and pulled Julius’s closer almost as if he was a man possessed. No, he was more obsessed with Julius than ever before. It had taken him time to adjust and figure things out for this rougher fucking but once they had the house echoed with blissful moans and the sharp slapping sounds.

”I love you, and you will always be mine. Forever.” Yukie whispered in Julius’s ear as he nipped the reddened bit of flesh. Their passionate lovemaking climaxed and moved around the bed doing until both were exhausted. In the end Yukie had successfully buried himself in Julius his cock throbbing and knotting him as he filled his lovers insides.

”mmmh…The sheets are nice. We might need spare sets.” Yukie admitted as he cuddled Julius breaking the silence from before that echoing through the house as Yukie looked at his mate taking a moment to build up his spine.

”….I’m sorry for before….I-I’m not use to being so…not me. It’s strange and terrifying. I don’t know how to be…non all powerful demon…I’m struggling to find my footing. To find my place.” Yukie explained softly as he was trying to put his conflicted feelings into words.

“The power I had was almost godlike…to be…normal. It’s an heavy adjustment. I don’t know how to live…normal. How to do anything normal really.” Yukie mumbled motioning to the lube as explanation since before he could just pull it out of thin air or have his cock do so many magical things for sex. Now that appendage well…it was still fun as ever, but more so in the way that he could change it shape texture size ect…and how he used it. He couldn’t use demon magic to enhance just like how he couldn’t make anything appear. At most he was stripped down to impressive healing and basic demon skills.

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“Smart ass, being such a damn tease. I know damn well you can do it blindfolded.” Haruhi said with a huff and a roll of his eyes as he reached down and guided Yumros cock into his aching ass. Yumro was testing him being so cheeky. Smirking a little Haruhi trusting Yumro would hold him firm sat up with a little too much ease. 

Looking in Yumros eyes Haruhi wrapped his arms around his mates neck and pulled him closer for a deep kiss and with his body weight adjusted pushed Yumros cock in with one full thrust. Biting back the sudden moan from being filled Haruhi tangled a free hand in Yumros hair as he pulled it back exposing Yumros neck.

”keep in mind I’m not weak, darling~ I can keep up and run alongside as your mate and even as your pack.” Haruhi reminded Yumro as he nipped his lovers neck biting him a little roughly to prove a point as he smirked. “ I can handle all of you.” Haruhi stated as he released Yumro and succumbed to the full body shiver he felt as he started fucking himself on Yumros cock.

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On 10/1/2026 at 12:22 PM, M-jow said:

"Well I free uptill noon tomorrow. If that is an invitation that is?"

“I would hope you would stay till you leave tomorrow afternoon. Depending on how it goes I wouldn’t mind exchanging numbers and meeting back up.” Haru admitted with a deep blush as he relaxed beside Simon the demon still a little tense but calming down as he boldly made a move his hand resting on Simon’s leg open.

On 10/1/2026 at 12:22 PM, M-jow said:

"You don't need to be shy. I can hold your hand all night if that's your wish."

 

“I would like that…” Haru barely squeaked out as he felt Simon squeeze his hand gentle in a rather reassuring way that only made him all the more shy.

Haru couldn’t understand let alone hide his deepening blush that made his ears burn an even darker red. He also didn’t plan to lean slightly into his dates hand, as he felt Simon’s fingers brush against his head to tame a sneaky strand of hair that had escaped its bindings. He didn’t dare glance over ans he felt those delicate fingers tuck the strand behind his ear. 

Simon’s sweetness and gentle nature was so new to Haru.He was so shy in this tender moment, gods! how could Simon read him so well. It was like he was an open book! 

On 10/1/2026 at 12:22 PM, M-jow said:

"Say Haruko." Shan voice sounded gentle as he let the other lean against him. The weight weirdly pleasant.

"I think you are really cute, and I'm attracted to you. I mean your are funny and hot to boot. I'd like to get to know you. But you seem quite nervous.. is it me making you feel that way? Or is this your first time out with a guy? If so it okay just taking it at your pace. I'd hate for you to feel forced into anything you don't want to.."

