Haruki was like a kid throwing a tantrum due to being unable to play with his toy. He barely succeeded in sitting up as Haruki pressed his hand against his chest until he was back to his original position.
Desire, that was all Haruki felt like that night in the restroom but this time he wanted to be satisfied and the gaze in his dark eyes was enough information to the doctor whose hand slid up from Haruki's knees buried in the beddings to his waist.
The fabric of the pajamas feeling like the most unwanted item in their world. Hiroshi's hands skillfully slide under the pajamas shirt to the smooth warm tight abdomen of the man on his body.
His finger slide over the muscles of Haruki's abdomen casually going over a few scars before his fingers got to their target. Without hesitation, his fingers pressed on Haruki's nipples earning a gentle moan from the beautiful man.
