Take Your Hands Off My Neck and Hold On To the Ghost Of My Body

Distraction

Muichiro kicked the door of his and Genya's room shut behind him.

Bringing Mitsuri and Iguro back had been tiring. Lots of explaining everything, more listening to them explain everything.

Everyone in the Butterfly mansion was relieved that they were mostly okay (Both had acquired a fair few cuts and scrapes), and they were overjoyed to have some more familiar faces around the place.

It seemed like hours before the two boys were able to go back to their room.

"Why the hell are you still acting depressed?"

He questioned Genya as soon as the door clicked closed.

"I'm not."

"Well you sure as hell look it."

Genya sighed, crashing down into the mess of pillows accumulating on Muichiro's bed.

"I'm being as happy as I can."

Muichiro landed right on top of him, and Genya gasped for air at the sudden weight on his chest.

"You need to take your mind off of him. You were fine like 2 days ago."

"I don't know how to take my mind off of him though."

Genya whined, wrapping his arms around the boy resting on top of him.

"Nothing's a good distraction!"

"I'm right here."

Muichiro planted a kiss on his lips. Genya turned bright red, looking strikingly similar to a tomato.

Despite the sickening displays of affection they had been sharing since Muichiro had arrived at the butterfly mansion, they were yet to have kissed since the New Years party, which had been months ago.

The moment Muichiro pulled away seconds later, Genya was covering his face with his hands.

"You can't just do that outta nowhere, I wasn't prepared!"

"Distraction successful?"

Genya shrugged.

"Dunno, you might have to do it again."

"Cheeky, aren't you?"

Muichiro smirked.

He leaned back down to kiss him again. This time it lasted for much longer than the last.

When they separated for air, Muichiro glanced at the door.

"If we're about to make out, we should probably lock that door."

"Right."

Genya choked out, beet red. Muichiro climbed off of him, allowing the older boy to get up and flick the lock on the door. Both of them would probably kill themselves if someone walked in.

When he was back on the bed, Muichiro pulled him in again.

Genya was still a blushing mess as he wrapped his arms around Muichiro's waist, pulling the younger boy onto his lap.

"I've never done this before, I'm going to be so shit at it."

He warned.

"Do you think I have either?"

Genya froze up.

"Haven't you? I assumed you had 'cause of all the girls in the corps that think your cute."

Getting bored of talk, Muichiro rested his head in the crook of Genya's neck.

"Unlike you, I am not a raging bisexual, and have no interest in girls."