Deep Breath: Chapter 2 - Part 6

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They left the park and walked until the amusement park lights were out of sight. Haruno felt some relief, realizing he had put some distance between himself and the blonde man.

“A lot happened today, but it was fun,” Yachi said, smiling contentedly like a cat that had just been fed. Haruno felt a mixture of relief and despair—relief that Yachi hadn’t found out, and despair at the realization that after five days of sightseeing in London, Yachi would return to Japan, leaving Haruno with nothing but foolish, giddy memories. Even if they stayed in touch, Haruno doubted he would ever get to call Yachi his boyfriend.

These thoughts haunted him on the train ride back. Though the late hour allowed them to find seats, Haruno was too lost in his thoughts to speak. Yachi sat beside him, their arms occasionally brushing against each other through their thick coats.

Closing his eyes, Haruno leaned his head against Yachi’s shoulder, pretending to sleep. This way, he could stay close without it seeming strange. Yachi wouldn’t push him away.

The train rattled on, and Haruno wished it would never reach their stop. As he retreated into a daydream of the train sinking deep into the earth, he let out a small sigh.

They arrived back at the flat after 10 PM. Yachi immediately sat down on the sofa, waiting for the central heating to kick in. The room was still as cold as the outside, so neither of them had taken off their coats yet.

Haruno went to the wine cellar and pulled out a bottle, opening it and pouring two glasses. He handed one to Yachi.

“Wine?”

“Alcohol warms you up faster,” Haruno explained.

“Ah, I see,” Yachi replied, taking a sip.

Haruno found himself wondering what would happen if he got Yachi drunk. If he could loosen Yachi’s inhibitions, maybe he could make a move. Perhaps, if the circumstances were right, Yachi might even confuse him for a woman... just this once.

In the end, it was nothing more than a fantasy. What if he made a move and Yachi pulled away? What if Yachi snapped back to his senses and distanced himself, or even left altogether? Yachi was already awkward just from seeing the contents of that side table drawer. It was clearly impossible.

The blue cheese Haruno had set out as a snack tingled sharply on his tongue.

"Will you join me again tomorrow?" Yachi asked innocently.

"Yes, I don't have any plans. Where would you like to go?" Haruno replied.

Yachi picked up the guidebook that was lying on the table and flipped through it.

"How about we take a bit of a trip to the Cotswolds? It might be nice to walk around the countryside for a change."

Haruno knew that the Cotswolds were famous for their quintessentially English rural landscapes and were a popular destination for Japanese tourists. Beyond that, he didn’t know much, but if Yachi wanted to go…

"It’s a bit far, so it'll take some time to get there. We'll have to wake up early," Haruno remarked.

The room had finally warmed up, so Yachi took off his coat. Something white fluttered to the floor near Haruno’s feet, but Yachi didn’t notice. Haruno bent down to pick it up and saw that it was a business card from a Japanese person. The name, "Mei," suggested it was a woman. The upper left corner had "Gakubunsha" printed on it, a publishing company known for practical books. Haruno couldn’t imagine what connection Yachi, who worked part-time at a bento shop, would have with an editor. It didn't make sense.

"You dropped this," Haruno said, handing the card back.

"Oh, sorry about that," Yachi apologized, reaching out, but Haruno hesitated.

"Who is this?"

"Probably someone from a publishing company," Yachi replied, tilting his head.

"You remember those two women who asked you to take their picture at the Tower of London? One of them, the one wearing the scarf, asked for my phone number. When I told her I didn’t have one, she gave me this card."

Haruno casually twirled the card between his fingers. "So, someone you’ll likely never see again."

"That might be true... But she did mention they were thinking of going to the Cotswolds tomorrow."

Haruno's fingers stopped. "Are you planning to meet up with them?"

"Of course not," Yachi chuckled. "The area is big, so unless we plan to meet, it’s unlikely."

Haruno resisted the urge to tear up the card and instead handed it back. Yachi slipped it into his coat pocket, which only served to irritate Haruno further. If he truly had no intention of seeing them again, why keep it? Was he planning to stay in touch back in Japan? Even if it was for work, what reason did that woman have to give Yachi her card? Clearly, she was interested in him.

"That woman with the business card might be interested in you," Haruno remarked, trying to sound casual. Yachi scratched the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

"She probably just spoke to me because I’m Japanese. Besides, she’s young enough to be my daughter."

