[AllTakemichi] Control

Chapter 70

Hot, lingering kisses - fierce yet impossibly gentle - leave trails of warmth along his neck and collarbone before continuing lower, branding their desire across his chest, where his heart pounds wildly beneath them.

His mind drifts in a hazy fog.

Sweat dampens his body. Every touch carries the scorching heat of those large, rough hands, making him feel strangely unfamiliar with himself. Something inside him grows greedy. He wants more - more touches, more of that warmth.

Takemichi can't control himself.

This intense, burning, untamed feeling is desire.

That person holds him close, longs for him, is utterly consumed by him. Skin brushes against skin. Deep, passionate kisses taste sweeter than any candy he has ever had. The sensation of soft lips and tongues entwining makes him feel as if he's melting within those warm arms.

At this moment, Takemichi only wants to sink deeper into those feelings.

He doesn't have to think about anything anymore.

No worries linger.

There is only the comfort of being cherished, only the sweetness lingering on his lips, only that tingling, dizzying sensation - as though he's floating high above the clouds.

After all, how many people can truly resist the allure of forbidden fruit?

This is still better than hurting himself.

Curling up in someone else's warmth is still better than carrying those wounds alone.

"Takemitchy... I love you."

That low, gentle voice echoes through his dream, carrying both love and despair.

Takemichi slowly opens his eyes.

He has no idea how long he's been asleep, nor does he clearly remember what happened. His head throbs, heavy and sluggish. It takes him a while to regain his bearings and become aware of his surroundings.

Then he realizes he's drunk.

But how the hell did he even get drunk?

And apparently... he just dreamed about something.

Takemichi slaps his own cheek, trying to wake himself up completely. Yet the dream still feels unbelievably real.

I've lost it.

Oh my God.

What the hell was that?!

Now it's just him alone in Draken's room. After fumbling around for a while, Takemichi finally finds his phone. The moment he checks the time, panic shoots through him.

He comes to Draken's place in the morning, and now it's already three in the afternoon.

While he's still trying to process that, the door opens. Seeing that he's awake, Draken lets out a quiet sigh before speaking.

"So the idiot's finally awake? I thought you'd sleep till evening."

"I... why the hell am I that drunk?"

"Can't really blame you. Those women were messing with you. What you drank was fruit wine. It tastes sweet, but if you've got a low alcohol tolerance, it'll knock you flat in no time. Seriously, though, you finished the whole bottle and never even noticed the alcohol? You're hopeless."

Takemichi squints, groggily trying to absorb the information.

Wait... so they were messing with him for no reason? And why get him drunk in the first place? What exactly do they gain from tricking him into drinking that stuff? Completely baffled, Takemichi fails to notice Draken's gaze lingering on him.