Hiroshi's hand holding Haruki in an embrace pulled Haruki closer. The warmth of the man's body seeped through the light fabric of his pyjamas making him crave for more.
The bathroom air still clung to them, humid and heavy with the scent of soap and wet skin. Haruki leaned against the counter, lips curved in that infuriating smirk, eyes sharp as if daring Hiroshi to close the distance again.
Haruki sat on the counter his lips curved in that cool, practiced smirk that made even silence feel like a battlefield. As though daring Haruki to take the next step.
Hiroshi didn't hesitate. His palm pressed to Haruki's jaw, tilting his head up before their mouths collided once more. It was heated, hungry their lips sliding, parting, clashing in a storm that had been building for weeks. Haruki's fingers curled into Hiroshi's damp hair, yanking just enough to make him groan against his lips.
