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Takemichi was used to the comments people made behind his back; slut, whore, the love of my life . Everything is the same, way too monotonous, and somehow boring at this point. He doesn’t care about that. He doesn’t need to. Not everyone is completely likable in the world, there will always be someone who dislikes you over the pettiest reason they could come up with. His friends, the family that supported him throughout the years when his own was stolen from him in a terrible incident when he was younger; are his motivation to keep going regardless of the lifestyle he carries when the moon it’s on its peak of beauty.

Sex is something he enjoy doing to relax from the stress he gets as a college student, although he discovered the pleasures that night can bring to him when he was sixteen when he and his friends had one of those talks after Makoto brought a bottle of alcohol he stole from his dad. They were young, reckless, with an odd urge to feel like they weren’t children anymore; with that in mind, they shared a drink that ended up with them upgrading their boundaries to a new different level.

Try and mistake had them sweating and panting over each other's bodies without regret or shame. Why would they feel bad if the satisfaction they got was that great? Yamagishi doing Makoto while Akkun and Takuya shared Takemichi’s warm cavity and the taste of his lips. Then Takemichi enjoyed Makoto’s interior on his own as he pleased their friends. It was a crazy night; they don’t remember who exactly started it, but they couldn’t care less. The five kept doing it days later, as a confirmation of the self-learning more about themselves; although, of course, they couldn’t stop after that. Trying new things to increase the pleasure ended up with them dating each other at the back of other people.

To everyone, they were just a regular group of friends; but when no one was around, they professed their affection through fervent compasses and passionate kisses. However, as the years went by they realized, or well, Takemichi realized, that there were certain preferences when they had their sexual intercourses. The way they shared glares was subtle, yeah, but he has known them for so long to notice those things. So, before everything started to go down between them, he dragged and then, a big talk took place.

It wasn’t that peaceful as Takemichi would have wanted to be because they weren’t eager to open up to bring the topic, but the blonde knew that they had to talk about it if not, what started as a good friendship could have a bitter, sad, and unwanted ending for their bond. They discussed, they fought too, but in the end, they managed to fix their friendship again after the tension and awkwardness dismissed one sunny day of summer.

When they entered their first year of college, Takemichi felt happiness at being one of those blessed souls who were lucky enough to not share a room with other people. He laughed at Makoto and Akkun having to switch each other's dorm because Makoto was with Takuya and Yamagishi had to share with Atsushi. And although he had a spare dorm that was promptly used as Takemichi’s personal study to work on his personal projects; which consisted of sewing cosplays, creating props, and sometimes, he also used that space to practice some dance choreographies of a specific series or music video. His chaotic group of friends joined him on more than one occasion.

As the days at university were reaching Takemichi’s level of patience, the urge to ease the stress was more and more present on him. He couldn’t screw up with his friends anymore so, picking random classmates was his start. At first those encounters fulfilled its purpose, but it wasn’t the same. Contrary to the way his friends treated him, the guys he spent several nights with were too focused on satiating their own needs, leaving Takemichi unsatisfied and frustrated at the waste of time and energy.

There were some nights in which he snapped, and he didn’t even try to set up the mood to conceive a decent erection during sex anymore, the contrary parts were too brute to do the job right. So he was there, faking orgasms he was far away to reach, and that earned him unnecessary physical fights when his temporary partners noticed that he was pretending all along, and that earned him nasty comments the following days at the corridor.

“ Hey, Takemichi, is it true that you had sex with Tokusa from the class 2-A? ”

“ Well, if by sex you mean that he ruined my erection when he moaned the principal’s name. Yeah, we had sex. ”

“ No way!! Seriously? That’s gross! ”

Every rumor that was attempted to humiliate him, Takemichi used to turn things in his favor; if they’re telling nasty lies about his intimacy, what’s stopping him from doing the same? For that, some of the men he slept with, and failed to do him right, opted to use physical violence against him. Thankfully everything occurred outside the campus or else his student card would have been filled with reports after the first six months he was there.

Sick of dealing with useless guys, he chose then to buy some toys to ease the needs his body was protesting for so long; who knows better how to treat him than himself? The invitations he got later on were more to please the other parties than himself, a blowjob that freaks their brain and he called it a night; or if he was in the mood, he switched to top. Nonetheless it didn’t change the fact that he still had to fake an orgasm because the guys finished too soon; and so, more comments about him faking orgasms was a common knowledge at college.

