𝓑𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝓟𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊 𐬹 𝓫𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝓵𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓔𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ★ 𝓬𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝓬𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

"Nagi get off me!"

"No"

"Nagi, amigo please I can't breathe!"

"tough"

"Hey Nagi maybe you should-"

"Back off Reo, you've had your cuddle time now it's my turn"

If you had asked Akira how he got himself into this situation he would have said he had no idea, one moment he was peacefully listening to his music while lounging on his bed, the next he found himself ambushed between two familiar-looking teens who both demanded attention in the form of cuddles.

Now here he was being passed between the two every ten minutes, not that he minded in the beginning but he now wanted to break free which was currently proving impossible. "I'm hungry!" Akira whined as he wriggled in Nagi's grip, which remained unwavering as the bronzed teen remained smushed into his chest head resting in the crook of his neck, while the white-haired teen tapped away at his game paying no mind to the captive in his arms.

Huffing in defeat the curly-haired teen accepted his fate and sunk into the white-haired teen. "Can you at least teach me how to play your game?" Nagi perked at the idea, loosening his grip ever so slightly the lazy teen adjusted their position to his liking, the two now sat up with Nagi propped against the wall while Akira sat caged between his legs.

Handing his phone to the bronzed teen, leaning forward personal space was now nonexistent as the white-haired boy explained the controls and how the game worked. Nagi couldn't help but sniff the inviting scent of honey and vanilla that invaded his senses, so inviting and warm. Oh, how he could have basked in it forever.

As Akira happily tapped away at the game, eyes fixated on the screen with little regard to what was going on around him. Nagi let his hands travel south, sneaking their way under the curly-haired's shirt who was none the wiser as to what was going on.

Nagi's hands stayed there, gently pressed against the teen's toned stomach relishing in the warmth his bare skin provided him. 'this must be what paradise is like' the white-haired teen thought, as this situation had panned out better than any dream he could have imagined. The two of them, skin on skin, indulging in each other's company far removed from everyone else in the room, what a beautifully peaceful moment this was.

"porra! I died" Akira pouted looking up to Nagi who hummed, before resetting the game for him. While the curly-haired teen jumped right back into playing, the white-haired teen decided to be bold allowing his hands to drip into the waistband of the bronzed teen's shorts but not into his underwear, allowing himself to feel around his prominent v-line and slim waist.