Innocent World: Chapter 10

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Satisfied that Hirokuni wasn’t planning to harm the animals, Yamamura let go of his arm. Hirokuni stepped over the small fence and entered the pen, immediately towering over the children. He crouched in front of a light-brown rabbit and gently stroked its back. Yamamura, still concerned, watched from outside, but there was no sign of trouble. Hirokuni simply petted and occasionally picked up the rabbits, even rubbing his cheek against them, smiling with an oddly childlike expression. The contrast was striking—usually, Hirokuni showed little emotion.

Just then, Yamamura felt a tap on his shoulder from behind.

“You took long enough to get here. Wanna grab a seat over there?” Nishida grinned, motioning toward a nearby spot.

Yamamura hesitated, wanting to keep watching Hirokuni, but when Nishida teased, “What, do you wanna play with the rabbits too, Yamamura-san?” Yamamura snorted.

“Of course not.”

“Hey, Hiro, I’ll be over there,” Yamamura called, pointing toward the café. Hirokuni glanced his way briefly before turning his attention back to the rabbit he was petting.

The café’s indoor seating was packed, so Yamamura and Nishida settled under the shaded terrace. They both ordered iced coffee, but Nishida seemed more interested in his cigarettes, taking drag after drag without touching his drink. From their table, the “Animal Interaction Zone” was still in view, and Yamamura could see Hirokuni happily playing with the rabbits, blending in with the children.

“He’s really enjoying himself, huh? His mind seems to work just like a kid’s,” Nishida remarked, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah, maybe,” Yamamura replied absentmindedly.

“But I can’t handle stuff like that. You’re really good with him, Yamamura-san,” Nishida added, a hint of genuine admiration slipping into his voice. The remark caught Yamamura off-guard, and for a moment, his heart felt a twinge of discomfort.

“You’re not good with him?” Yamamura asked.

“I don’t think many people are. You can’t have a normal conversation with him. It’s fun to tease him sometimes, but that’s about it. You’re stuck with him for half a year, right? That’s gotta be tough.”

Nishida crushed his cigarette into the ashtray and straightened up in his chair. “But, enough about him. Can I talk about something serious?”

“What’s with the sudden change in tone?”

“Please don’t tell the boss, but... I’m planning to quit the company next year.”

“You’re serious?” Yamamura’s surprise was genuine.

It took real talent to deceive people, and many were drawn to the job by the promise of high pay. Most of them, though, weren’t cut out for it. Nishida, however, was one of the best among the younger employees, skilled with words and efficient. He was practically born for door-to-door sales and seemed to be making good money. Yamamura had assumed he’d stick with it for a while longer.

“What are you going to do after you quit?”

“A friend of mine is starting a company, and I’ll be joining as a co-investor. It’s a small operation, so I’ll be making less money at first, but there’s a lot of potential. It feels like I’m finally going to do work I can be proud of.”

Yamamura remembered Nishida mentioning once that he wanted to switch careers once he saved up enough money. It seemed that moment had arrived. After a pause, Yamamura gave a nod and said, “Ah… I see.” He felt like he should say something more, so he added, “That’s great.”

“It’s still a bit down the road. I need to save up more capital first. But, Yamamura-san, I’ve been thinking... Would you want to join us at this new company?”

Yamamura nearly choked on the coffee he’d been sipping and had to swallow hard to keep it down. “What are you talking about?”

“Not interested?”

“‘Not interested’... What kind of world’s ending when you start inviting me to something like this?”

Nishida shrugged, unfazed. “Well, I won’t deny you’re a bit careless with money and not the most responsible person, but your sales skills are seriously impressive. I think you’d be able to make as much as you do now, even with a lower base salary, since the compensation will be performance-based.”

It was true that for the past two years, Yamamura’s monthly sales had never dropped out of the top three in the company. Still...

“By the way… between us, that company’s in some real trouble,” Nishida lowered his voice.

“Really? You sure?” Yamamura leaned in, intrigued.