It was somehow entertaining, seeing men trying to be recognized as the one who made him come , that way at least he could get a pleasurable night after several fiascos. And yet, no one managed to do it. He was partly worried about the reaction the new friends he made from a year above and others that were the same as him would have once they found out; he didn’t meet them for too long, but they were so nice that it was impossible for him not to feel a little bit troubled by that. Especially because they proved to not hesitate into starting a fight to defend any of their friends and relatives. That’s how he met them after all.

To Mikey, college was a place of constant boringness that was created strictly to get rid of everyone’s interests in life with the loads of homework and projects they assign as if most of the students didn’t have a part-time job to cover the payments of their careers, and materials they need to complete a class. Thankfully they provided dorms so the students didn’t have to waste money on buses or the subway; no matter the discount, it was still money they could spend treating themselves to something good sometimes.

The only good thing was that he could still see his friends everyday at lunch and on weekends if they weren’t dying on homework. In his first year they gathered so much attention due to how their personalities were so different from each other, without mentioning the variety of their styles too. Mikey wears baggy clothes or plain loose t-shirts with jeans, Mitsuya and Hakkai with fashionable outfits, Baji and Kazutora with a rebellious style. On the other side were Draken, who alone catches enough attention because of his height, the Kawata twins always wearing matching clothes, and Peh-yan and Pah-chin wearing sports clothes.

He didn’t need to brag about how many people confessed to him, as well he didn’t need to say how he rejected everyone. He despises those who approach him just to get the filling of earning some weird things like being in a better position. The mere idea of dating someone isn’t attractive for him; no one in college is interesting to him. On the first days of the second year, he was teaching his younger sister, Emma, to move around the university without ending up lost in the wrong edifice or class. It was supposed to be the first year for her, but she was hospitalized due to a broken leg after she slipped on the stairs of the subway, and half of her studies were spent in bed until she was recovered and ready to join her brother at college.

On the second week after she enrolled, Mikey observed from afar how a tall brunette guy was way too close to her, and by the expression on her face, she wasn’t happy to have him invading her personal space. Having someone bothering his sister was the last thing he needed there, so he wastes no time in running at them with Draken next to him. Then, a black-haired blue-eyed guy jumped out of nowhere and threw a punch directly at his face, and then a kick at his stomach to push him away from his sister.

“Leave her alone, asshole! Don’t you notice that she doesn’t want to have anything to do with you? Or you’re that idiot to not get it, huh?!”

Mikey had to admit it, the stranger guy had courage, he was some centimeters above Emma but still shorter and thinner than the brunette who didn’t think twice before returning the hit with a greater force. The black-haired man managed to block it before a teacher appeared on scene to reprimand both of them before things escalated to an even violent encounter. Although if the teacher didn’t appear, Mikey and Draken would have finished him off in a matter of seconds. The insults directed at Emma’s savior didn’t go unnoticed by the three of them, the same when the teacher gave a scolding glare at the blue-eyed dude.

“Again, Hanagaki-kun? How many times do we have to see you at detention?”

“Until the guys around stop being a bunch of stupid dicks.”

“Said the fag…”

“Hanagaki-kun, language! Higari-kun you too, stop it already!”

After that, Mikey observed the three of them walking away into the principal’s office. Emma decided to follow them to explain to the principal that this Hanagaki guy wasn’t fighting for no reason; the directives of college let him go half hour later due to Emma’s arguments. The duality of how he behaved with them, and the one he showed at punching the brunette were totally the opposite that it startled them; they expected to see him acting something similar like Baji, not this new level of timidness around strangers. He thanked his sister for helping him out back then and he gave her the number of the office at school in charge of dealing with any type of harassment at school or related to the students.

“If that guy tries to do anything else, don’t hesitate to give it a call. Dudes like him are a lot here but, I hope you don’t get through something like that again.”

Then, Mikey invited him for a drink the next day when he saw him having lunch alone in one of the tables of the cafeteria. When he mocks him about being lonely, Takemichi, as he introduced himself the day before, told him that his friends were doing other stuff at the moment. He didn’t lie, but said stuff was Takuya and Yamagishi in a part of the institute that Hanagaki didn’t want or need to know. In minutes, the table was crowded by all of Mikey’s closest friends.

