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Yamaguchi

Tsukki straddled on his bed and sighed deeply, I stood there watching him, his room was dim with the moon's light, the door locked and Tsukki's expression were unreadable but at the same time very supple. I opened my mouth as I decided to speak, "U-Uh . . ."

He sighed and gave me an expressionless face, his eyes bore into mine through his glasses, "If you're going to ask me about my dad, I'm not answering it,"

"But Tsukki-"

"No,"

I knew he would do this. I stride towards him and sat down on the bed, I studied his face and jut my lips forward, "Come on," I whined, dragging my words.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

I crossed my arms in front of me and quirked an eyebrow, "You do know I won't stop," I said in a chiding tone, holding my chin up.

Tsukki sighed, laying on his chest with his smug look on his face, "Go on," He had an amused look.

"Oh, come on! I mean, that was pretty sweet," A mocking grin curled by the corners of my lips.

Confusion traced on his face, grimacing, he asked, "What is?" He sat up from the bed as he eyed me with scrutiny.

I smirked, "You and your dad," I said, wryly, my face distorted my facial muscles to express irony and mockery.

Tsukki's face retorted, "Shut up,"

"Preparing dinner together, making jokes together, you must've been tired playing nice all night long," I giggled, wriggling my eyebrows.

His brows furrowed together and pouts, in a quick manner, Tsukki pushed me down the bed, pinning me by my wrist as I sink further down the cushion. His pupils dilate, wild eyes, his stare intensed as ever. So though it is his eyes, his skin, his face that I look upon, know that the attraction runs deep to my core. I don't do superficial, I never did.

Tsukki's eyes gaze directed downward, "I said shut up, Yamaguchi," He mumbled, his voice coming out hoarse.

I moistened my lips with my tongue and the corners of my lips forming a lopsided grin, with my newly profound confidence, I thought answering him with my typical "Sorry Tsukki" phrase was now a bit overrated.

With a pronounced lip-pursing and supercilious gaze through half-lidded eyes, I smirked, "Make me,"

Tsukki did not say anything - did not know what to say. He was peculiarly conscious of my sudden sexual response. My sex drive and imaginations were at it again. All feature makes Tsukki so handsome, his eyes come close. People often speak of the colour of eyes, as if that were of importance, yet his would be beautiful in any shade. From them comes an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness. 

I stared at him in awe, wondering how one so blunt and stoic look so vulnerable and fragile, Tsukki lower himself to me and crashed his lips against mine, he pushed me back onto the bed, the springs giving a loud groan as the weight of the him was forced upon it. Our kiss were in sync as if we both know what we anticipate to happen.

Fervently, I kissed him, bringing a shaking hand up under his shirt to tenderly glide my shaky fingers across his warm, hot chest, tugging anxiously at the fabric. I was hesitant at first, but to be in the moment, I thought it would make things weird if I back out. With each strokes of his lips against mine, I felt my confidence stripping away from my body one by one as I grew more awkward.

I felt myself swallow as my visions went blurry, "T-Tsukki . . ." I breathe, for a moment, I thought I felt sexy and confident but now, I couldn't find my voice anymore yet something from the back of my mind kept bugging me. Tsukki's glasses were at the verge of falling off, glasses a little fogged up.

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