His eyes, with that hint of orange that reminded him of honey, gazed directly at his face, and Leon felt himself freeze instantly.
The scent coming off him was sweet, like cotton candy, and Leon could feel the pleasant warmth radiating from his body. Those delicate hands reached out, his slender frame bending slightly as he reached for the bottle of alcohol. The pretty man tilted his head just enough for his hair to shift as he turned toward Leon, and it was as if every small movement bewitched him, making his chest tighten.
Leon, a grown man who's almost in his thirties, felt his heart nearly stop when those sweet lips began to move.
"Keiji-san, do you want me to pour the wine? You've just been sitting there quietly without saying a word."