It was nice, Hanagaki was too funny, and the air of innocence mixed with boldness made him to be accepted by the group easily. Mikey heard him talking about sewing with Mitsuya, or following Baji, Chifuyu and Kazutora to a party the next weekend. He also accompanied Mikey and Draken to just hang around the city on their free days and tried the Kawata’s recipes they learnt in their gastronomy classes. At the parties Mikey often picked him up, but none of it had them getting back together. The blonde wasn’t an idiot, he had the idea that Takemichi had his own way to have fun.

Although it was slightly upsetting for Mikey that in the middle of the parties, someone called Takemichi, and they didn’t get to see each other again. Was he that popular too, huh? His assumptions suddenly crashed when Kazutora took a chance in which Hanagaki was stolen by Chifuyu to told them about a rumor he just heard about the man regarding his lewd acts at night faking orgasms and how good his blowjobs were that guys paid him to take a turn on his mouth. Everyone dropped their chins in disbelief, not that they would judge him, but the image they had about him changed a bit.

They admired him more, dealing with hearing such awful things and yet keep walking as he pays no heed or when he uses that to make them pay was incredible. Then Mitsuya glared at Mikey because he was way too serious that it was startling them; knowing him, they thought that he would start a hunt to take down those who dared to trash Takemichi. It didn’t get better after Hanemiya joked saying that Chifuyu would have been checking if those rumors were real or not; because when they saw them walking into their direction, Matsuno was walking with him a bit closer, and the two seemed slightly agitated.

“Takemichi, I heard something, and we all want to know if it’s true.” The aforementioned turn his face at Kazutora trying to be silenced by Baji in vain. “Is it true that you fake your orgasms?”

Chifuyu, who was drinking water, almost choked with the liquid when he heard what Kazutora said; Baji was helping him before focusing his attention on Takemichi again just like the rest in the table. Hanagaki’s nervousness passed from zero to 100 in a split second, the things that he was worried about in the past crashed against him without any warning or way to prevent it. He was there, sitting in the middle of the new friends he made almost six months ago and shaking. He has been exposed; he doesn’t feel shame, surely he didn’t want them to know it that way, through rumors.

“Yeah, it’s true.”

Before anything else happened, Takemichi as soon as he gave them his answer, grabbed his stuff and fled. Chifuyu and Hakkai try to stop him, no one at the table gets to hear what they’re saying, but their expressions only show concern and sadness that grows when they see them letting Hanagaki go away. What the black-haired guy told them was easy to understand as the following days Hanagaki refused to see them or go to any place on the campus that was highly probable that they used to rest or skip classes.

The rumors and fights that involved him seemed to be more present than before; was it always like that but no one in their group realized it was Takemichi whom the people talked about? Either way, it pissed them off. They didn’t hesitate to throw punches at any guy they heard trashing their friend, because to them Takemichi was still their friend, and they will protect each other, that’s the way they are. They missed him, especially Mikey. It was clear to everyone that he got fond of the man since they started to be friends, and that the day Kazutora dropped the bomb, Manjiro was furious at many things.

At him for being the reason Takemichi decided to ghost them, to ghost him. And at himself for not trying to make a move on him before, he had his guesses about the things Hanagaki does with other people, but he thought that eventually, he would notice that he had a crush on him. However, he also guesses that maybe he won’t talk to them because Hanagaki may be thinking that they will try to use their friendship to get into his pants. Mikey wants that, but not due to the rumors. That’s why every day he goes to the sites he remembers Takemichi told him that he likes in college, yet he didn’t find him. Not there actually.

On one of the days, he skips the history class, he finds Takemichi in an empty schoolroom fixing his clothes. Ah, I didn’t expect to find you like this… Did someone force you to do it perhaps? Sano thinks as he enters the room, locking the door behind him. This is the moment to talk with him about everything; that they don’t care about those rumors, they won’t try to do anything about him (except him), and that he likes him. 

“Takemitchy, I want to talk with you about something.” He says as he approaches him; his heart beating faster with each step he makes.

“You lock the door?” Mikey nods and Takemichi wastes no time to pin him against the desk; the sudden motion takes the blonde aback, unable to react as he would have liked to. Hanagaki spread his legs as he unzips his pants, at this, Manjiro tries to protest but Hanagaki silences him with a kiss while his hands start to pump his dick.

“W-wait, Takemitchy… I- I didn’t-” He tries to push him away, but Hanagaki shushes him with a soft whisper next to his ear, planting a kiss on his cheek before he bends down to take him into his mouth.

