His back arched with an involuntary surge of pleasure.Kaito leaned in and kissed his neck, just under the earlobe. Gay sex About seventeen centimeters. He rested his head on Kaito’s shoulder, like he was seeking warmth more than comfort. The skin glided easily, slick with desire. The pressure under the pants confirmed it all.”Are you comfortable like this?” Kaito whispered, eyes still on the TV.”I’m more than comfortable,” Haru answered, his voice lower than he expected.Their touches were slow, restrained, as if they didn’t want to break the spell in the room. The scene blended with the murmur of the rain.Little by little, Haru brought his hand to Kaito’s crotch as well. Beside him, Kaito did the same—but his hand didn’t stay still. Haru found peace in Kaito’s calmness, even if he never said it out loud.That Sunday afternoon, it was raining. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. They leave space,” Kaito replied, not moving.”Space for what?””For what’s not said.”Haru smiled to himself. His hand seemed to understand what Haru couldn’t yet put into words. He didn’t move. Kaito pressed gently, tracing the outline of Haru’s cock through the fabric.