“I overheard something the other night when I was out drinking with the boss. Our company’s doing okay, but one of our sister companies that sells health supplements? They’re sinking fast. Too many competitors, sales are plummeting. They tried launching a new supplement to stand out, but apparently, it’s awful. The whole thing’s bleeding money, and our boss was grumbling about how he just hopes we don’t go down with them.”

Yamamura frowned, letting out a thoughtful “Hmm.” He’d vaguely heard rumors about the health supplements the sister company handled.

“It feels like we’re just treading water here, no real future. Not that I ever had high hopes for this place, anyway. But I’ve already gotten approval to bring one more person on board at the new company.”

“Wait, wait,” Yamamura interrupted, leaning over the table. “You’ve just sprung this on me. I don’t even know what the job is about.”

“We’re starting a car insurance company. That’s why we need salespeople. And honestly, I think it’s a good opportunity for you.”

Even without knowing all the details, the more Yamamura thought about their current company’s precarious situation, the more appealing Nishida’s offer seemed. It wasn’t about deceiving people anymore; it was honest work. But everything was moving way too fast.

“At least let me think about it for a bit.”

“Sure, but I think you’ll come to the same conclusion,” Nishida said with a smirk. And he was probably right. Yamamura didn’t really have anything to lose by leaving. The money might dip temporarily, but that was the only downside. “It’s a good offer,” Yamamura muttered, glancing around. That’s when he spotted Hirokuni, who was walking toward them, looking satisfied after playing with the rabbits.

“Guess it’s time to head out,” Nishida said, standing up. Given how uncomfortable he was around Hirokuni, Yamamura figured Nishida probably wanted to leave quickly. That made Yamamura feel like he didn’t want to linger either.

On the drive back, Hirokuni was unusually quiet, no longer as excited as he had been earlier. His face had returned to its usual blank expression as he stared out the window.

“Hiro, did you have fun?” Yamamura asked.

Hirokuni turned his shaved head and looked at him. “Me... same,” he mumbled.

“That doesn’t answer my question. What’s the same?”

“Me... Ilame... same... village go back.”

“Ilame? What’s that?”

Hirokuni got on all fours in the cramped backseat, leaned in close to Yamamura’s ear, and let out a low growl, “Gauuwooorrr,” just like the sound he had made in front of the jaguar’s cage.

“Whoa! What the hell?” Nishida, startled, turned around from the front seat.

“Oh, sorry. Don’t mind him,” Yamamura said quickly. It seemed “Ilame” was what Hirokuni called the jaguar.

“Ilame... die,” Hirokuni whispered.

“Die?” Yamamura echoed.

“Ilame... die... Ilame no... return... village.”

“How do you know the jaguar—Ilame—is going to die? It looked healthy to me.”

“Ilame... die... me know.”

Yamamura tried to piece together Hirokuni’s broken sentences. It sounded like Hirokuni believed the jaguar sensed its own death was near and longed to return to its home. Yamamura wasn’t sure how much of the story he could believe and tilted his head in uncertainty.

“Well, even if the jaguar—Ilame, I mean—even if Ilame is going to die, there’s no way they’d send him back to where he came from. No one’s going to spend that kind of money on an animal at death’s door.”

“Wow, Yamamura-san, that’s harsh,” Nishida chuckled from the driver’s seat, his voice muffled with amusement.

In about twenty minutes, they arrived back at the apartment. As soon as the car stopped, Hirokuni hopped out, leaping over the door in one swift motion, and walked briskly toward the building. Yamamura, not nearly as nimble, opened the door properly and stepped out.

“Later,” Yamamura said.

“See you Monday! And don’t forget, I’m serious about that startup. Think it over,” Nishida reminded him before speeding off, his sports car roaring through the residential area at a conspicuously loud volume.

“What was that?” an irritated voice came from behind.

Turning around, Yamamura saw the old hag in a tank top and shorts glaring at him. Despite the chest she had, she’d recently blurred the line of gender in Yamamura’s mind. From behind, it was impossible to tell if she was a man or a woman.