Manjiro wasn’t a saint, he has slept with other people before, if he gets laid it doesn’t matter whom he does it. However, fellations are something he never got to find pleasurable. He could give it, although when someone tried on him, it was awkward. Odd. Like something that it was better to skip. It was easy to skip it. But the way Takemichi takes his entire size without protests almost makes him moan. The warmth of his throat mixed with his tongue licking his dick like the most delicious candy in the world puts his mind on blank.

Unconsciously he’s leaning backwards, supporting his weight on his left arm while the right one caresses Takemichi’s hair. One thing about the rumors was true, his blowjobs are out of this world. He feels as if his dick it’s melting in his mouth, the effervescent sensation of his tongue going up and down as he bumps his head till his nose touches his pelvis. Without realizing it, Mikey starts pulling his hair at the same time that he increases the speed. The choking sounds that Hanagaki makes doesn’t minimize the way Manjiro is moving his hips to deepthroat him. When he comes, he lets out a groan as he keeps him glued to his pelvis. Then he gets down off the desk, grabs him by his cheeks and kisses him.

“I like you, Takemitchy. Please date me.” He says through the kisses that little by little are cornering him against the desk and the floor.

“Have sex with me.” The black-haired guy replies by pushing him a few centimeters away from him. “If you make me come, I’ll date you.”

“Okay?? That works for me."

Mikey doesn’t wait for him to change his mind, or for some teacher to find them there and he carries him on his shoulder as he heads to Takemichi’s dorm as he instructed him; he also tells Sano to put him down, but he chose to ignore that part. Once they’re there, Mikey places him on his bed whilst kissing him and undoing his clothes starting for his shirt, which he uses to secure his arms by tying them with it above his head, and then he retrieves his pants except his undies before doing the same thing with his own outfit, although he retrieves his own underwear.

“Just a reminder that you asked for this, Takemitchy.”

“Make me beg, then.”

Takemichi jokes, oblivious that at the end of the day he will be doing that exactly. Manjiro doesn't pay attention to his dick just immediately, he starts caressing his waist and kissing his abdomen as if he was manipulating something really precious. With so much care and lateness as he ascends to his chest, teasing his nipples with his tongue around them before descending again with his path of kisses. He massages his pecs without rush, his lips marking his neck while he does so.

Hanagaki shivers at the caresses, it’s been so long since the last time someone held him like this that he couldn’t prevent a gasp when a quick rose on his crotch surprises him. Mikey whispers in his ear a teasing comment regarding if he really meant what he said about making him beg, and Takemichi nods; he has always been a curious person. Manjiro slides his palm over his clothed dick to caress it at the same slow rhythm as he traces his other digits over his nipples. He contains within him the pleasure at feeling the subtle vibrations of his body and the bulge that starts to appear under his gray boxers.

Mikey plays with the border of his undies as he makes hickeys on his abdomen, traveling his tongue around his belly button, the soft sighs are mildly notorious when he pretends to slip his hand inside the piece of fabric covering his hardened length. He exchanges glares with Takemichi with his tongue out a few centimeters of his bulge before he starts licking the shape, purposely pouring drool over it while he does it. He makes with the touch of his lips a path to the tip to tease it too, enjoying the pulsations it does when he adds a quick rose with his index finger around his testicles.

“ You… meanie… ” Takemichi says through shy gasps; his eyes focused on the movements of his tongue over him.

“ People say that a lot. But my soon-to-be-boyfriend demanded to be pleased so it’s my duty to fulfill his request… ” He says as he sucks the cloth covering the tip of his dick.

“Didn’t know you were into guys like…” Hanagaki mutes himself by biting his lower lip; he doesn’t want to ruin this moment, although deep inside he thinks that he should do it, for Mikey’s good.

“Like what? Good-looking, kind-hearted…” Mikey ascends again to kiss his neck as he mumbles all those things on a slow path to his ear. “ Someone worth fighting for? ” He traces his left hand down to free the aching dick from its confinement unhurriedly, his right one pinning the black-haired guy wrists still above his head and locking his eyes with his in a serious expression. “I meant what I said in the classroom, Takemitchy. I like you.”