 

“….Oh! No, no I’m…I’ve….never been…out before. Ever. Really…I just never had time. Then it kinda spiraled to being out of the loop…I never got asked out. Kinda became a wallflower and truth be told…I…I’m not exactly approachable with those that know me.” Haru explained with an awkward blush as he dreaded the topic only thinking back to all of the strained relationships with work colleagues and those who had gossiped about how hard he would be to ask out. 

Haru had through no fault of his own become sort of a warning to those who worked with him on who to avoid dating, talking to…hell just don’t even look at him. Granted half of the time Haru had deserved a few of those glares, he had been on heavy work benders since he chose his career. 

Haru was able to skip many essentials in life due to what he was….sleep had become completely optional, even proper meals were ignored at times. Due to this discovery….Haru often had quick pre made two minute meals, and way to many energy drinks on hand…due to this….he really wasn’t the best person to deal with when he was in his work zone.

His work life was, no had become everything. He hated outing with his coworkers and kept to his self… so it was only fair he was terrifying to his co workers and they gossiped to no end about him and well, avoided him. …it didn’t help his publicist was the only one willing to deal with him he was the one who dragged him out tonight. Who convinced the team to go with him…he had promised them bottomless booze in an attempt to socialize Haru.

In a sense he was successful even if he ended up loosing Haru tonight.

On 10/1/2026 at 12:22 PM, M-jow said:

"I feel pretty lucky to have you all to myself. You aren't as bad at this as you might think. Be confident, you are young and hot. And could easily have your pick of partners... I'm lucky you didn't pick someone else."

“Ha! That’s rich!” Haru said with a deep laugh as he smiled at Simon. “Most people avoid me at work. Ya know scary boss kinda man.” Haru admitted brushing over all the other issues as he looked at Simon who looked down at his hand and held it a little closer before speaking again.

On 10/1/2026 at 12:22 PM, M-jow said:

"So.." Shan looked back up from their hands again. "You don't dance.. you now know to differentiate good wine from bad.. you say you aren't familiar with the city, yet the owner here treats you like her own grandson."

“Mmh Granny takes pity on me. She worries I’ll starve. As for the city it’s my first time traveling here for work. I move around a lot.” Haru said with a small laugh as he listened to Simon amused by his assessment of who Haru was.

 

On 10/1/2026 at 12:22 PM, M-jow said:

"You are a very mysterious guy, and I'm not just saying that because you are a demon like me. It's just.." Shan shifted in his seat nervously. Like what he was about to say made 0 sense in any way.

"I don't know.. I just feel like you might be my person.. I know it sounds weird, but..I genuine feel this isn't our first time meeting. Maybe in a past life or something." He added lastly then feared he might have messed it up.

 “…Mmh you’re nervous on your theory, must mean it’s something new to you.” Haru lightly teased trying to ease Simon’s  nerves.

“Your not wrong. I feel a connection maybe we’ve met before, possibly early in life or later on. Demons sometimes have connections they can’t explain It’s…interesting.” Haru stated as he gently ran his thumb over Simon’s hand not liking the feeling of him being nervous, he couldn’t explain why he didn’t like it…but it in a sense sat wrong with him.

”Tonight has been an experience…I’ve been around people humans demons alike…but with you…It’s like out of the whole world, I feel comfortable with you. I guess that’s why I wanted to ask you out…to see why this feeling this…spark is here.” Haru admitted as he looked to his food and pushed it around before boldening himself.

”….Do you want to head back to my room with me?” Haru asked his voice holding no hesitation as he looked at Simon.

[Yukonwolfspirit]

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Edited Tuesday at 10:45 AM by Yukonwolfspirit
Double posted somehow.

[Yukonwolfspirit]

(Weird extra post again!)
 

Edited Tuesday at 10:45 AM by Yukonwolfspirit
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[M-jow]

Julius felt like he wasn’t able to move even a single muscle from exhaustion. He was lying on his side, his heart just barely calming as Yukie held him from behind.

The first time it had happened, Julius had panicked, as the sudden swelling had caught him completely off guard.

It still felt strange, but now he didn’t dislike it. In a way, it made him feel proud. It proved to him that Yukie was still just as crazy about him as he claimed to be.

 

["Mmmh… The sheets are nice. We might need spare sets."]

 

Julius opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at his mate, who was hugging him from behind.

