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It was a day like any other when this issue arose. They were watching a movie, but not really doing so. As in, the movie was playing in the background, and Reo and Nagi pretended to pay attention to it at some point, but now the both of them were a bit too lost in each other to bother with anything else.
It started innocently enough. Reo was cuddling his boyfriend like an octopus, watching the movie over Nagi’s shoulder, and nuzzling his nape every now and then. He would chuckle and make comments as the film progressed, and Nagi would hum in response, all while playing with the hand Reo had around his waist.
But, at some point, Reo made the mistake of daring to try and tickle his boyfriend, sneaking a hand under his shirt to reach his ribs and tummy. Turns out tall-and-mysterious Nagi was the dictionary definition of a ticklish guy, and it was the easiest way to get him to crack his aloof facade. Soon, Nagi caught Reo’s hand to stop him and turned around to kiss him, because if anything, that was the easiest way to make Reo’s brain short-circuit.
It always surprised Nagi how they had been dating for months and Reo still found kissing him as thrilling as the very first time, his lips always meeting Nagi’s eagerly. Whether casual or passionate, he could do that for hours. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of Seishiro, could never get bored of him.
Nagi peppered kisses on the side of Reo’s face and Reo let out low giggles in response, trying again to tickle him under his clothes.
Nagi stopped him for a second time. “Don’t,” he warned, the hint of a grin on his lips.
Reo’s teasing would’ve persisted if it weren’t because of Nagi taking his hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on the pad of his fingers, then the inner part of his wrist; getting Reo to give in with those simple actions.
“You’re easy,” Nagi mocked him.
Reo didn’t take offense to it. “And you can be quite persuasive,” he said.
Nagi let go to focus on the movie again but Reo cupped his face to stop him, smiling playfully.
“Also quite distracting,” he added.
He rubbed the tip of his nose softly against Nagi’s, breaths mingling together, and Nagi chose that moment to pull him flush against his body, hands settling on his waist. Reo laughed at that, traced the ink on the base of Nagi’s neck with his finger, and kissed him on the mouth for another minute or so.
“You have a spell on me or something,” he confessed, his voice low with endearment once they pulled apart. “I’ve been hooked on you from the moment I met you.”
Nagi brushed Reo’s cheek with his lips, still leaving faint kisses everywhere. “Couldn’t even look me in the eye, I remember.”
“Well, you have beautiful eyes.”
“Good thing I’m dating you,” Nagi nibbled at his ear. “‘cause your crush is kinda embarrassing.”
Reo squirmed a little, sensitive. “Love you too,” he joked.
Nagi followed the angle of Reo’s jaw with his tongue, his piercing pressing cold on Reo’s skin. One of his hands moved upwards, lifting Reo’s shirt with it, and Nagi’s thumb brushed the rings on his chest lightly.
“Hey,” Reo smiled, not stopping him and putting both arms around Nagi’s neck instead. “Say it back.”
“‘m too busy,” Nagi replied, sucking on Reo’s neck. Reo tried to pinch him in retaliation but Nagi was using teeth as he sucked and eventually Reo could only sigh, giving in to his touch blissfully.
He bit his lip to avoid making any sound while his boyfriend continued his ministrations, but couldn’t help shivering under his touch. Nagi gave special attention to his chest with both lips and tongue, and Reo’s fingers tensed and clenched on Nagi’s shoulders as lust simmered in his gut. He felt himself slowly coming apart, close to moaning like a touch-starved fool.
Before the mood could shift into something more intense and less family-friendly, Nagi stopped at Reo’s navel. “You should let me pierce you here another time,” he said, eyeing his belly button and hiking Reo’s leg over his shoulder. “I like seeing you shirtless, it's like your proper image shatters. It’s hot.”
“Yeah?” Reo smiled weakly, face red as if feverish. “You like messing with a rich boy?”
“Just messing around?”
“No, because I love you,” Reo laughed, “I said that already.”
“Good boy,” Nagi complimented, biting at Reo’s inner thigh softly before coming up again to squeeze his waist and kiss his neck. “Want a tattoo sometime?” His hand trailed Reo’s stomach, right above the elastic of his underwear. “Rin could give you something real cute.”
“I’m not your try subject, Seishiro.”
“Never said you were, that’s why I asked,” Nagi lapped an area he had turned purple before. For some reason, he was being surprisingly touchy that morning. “Sure you can tell me no, though?”
