𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?" ☡ thoma x ayato

𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 (xiii)

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i stretch my arms out, rolling around in the blanket. just so happens, my hands land on ayato's face. i chuckle slightly, seeing how calm he looks asleep. i can see the sun starting to set. gosh, how long have we been asleep? i remember he picked me up at around 10, and well, yeah. that happened. my face flushed just thinking about it. it's not like this was our first time being intimate. well, maybe it is if you didn't count the time ayaka interrupted. i've slept with countless guys, but no one has made me felt as loved as ayato does. is this really love that i'm feeling? or is it just lust? it's not like two guys can actually be together, physically. i mean, i've never been in a real same sex relationship. it's just too much work, especially when they're always cheating.

anyways, my train of thoughts were interrupted when i heard a semi-loud rumble. i grip my stomach, trying to reduce the sound of the grumble. i haven't eaten in over a day, and i don't want to wake ayato up. unfortunately, he's awake. was my stomach that loud? ayato squeezes me, dragging me back into bed. i can't say no, but i'm forced to. if we stay in bed, i'm going to starve to death.

"you hungry, love?" ayato groans, as he hugs me again.

"w-wait. what do you mean by ... love?" i stutter. i don't understand what he meant. it's not like i would mind being his lover, but it just seems weird.

"i thought we're dating..?"

"i need some time..to think about it.."

ᴀʏᴀᴛᴏ
i reluctantly get off the bed, making sure not to drag thoma off as well. i made my way to the kitchen, whilst yawning. from my peripheral vision, i could see a basket filled with fruits. i know i haven't stocked up on anything, as ayaka usually does that for me. i rummage through the basket, cringing at the rotten ones. finally, i found an edible one. it was just a normal orange, but it looked good enough. i toss it over to thoma, who caught it just in time.

he stared at me, confused, while he examined the fruit. thoma laughed slightly, and then gave me that confused stare again.

"so, do i eat it?"

"if you're hungry, then yeah.."

ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀ
i lift the orange up. it's almost half the size of my face. still, it doesn't sound like ayato was joking when he asked me to eat this. i mean, the only time i've seen fruits were in movies. i never really knew people liked to eat them as a whole. i do eat the basics, like apples and bananas. i gulped, as i shoved the entire orange into my mouth. i cough, followed by a few gasps that sounded like i was choking. i couldn't even breathe properly in that moment. it was just me, naked on a bed, whilst choking on an orange.

"thoma...?" ayato called out.

he immediately rushed to my side, placing his fists on my abdominal. he thrusts slightly, then pushes harder. i know he's trying to save me from choking, but i .. got hard. even worse, i was naked. i wish you could see the shock on ayato's face when it hardened, followed by a cunning grin. that's not important. what is, is that the orange had been coughed up, finally allowing me to breathe. i fall to my knees, hardwood floors in contact with my legs. thank goodness for blankets, because i was able to snatch one to cover my boner. although ayato had been inside me, it still feels weird to be naked around him. i'm surprised ayato didn't force the blanket off me. in my other relationships, my body belongs to them. so if they're horny, i need to satisfy them. i really thought that was love- well until, ayato came into my life. from that night when i threw up, to the time i was sick, to pretending to be my boyfriend, and ... today.

fuck, i'm really in love, am i ?

(ah, this is coming to an end soon. i hope to not exceed 20 chapters)