“We’ve got enough sheets,” he replied with a lightly amused smirk. “I made sure to buy extras. I figured I knew myself well enough to know we’d need them.” He chuckled.

 

["…I’m sorry about before… I-I’m not used to being so…"]

 

Julius frowned, as he really didn’t want to think back on that conversation, but he still listened. This time, without getting angry.

“I know… I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. If I lost my powers, well, I’d feel bare,” Julius mumbled as he rested his head against Yukie’s shoulder.

“It’s gonna take time to get used to it. But I know you’ll find yourself at some point. Just remember, you aren’t alone in this. You’ll always have me and everyone else close to you.”

Julius absentmindedly rubbed his foot against Yukie’s.

“Just don’t shut me out. I want to support you, just like you’ve always supported me. I don’t know where I’d be now if we hadn’t met, but I bet I wouldn’t have been happy. This is your fault, and I’m grateful for that… So no matter who you are or who you become, I’ll always remain by your side.”

 

--------(Yumro)-------------

 

["Smartass, being such a damn tease. I know damn well you can do it blindfolded."]

 

Yumro simply tilted his head sideways with a smile, his eyes heavily focused on what Haruhi was doing.

He was right, of course. But watching Haruhi take him on his own was so fucking hot.

The way Haruhi braced himself as he pushed himself back against him. The way his member was swallowed up within seconds, and Yumro found himself thrusting forward to press himself flat against his mate’s soft, jiggling ass.

After getting healthy, Haruhi’s body had put on some healthy weight, filling out a little. Not by much, but just enough for Yumro to notice when they got naked.

His ass was one of the places that had gotten just a little fuller. Just enough to make it jiggle.

“God, baby, your greedy hole is sucking on me like a straw~” he groaned, more as a compliment than an actual complaint.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth just as Haruhi grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down.

Yumro was more than happy to follow. He released Haruhi’s legs after putting them around his hips, then leaned over his mate and kissed him as he so demanded.

The firm grip on his hair made his cock throb as Haruhi pushed it out of the way and breathed against his flawless, elegant neck.

 

["Keep in mind, I’m not weak, darling~ I can keep up and run alongside you as your mate and even as part of your pack. (...) I can handle all of you."]

 

Yumro was practically seeing little hearts floating around Haruhi. His heart was beating loudly enough that he was almost sure the neighbors would hear it. Just when he thought he couldn’t love his beloved any more deeply, Haruhi proved him wrong by peeling back another layer and digging even deeper into his heart.

Yumro loved the fuck out of this man. Haruhi was his soulmate, his reason to breathe, and the most precious person in his entire world.

“I’ve never looked down on you,” he practically whispered as Haruhi’s mouth found his neck.

His fingers dug into Haruhi’s hips, not to pull him away, but to bring him closer.

“But yeah, I’ve been holding back for fear of hurting you. Before, you were fragile, sick, and weak. I never want you to suffer like that again. But you aren’t sick anymore. You smell stronger now, but still sweet, like a ripe peach ready to be plucked, making my mouth water.”

A deep, possessive growl rose from deep within his stomach, only to be cut off the moment Haruhi sank his teeth into Yumro’s flesh.

The lycan seemed to stir within him, curiously peeking out while still trying to hide its interest in anything.

Yumro’s wolf was wagging its tail and howling at the forefront of his mind, jumping around like a fucking golden retriever instead of the wild, powerful beast it was. With Haruhi, it was nothing more than a hopelessly lovestruck puppy.

 

Yumro bit his lip so hard as Haruhi began rocking himself against him. The demon’s eyes glazed over as he roughly took both of Haruhi’s wrists and held them down on either side, using them as support to keep his mate in place. He thrust his hips upward with wild, powerful movements.

Not holding back.

Not showing him any mercy as he pounded him like an animal in heat.

His eyes flickered between their normal appearance and a half-golden hue.

No words were exchanged. Only moans and groans came from both of them for a very long while, with Yumro showing no signs of tiring.

A thin crimson line of blood slowly dripped from Yumro’s nose to his chin. The excitement and muscle tension had caused a small blood vessel to burst.

Yumro simply wiped his nose with the back of his hand. The blood smeared across his cheek, making him look rather feral.

