"Soraru-san," Mafumafu begins, after they're done. Soraru grunts in acknowledgment, nuzzling into the back of Mafumafu's neck and tightening his grip around the other's waist. Bare skin clings to bare skin, their lower torsos hidden under the bedsheets, legs tangled together.
"I don't want to do this anymore."
Soraru stiffens, but doesn't make any moves to remove himself from the other's bed. "Why?"
"...I just don't."
A thousand words clog up in this throat. He doesn't want this to end. He wants Mafumafu to stay. He's enjoyed this. He wants more.
"...If that's what you want," he ends up saying, though the words practically cut his lips and wreak havoc in this throat on the way out. He begins to move away from Mafumafu, only to have the man stop him.
"...You can stay for tonight."
There's a pause.
"Alright," he replies, settling back down under the covers.
When he wakes up, Mafumafu's already left his apartment. A note rests on his clothes, folded somewhat clumsily on the foot of the bed.
Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
here and there
Romanceafter it happens the first time, it's as if it was impossible to stop. (in which soraru falls in love.) (there's smut)