"I think she’s in her thirties," Haruno pointed out, watching Yachi’s surprise.

"She may look young, but you can tell from her skin texture, and her fashion sense is outdated."

Haruno couldn't help but lace his words with a bit of malice toward his perceived rival.

"I can't really tell a woman's age, but she was pretty, wasn’t she?"

The word "pretty" grated on Haruno’s nerves. Finding someone attractive, even slightly, was a form of affection, however small. He downed the rest of his wine in one gulp.

"The Cotswolds are a bit far, so a bus or rental car is recommended. But since we don’t have a driver’s license, the bus it is. The guidebook says you can book a ticket on the day, but if we want to take our time, maybe we should stay overnight. We might be able to find a place with a room still available."

The longer they stayed, the more likely they were to run into those two women again. Was Yachi hoping for that? Had they made some sort of arrangement while Haruno was distracted by the other woman?

It was all just paranoia. Yachi was going to the Cotswolds with him. And if they stayed overnight… in a hotel, just the two of them… Haruno chuckled to himself. Would Yachi finally make a move on him?

If Yachi were staying with that woman, he would definitely make a move.

Haruno poured himself another generous glass of wine. He had already drunk half of it before realizing Yachi was watching him. Something in Yachi’s gaze unsettled him.

"Is there something you want to say to me?" Haruno asked.

"Aren’t you drinking a bit too much? You got sick from drinking too much yesterday, didn’t you?"

Haruno was drinking because he was angry. Angry that Yachi didn’t seem to care about him in that way, angry that he hadn’t thrown away the woman’s business card, angry that he had called her pretty, and angry that he was teasing the idea of possibly meeting up with them in the Cotswolds!

Without thinking, Haruno tossed the remaining wine from his glass into Yachi’s face.

"Whoa!" Yachi exclaimed, startled as he looked down.

"Oh, I’m sorry. My hand slipped," Haruno apologized with a cold tone. He grabbed a tissue box from the side of the table and approached Yachi, who reached out for the tissues, but Haruno lightly slapped his hand away. Yachi pulled back, surprised.

"It’s my fault, so I’ll clean it up," Haruno insisted, pulling out several tissues at once and dabbing at Yachi’s face.

"I can do it myself…" Yachi started, but Haruno snapped, "Just be quiet and close your eyes!"

Yachi obediently closed his eyes, and Haruno continued to wipe away the wine. The tissues absorbed the small amount of liquid, and no drops had seeped into Yachi's sweater.

Once the wine was cleaned up, Haruno straddled Yachi’s lap, making the couch creak loudly under their combined weight. Yachi’s tightly shut eyes opened. Haruno pressed the tissue to Yachi’s cheek, and Yachi closed his eyes again.

Haruno threw the tissues aside and placed his hands on Yachi’s shoulders. Yachi opened his eyes once more.

"What are you doing?" Yachi asked, staring up at him.

Haruno felt a lump in his throat, a sudden urge to cry. "I’m pretending to be a cat," he said, tossing out the first excuse that came to mind.

"A cat?"

"You remember the cat that used to sit on your lap? Back at your place..."

Yachi placed a hand on Haruno’s waist, causing his skin to prickle with goosebumps through the fabric. "I guess you don’t look much like a cat. Maybe you’re a bit drunk. It’s kind of funny, though," Yachi said, smiling.

Haruno felt a mix of sweetness and despair swirl inside him. If he were a woman, sitting on Yachi’s lap and leaning in close would be considered flirting. But because he wasn’t, he was just playing the role of a cat. Although, he reminded himself, he was the one who had brought up the comparison.

Laughter bubbled up from inside him. The emptiness he felt seemed to push out in the form of laughter, and he couldn’t stop.

"What’s so funny?" Yachi asked, confused.

Ignoring the man's voice, Haruno laughed until he was out of breath, expelling the remnants of laughter in fragments. When he finally looked at Yachi, he saw confusion in his eyes.

"Do you think I'll ever get to sleep with you, even just once before I die?" Haruno asked, his voice tinged with desperation. Then, he continued, "Or if I got down on my knees and begged you right here, would you give in?"

Yachi's lips, which had been slightly parted, pressed together in silence. It stretched on for what felt like an eternity.

