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He cupped his lovers cheek, leaning in slowly till their lips touched. It was a soft kiss at first, but as the two grew more passionate, more consumed by each other’s lust, the kiss became far from it. “Mmh, open… open your mouth, Hirose..” Nakamura mumbled out through the heated kissing, parting his lips and poking his tongue out to lick over the other boys plump and wet ones. It’s like he’s trying to force his way in.
“Aahn!~” Hirose moaned out (though it was mostly muffled by the kiss) as he too, parted his lips and opened his mouth for his loving boyfriend. Nakamuras’ tongue slid right in through the mini entrance of Hiroses mouth as soon as he got the chance, wrapping his own slimy tongue around his. Who knew Nakamura could be so.. dominant? Amazing at kissing? He’s never kissed anyone before, right? So why’s he..?
…ing!
Ring!!
Ring!!
“…Huu?.” Hirose awakens from his sleep, then cause being of his alarm blaring loudly by his head. “What on earth.. why was I..? What?” It seems that Hirose had a… wet dream! And it was about Nakamura, too! Of all people, it was someone he barely even knew!!? Oh, if Nakamura found out, he might hate him!!
Now, fellow reader. You’re probably wondering why it’s Hirose is the one dreaming about this, and not Nakamura. Well, let’s just say, after the talk him and Nakamura had once he broke up with that girl, he’s developed a small attraction towards the other boy. I know, crazy. If only Nakamura knew! Oh, maybe not actually. He would probably have a heart attack and die if he ever found out Hirose liked him back.
But Hirose doesn’t know that. Nakamura has been surprisingly good at hiding his crush. Minus all the awkward stuff he’s done to.. get the attention of Hirose! Everyone thinks that just Nakamura being Nakamura, so he’s fine!
“Wait… what’s the..time?” The ever so sleepy Hirose sat up from his bed and pushed the duvet and sheet off of his body, and stumbled out of bed. He doesn’t have a clock in his room, and did not think to check his phone. So he wobbled out of his room and made his way to the lounge room (where there was a clock.
“10 to 8…” he mumbles to himself, just after taking a look at the old clock and processing what it said. Or looked like. “Mmh, guess I’ll go get ready now…” And that is what he did. He went back to his room and dug into his drawers, searching for a clean uniform and boxers to wear under them. He didn’t need to worry about Socks, he’s already got a pair on.
Once he’s all dressed (And actually awake), he walks down stairs (yeah, no more wobbling) and packs his bag. His parents were already out to work and his sister doesn’t school on so she’s still asleep.
Lucky her, she gets to sleep in all day and do nothing while he has to go to school and be miserable for no reason.. Ah well. Maybe he’ll fake being sick tomorrow and stay home.