He released Haruhi’s arms only to change positions and push Haruhi beneath him. His cock swelled to a larger size, but his appetite was far from sated.

He pinned Haruhi against the mattress with his body, his member pushing in much deeper as he grabbed the other man’s legs and spread his thighs apart.

He kissed Haruhi just as roughly as he was taking him, biting and claiming the centaur’s lips and tongue with his own. Spit and the faint metallic taste of blood mixed in a delicious yet dangerous cocktail.

Even though Yumro wasn’t in heat yet, he could barely feel the difference. It only proved how madly in lust he was with his destined partner.

“Ah! I love you~ Ngh, every piece of you… my mate!”

 

--------------(Shan)-------------------

 

Shan’s breath caught in his throat.

He had been prepared for another drink, perhaps a little more conversation, maybe even an awkward goodnight accompanied by the promise of meeting again.

But an invitation back to Haruko’s room...

His gaze lingered on Haruko’s face, searching for any hint of hesitation or uncertainty.

There was something almost absurd about the situation. Shan had spent the evening trying to coax the other man out of his shell, reassuring him that he was attractive, desirable, and perfectly capable of being someone’s choice. Now Haruko had turned around and made a choice of his own, leaving Shan to contend with the rather inconvenient fact that his heart seemed determined to beat like a human teenager’s.

(Get a grip.)

A soft laugh escaped him, and he ducked his head briefly, rubbing his thumb over the side of Haruko’s hand. The gesture was small, almost absentminded, but he found himself reluctant to let go.

“You really don’t do things halfway, do you?” Shan murmured, a teasing warmth creeping into his voice.

He lifted his eyes again, allowing a crooked smile to settle over his lips. The nervousness was still there, fluttering unpleasantly beneath his ribs, but it was no longer the sort that made him want to run. It was the sort that made him want to stay, to see what happened next, even if it meant stepping into unfamiliar territory himself.

“I spend the whole evening worrying that I’m going to scare you off, and now you’re the one inviting me over.”

He gave a quiet, disbelieving shake of his head.

“Honestly, Haru. You might be a little dangerous.”

There was no accusation in it. If anything, Shan sounded delighted by the discovery.

He had meant what he said earlier. There was something about Haruko that felt strangely familiar, something that tugged at a part of him he couldn't quite name. He could have dismissed it as attraction, the natural consequence of spending an evening with a man who was considerably more charming than he seemed to realize. 

But none of those explanations quite fit.

It wasn't simply that Shan wanted him. 

Haruko was attractive in a way that made it difficult to keep his eyes to himself, and the knowledge that the attraction might be mutual had done nothing to improve Shan's ability to think clearly.

It was that, somewhere between their conversation and the warmth of their joined hands, Shan had begun to feel as though he had finally stumbled across someone he had been looking for without ever knowing he was searching.

That was the frightening part.

He wasn't accustomed to wanting to know someone this badly after a single evening. 

And he certainly wasn't accustomed to being afraid that a single wrong move might ruin something before it had even begun.

His smile softened.

“Just so we're clear,” he began, his voice growing a little quieter, “I would very much like to come with you.”

He let the words settle between them before continuing.

“But I don't want you thinking you have to prove anything to me.”

Though Shan suspected that being alone with Haruko would present its own particular challenges.

He would still be okay with that..

“I'd be perfectly happy sitting on the floor with you until sunrise if that's what you wanted.”

His eyes flickered down to their hands, and for a moment he simply enjoyed the contact.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he added, “Although, if you're secretly planning to seduce me, I should warn you that I'm not nearly as difficult as I pretend to be.”

There it was. The familiar mischief smile returned to him.

Shan gave Haruko’s hand one last gentle squeeze before reluctantly releasing it long enough to reach for his jacket. He rose from his seat and offered the other man his hand again, an invitation rather than an expectation.

“Come on, then.”

His smile turned boyish.

“Let's get out of here before I embarrass myself any further.”

He waited, making no attempt to hurry Haruko along. Whatever happened next, Shan wanted it to be something they both chose.

And as he stood there, holding out his hand, he found himself struck by one particularly inconvenient realization.

He didn't want tonight to end.

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The walk to Haruko’s hotel was pleasant, but still in the sort of awkward way that came with two people who had spent the better part of an evening discovering an unexpected attraction between them.