“Don’t tease,” Reo’s face turned effectively red. “The power you have over me isn’t fair.”
“What power? You mean when I compliment you and you blush all pretty?”
Reo pushed him a little, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling. “Stop! You just don’t say stuff like that so when you do…”
“You melt, I know.” Nagi grinned against his skin. “Love you, too, babe.”
“You finally said it back, jerk!” Reo’s heart burst with affection, turning his smile big and blinding, impossible to hide.
They were interrupted by the apartment’s bell, and it ended whatever intimacy they were sharing. Reo groaned as Nagi let go of him. He hadn’t called delivery or invited anyone but sometimes his neighbors sought his help and Reo liked being on good terms with all of them, so he had to play nice.
“Fix your face,” Nagi said, laughing at his expression. Reo stuck his tongue out at him before leaving and Nagi simply rolled over, making himself comfortable in bed.
When Reo opened the door, however, it wasn’t to a stranger but his parents. Someone must have opened the building’s door for them because they had completely caught Reo off guard. His eyes widened in surprise and his face heated up in shame before his brain went back to work and ordered him to throw the door in their faces.
Which he did.
Reo saw himself in the mirror next to the entrance. His hair was loose and disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, his expression too soft. Maybe he could play it off as if he had just woken up?
“Hey, guys,” he cracked the door open in the slightest. “What are you doing here all of a sudden? ha- ha”
His father raised a brow, both suspicious and curious. “We brought Tiffany before going on our trip. You said you could have her over the weekend.”
As if cued, the pomeranian barked.
Shit.
“Sure,” Reo forced himself to smile, pretending he didn’t completely forget he had promised to do that. “Sure, let me take care of that and-”
Reo tried to grab the dog’s leash but his dad pulled it away from his reach. His mother’s hand went to the doorknob, “Can we come in?”
“Ha- yeah, sure, sure, just- give me a minute, this whole place is a mess, I just woke up-”
Reo finished his poor excuse and closed the door again, turning the lock just to make sure. He rushed to his room where Nagi was about to snooze on his pillows.
“Wake up,” Reo whispered loudly and impatiently. “Wake the fuck up, my parents are here.”
“What?” Nagi turned around but did not react until Reo was pulling him up and out of bed. “Hell, Reo, what got your panties in a twist all of a sudden?”
“My freaking parents, Seishiro, get the fuck out.”
“You were so cute like five minutes ago.”
“Baby, believe me, this isn’t the moment to try and meet your in-laws,” Reo insisted, growing worried.
Nagi only took him seriously once he realized how stressed he seemed. “Okay, fine,” he tried to calm his boyfriend, leaving a kiss on his forehead. “How do we do this?”
“Through the window.”
“You’re kidding, right?” but Reo didn’t smile, and Nagi sighed. “Reo, you don’t live on the first floor, do you want me to die?”
“I’ll take the risk,” Reo began to push him towards the window. The doorbell rang again as a reminder of his parents literally waiting on the other side. “C’mon, Sei, cats fall on their feet.”
“Do I look like a cat?” Nagi tried to reason, “I can hide under the bed, though, or in the bathroom. If they enter, I mean.”
“Get out!”
“Okay, under the bed then, don’t fucking panic,” Nagi kissed the crown of his partner’s head again in one last appeasing gesture. “Go talk to them. I promise no one will see me here…, ah, and put on some joggers or something.”
Reo eventually nodded, trusting his boyfriend with his life. Nagi kneeled on the floor and threw the closest pair of pants he found towards Reo, who caught them in the air before trying to put them on. They were Nagi’s, of course.
Once he was finished, there was no trace of another person in the room. Nagi’s hand appeared from under the bed, giving him a thumbs up while whispering: “Go, go, go-”
Reo was back to his parents in a blink, welcoming them.
“Hey, sorry. I was busy with work and completely forgot you guys were coming, plus I fell asleep so…”
They didn’t seem to care. However, the moment they were both inside the flat, their eyes wandered around, looking for something or someone. Reo took the pomeranian in his arms and his father put the bag with all of her things on the table.
“Thanks for coming?” The young man tried to rush them out.
“Don’t forget to take her for a walk every day at seven am sharp, she enjoys the morning sun,” his dad explained. “And you know how she is with strangers, so don’t bring any of your friends around, it makes Tiffany anxious.”
