Yuki lay in bed, drowning in the soft folds of his pink and white comforter, clutching the comically oversized white teddy bear to his chest—a ridiculous prize that Shin had won for him at the amusement park weeks ago. The thing was almost the size of his entire body, fluffy and dumb and perfect, and it smelled faintly of vanilla and Shin.
The room was quiet. Too quiet. His small fingers curled around the teddy bear's plush arm as he squirmed underneath the sheets, unable to stay still. The faint pitter-patter of his restless feet under the covers gave away the storm brewing in his heart.
He wore his favorite hoodie—the one with the soft cat ears on top that flopped down when he moved—and a tiny pair of dark blue shorts that barely reached mid-thigh. The hoodie was slightly oversized, the sleeves covering his small hands, but it made him feel safe… and adorable. His snowy white hair framed his delicate, porcelain-like face. Blue eyes glittered in the low light, reflecting the nervous excitement and heavy anticipation brewing inside.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow he was going to confess.
Am I really going to do it? Tell him?
His heart thumped loudly, nearly drowning his thoughts. He pressed the teddy bear tighter against his chest, his slender legs rubbing together anxiously. Shin's face swam through his mind—his calm smile, his warm voice, the way he ruffled his hair so gently sometimes, like Yuki was made of glass.
But that warmth… didn't belong to him alone.
Ai… his sister…
Yuki's stomach turned with jealousy and fear. He had seen them. The way they touched, the way they looked at each other. The intimacy between them was too real to ignore.
She's everything. Beautiful. Bold. She gets to be with him like that... and I… I'm just—
His breath hitched. His slim thighs pressed tighter together. He buried his face in the bear's soft fur.
Even if I have to share him… even if I'm second… I don't care.
He rolled onto his back, the ceiling light dim and golden, barely illuminating the photo stand on his bedside table. His phone sat on it, screen aglow. He had been staring at Shin's picture for the last hour.
A candid shot. Shin smiling gently, slightly looking away, his hair tousled by the wind.
Yuki reached over with a trembling hand and tapped the screen, making it brighter. Shin's face lit up his entire room… and his heart.
"…Shin…" he whispered, voice soft and breathy, eyes misty.
He bit his bottom lip, staring, completely lost in the image. His chest tightened painfully.
Then—
A tingle.
A twitch.
A sudden spark in his shorts that made him gasp softly.
"…Ah…"
His hand slipped down without thinking, resting lightly on the thin fabric stretched over his small bulge. The twitch came again—hot, needy, insistent.
I shouldn't…
But the thought of Shin smiling at him—only him—set fire to his chest. His eyes fluttered closed.
Even if it's wrong… I want him. I want to be his.
He slowly peeled the waistband of his shorts down, just enough for his flushed, twitching length to spring free. It was small and sensitive, and already leaking just from the overwhelming emotion.
He sat up, propping his phone upright on the stand and switched the screen to a video—one he had secretly recorded during one of their outings. Shin, laughing. Shin, talking. Shin, looking into the camera and saying his name.
"Yuki, you're always so cute. You better not fall for me, you know?"
Yuki's breath caught in his throat. His hips gave a slight jerk.
"I did…" he whispered. "I already did…"
His hand wrapped around his cock gently, his fingers trembling with every slow stroke. A tiny moan slipped past his lips.
"Shin… Shin…"
He arched his back slightly, the hoodie riding up to expose his smooth stomach. With his free hand, he pushed the fabric aside and began playing with his nipples through the thin material. He was so sensitive there—it made his knees weak just to touch.
"Mmh…!"
His cheeks were flushed red, eyes half-lidded and glassy as he pumped his cock slowly, watching Shin's video. He spread his legs a bit more, back against the pillows, the motion making the cat ears on his hood flop forward adorably.
"I love you… I love you…"
The words came out in gasps, moans, whimpers.
His fingers teased his nipples harder now, twisting, pinching. His breaths grew quicker, his thighs shaking.
He imagined Shin leaning over him, whispering into his ear.
"You're mine, Yuki… My cute little secret."
"Y-Yes… I wanna be yours… just yours…"
He was close now—too close. His body curled forward, hips bucking into his fist as his vision blurred.
"Shin! Shin!"
The climax hit him hard.
He came with a soft cry, warm spurts splashing over his stomach and hand. His whole body trembled, curling around the teddy bear for dear life.
His breathing came in short, quick pants.
"…hah… haah… Shiiin…"
The phone screen dimmed slowly, but Shin's face remained in his heart.
Yuki smiled weakly, even as tears welled in his eyes.
"I love you… even if you never love me back… please… just let me stay close…"
The room was still warm with the afterglow. Yuki lay sprawled across his bed, the oversized teddy bear cradling him like a lover. His small chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, the faint scent of his release lingering in the air. His fingers, now limp and sticky, rested over his bare stomach, still twitching slightly with the echo of pleasure.
