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Miyabi stared at the knight sleeping soundly below him, oblivious as to the boy currently straddling his lap. Both of them were enshrouded in the darkness of the night, save for a single candle Miyabi had lit and set aside by the knight’s bed. He needed to see just enough for what he was about to do.
‘This is wrong.’ His voice of reason told him. ‘You shouldn’t be doing this.’
He places his fingers under Temma’s shirt and carefully slides it up, revealing his well-earned toned body. The dim candlelight illuminates it wonderfully, highlighting each and every bump of Temma’s abs. Miyabi swallows.
‘You’re headed into dangerous territory right now. But it’s not too late to turn back.’
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the stiffness in his underwear. Miyabi pulls the band down and gasps as his cock is exposed to the cool air of the room.
‘This is your friend. You’re not supposed to do this to your friend.’
Miyabi doesn’t think he’ll be able to keep quiet, so he slides his own shirt up and takes a bunch of it into his mouth in an attempt to stifle his voice.
He’s exposed. Temma could wake up at any time and see Miyabi sitting on top of him, with pretty pink nipples in full view and a sinful hand wrapped around his dick. The thought alone makes Miyabi bite back a moan that threatens to escape his makeshift gag.
Temma — handsome, beloved Temma — hasn’t moved an inch at all since he started. The rise and fall of his chest reassures Miyabi and incites him to finally move, his hand becoming slick with his own precum.
‘You’re a pervert, Miyabi.’ The voice accuses. ‘You’re messed up for getting off to this.’
Temma has no right looking so innocent right now, not when Miyabi is doing his best to muffle his moans as he feverishly strokes himself to the knight’s irressistible body. God, how he wanted to do more than just admire the man below him, to feel the other move against him as he pleased. Miyabi wanted to monopolize Temma.
He comes with a choked groan, his seed spilling across Temma’s abs. Unlike the knight’s steady, profound breaths, Miyabi’s lungs briefly struggle to catch up from the rush of pleasure that had just surged through him. His head comes down from its daze slightly faster, just enough for him to process what he had just done.
Temma looks good like this, he thinks, with Miyabi’s cum on his stomach.
‘Hah… that’s what you get for oversleeping past our stream again.’