Reo only nodded as his father kept listing stuff he already knew — he had lived with that dog for years. Tiffany shook in his arms, forcing him to put her down, and the little shit went straight to his room, sniffing and clawing at the door. She was the worst.
Reo paled. “Okay, that’s enough, dad. I offered to look after her for a reason, don’t worry.”
“On Sunday she has a dog party, you know how it is. The Karasus are throwing a party for their pitbull’s birthday-”
The dog howled, and Reo’s smile twitched. “Great! That’s gonna be so fun! It’s been a long time since I saw Tabito.”
“Oh, he got a tattoo, you know?” Reo’s mom shook her head in disapproval. “He has all his back covered… it’s so horrible, we saw it at the Karasus’ pool party the other day. Everyone was staring…”
“He looks like a thug now,” Reo’s dad added. “No one in their right mind would employ a guy like that. But well, that was to be expected from Tabito, that kid’s always been trouble.”
“Haha,” Reo made a forced sound, “Tabito is nice, you just never warmed up to him-”
“It’s good that you never dated him-”
“Dad, just because I like men does not mean I like every man I meet.”
“Still.” His dad made a face, “you shouldn’t spend so much time with him.”
Annoyment flared up in Reo’s stomach. “Dad, please, I’m not fifteen. I can be friends with anyone and go out with anyone, okay? You’re not my boss.”
“Technically, I am,” the older man argued. “But it’s okay, son, as long as you don’t bring a thug to my house. Understood?”
Was that a threat? Reo only nodded because he couldn’t quite promise stuff he wasn’t going to keep. Plus, he knew his father, and the man was most likely to stare at Nagi as if the piercer was a grade-A criminal.
Reo’s mom gave him a peck on the cheek as a goodbye, “Well, we’ll be going now. We’ll send someone to pick Tiffany up when we come back, okay? See you at our anniversary party.”
Oh, that… that was coming up soon. Right.
“Okay mom, have a nice trip.”
“And Reo,” she said, holding his face in her hands. “You bring your boyfriend to our party, yes? Introduce him to us, please.”
“My- I- wha- how?” Reo stuttered, taking a step back. He looked back at his bedroom where Tiffany was still locked outside and there were no signs of Nagi’s presence. Was his mother a mind reader of some sort?
“There’s a bruise on your neck”
Fuck.
(…)
“Don’t panic”
“I’m not panicking,” Reo argued, like a liar.
“Stop thinking about it,” Nagi advised, knowing by his boyfriend’s face that he was, in fact, still gnawing at his head over his parent’s visit the week prior. Nagi passed another page of the magazine he was reading. “We have a whole week to figure out what to do.”
But Reo remained quiet and upset. Nagi didn’t mind, he wouldn't judge his partner for being so close to his parents or wanting their acceptance. He liked Reo regardless of the drama, and it wasn’t like the Mikages could order him to break up with Nagi, right? Both Nagi and Reo were in their late twenties.
“Want me to stay the night?” Nagi suggested.
“No, I, uh, I don’t think you have to. Someone’s going to pick up the dog today anyway.”
Nagi had gotten along with the feisty pomeranian surprisingly well, at least once Tiffany had smelled him from head to toe. Reo was even a little jealous of the attention the dog was receiving when Nagi stayed over.
Isagi and Chigiri entered the tattoo parlor talking cheerfully. Reo had no idea when their lives got so mixed together, but somehow Nagi’s friends were now his, and his were Nagi’s, although Chigiri had always been common ground.
“Why are you making that face?” The redhead asked as soon as he saw him.
“Told you to stop thinking about it,” Nagi flicked his partner in the nape, getting a wounded hiss in response.
“So?”
“Reo’s parents know we are dating now, and they want to meet me at their anniversary event or something.”
“It’s a barbecue party, a small thing,” Reo rushed to add, maybe in an attempt to rationalize it. “It’s not like we’re meeting the pope or anything.”
Chigiri’s mouth still twisted at that, even if Isagi didn’t seem to understand the bigger problem.
“Are you scared it could go wrong?”
“It won’t go wrong,” Reo found Nagi’s hand on the desk and rubbed his fingers to reassure himself more than anything. “Nagi is the most incredible guy I know.”