But he didn't feel sleepy.
In fact, his brain was suddenly far too active.
He stared at the ceiling with wide, glimmering eyes. The thoughts were coming fast now—bold, shameless, and a little terrifying.
What if he says yes…?
What if I confess tomorrow and he actually says… yes?
His heart skipped. The thought was ridiculous. Unbelievable. But it also wasn't impossible.
Shin has kissed his sister. More than kissed her… done things I can't even imagine—well, okay, maybe I can imagine them—but… still…
Yuki bit his lower lip, squirming again under the comforter. The warmth between his thighs hadn't entirely disappeared. If anything, the new thoughts were making it bubble up again.
If we date…
We'll go on walks. He'll hold my hand.
He'll call me cute. He already does… but this time it'll be different.
He'll kiss me…
His cheeks flushed deep pink.
And then maybe… we'll do other things.
The idea made him bury his face in the teddy bear again.
I'd have to be the bottom, wouldn't I…?
He gave a tiny whimper.
"Ughh… pervert…" he mumbled into the plush fur. "You big, stupid pervert, Shin… making me think about this stuff…"
His voice was half-accusation, half-daydream. His body responded again to the thought, and he let out a shuddering breath. His thighs rubbed together under the sheets.
Would it… hurt?
Yuki had never seriously thought about that part. He had fantasies, sure—shy, blurry ones—but never gone past the fluttery images. But now, after everything tonight, after touching himself while staring at Shin's face, the idea felt dangerously close. Real.
His small fingers drifted downward, not quite as bold this time, tracing gently over his inner thighs. The thought of doing it with Shin… of being taken by him… of giving himself completely—
"Ughhhh!" he groaned, kicking the sheets off in frustration, face completely red. "I'm such a pervert!"
The teddy bear remained silent.
Yuki glared at it.
"…This is all your fault too, you know. You and your dumb, fluffy smugness. You were there when he won you. He smiled at me. I still remember…"
He paused. Then looked around. No one was watching.
A strange combination of anxiety and curiosity stirred inside him.
Just… a little… I want to know what it would feel like. Not… not anything too much. Just touch. Just…
His hand slipped behind him slowly. His breath caught. Even just reaching back made his heart beat faster. His hoodie fell over one shoulder, and his bare legs trembled slightly.
The tip of one finger brushed across the soft curve of his buttock, then cautiously lower. His entire body tensed.
I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm such a freak. But I want to know. I want to be ready… if he wants me.
He shifted on the bed, lying more on his side, knees drawn up slightly. It felt safer like this—less exposed, somehow. His finger returned, this time slower, more deliberate. He found the tight ring of muscle, untouched and trembling with anticipation.
A tiny, shocked breath escaped him as he gently circled the area, his skin hot to the touch. He couldn't even describe the feeling—somewhere between ticklish and forbidden, like a ghost of a kiss in a place he wasn't meant to think about.
His hips gave a slight twitch, and he froze.
"Nope. No. I'm not doing this. I'm not—"
His finger lingered.
"…Maybe just… just one finger. Just a little pressure. Just to know."
He blamed Shin again, whispering the boy's name like a curse and a prayer.
"This is your fault… your big stupid fault…"
Slowly, almost reverently, he pushed just enough to feel resistance. His whole body went rigid. He didn't go further. Didn't dare. But even that light push made his face heat up like a kettle.
He let out a tiny whimper, pulling his hand back and burying it into the sheets.
"That's enough. That's… that's way too much already…"
He lay there panting, the heat still burning under his skin, thighs pressed tight again.
Would Shin be gentle with me?
Would he kiss me while he…?
The fantasies returned stronger, and with them a strange kind of shameful excitement.
He looked at the bear.
"You're the only one who saw… you better keep it secret, okay?" he whispered, voice small, almost playful. "If you tell Shin, I'll throw you out the window…"
He reached up and pulled his hoodie down to hide his face, ears poking through the top. The motion made him feel small. Embarrassed.
"I can't believe I'm like this…" he whispered. "I want him to love me. But I want him to touch me too… so badly…"
The video on his phone was still playing—Shin's voice in the background. Gentle. Laughing.
"Yuki…"
He looked up.
His eyes were glassy. His heart was loud.
"I'm gonna tell you tomorrow. I swear. And if you say yes…"
He smiled, soft and glowing, even as he trembled with nerves.
"…I'll be yours. All yours. Even if I have to share."
And with that final whisper, Yuki hugged the teddy bear close again, this time not to sleep—but to plan. To hope. To gather courage.
Tomorrow was the day.
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END OF CHAPTER : 107 : ALL MINE... PLEASE!
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