“Driving that fast on such a narrow road—what an idiot,” she huffed, deep wrinkles forming between her bulldog-like brows.

“Sorry about that,” Yamamura apologized instinctively. The old hag must have seen them get out of the car too.

“Honestly, people like that are no good. You should be more careful about the company you keep,” she said, already branding Nishida as a villain for speeding.

With a vague, noncommittal “Yeah, sure,” Yamamura tried to brush it off and headed toward the apartment stairs, but the old hag followed him.

“Oh, by the way, do you eat taro?”

“Uh, not really. I haven’t had much of it.”

“It’s delicious. I’ll give you some,” she said, not waiting for him to agree. She disappeared into her apartment and reemerged with a Tupperware container full of simmered vegetables, which she thrust into Yamamura’s hands.

“Oh, no, that’s too kind, but—”

“It’s fine. I made it yesterday, and the flavor’s soaked in. It’s good.” With no room for argument, she handed over the food and left.

This had been happening a lot lately. Whenever they crossed paths, the old woman would insist on giving him leftovers. It was always some form of simmered dish, but, to be fair, it was pretty tasty, and Hirokuni seemed to like it.

Yamamura and Hirokuni ended up eating the taro together as an afternoon snack. Just as the old hag said, the flavor had really settled in. After eating their fill, Yamamura stretched out lazily on the tatami floor. From the next room, he heard the thud of a door closing and the sound of sandals clapping against the pavement—seemed like the old hag was heading out somewhere again.

Hirokuni sat in the shade, hugging his knees, his expression blank as he stared at the shadow cast by the curtains as they swayed on the tatami. He had this habit of fixating on things that caught his interest, but if something didn’t, he’d ignore it entirely.

A warm breeze drifted in. Hirokuni’s profile seemed oddly lonely. Was he still upset about the jaguar? Or maybe he was thinking about the jaguar’s situation—“wanting to return home but unable to”—and relating it to himself.

Yamamura found himself wondering where his hometown was. He’d been born in Adachi and lived there until he graduated elementary school. After that, his mother’s family moved to the neighboring city, and since he started living on his own, he’d been in Toshima. His old home was just a thirty-minute train ride away—not far enough to feel nostalgic. That’s why he couldn’t fully understand Hirokuni’s intense desire to “go home.” It felt distant, like someone else’s problem.

Watching Hirokuni, Yamamura remembered how much he’d smiled while playing with the rabbits earlier. How much does a rabbit even cost? A thousand yen? Two thousand? He had no idea, never having been to a pet shop. They probably weren’t that expensive, and rabbits didn’t make noise. Keep one in a cage, and the landlord wouldn’t even notice.

Hirokuni suddenly flopped onto the tatami beside him, stretching out his limbs slowly, like a cat. He wriggled his shoulders a bit before casually grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it off. Yamamura swallowed hard as Hirokuni’s body came into view—lean, muscular, outlined with sinew. His skin gleamed slightly in the warm light, and the small, pale nipples were pointed upward, almost as if asking to be touched.

Hirokuni, lying on his back shirtless, wriggled on the tatami like a snake. Maybe his back itched, but the oddly sensual movement reminded Yamamura of scenes from an adult video. Even though he knew staring too long would seem unnatural, he couldn’t take his eyes off Hirokuni. It had been easier to control himself when Nishida was around earlier, but now they were alone in the room, just the two of them. Yamamura’s mind flashed back to the previous night, to his private thoughts.

I want him. Yamamura’s desire surged. I want to do it with Hirokuni. I want to pull him onto the bed, strip him naked, taste him, and take him. I want to have sex with him.

He quickly reminded himself of the consequences. He’d definitely punch me. He might even kill me. The last thing Yamamura wanted was to get injured over a moment of impulse. But then he remembered Hirokuni didn’t seem to mind when Yamamura had used his thighs to masturbate. Maybe... just maybe... touching him would be okay. Maybe he wouldn’t mind a little contact. His mind and body were at war. I want him. No, I can’t. I want to touch him. If I don’t go all the way, maybe it’ll be fine... The urge to touch Hirokuni was overwhelming.