“Aww,” Rin joined their conversation. “If that isn’t the corniest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, you said it yourself, it’s not like it’ll go awful,” Isagi tried to comfort him. “Maybe your parents will like him. I mean, you like him, and the other day Rin was so nervous about introducing me to his brother but Sae actually liked me-”
Rin became pink in the face as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll give you that. My brother is very hard to impress.”
“But it went well, didn’t it?” Isagi said. “Have some faith.”
Reo and Chigiri looked at each other with mutual understanding. Reo didn’t have the mind to explain it, and in the end, Chigiri did it for him.
“It’s different. You are you, and I don’t know about Rin’s brother but Reo’s parents aren’t… easy to impress either, let’s put it that way. They have certain standards.”
“Impossible-to-meet standards,” Reo clarified.
“Oh, now I get it. Nagi wears jewelry on his face and has no clothes his actual size,” Rin went on to say. “He looks like a rapper or a gang member, not the suit and tie kind. It will definitely make an impression, just not the type you’re hoping for.”
Nagi only raised his brow in reply. Reo took his hand and left a kiss on his knuckles, apologetic.
“Yeah, and I’ve met Reo’s parents.” Chigiri got goosebumps at the memory.
Stern faces, hard eyes, and authoritative voices. It seemed strange that they had raised someone so emotional and sensible, or it was rare until one remembered that Reo behaved so openly only in private, because in business he was just as cold and judgmental as the rest of his family.
“They can be mean, not that they will insult you upfront but they are mean nonetheless. And they were overprotective, at least back in college.”
Reo only hummed in agreement and rested his chin on Nagi’s shoulder, observing him while the piercer paid minimum attention to their conversation and went back to the magazine. To be fair, Reo had gone a little overboard in college, breaking all the rules only because of the freedom that being of age gave him. In that sense, his parents weren’t too wrong about worrying. However, what stressed Reo the most wasn’t their opinions, but the possibility that they could push Nagi away with their venomous tongues.
Reo loved them. He acknowledged how much their relationship had improved as they started to listen to him instead of just ordering him around. He accepted their progress and was thankful for it, even proud. Yet Reo knew them. He had heard their comments about other people, had seen them say things to strangers that made them never visit again. He didn’t want Nagi to be the subject of any of that passive-aggressiveness.
Nagi could also get whoever he wanted, right? He was good at his job, confident, attractive, and a great listener with far too much patience. He even had a mysterious aura around him that lured people in like moths to a flame.
Reo had fallen in love with him, what would he do if Nagi concluded that dealing with Reo’s parents was too bothersome? Nagi didn’t like it when things got troublesome, he got bored.
Reo didn’t want to bore him.
(...)
On the way there, Reo refrained from spiraling. He tried to make small talk instead, laughing a bit too hard at comments Nagi made that weren’t necessarily funny. After half a year of dating, Nagi could sense his nervousness as if it were his.
When they parked in front of the Mikage household, Nagi watched his boyfriend clean his hands with gel to get rid of the nervous sweat he was gathering in his palms. Seeing him so distraught rubbed the piercer the wrong way.
He had refrained from commenting on the whole meeting-the-parents situation. They only had one conversation about it, and Reo was flustered the whole time, too careful with his words to avoid offending Nagi.
He asked Nagi to take off his piercings that day.
If Nagi was being honest, he didn’t care. People had their prejudices, and sure, Nagi didn’t like dealing with them, but he wasn’t one to fight others or debate. He just removed them from his life, not that he could do that with the Mikages, but they didn’t have to be best friends, either.
He waited for Reo to do something, but the guy froze and looked at his house as if hell were awaiting. Nagi took a deep breath. “We’re here,” he announced.
No answer.
Then, Reo cleared his throat. “I know.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Not yet”
“Okay…, what are we waiting for?”
“For my mom to text me back,” he improvised.
Bad luck that Nagi could see right through him. “Really? When we can just walk and knock on the door?”
“Uhm”
“Reo”
Nagi tried to open the passenger door, but his partner rushed to press the lock button from his side of the car.
“Wait, Sei, just… give me a minute.”
So Nagi waited. Another minute, a few more seconds, and yet, Reo couldn’t find the strength to press the button again.
“Are you still nervous?” Nagi sighed, “nothing they can say will make me change my mind about you, babe.”
