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It was one of those days. Rei wanted to rip his skin apart and crawl out of it. No, more like he wanted to banish the tingle that he felt. How every thought led to promiscuous thoughts.
When he played the medieval fantasy game. When he was smoking on the balcony. When he was dozing off to the food he was eating, which… That pickle looked weirdly phallic.
He stabbed it with the fork.
“How’s the food?” Kazuki asked, cutting the stake.
They were sitting across from each other. One table, two plates, the usual morning routine.
“Fine,” he mumbled as he ate the pickle.
But today blond’s cologne felt weirdly strong and appealing. His brown eyes with crimson shades curiously looked at the dark-haired, as if sensing the atmosphere.
It’s just hormones. Rei dismissed his feelings. It happened all the time, well, not all the time, sometimes in between months. A week of frustrating thoughts left him breathless.
Even now, he could imagine grabbing Kazuki by the collar and kissing him. But he won’t do that. It was irrational thought. A fleeting one at that.
Kazuki left for the day. Where? He didn’t ask.
Rei was alone in the room. On the TV screen was an erotic visual novel, which had enough plot for hours, if only he could get the good endings, instead of bad ones, where the main lead gets murdered by the love interests.
Rei was hard. He didn’t mind the main lead’s screams and even messy blood play on the screen, as he was stroking himself. He came. A flash of shame hit his head.
Shame that he succumbed to the desire and pleasure.
This pleasure wasn’t sugar or smoking.
Pathetic.