Akemi let the strand of hair slip against his fingers. Not a moment passing where it wasn’t replaced with another lock of platinum hair. 

‘Toying…’

Itome shifts lightly in his arms before nuzzling back in. His breath is still, soft, almost-snores. 

It’s been awhile, since they’ve been like this. Their last anything had been a quick blowjob with no time for anything more or afterwards. 

While any other opportunities one might suspect were left…Well, that didn’t really matter.

Itome’s features were soft at this moment. His brow and eyes relaxed, his entire body bearing his weight down into Akemi’s chest instead of the hunch of his back keeping him small and demure. 

His eyes were soft. Closed, and soft. One could almost call Itome content. There’s a skip and a squeeze in Akemi’s chest. His eyes narrow and the tension in his brow makes his eyes twitch. Koshiro might be even more content here than when they were doing it earlier.

He clenches the hand not on Koshiro’s back, the one laying against the bed, stopping himself from waking Koshiro up. There would be no point, really.  

‘Toying around with someone you don’t love.’ Toono said it like it was wrong. 

 Akemi sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall and his eyes wandered up to the ceiling. 

But that didn’t make me forget how mean the series is when they didn’t show those TWELVE freakin PACKS!

only the sound of his undressing, his famous line “yare yare” and the other boys touching it.. (-___-“)