The city had settled into its quieter hours, the busy streets gradually giving way to empty sidewalks and the occasional passing car. The glow of storefronts spilled across the pavement in soft pools of gold, while the night air carried a faint chill that made the warmth of another person all the more inviting.

Shan walked beside Haruko, keeping his pace easy.

He settled for walking close enough that their shoulders occasionally brushed.

Each time they did, Shan found himself smiling.

It was absurd. Yet apparently the simplest contact with one particular man was enough to leave him feeling like a lovesick fool.

Wonderful. Absolutely dignified.

He glanced sideways at Haruko, catching a glimpse of his profile beneath the streetlights. There was something peaceful about being beside him without the restaurant's background noise or the constant expectation to keep a conversation going. They didn't need to fill every silence. Sometimes, the quiet itself felt like an extension of the conversation they'd started earlier.

 

Eventually, his hand drifted close to Haruko's again.

This time, Shan let his little finger brush against his.

A tentative invitation.

When the opportunity presented itself, he gently slipped his hand into Haruko's, his palm warm against the other man's. He didn't squeeze too tightly or make a grand gesture of it. He simply held on, letting the contact speak for itself.

The smile that found his lips was softer than the teasing ones he'd worn throughout dinner.

 

Looking ahead as they walked, Shan spoke up "I have to admit, this is nice too."

He glanced at Haruko.

"I might have to start coming here more often."

Shan had no idea where this strange connection would lead them. He didn't know whether the feeling of familiarity between them was some remnant of a forgotten life, a peculiar demonic instinct, or simply the sort of inexplicable chemistry that occasionally turned an ordinary evening into something extraordinary.

But at the same time he didn't feel compelled to solve the mystery immediately.

He was content to experience it.

 

As they continued down the quiet streets, Shan occasionally glanced at their joined hands. He found himself tracing the shape of Haruko's fingers with his thumb, a small, unconscious gesture that made him feel oddly protective of this moment.

He wondered what Haruko was thinking.

Was he nervous? Was he reconsidering the invitation? Was he secretly regretting bringing a stranger back to his hotel?

The questions threatened to start another round of overthinking, so Shan deliberately pushed them aside.

If Haruko wanted him to leave, he would leave. If he wanted to sit and talk until morning, Shan would happily do that, too.

There was no need to rush something that already felt so unexpectedly precious.

By the time the hotel came into view, Shan had almost forgotten how nervous he was.

 

The moment they stepped inside, he became acutely aware of how close they were standing. The lobby was quiet, the soft lighting reflecting off polished surfaces as they made their way toward the elevators. Shan kept his hand around Haruko's, reluctant to release it even a moment.

But eventually as he did, he immediately missed it.

 

The ride upstairs seemed to last both an eternity and no time at all. Shan stood beside Haruko, hands loosely clasped before him, trying very hard to look like a perfectly composed demon who hadn't spent the entire walk wondering what it might feel like to kiss the man beside him.

When the elevator doors opened, he followed Haruko down the hallway.

Their footsteps sounded unusually loud against the quiet carpet.

Then they reached the room.

Shan waited while Haruko unlocked the door, his heart giving an unexpected little jump as the entrance swung open.

He stepped inside.

The door closed behind them with a soft click.

Everything seemed changed.

The outside world faded away. There were no passing strangers, no restaurant staff to hide behind. Just the two of them, standing together in the quiet of Haruko's room, 

 

Shan turned toward him.

The desire to reach for Haruko had been building throughout the walk, tempered at every step by his determination not to move faster than the other man wanted. Now, with privacy surrounding them, that restraint became less a matter of suppressing the impulse and more a question of how to approach him without startling him.

He took a small step closer, slow enough to leave Haruko room to pull away if he wished. Shan opened his arms and drew him into a warm embrace.

It was gentle at first. One arm settled around Haruko's back, the other resting securely at his waist as Shan brought him close. He didn't squeeze too tightly. He simply held him, allowing the warmth between them to replace the last of the distance that had separated them.

 

He had wanted this. The simple closeness of it. 

His cheek brushed Haruko's hair as he lowered his head, and he lingered there for a moment, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the hug.