Yamamura slowly sat up, legs stretched out in front of him.

“Hiro,” he called out.

Hirokuni’s gaze shifted from the curtain’s shadow to Yamamura.

“Come here.”

His voice cracked, trembling with nerves. Hirokuni walked over, standing above him as Yamamura sat on the floor.

“Sit here,” Yamamura said, patting his thigh. Without hesitation, Hirokuni straddled him, sitting on his thighs. The weight of his body, the heat radiating off him, and the faint scent of sweat made Yamamura dizzy, as if he were drunk.

Even if Hirokuni lacked common sense, there was still a need to go step by step. Yamamura leaned in, rubbing his cheek against Hirokuni’s. Hirokuni narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t pull away. Taking that as a sign, Yamamura licked Hirokuni’s forehead, just as he had the night before. In response, Hirokuni licked Yamamura’s cheek in return. This is it, Yamamura thought, his confidence growing.

He kissed Hirokuni’s nose, cheeks, chin, and neck, slowly working his way toward his true goal. Wrapping his arms around Hirokuni’s back, Yamamura took one of his small nipples into his mouth. Licking didn’t elicit much reaction, but when he gently nibbled, Hirokuni’s body trembled.

Yamamura paused, watching Hirokuni carefully. There was no sign that Hirokuni wanted to push him away, so he continued. He licked and bit at the nipple again, this time more firmly, sucking hard.

Though Yamamura usually found foreplay tedious, preferring to jump straight to the main event, this time was different. He couldn’t stop himself from obsessively playing with Hirokuni’s nipples, teasing both sides. Hirokuni’s body quivered under his touch, and the firmness of the nipples under his tongue drove Yamamura wild. With no resistance from Hirokuni, he savored the moment to its fullest. Meanwhile, Yamamura could feel the growing tightness in his own pants.

Finally, he raised his head from Hirokuni’s chest. Both nipples had turned red, swollen from the stimulation, and Hirokuni’s usually emotionless face had flushed faintly, his eyes glistening with arousal. It was clear Hirokuni was feeling something from Yamamura’s actions.

Yamamura gently pushed Hirokuni down onto the tatami. The sudden shift in position made Hirokuni’s eyes widen in surprise. Yamamura pulled down Hirokuni’s work pants, along with his underwear, slipping them off his legs entirely. Given Hirokuni’s lack of inhibition, dancing naked just the night before, he didn’t seem to mind stripping down now either.

To Yamamura’s surprise, Hirokuni’s penis was already half-erect, nestled in a thin patch of pubic hair. Knowing that Hirokuni had responded to the nipple play made Yamamura unreasonably happy, and he wrapped his right hand tightly around the semi-erection.

“Fugyah!”

Hirokuni let out a strange, unsexy cry and squirmed. His hand scratched at Yamamura’s, which was wrapped around his groin. If he can feel it from his nipples, the direct stimulation must feel even better, Yamamura thought, enduring the slight pain as he slowly slid his hand up and down Hirokuni’s length. Words weren’t necessary—making him feel it was faster.

As Hirokuni’s erection grew harder in Yamamura’s hand, his resistance faded. He clenched his teeth and twisted his body in an almost desperate, writhing motion, his lightly bent arms shaking. The sight of him, so vulnerable and erotic, only spurred Yamamura on, and his hand moved with more vigor.

It didn’t take even three minutes after Hirokuni’s erection had fully stiffened before he came, spurting evidence of his release. His chest, taut with muscle, rose and fell rapidly as he panted, the remnants of his orgasm dripping from the slit at the tip of his penis.

Drawn by the raw, youthful scent, Yamamura gripped Hirokuni’s toned thighs, burying his face in Hirokuni’s crotch. Without hesitation, he took Hirokuni’s still-sensitive member deep into his mouth, savoring the taste of him fresh after release.

“Gyaaah!”

