The night was dazzling, glowing more than usual. Silence was covering the sky. An owl was sitting on the large tree in front of the mansion, singing on his own. Crickets were flying everywhere, making the night brighter. The sky was filled with bright stars and a full moon.
In the mansion, there was no one—not even a pin could be heard. But in a specific room, or in the depth of the mansion, two men were sitting on the bed in an intimate pose. One was on the bed while the other was on his lap. Their lips were touching in the moonlight coming from the window.
The man sitting on the bed, his grip was tightening every second as he tried to deepen the kiss, without knowing what he needed to do after touching lips. Forcing his lips onto the other's.
The man who was trapped by the other was in pain. His back was hurting because of the position, and his stomach was hurting as usual.
Minato leaned backward, wanting space, but that man also leaned forward, which made Minato struggle more. Minato looked into the man's eyes with a surprised expression. He was confused why Shimizu wasn't backing off, instead forcing his way on him.
What's wrong with him??
He turned his head forward, looking at the wall painting. What is wrong? I can't figure it out. He was in turmoil. The person behind him started kissing his neck. He instantly covered his neck with one hand, and with the other, he tried to remove the guy's arms, which were curled around his waist.
His face was flushed. He tried his best, but nothing worked.
"Shimizu."
Minato uttered, waiting for the other person's reply. Nothing came. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine. Shimizu's grip became harder, and he squeezed Minato in his arms like he weighed nothing.
He started kissing his neck again without warning, which made Minato flinch. He could feel the sensation on his neck. He took a deep breath; his heart was beating as fast as a rocket.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Minato struggled in Shimizu's arms, helpless. Suddenly, he felt something warm and slippery touch his neck. He leaned forward instantly. Eh??!! He rubbed the area—it was saliva. Shimizu leaned forward with him and started kissing and licking his neck.
"Shimizu!"
This time, Minato shouted in rage. He hit Shimizu with his elbow, which loosened the grip on him. He escaped without a second thought. He took a few steps forward and looked back over his shoulder.
"Shimizu, are you listening to me? Why are you not saying anything? What is wrong with you? Hey, answer me."
Minato turned and looked into his dulled eyes, focusing on his own hand. Shimizu's hand was trembling, but he was still sitting in the same position. He grabbed his head in frustration. Why is he acting like that? So weird!
"Ahem!"
Minato tried to grab his attention from the other side. Shimizu was still sitting there with his trembling hands, saying nothing nor moving. His mind was in a mess; it was not on the right track. His breath was heavy, rising rapidly. He didn't even know what he was doing before. If Minato broke their relationship because of his mistake… he didn't know what he needed to say. The surroundings felt like he was alone in the dark.
Nowhere to go.
He was still staring at his hands. He was really angry at himself for something he didn't want to commit, yet he liked it—the warmth, the touch he experienced, the stimulation. Somehow, he still felt hot. The scene kept replaying in his mind continuously.
He crossed his legs, sensing something. Why did that buddy have to respond in such a condition like this? He was depressed! Why? It only happens to me.
Finally, his eyes looked up at Minato, who was in his own world. Minato was sitting a little far from Shimizu in front of the window. The moonlight was hitting his face, making it look too pale, while his hair was flying wildly in the cold breeze. His hair was too long, reaching around his shoulders.
[Note–Minato likes long legs, he thinks it's flashy!]
So it was giving goosebumps to Shimizu. He didn't know why he thought of a ghost while looking at his loved one. He covered his face with his fingers, peeking through the gaps, blushing uncontrollably. Forgetting the tension, he tried to console himself. I am fine. Huh.
But ahem! Why is Minato glowing more than usual? Plus, when I talk about depression or illness, he always becomes nervous, like he is hiding something. If he is hiding, why? He even has to do it. It's our role to support him. He also got paler while making jokes, like he was on a diet to make a Guinness World Record. Him and his masterpiece jokes, which aren't even funny.
Only I find them funny, right?
Huh! Who can find gems like me? Shimizu snorted to himself, puffing his chest in pride.
Why did he have to choose him when I am here, or…
Shimizu looked sad.
He didn't notice my acts.
Then his gaze moved toward Minato's figure. It felt like he was observing something. Why isn't he saying anything? His gaze moved lower, looking at his waist. Why is it so tiny? It could literally fit in his arms like before. He exclaimed. He lifted his arm in the air and measured, imagining the body right in front of him.
Hugging himself, he unconsciously closed his eyes, leaning closer to the figure, and kissed the air. He blushed and made a proud face in his imagination.
"Ahem!"
Shimizu was startled. He jumped slightly on the bed. He looked up at the guy, sensing anger. He smiled innocently.
"What happened?"
"Oh! Finally someone comes out of his dream and does weird things."
Shimizu's face instantly became red in panic. He grabbed the pillow beside him on the bed, enjoying the show. He covered his face in shame, peeking from the corner of the pillow.
"What are you talking about?"
"You don't know what I am talking about?"
Minato mocked him, shaking his head in denial. His face became even redder because of anger. He crossed his arms, smiling brightly while being filled with anger.
You're telling me you don't know what happened? Huh. I'm not even that angry about the kiss—who cares—but how dare he ignore me!
He hit the ground with his foot, making Shimizu flinch like a cat.
TO BE CONTINUED.