[It's easier to sink into than he ever thought--both the mattress and Shindou's embrace. If you'd told him he'd be lying in this bed, arms securely around another boy...he'd have laughed on a good day, glared daggers on a bad one. But now it's all he can ask for, feeling Shindou's breath against his clothes, the softness of his hair, the smell of his shampoo as he buries his face into it...
Shindou could not have said it better.]
Yeah.
[His voice is gentle, almost a whisper, as his body instinctively settles into the mattress.]
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Shindou could not have said it better.]
Yeah.
[His voice is gentle, almost a whisper, as his body instinctively settles into the mattress.]
You fit perfectly.