[It was then that Tsurugi got to experience the one thing he'd never really thought about when it came to dating Shindou. A small, almost minuscule detail that went unnoticed until he experienced it right then, pulling Shindou close to his chest and sinking into the mattress of the bed provide.
Rich people have really soft, really comfortable beds.
His eyes widen as the cloth wraps around his back, letting them both sink into the blankets and pillows, the temptation of just falling asleep right there starting to creep into his body and soul. But Shindou on top of him provides a nicer distraction, nuzzling into that hair and wrapping his arms around the boy's body.
Soaking in that this was his now. That Tsurugi Kyousuke could have things like this. And WOULD have things like this.
He had no intentions of leaving this after middle school, after all. Not anymore.]
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Rich people have really soft, really comfortable beds.
His eyes widen as the cloth wraps around his back, letting them both sink into the blankets and pillows, the temptation of just falling asleep right there starting to creep into his body and soul. But Shindou on top of him provides a nicer distraction, nuzzling into that hair and wrapping his arms around the boy's body.
Soaking in that this was his now. That Tsurugi Kyousuke could have things like this. And WOULD have things like this.
He had no intentions of leaving this after middle school, after all. Not anymore.]