"I don't really understand what you're trying to say, Haruno," Yachi finally replied.

How could he not understand, even after Haruno had laid bare his desire, his wish, his plea so clearly? Feeling a surge of frustration, Haruno grabbed Yachi's face with both hands, covering his ears, and kissed him without any preamble. Yachi's body stiffened as if shocked, and for a moment, Haruno thought he might be pushed away, but Yachi didn't resist.

Yachi's lips were dry and warm, and the heat radiating from them made Haruno's heart pound wildly. Worrying that he might be rejected, he gently nibbled on Yachi's lips. Yachi inhaled sharply, but he didn't pull away. Haruno took that as a good sign and continued to caress Yachi's lips with his own, over and over again.

Haruno's greedy tongue wanted more, to explore deeper. He thought he might get bitten, but even if that happened, he didn't care. He boldly pushed his tongue into Yachi's mouth.

"Mmm," Yachi softly grunted as Haruno explored his mouth, still faintly tasting of wine. He traced Yachi's teeth, then touched his tongue. Yachi's tongue responded tentatively, and the moment it did, Haruno recoiled in surprise.

Straddling Yachi's lap, Haruno stared down at him in disbelief. Not only had Yachi not resisted, but he had even responded. Was Yachi also drunk? Or maybe he thought it was okay because kissing a man wasn't much different from kissing a woman? But none of that mattered.

Haruno cupped Yachi's head and kissed him more fiercely, as if he were a starving stray cat, ravaging Yachi's mouth. His aggressive kiss made Yachi gasp like a fish out of water, and the saliva that he couldn't swallow trickled down his chin.

When Haruno finally pulled back, he slid off Yachi's lap and grabbed his right arm.

"I... uh..." Yachi stammered, trying to say something, but Haruno pushed him down onto the sofa.

"I'm..."

Ignoring whatever Yachi was about to say, Haruno straddled his thighs again. Yachi looked up at him, his eyes glistening like a frightened puppy's.

Haruno just wanted to do it. He wanted to take this man into himself before Yachi could change his mind. He reached for Yachi's belt and unfastened it without waiting for permission.

"Haruno, please—"

Haruno yanked down Yachi's pants and underwear to his thighs.

"Haruno!" Yachi's voice grew more desperate, but Haruno wasn't listening. He was too captivated by what he saw for the first time. He had imagined it countless times, but seeing it in reality, Yachi's was... perfect. It wasn't too long or too thick, just the right size and shape for Haruno’s preferences, with a beautiful color.

When Haruno touched it with his fingertips, Yachi's member twitched cutely. Haruno pressed it down against Yachi's stomach with his palm. For some men, that alone would have been enough to make them hard, but Yachi only stiffened slightly. Still, there was potential.

Haruno curled over like a cat and buried his face in Yachi's groin. He inhaled the scent of Yachi's pubic hair, nuzzled against it, and then slowly took Yachi into his mouth. Even though it wasn't fully erect yet, the mere fact that he was holding Yachi in his mouth made Haruno's entire body heat up.

Haruno used all his skills, licking, sucking, tracing the head with his tongue, and stroking the shaft with his lips.

As Haruno pleasured Yachi, he unbuttoned his own jeans. He had been aroused ever since he had straddled Yachi, and now, freed from the confines of his clothes, his own member sprang up.

As Haruno sucked on Yachi's cock, making lewd slurping noises, he began to stroke himself. It didn't take long before he came, spilling his semen into his hand while still holding Yachi in his mouth.

Haruno slid down his jeans to his knees and spread the semen over his own entrance, using it as a makeshift lubricant since he didn’t have any lotion. He knew he should use a condom, but he didn’t want to go to the bedroom to get one. He just wanted to be connected with Yachi as soon as possible.

After a while, Yachi finally grew hard under Haruno’s persistent licking and sucking. Haruno stripped off his jeans and got on all fours on the narrow sofa, aligning himself over Yachi.

He positioned himself so that Yachi's erection was lined up with his entrance, ready to lower himself onto it. The anticipation made his heart race.

But just as he was about to descend, he felt something touch his rear, causing him to freeze. Looking down, he saw Yachi’s right hand on his buttocks, pressing against his groin. It wasn't an affectionate touch—it was a clear physical barrier preventing him from going any further.

