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In some world, maybe Otoya let Karasu leave without another word. But the truth was, Otoya texted Karasu the second he left the house, more warning than asking about coming over.
Karasu looked good – irresistible, even – standing there in messy hair and an oversized shirt that showed off his collarbones. Otoya really hadn’t been able to help himself – who would, seeing your best friend like that when you’re a couple of drinks in, and he’s just confessed to you? So, Otoya kissed him right there on the porch without a word, and Karasu led him down to the basement, where no one would hear them (which was a great choice; they’d been loud.)
There they lay, spent, on the same small mattress in the cold basement. But that time, neither of them was shy about their need to be close. Otoya was wrapped up in Karasu’s arms and couldn’t be happier.
When Otoya woke in the morning, Karasu was running his hands through his hair, looking at him with more warmth than the sunlight flooding in through the window. He smiled softly when he saw Otoya’s eyes open and muttered a sleepy “Morning…”
Still holding him.
Otoya almost believed that true love existed for a moment. He almost believed that foolish idea that all the girls he’d ever been with believed – that he was with the love of his life.
And whether that belief was true or not, Otoya didn’t care. He just knew that he planned to devote a lot more time to this man. So, so much more than sex.