When he finally eased back enough to see Haruko's face, his hands remained where they were, one resting against his back and the other at his waist.

His expression had changed.

The playful confidence was still there, somewhere in the corners of his mouth, but it had softened into something far more tender.

He studied Haruko's face as though he were trying to commit the moment to memory.

He lifted one hand.

His fingers moved slowly, giving Haruko every opportunity to turn away, before settling lightly beneath his chin. With the gentlest touch, Shan tipped his face upward until their eyes met.

There was no teasing smile now.

Only warmth.

"I've been wanting to do this for a while," he admitted quietly.

His thumb brushed along Haruko's chin, an almost absentminded caress. Shan's gaze drifted briefly toward his mouth before returning to his eyes, and the small movement seemed to make him even more aware of the space separating them.

It wasn't much.

A few inches, perhaps.

Yet Shan suddenly felt as though crossing it would be the most significant thing he had done all evening.

His thumb moved upward, tracing the curve of Haruko's lower lip with the lightest touch.

The contact made his breath catch.

He had imagined kissing Haruko several times during their walk, but those imaginings had been vague and uncertain. Now, with the other man standing so close, the possibility felt almost overwhelming in its simplicity.

Shan swallowed, his eyes searching Haruko's face.

"Can I kiss you?"

The question was barely louder than a whisper.

He didn't move any closer. He didn't try to turn the question into a foregone conclusion by leaning in before Haruko could answer.

He simply waited.

And in that waiting, Shan realized how much he wanted the answer to be yes.

 

When Haruko gave him his approval, something in Shan's expression softened completely.

He leaned forward.

Slowly.

The first kiss was no more than a gentle peck against Haruko's lips, brief and almost shy despite Shan's age and experience. He touched their mouths together with such care that it was over before he had quite processed that it had happened.

He drew back only a fraction.

For a moment, he looked at Haruko with open wonder, his thumb still resting lightly against his cheek.

A soft, almost disbelieving smile appeared.

"Well," he whispered, "I've definitely want to do that again since about five seconds ago."

The little joke was accompanied by a quiet laugh, though there was a noticeable warmth in his cheeks. He had expected the first kiss to ease his nerves. Instead, it had left him even more aware of how much he wanted this.

He stayed close, watching Haruko's expression and allowing him the chance to decide whether he wanted to continue.

When that reassurance came, Shan smiled tenderly.

"Okay," he breathed.

His hand shifted from Haruko's chin to cup his cheek, his palm warm against his skin. With his other arm still resting around Haruko's waist, he drew him close again, leaving only the smallest space between them.

Shan didn't rush.

He tilted his head slightly, giving himself a moment to find the right angle, then leaned in until their lips met once more.

The second kiss lasted longer.

It was still gentle, still careful, but no longer quite so tentative. Shan let his lips rest against Haruko's, lingering in the warmth of the contact. His thumb stroked softly along Haruko's cheek, and he allowed himself to relax into the moment.

He wanted Haruko to have time to grow comfortable with the closeness, to discover the rhythm of kissing without feeling as though he needed to know what he was doing.

There was no perfect technique to learn, Shan decided. No secret rulebook that Haruko had somehow missed.

There was only this.

Two people standing together in a quiet hotel room, learning how to meet one another halfway.

Shan shifted just enough to make the kiss more comfortable, keeping his touch gentle and his movements were unhurried.

He gave Haruko time to respond, to follow, rather than directing, allowing their first proper kiss to unfold at a pace he was comfortable with.

The room became warm with the soft brush of their lips.

Shan, wondered whether this entire evening connection between them meant anything, but then found it really wasn't something that needed proving.

 

When he finally eased back, he didn't let go.

His forehead hovered close to Haruko's, and his hand remained cradled against his cheek. Shan opened his eyes slowly, looking at him with an expression so unguardedly fond that even he might have been embarrassed by it under different circumstances.

A small laugh escaped him.

"You're making it very difficult for me to act calm around you"

He brushed his nose lightly against Haruko's, smiling at the closeness.

He pressed one last, featherlight kiss to the corner of Haruko's mouth.

"I meant what I said earlier," he whispered. "We don't have to do anything else tonight."

His arm tightened around Haruko in a gentle embrace, holding him close without asking for more.

Eventhough he wanted to.