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As a band known for its hectic schedule, having free time was a blessing for the GYROAXIA band members— and Nayuta and Kenta seemed to be spending it together. Just the two of them.
The other members had already known of the bond that existed between Nayuta and Kenta. The lead guitarist who continued to ‘worship’ the vocalist and prioritize him above all else... Ah, their reactions were limited to “He’s crazy”, so they tended to let Kenta do whatever he wanted to Nayuta; keeping an eye on him whenever and wherever, even going as far as to stalk him.
Sitting on the sofa with his hands tied behind his back by a tie was enough to annoy Nayuta, not to mention the damn man sitting on his thigh. Ah, if his hands weren't restrained, Nayuta might have already pushed him away.
Nayuta kept hearing Kenta whisper his name over and over as if he were reciting a mantra as he left kisses all over his neck. He adored everything about Nayuta— his neck, his throat, his voice.
"Nayuta, I can’t let you go. I have to keep you with me."
“Nayuta...”
“Nayuta…”
Ah, Kenta really was in love with him.
As time passed, he began to bite Nayuta’s neck, while his hands played with his unexpectedly-soft-white hair. Kenta was very careful with his touches, afraid that biting too hard would affect his voice. Even so, his bites left red marks all over his neck... Ah, how annoying it would be if the marks were still visible during their next live performance.
“Bastard, don’t just do whatever you want.”
Being called a “bastard” by Nayuta didn’t upset him in the slightest. Kenta’s face looked upset as he looked directly at Nayuta, before his eyebrows dipped and his lips formed a smile— but they knew that it wasn’t a ‘usual’ smile.
The lead guitarist continued to bite Nayuta’s neck, ignoring his grunts and curses until he finally opened his mouth and said, “I just want you for me. All for myself. Without anyone else.”
Despite the band’s busy schedule, Kenta was still able to spy on Nayuta— anywhere, anytime, with anyone. His curiosity about the pair of eyes that kept watching him was finally answered. Kenta was obsessed with him.
So this is how you play, Satozuka?
“You still look like a bastard to me, Satozuka.”
The ‘little meeting’ concluded with a light kiss on the white-haired man’s lips and the untying of the tie on his wrist. Leaving his room immediately, or staying there until the rooster crows... That was up to Nayuta.