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The live was less than ten minutes long. Maki could manage his face for that long, even under intense duress, and he made it through, if only barely.
The moment the camera went dark and everyone started getting to their feet, though, distracted by the pins and needles they’d gained after sitting all bunched up like that on a hard floor, his restraint cracked. Only for a moment, but that was long enough.
It hadn’t seemed to occur to K, or even to any of the others, what it might be like for Maki to have what might actually be the hottest person in the entire world sprawled out between his legs. To have the back of K’s head right in front of his face, the nape of his neck, softly emanating his delicious signature fragrance right into Maki’s face.
Torment. Torture. He could barely think, let alone form sentences, but he kept his face in line. That was the most important.
Then the live ended, he saw his chance, and took it.
“Wha—” K half-screeched as Maki wrapped his arms around K’s chest and put his mouth on the crook of K’s neck, breathing deeply. “Hey!”
Maki didn’t answer, determined to savour this one second that was probably all he was going to get. Then he let go, just before K gathered himself enough to make him let go.
“Sorry,” he said, blatantly insincere and grinning. “Couldn’t resist.”
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