Takemichi wants to protest, to force his mouth to pronounce the things piling up in his mind to make him leave his room right now, but he can’t. He can’t do anything when the blonde cracks his barriers with the sincerity of his words and the clearness of his eyes. Hanagaki is conscious of the rumors on his back, he knows that people will talk about Mikey when they find out that the two are dating; he doesn’t want for him to struggle with the trash he’s going through, he deserves better than shitty years in college because of his fault. He adores him too much for that.

“I don’t. I don’t like you. What we’re doing doesn’t mean anything to me. I lied to you just to see if I could get laid and rid of you in one hit. I don’t care if you don’t believe me, it’s the truth.”

Takemichi manages to free himself from sharp words spilled with poison, hoping that the guy lying next to him will get out. He’s expecting a punch, insults, anything that could make him feel that he succeeded to push Manjiro away from him once and for all; however, he wasn’t prepared to receive a fond kiss and a caress on his cheek. The kiss is so sweet that unconsciously, Hanagaki finds himself reciprocating the gesture leaning his head at him.

“ You’re a terrible liar, Takemitchy. If what you said is true, then why are you crying with so much pain? Nothing will make me adore you any less, though if my words can’t reach you, I’ll let my actions speak for myself. ”

Using his left hand, Manjiro strokes his dick while he keeps kissing him, he brushes the tip with his thumb in circular movements before swinging it up and down on his length again. Takemichi tries to say something else but Mikey interrupts him with praises, kisses and teasing bites on his areolas. He knows that he can’t erase from his mind the damage that people caused on him in a day, still, he will try tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow too, until Takemichi realizes that he’s not just the bad things they said about him. Until the moment he sees himself in the mirror and can see the same that Mikey observes in him.

Manjiro traces his right arm under his back to have a better way to maneuver his hand to please his chest with both caresses and licks while his hand torture him with teasing motions that leaves him moving his hips to find a pace that makes him get what he wants. The blonde chuckles at his struggle, feeling like a benevolent soul, he pumps his hand faster. Takemichi squirms, his gasps are noisier now, and his breathing is agitated. Then, it happens, he expels his climax over Mikey’s hand and his abdomen.

The blonde doesn’t say anything about their deal, he raises his hand allowing Takemichi to observe the lustful sight of him drinking the sperm on his hand before he proceeds to travel his lips down licking the remnants of the whitish liquid on his way to the softened member between his legs. He puts it on his mouth without thinking twice as he strokes it a bit to get more of Takemichi’s immoral seed. Lacking his reward, he continues sucking it regardless of the complaints telling him to stop.

He doesn’t care that it’s soft, he bumps his head up and down until the stimulation eventually forces it to get its firm shape back at the expense of the convulsions on the body under him. Then, Mikey stands to open one of his drawers searching for lube that he knows Hanagaki has. He found it, as well as other things to use at the moment. He adds a generous portion on his hand to apply it at Takemichi’s entrance and one of the objects he borrowed. The fact that the black-haired man doesn’t need that much preparation makes him feel a bit pissed because he knows the reason for it.

“ Hope you hadn’t plans today, because I’m still not done with you, Takemitchy. ”

The aforementioned trembles at the promise of experimenting more pleasure than the one he just gets; he lets out a shy whine when Mikey swallows his size over a second time while his fingers start roaming in his interior. Hanagaki corrects himself internally, this isn’t like the things he did in the past with his friends; this is different, he can feel that this intimate moment they’re sharing will be impossible to forget.

It doesn’t take too much before Manjiro finds his prostate, the assaults on his sweet spot are sporadic so he can focus his attention on the fellations treating his dick nicely. Little by little the attacks grow in intensity; then Mikey keeps his lips on his tip, refusing to take the length in his mouth until he comes by just the movements of his fingers. He finds delight in the way his body shakes satisfied at his actions. Hit after hit using the same persistence gives Mikey the prize he wanted, Takemichi pouring his seed in his mouth as he moans his name. Manjiro stares at him with a malevolent smirk.

“ Two. ”

Hanagaki can’t process what he said because immediately after his recent orgasm, Manjiro restarts his strikes on his prostate. The black-haired man whines, throwing kicks as he tries to get away in vain because his actions only corner him between the head of the bed and Manjiro’s merciless fingers revolving his interior. Without realizing it, both of Takemichi’s ankles lie over Sano’s shoulders, meanwhile he shares a deep kiss on the open mouth gasping for the air he doesn’t mind stealing from him.

