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âSo.â Kai shot Aichi a questioning side glance. âWhat do you want for your birthday?â
Aichiâs smile faded, and he paced Kai for a few minutes, gathering his courage.
âI wanna be on top,â he whispered, fingers brushing Kaiâs.
Kai had been thinking about cakes: orange and red velvet and devilâs food, with cream cheese frosting and fudge ganache, sure thatâs what Aichiâs sweet tooth would lead him to ask for. He was startled from his reverie and had to replay Aichiâs words through his brain before a feral smirk settled on his face. âSure. We can do that again. Last time you cried because it went so deep that way, but if you wantâŚâ
With a look of determination, Aichiâs blue eyes went steely gray, and he cut off Kai. âNo! I mean⌠I want to top. I want to⌠put it in.â
Kai stopped short, reaching for Aichiâs arm to halt him too. He stared at the younger man, wild-eyed. âPut it in WHERE?â he asked incredulously.
