Hayate Igarashi is a Tokyo rich kid who finds life extraordinarily boring, that is until his attention is gripped by the angel-faced Touma Kirigaya who ebbs him every time he looks at him. Why can's he forget about Touma?
Not only that, but one nig...
"Can I see it?" Makoto asked. Satoru raised a brow at him as he rubbed his head with a towel. He smelled like a clean shower. They were inside Makoto's bedroom. Makoto sat on the bed, leaning on the palms of his hands. He was shirtless. "The katana," Makoto said, "Show it to me."
Satoru cringed. "I don't want to."
Makoto reached out, touching his arm. He pulled Satoru closer, so he stood in front of him, knees touching knees. "Come on." Makoto traced soft lines on Satoru's bare skin. "Please."
Satoru only stared at him. He wasn't wearing his glasses. Without them, his vision was blurry. His hair was still wet. Droplets of water still dripped onto his shoulders. The way Makoto touched him was ever gentle. His hands snaked around to Satoru's waist. The towel dropped.
Satoru found himself sitting on Makoto's lap. The latter placed a kiss on his neck. On his shoulder. On his chest.
"We just..." before he finished Makoto kissed him. He was a good kisser. The kiss made him ache down below. Satoru put his hands on Makoto's shoulders.
Makoto pulled away slightly, "Please. I want to see it."
Satoru shuddered. "All right."
He pulled away, staying on Makoto's lap. He spread out his palm. The weapon appeared.
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Makoto touched it, tracing the line of the blade with his fingertips.
"They're supposed to mimic the appearance of our souls."
"It's beautiful." Makoto met Satoru's eyes. "You said this is your second life." Satoru nodded. "That woman..."
"Kaguya."
"Yes, Kaguya. Were you two together in your past life?"
Satoru sighed. "I told you it was just sex."
"I know. I know. I'm just curious how it started." Satoru pursed his lips. "Tell me."
"There was a man." Satoru was thankful that he couldn't completely make out Makoto's expressions. "He was my best friend. I was in love with him, but he loved her. Before he died he made me promise to protect her." Satoru rubbed his eyes. "I don't think I did it very well, though."
"Why do you think that?"
"She got heavily depressed after he died. I don't think she ever came out of it."
"You know it wasn't your fault, right?"
Satoru shook his head. "Yes, I know. I just wish I were better."
"It sounds like you never lived for yourself."
Satoru shook his head. "It was a different time."
Makoto pursed his lips. He shook his head. "That doesn't make it right." He handed the katana back to Satoru. "Thanks for indulging me." His hands moved down, wrapping around the base of Satoru's penis. Satoru pushed his lips into a line, supressing the moan from his throat. The katana disintegrated.