Haruno had slept with countless men, but this was the first time someone had stopped him like this. Yachi's hand wasn't cold, but its warm presence sent a wave of fear through Haruno's body.

For the first time, he looked down at the man he was about to sleep with. There was no trace of sexual desire on Yachi’s face, only confusion.

Haruno had assumed Yachi’s lack of resistance meant acceptance, but now he realized that Yachi might have just been enduring it. Maybe Yachi had been trying to find a way to tolerate it, and at the last moment, he couldn’t.

The only way Haruno could interpret that hand stopping him was that he hadn’t been accepted after all—that Yachi had been enduring, not accepting. And that realization made Haruno feel pathetic, like a desperate cat in heat, eager to pounce, only to be rejected.

"I'm sorry, I just—"

Haruno didn’t let Yachi finish. He had already understood. Yachi didn’t want this.

Haruno jumped off the sofa, his jeans still tangled around his legs, causing him to stumble and crash headfirst into the coffee table. The leftover bottle of wine and glasses clattered to the floor with an unpleasant noise.

"Are you okay?" Yachi asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but Haruno slapped his hand away. He bent over and ran into the bedroom, diving under the sheets. Tears streamed down his face as he buried himself in the bedding. The erection he had been so proud of moments ago now wilted like a dying flower.

If Yachi hadn’t wanted this, why hadn’t he refused from the start? No matter how forceful Haruno had been, if Yachi had resisted, they wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

Yachi had been as passive as a rabbit, not resisting anything. If he hadn’t wanted it, he could have avoided getting hard, but he did, giving Haruno hope that maybe, just maybe, Yachi was okay with it.

But it was all a lie. Everything was a disaster. By morning, Haruno wished he could disappear like a bubble. His entire body felt like it was burning, the pain squeezing his heart until it leaked out as tears.

Haruno brought a wad of tissues from the bedside into the sheets, pressing them against his face. But soon, they were soaked with tears and snot. His relationship with Yachi was over. Yachi would probably never want to be alone with him again. Even if he returned to Japan, he might not be welcomed at that old house again. But more than that, Haruno himself didn’t want to continue. He didn’t want to keep showing this pathetic side of himself.

More tears came. It was just a story of one straight guy who wasn’t into it. The only reason it hurt so much was because he had been attached to Yachi for so long. But the fact that years of feelings had led to this made him want to die.

He wished for an asteroid or something to crash into Earth and end everything. He wanted both Yachi and himself to disappear together. Tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that... he would carry this feeling with him. He hated the idea of enduring that time. He wished he could lose his memory.

The sound of a knock on the door made Haruno’s heart almost stop. What could Yachi possibly want now? What was he going to say? Maybe something to emphasize that it was physically impossible for him? Haruno definitely didn’t want to hear that.

“Haruno,” Yachi’s voice called out, making Haruno feel like crying again. He covered his ears with his hands under the sheets.

“Can I come in?”

“...No,” Haruno replied in a trembling voice. Even though he had said no, he heard the door open and gasped. The creaking of the floorboards told him Yachi was coming closer.

“Are you okay?” Yachi’s voice came through the sheets. What was he asking? Was he checking if Haruno was devastated because they couldn’t have sex? If that was the case, this was a cruel farce. Laughter and tears bubbled up inside him at the same time.

“Can we talk?” Yachi asked.

In this situation, what was there left to say?

“I’d like to see your face while we talk.”

Haruno didn’t want to see Yachi’s face at all. When he stayed silent, Yachi also fell quiet. But he didn’t leave. His presence lingered.

“Please leave,” Haruno muttered in a low growl.

“I’d like you to listen to me.”

“I don’t have anything to say!” Haruno’s angry voice was muffled and hot inside the sheets.

“I think we need to talk,” Yachi insisted. Haruno felt something touch his shoulder through the sheets, then it slid down to his side. Yachi was rubbing his back through the blanket, comforting him—or maybe just pitying him.

Haruno, foolishly, clung to a sliver of hope. If Yachi was touching him like this, maybe he didn’t completely hate him. Maybe they could go back to talking like before and repair their relationship. But what would be the point? He wasn’t going to sleep with Yachi, wasn’t going to become his lover, no matter what.

“Haruno,” Yachi’s voice wavered as if trying to steady itself.

