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(A/N) I am so sorry for making this.
Discreetly, I checked my phone under the table. It'd been about 20 minutes since Karamatsu had excused himself to go check on something. Naturally, I began to worry. Only Chibita, the stand's owner, asked,
"Hey, so what happened to Karamatsu?"
"s'Probably off venting about something to a pigeon," Osomatsu mumbled. Most of the brothers were already red in the face from all the beer they'd been drinking. I neglected to join them, (as much as I was tempted) and kept myself busy by speaking with the only logical brother I could find, Choromatsu.
"Should I go look for him?" I asked, glancing at the green Matsu. He hiccuped,
"I think so. Just to make sure- hic! -he's okay." I nodded and got up before Chibita started arguing with Osomatsu. I could hear them yelling at each other, even from down the road. I turned a corner and peered around the alleyways. The dread started setting in, there in the silence. Where could he have gone? He'd never just disappear like that unless he absolutely needed to! As I walked I suddenly heard a familiar voice. My feet froze beneath me before I could react, and I almost tripped. My head spun around, and I cupped my hands over my ears, hoping to maybe hear it again. It succeeded. I ran down a completely deserted alleyway. The only thing there was that remained were empty, musty dumpsters, as well as the occasional stray cat.
My feet carried me over a dumpster, and I flew over it, landing on my knees with a thud. It didn't even hurt. He was close, and that's what mattered. I looked around and suddenly realized...
What if he didn't want me to find him? Would I be interrupting something? Was something happening? he obviously didn't want to be found. Was he actually venting to a pigeon instead of me? And why would I be jealous of a pigeon? I took a deep breath, hearing his voice again.
The next obstacle over and he'd be right there. It was only now that I could hear him clearly. And I almost couldn't believe my ears.
On the other side, my dear, supposedly innocent friend was moaning my name and rubbing himself through his jeans, shaking with pleasure. Quickly, I stole a glimpse. In shock, my eyes widened as I realized he was pressed against a wall, arching his back. A blushing mess. My face burned as well, and I could only assume that I looked like a cherry-red Christmas light.
This was why he had to leave.
I'd done this to him. The mere fact made me tremble with satisfaction. And made my stomach turn with guilt. His expression was priceless. I could hardly believe how adorable he'd looked, weak with lust, reaching his limit. The sound of his noises shook me to the core. I could scarcely believe he was capable of something so sinful. My ears burned as he whined my name and various other things that drove me wild with need.
This was why I had to leave.
I decided to turn tail, as much as I wanted to confront him. But he'd be terrified. Embarrassed out of his mind, even.
Another time perhaps.
-
"Your nice friend can come back anytime. She's okay in my book." Declared the stout stand-keeper. I smiled and thanked him for the great meal, declaring this was absolutely some of the best food I'd had. The best that existed in the universe, I'd exaggerated. He scoffed at the comment but had to turn away from a moment after mumbling through an arm to cover his face.
"Mmmhm," Osomatsu replied, drowsily delayed. Jyushimatsu picked him up and hauled him onto his back effortlessly, keeping his wide smile, as I helped Ichimatsu out of his seat. Todo and Choro dragged him on the floor, but he didn't seem to mind. This must have been a routine thing with how calm they all were about it. Back in America, it'd be absolutely hysterical if any of my teen-year friends back home ended up this punch drunk. Which was why I had to resist bursting into laughter at the sight.
Kara had come back a few minutes after I'd checked on him earlier, and he looked unbelievably guilty for the remaining hour. And he still looked to be at war with himself as we left. All pouting, nervous, and keeping his hands in his pockets. I sighed as we walked back. He decided that he'd just take me home and join them later. The house was within our view by now, though we still had a long way to walk.
He kept his hands in his pockets even after I'd locked my arm with his. We remained quiet, only the clack of our feet against the broken pavement breaking the silence every millisecond.
"Are you okay?" I said softly, partly knowing the answer.
"I'm alright. Are you doing okay?" He returned, keeping his eyes ahead.
"Just a little worried."
He glanced at me questioningly.
"What about?"
"You. You've... You've been kinda distant today." He suddenly looked regretful. The sight tugged at my heart-strings relentlessly. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, keeping my tone soft. The man found some comfort in my warmth and pressed against me a little as we walked. A sort of way of showing he was fine. I returned the favor, nudging my head gently against his face.
He shook his head after a moment, and sighed, "Not really. I may say too much."
"You can say whatever you want to me. And whatever you don't want." I replied, "So if you don't want to talk, then you don't have to say anything, but if you really want to say something then you can say that. So what I'm trying to say is-," I paused, realizing I was just repeating myself. He laughed a little, and said,
"I get it." We stopped at my front porch, and he opened the door for me after I unlocked the door. He and I shared a quiet hug. Kara finally let his hands out of his pockets and ran his hands down my back gentle as ever. I returned the favor, pausing to rub my face against his neck. When he pulled away, I quickly grabbed his arms, and let my gaze fall on them slowly. He winced at my touch, suddenly frightened that I'd notice something, but never pulled out of my grasp. Afraid I'd be scared of his sudden harshness.
My tiredly half-lidded gaze drifted to his face, painfully slowly. He stared back, ruby red with embarrassment. I had an idea. Without a word, I disinterestedly inspected his hands, and he shut his eyes. This sinful man was no fool. He knew what I knew. He knew that I knew. But he didn't anticipate me to innocently bring them up to my face and kiss them, lingering a bit more than I should have. His skin was smooth against my lips.Karamatsu suppressed a tremor of shocked shivers as I did. I chuckled under my breath, tasting my now faintly salty-sweet lips.
He was rooted to the spot.
"This was fun. I'll see you tomorrow, I hope." I murmured with a smile. Kara gulped and nodded, his mouth opening slightly though no words came out.