Once he reaches his third climax, a dry one as his last, Takemichi’s mind feels dizzy and foolishly assumes that Mikey is done. Then, Manjiro uses the same shirt locking Hanagaki’s arm to secure them on the bars of the head of the bed; he knows that if he leaves it free, he can’t do what he has planned for him. Hanagaki observes the item on his hand before staring at the blonde with widen eyes as he introduces an electric dildo that it’s activated via remote, the calmed, yet mischievous smile Mikey is showing at him makes Takemichi grins with a lustful desire reflected on his orbs.

The blonde turns it on to begin with another round of pleasures inflicted on Hanagaki’s body. He switches the speeds from slow to faster at hazardous lapses of time meanwhile he watches him drooling, moaning his name like a spell, begging to be fucked; he has to wait a little longer for that though. Manjiro moves the toy to a certain position after he reduces the speed to zero. Without a warning, he sets the highest velocity to get the broken screams he was waiting to get from the crying Takemichi over the bed.

He maintains the toy in that position with the same swiftness, he only twists it slightly from side to side to not leave any second his sweet spot to feel neglected. Hanagaki is a moaning mess with tears falling from his eyes at the never-ending overstimulation, at which is added the torturous rhythm of Manjiro’s hand bumping his length again whilst he nibbles his earlobe. The praises haven’t stopped yet, Mikey compliments every part of him as he worships him centering his attention on every centimeter of his body. With a cracked groan, Takemichi comes again.

“ Good, a double prize this time. ”

Manjiro doesn’t retrieve the toy from him when he goes down to clean his dick using his tongue; he adores the wrecked expression adorning Takemichi’s face right now. Mind fucked with his eyes lost in the distance and mouth open, he purposely strikes his prostate to get those perfectly clouded gems focused on him. Adding more lube to his entrance and to his dick, Mikey adjusts himself to be between his legs; although he doesn’t enter inside of the black-haired man just yet. He lifts his legs to place them closed on his left shoulder while he shoves his length between his thighs, making a sinful friction against Hanagaki’s testicles and overly sensitive size.

“What? You expected me to fuck you? You haven’t begged for it first, Takemitchy.” The aforementioned it’s too delirious to allow himself to act pridefully; he stares at the blonde in his eyes, oh, how wonderful a gesture he’s making, full of need and lust.

“ Stop teasing me and fuck me already. I need you, Mikey. ”

That’s all Manjiro needs to accommodate his legs at both sides of his waist before introducing his length in him with care, making space on his interior without retrieving the toy from him. After waiting for some minutes until Takemichi got used to the double insertion, he piston his hips at a fast pace. He grabs him firmly by his hips to smash his dick deeper and harder as the movement intensifies its rhythm.

A bed cracking echoes in the room followed by the broken moans that were partly silenced by a passionate kiss as Mikey fucks him mercilessly, and yet, with the absolute adoration he keeps professing that he feels towards him. The exchange of heats of their exhalations filtering through the messy words that Takemichi tried in vain to express, and their bodies crashing against each other in many different positions after Sano achieved to steal another orgasm out of the black-haired man who is rode his dick as if his life depended on it with his tongue out.

They made some pauses along the way to rehydrate before getting back into action. To the great finale, Manjiro decided to finally use the other toy he picked up from Takemichi’s drawer; a special dildo that mimics the stimulation of getting a blowjob. On the bed, the black-haired man is on his four with Mikey hammering his hips harder making a mess with his interior; two fingers of his left hand are keeping his mouth open whilst his right places the toy over the tip of Hanagaki’s cock before turning it on too.

With vibrations ruining his mind and body beyond repair and choked gasps, Takemichi reaches his tenth orgasm screaming at the pillow under his cheek around more than an hour later; his climax has forced to wait until Manjiro gets closer to get his own. After that, Mikey turns off the toys before letting them on the floor so he can collapse in bed next to Hanagaki. At the minimal touch, the black-haired man with teary eyes, whines his name till the two of them were in a comfortable position to sleep; the protest of their stomachs isn’t loud enough to get their attention. They don’t know what time it is; they don’t care. Too exhausted to check it up, or the missed calls and text messages on their phones which they purposely ignored throughout the love making.

“ So, are we dating now? ”

“ Haven’t I moaned the answer plenty already? ”

“ Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear you saying it again. ”

“ Yes, we're dating, and I adore you.”

“ I love you sounds better don’t you think? ”

“ I swear to God, Manjiro... ”