“Please show me your face.”

Haruno didn’t want to show his face. But... if he didn’t, this might really be the end. If he ignored Yachi’s attempt to reach out now, there might not be another chance. As much as he hated showing how pathetic he was, he didn’t want this to be the end. Haruno wiped his eyes and nose with the tissues he had brought into the sheets, then slowly sat up.

From the bed, he could only see Yachi’s waist, unable to muster the courage to look him in the face. He clenched the sheets in his fists and stared at his hands.

“I’m sorry for stopping things earlier,” Yachi apologized.

Haruno didn’t want to think about what Yachi meant by that apology. He didn’t want to imagine Yachi saying it was just impossible for him to go through with it, or that he didn’t like men.

“I just... couldn’t stop thinking about something. Haruno, aren’t you curious about how I feel about you?” Yachi asked quietly.

Still looking down, Haruno responded, “What do you mean?”

“Before we did anything physical, wouldn’t it have been better to talk about our feelings?”

“There’s nothing to discuss. You refused me because you didn’t want it,” Haruno said flatly.

After a long pause, Yachi muttered, “...I didn’t hate it.”

Haruno’s eyes widened in surprise, though he kept his gaze down.

“You told me you liked me, but I didn’t really understand what it meant for two men to be in a relationship,” Yachi continued, speaking slowly. “I didn’t understand, but I tried to imagine it. I’m not very experienced with women either, so I’m not that confident. But I feel like there’s not much difference between a relationship with a man or a woman.”

The floor creaked, and Haruno could tell that Yachi had knelt down beside the bed. Reflexively, Haruno turned his face away, but then Yachi’s hand covered his own, and he gasped.

“I think you’re a good person, Haruno. You’re kind, and I can see how much you care about me. It might be inappropriate to say this about a man, but I find you cute. So I thought maybe it would be okay to sleep with you. But I wasn’t sure if rushing into a physical relationship was the right thing to do,” Yachi explained.

Haruno laughed bitterly.

“Who decides what’s right or wrong?” he asked.

Yachi didn’t have an answer.

“There’s no such thing as a rule for this,” Haruno said, voice tinged with frustration. “Everyone has their own standards, but they’re invisible to others. If you decide that our relationship isn’t right, then that’s the end of it.”

“But at least I want to try to do what feels right to me,” Yachi said quietly.

“It’s just sex,” Haruno snapped, brushing Yachi’s hand away roughly.

“It’s important to feel good about what you’re doing. At least, I want to,” Yachi replied softly.

Haruno pulled his knees up to his chest and sat on the bed. For the first time since he had retreated to the bedroom, he looked at Yachi’s face. Even in this situation, Yachi’s slightly messy hair and his expression had a certain allure. That realization only made Haruno angrier.

So he forced a smile.

“Fine. Take as much time as you need to figure out your feelings. I’ll be sleeping with other men in the meantime,” Haruno said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Yachi’s face visibly stiffened.

“Don’t do that out of spite,” Yachi pleaded.

“I’m not being spiteful. It’s what I’ve always done. Even while I’ve been here, I’ve slept with whoever I felt like, whenever I wanted. That blond guy who talked to me in the park? He’s one of them,” Haruno said, watching as Yachi’s eyes widened in shock. He didn’t need to say any of this, but the more he saw Yachi’s shocked expression, the more he wanted to hurt him.

“I like you, Yachi, but you’re not around, and you don’t seem interested,” Haruno continued, shifting the blame onto Yachi.

“That’s...”

“Am I supposed to just sit around and masturbate until you decide how you feel? I’m not a child,” Haruno spat.

“But those kinds of physical relationships—”

“Whatever image you have of me, this is who I am,” Haruno interrupted.

Yachi lowered his head and placed a hand over his mouth. The momentary feeling of superiority Haruno had felt for making Yachi fall silent, for winning the argument, quickly faded. He had never been ashamed of being able to sleep with anyone he wanted, but he knew that some people were the type to commit to one partner and no one else. From their conversation, it was clear that Yachi was one of those people, and it wouldn't be surprising if he was now disillusioned with Haruno.

“Please leave,” Haruno said, lowering his head. Regret surged through him like a tidal wave. He had made a mistake, said too much. Wasn't he supposed to avoid being hated by Yachi? Admitting he was the type of man who would sleep with anyone would only make Yachi dislike him more.