Even so, Reo kept silent. Nagi pushed one of the purple strands of his hair behind his ear and found Reo couldn’t quite look at him. Nagi realized that not talking about things made Reo more nervous than confrontations, even if the latter also made him upset. He almost smiled; they were disasters, barely good at communication at twenty-something… but they were trying for each other.
“I know this is weird, and having to pretend I’m a certain way is uncomfortable, but I’m wearing this for you, okay? I took my piercings off ‘cause it’s not a big deal, I won’t take offense to it. I’m meeting the parents, after all. I’d do anything to make it easier for you.”
Reo shook his head, not at all reassured. “You don’t understand. You’re so sweet, Seishiro, and I would do anything for you, too, but if my parents piss you off I don’t know if I can help.”
Reo could stand up to his parents, he’s done it before. But he really didn’t want it to get to that, and he wasn’t sure his own passive-aggressive ways – that worked so well against his parents – would be clear enough for Nagi.
Nagi didn’t expect Reo’s uneasiness, not when Reo was always so defensive of Nagi and devoted to their relationship, but he guessed even Mikage had an Achilles heel.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, or if we get to it,” the piercer said, shrugging. “I’m just going to meet them. I know you won’t break up with me if mommy and daddy asked you to. I don’t feel insecure over this.”
“But I do,” Reo confessed. “Not because of you but I don’t want you to resent me or see me in a different light like I’m not brave enough to stand up for our relationship.”
“Whatever happens, I won’t be mad.”
Reo squinted in doubt, finally looking at him, and Nagi pecked him slowly. Like always, his kiss worked like a charm, and the tension fled Reo’s body as he relaxed in his seat.
“I won’t, have I ever been mad at you?” Nagi asked the moment they were apart, making an emphasis to drive his point home.
“No,” Reo whispered. “It’s hard for you to even get upset.”
“Exactly. So whatever they say, I can take it. Trust me, I love you,” easiness melted Reo’s worries away. More importantly, it filled him with newfound resolution.
“Now let’s get out of here, ‘cause the sooner we start, the sooner it ends, and this shirt is fucking uncomfortable-”
Nagi was wearing one of Reo’s nicest shirts, made with pink linen that gave more color to his skin and enhanced the blue of his eyes. Nagi looked better than Reo in it, but he wasn’t used to the way the fabric clung and stretched. Reo took his sleeve and began to roll it up.
“Fix it, then,” he said, shaking his head with decisiveness. His words were bold although his hands were trembling.
“What?” Reo didn’t listen and was soon pulling the shirt out of Nagi’s pants. “Reo, I have to make a good impression. They probably think I’m lesser than you on my best day.”
“Okay, but you said it minutes ago, didn’t you? I’m not breaking up with you because of what they think, so fuck what they think. I like you just as you are, they’ll have to learn to do it, too.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, I’m not, but I’m never sure of anything unless it’s job-related so take it as a yes.”
“Babe,” Nagi let him undo the buttons of his collar, and smiled at him lazily. “I’m proud of you. Confused, but proud.”
“Thanks, baby, now put this back on before I chicken out,” Reo offered him back his lip piercing, the piece of metal that made him quite irresistible. Nagi slid it on easily and Reo brought Seishiro’s hand to his lips to leave a kiss on his knuckles. “Welcome back, handsome,” he muttered against the skin.
Nagi thought of kissing him again, but he wasn’t that much of a fan of public displays of affection, and the windows of Reo’s car were definitely see-through.
“Let’s go,” he said instead, squeezing Reo’s hand. He didn’t need to try and comfort Reo anymore for, in the end, the weight of his hand in Reo’s was enough.
They walked to the house without second-guessing it. Reo’s mom received them with a tense smile but hey, at least she made the effort. She had told Reo to bring the guy and if the boyfriend in question had piercings and tattoos… Well, some people said opposites attract.
“You must be Reo’s special friend,” she greeted. She was using that suggestive intonation that made Reo’s cheeks redden in embarrassment, why did she have to go out of her way to tease him?
“Yes, Nagi Seishiro, ma’am.”
Her eyes flickered between Nagi’s face and his neck, to another tattoo that was peeking from the collar of his shirt. She tried to conceal her shock by making conversation about it as if she hadn’t been staring for all the wrong reasons. “Is that a Rorschach test?” She asked, referring to the inkblot shape.
