A Pile of Soramafu/Mafusora Stories

[Mafusora] He and Him, Together

Hello, it's me again. Sorry for waiting (is there anyone waiting for this-), but also thanks a lot for waiting!

Yes, this is Mafusora. In other words: bottom Soraru.

This one is rather long. Over than 2500 words, just a random peaceful story without any intense plot-
Not to mention, the appearance of probably long paragraphs (?).

Warning:
Nsfw contents, mentioned smut scene in this chapter

With that
I think I should change the rating of this book.
I'm really sorry for this sudden change, and to them who don't like nsfw contets, I'm really sorry.

Then, eat up-
Happy reading!

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When Mafumafu woke up that morning, the first thing he saw was Soraru.

His lover was still in deep slumber, undressed just like how Mafu was. The male's breaths were steady, looking it giving Mafu pleasant feels.

The albino tried to observe Soraru's face more. The shape of his chin, lightly opened red ripe lips, his pale skin with chubby cheeks, and the male’s long, pretty eyelashes, they looked astonishing with the owner’s peaceful sleeping face.

He looks adorable, just like a beautiful fragile masterpiece that Mafu has to protect properly. And Mafu surely desires to treasure the male in front of him, flawlessly, putting him every time in such bliss.

Mafumafu would never get enough to adore his lover every day. And now, like how it was always, he found himself smiled warmly in comfy. Cheeks tinted with faint red, eyes glistening with longing, love. Such a comfortable feel of smiling.

Since he fell to this male, especially when Soraru became his lover, Mafumafu never knew that smiling could feel this warm. A new feels of warmth he first experienced by loving Soraru. He definitely likes it how loving Soraru always bring him to find something new, both bad and good, sad and happy, giving more means to his life.

He would only become to fall deeper to this male, for his being always taught Mafu something important. Mafu's hand unconsciously lifted up thinking them. He wanted to cares Soraru's hair, he wanted to touch his beloved boyfriend. Yet at second thought, Mafu did not want to wake the male up, he afraid he would.

So Mafu pulled back and stayed there, not making even an inch movement, silently adoring the lover beneath the blanket beside him.

Last night, they made love for the first time after over a month became a couple. Mafu felt his cheeks reddened, remembering how they went wild last night, having round and rounds of sex that counted as a lot for a first time.

Though he had no regret after doing it, regardless of how embarrassed he was by merely recalled the event.

He would remember for forever how adorable, wanton his lover was. How Soraru flushed red, begging and permitting Mafu to give him more, drooling over him. Mafu was surprised to find a new side from his lover. The honest, demanding side his lover had when they made love. When Soraru reached out to pull him closer by his neck, whispering and gasped to his ear how good he felt, how he wanted more. He was all lewd and cute the first time they did it. It was like the male become a drunkard by sex, Mafu was pleased to see that side of Soraru.

Though, his stubborn, rough; in other words, tsundere attitude did not fully melted away. Like, when— to be honest, the albino male did not want to remember this one the most, but it was just extremely exciting and unforgettable, how when Mafu giving Soraru dirty talks during their way chasing orgasm, earning louder moans from the older, Soraru would screamed, protested in embarrassment and yelled at him to stop saying such shameful sentences.