Even though Haruno didn't want to show this self-loathing side of himself and had told Yachi to leave, the man remained where he was.

“Can I...?” Yachi's voice came softly. “Can I hold your hand again?”

Haruno didn't understand. Had Yachi not heard him say to leave? When he didn't respond, Yachi reached out and touched Haruno's right hand, which was wrapped around his knees. Haruno reflexively flinched and tried to pull away, but Yachi firmly grasped his hand, undeterred by the rejection. The strength in Yachi’s grip made Haruno's fingers twitch involuntarily.

“What are you doing?” Haruno asked.

“Holding your hand.”

That much was obvious.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Haruno questioned.

“When you start dating someone, you usually hold hands first, right?” Yachi replied.

Haruno let out a brief, hollow laugh. “What is it that you want to do?”

Yachi didn’t answer, but the grip on Haruno's hand loosened slightly. Haruno was only momentarily thrown off by this small change before Yachi gently stroked the back of his hand, carefully tracing the palm and fingertips as if memorizing the texture.

When Yachi's fingers brushed from the back of his hand up to his wrist, a shiver ran down Haruno's spine. This man touched him as if he were caressing him. Yachi then brought Haruno's hand to his lips and placed a light kiss on the back of it.

Yachi let go of Haruno's hand, and Haruno was left with the warmth of the kiss lingering on his skin and a strange sense of loss. What was this?

“May I touch your face?” Yachi asked.

Haruno looked up in response to the voice, and Yachi’s fingers moved toward him. Without waiting for Haruno to agree, Yachi's fingertips brushed against the corner of Haruno's eye, then slowly trailed down his cheek. The touch made Haruno's throat tighten as he swallowed hard.

“Have you been crying?” Yachi asked.

Had his eyes or nose turned red? Embarrassment washed over Haruno, making his face flush with heat. When Yachi noticed the warmth, he commented, “Ah, you’re getting warm.” The commentary only deepened Haruno's embarrassment, and he turned away, only to feel Yachi’s presence enveloping him.

Yachi was holding Haruno from behind, his warmth seeping through Haruno's back and the arms wrapped around his stomach. Haruno tried to escape by turning onto his stomach, but Yachi followed, clinging to him.

Yachi’s breath was audible near Haruno’s shoulder, so close that Haruno could feel the proximity. “You smell good,” Yachi murmured in a low voice that sent a shiver through Haruno’s eardrums.

“Whenever I’m close to you, I always think you smell nice,” Yachi continued. He was now on the bed, and Haruno tried to roll away, but Yachi pressed himself against Haruno’s back, preventing him from moving.

Haruno's heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst. He wanted to hope, but he didn’t want to hope too much. He couldn’t stand this uncertainty. He didn’t know what Yachi wanted. Then, suddenly, Yachi pulled back, flipping Haruno onto his back. Yachi slowly lowered himself on top of him.

Yachi braced his elbows on either side of Haruno’s head, their faces so close Haruno could feel Yachi’s breath.

“May I take off your glasses?” Yachi asked.

Haruno wanted to ask why, what was the point, but instead, he simply nodded. Yachi gently removed Haruno’s glasses and placed them on the side table. Then, still hovering above Haruno, Yachi lightly stroked his cheek.

“As I said before, it’s not that I don’t like you,” Yachi said. His words were reinforced by the tenderness of his touch.

“When we were together earlier... I felt pleasure, but it was like being on a roller coaster. It was a little scary,” Yachi admitted.

Haruno finally understood that he had come on too strong and had scared Yachi, making him say it was “scary.”

“And now?” Haruno asked cautiously.

Yachi smiled down at him. “Now, I’m not scared.”

He added, “I know who I’m touching now.”

The smile faded, and Yachi's expression turned serious. “Could you close your eyes?”

Haruno wanted to keep looking at Yachi, but he couldn’t resist the request and closed his eyes, his heart swelling with anticipation.

When Yachi’s lips touched his, they were dry and warm. Haruno had always thought of kissing as a simple act, like holding hands, but now he found himself breaking out in a cold sweat, unsure of how to breathe. He wanted to do more, to feel more, but the fear of pushing Yachi too far held him back.

As Yachi kissed him, Haruno trembled with anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Footnotes

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