Oh, perhaps he was a psychologist or a doctor-
“A what?”
Nevermind.
“The test where they show you images and you interpret them, remember it was in your inspo folder?” Reo reminded his partner.
It clicked in Nagi’s mind, an old memory that he had almost forgotten. “Right, right, I had no idea that’s what it was called…”
The Mikage’s face must ache for all the forced smiling she was doing, but to her credit, she didn’t drop the act. She only gave Nagi a not-at-all-subtle once over, before they were interrupted by Reo’s dad.
He came with the dog trailing behind. Luckily, Tiffany was useful for once. She jumped to Nagi’s legs as soon as she caught sight of him, and let out happy welcoming barks. He had won over the most important member of the family earlier that month, which had to count for something.
Reo made the introductions, his happy expression not faltering at all while his boyfriend squatted to pet the dog.
Then Nagi offered his hand. Reo’s dad blinked at him, his diplomatic smile unmoving, and Reo coughed as he said “the other one” because Nagi’s hand was currently coated in the dog’s saliva. Nagi dried his hand in his pants, but offered his clean one next and shook his future father-in-law’s hand with a strong grip. He didn’t know much about big names or businessmen but handshakes were basic etiquette, right?
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mikage. Congratulations on your anniversary.”
“Thank you,” he was staring at the dog, then looked at Nagi again. “You knew Tiffany already?”
“We met last time I was at Reo’s. She’s adorable, very well behaved.”
Reo’s dad had a weakness bigger than money, and that was his dog. His family, both wife, and son, were in a tie for the spot under the dog.
“She is, isn’t she? She won an agility competition last year thanks to all her tricks.”
“Really? That’s so cool.”
“Right? She beat the Otoya’s chihuahua and that damn dog had won all events in the country club since they bought her,” he scoffed.
Reo’s mom gave Reo the biggest grin as if telling him whatever points Nagi might have lost for his looks were balanced by the ones he won thanks to the spoiled four-legged fluffball. Reo leaned against Nagi’s arm, proud of the development.
His dad finally stopped talking about his pet and stepped aside. “Well, come in, please. I’m sure you must want to catch up with your friends, Yukimiya is already here.”
Great, familiar faces. They weren’t precisely close but always stuck to each other at family and business events ever since childhood. Reo went in feeling relaxed, aware that his friends were much less judgmental. He did want to catch up, after all, and pulled Nagi with him to do more introductions.
They chatted and laughed, and surprisingly enough, Nagi blended in almost effortlessly. He got a few looks from older people in the house, but the guys with Tabito welcomed him happily, telling Nagi every humiliating anecdote they could remember, from when Reo fell on someone’s pond when he was five, to the one time he and Yukimiya got high at a meeting their parents were having to discuss politics.
Reo couldn’t listen or stop the retelling of all those events, because Eita and his sister soon called him to help them with the grill and he left, knowing Eita would at least entertain him with the story of his latest failed conquest. It wasn’t until lunch was over that he could get Nagi alone again, sneaking a hand around the guy’s waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder while on his tippy toes.
“So?”
“Wasn’t so bad,” Nagi smiled, sipping from his coke. “Your fancy friends are fun, but I’m under the impression you all did lots of crazy shit in high school.”
“Uhm,” Reo used to be a secret troublemaker, that was right. Well, he hung out with other rich boys in an elite boarding school, so he had done everything he could as long as his parents didn’t hear (including badly done pick and poke tattoos that to this day decorated Eita’s calf). “Something like that, why?”
“Dunno, but you’re all less snobbish than I expected.”
“Thank god,” Reo chuckled. “Guess I was freaking out over nothing, you just have a charm not even old rich bastards can resist.”
Nagi’s fingers went to Reo’s hand around him, to untangle them. He turned around and lowered his voice, almost cheekily.
“Especially young rich bastards,” he pointed out.
His smirk was so attractive, that Reo couldn’t be blamed for trying to kiss him. Maybe Nagi should get dimple piercings, too, to adorn that pretty grin. The sight would probably overload Reo’s brain cells, God knew his brain was already having a hard time working properly around Seishiro.
Nagi moved his head slightly to the side, raising a brow at Reo’s attempt. He seemed to have forgotten they had company. “Earth to Reo, we can’t swipe spit in front of your mom”.
Oh, he really was weak for Nagi Seishiro.