A sharp cry, and at the same moment, Yamamura’s head was smacked hard. The impact was so strong he almost bit down on what he was holding in his mouth. After getting hit a second, then a third time, Yamamura realized it wasn’t going to work and pulled back. Hirokuni had covered his crotch with both hands, glaring at Yamamura with his lips pursed in a tight line.

“If you don’t like it in my mouth, I can just do it with my hand, like before, alright?”

Even as he offered, trying to sound calm, the suspicion in Hirokuni’s eyes didn’t fade.

“Yamu... eat... penis.”

That one sentence made everything clear to Yamamura. Hirokuni thought Yamu, meaning Yamamura, was going to eat his penis.

“I’m not gonna eat it, for crying out loud. I’m just licking it a little, alright?”

Hirokuni’s expression remained unimpressed. Suppressing his own desire to push forward, Yamamura returned to the basics. He started by licking Hirokuni’s cheek again. As long as it wasn’t his crotch, Hirokuni didn’t resist. Yamamura let his tongue glide from his neck, down his chest, and over his stomach, inching his way back down toward the patch of hair below. Hirokuni watched him, still frowning, but didn’t resist. He seemed to be feeling something, but his penis hadn’t become fully erect yet. Gently, Yamamura placed his right hand around it and began licking at the base without taking it into his mouth just yet. At first, Hirokuni’s body flinched, but he didn’t hit Yamamura again. He must’ve been feeling some pleasure. His body responded honestly to that kind of touch. The way Hirokuni’s erection gradually stiffened was strangely endearing. Yamamura continued licking and kissing before finally taking him into his mouth. He squeezed the shaft tightly, stroking it with his lips.

Hirokuni closed his eyes, letting out soft, innocent gasps of “Ah, ah,” as his body squirmed in pleasure.

Being so straightforward, it didn’t take long for him to reach his second climax. His release came shortly after Yamamura had taken him fully into his mouth. After swallowing everything, Yamamura pressed his body against Hirokuni’s and kissed him, licking his neck.

The more Yamamura watched Hirokuni writhing beneath him, the more his own arousal grew. The front of his jeans had become uncomfortably tight. Hugging Hirokuni’s slim but firm body, Yamamura was overwhelmed by desire, almost like a teenager discovering masturbation for the first time.

That’s when he felt something tugging at his waist—it was Hirokuni’s hands. Before Yamamura could figure out what he was doing, Hirokuni grabbed his jeans and tried to yank them down.

“H-hey!”

Yamamura hadn’t expected Hirokuni to undress him. If Hirokuni kept pulling like that, things would definitely get stuck. Yamamura sat up halfway and undid the button himself, pulling the zipper down. Hirokuni watched intently as his erection strained against his underwear. Without hesitation, Hirokuni slipped his hands into Yamamura’s underwear and pulled out his erect penis, gripping it with both hands and starting to stroke.

Yamamura hadn’t expected Hirokuni to be so forward in pleasuring him. At first, he thought it might be a dream, but the rising pleasure in his lower half was very real. As much as it felt good, Yamamura also noticed Hirokuni’s technique was clumsy—just sliding his hands up and down in a repetitive, almost mechanical way. Still, the fact that it was Hirokuni touching him, and the sight of it, was enough to drive Yamamura wild. Hirokuni wasn’t trying to be seductive, but with his downcast eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and half-parted lips, he looked unbearably erotic.

Unable to hold back, Yamamura leaned in and licked Hirokuni’s eyelids and forehead. Each time his tongue touched him, Hirokuni’s fingers twitched, a small, adorable reaction. For fun, Yamamura pinched Hirokuni’s right nipple. Hirokuni’s body shuddered, and he glanced up at Yamamura. When Yamamura twisted the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Hirokuni let out a soft moan, “Ah,” twisting his body as if to escape the sensation. Even while feeling it intensely, Hirokuni didn’t stop stroking Yamamura.

The mutual exchange of pleasure, so shamelessly intimate, left Yamamura feeling giddy, like his body was swaying in some drunken haze. He’d done much filthier things in the past, but somehow, this moment felt like he had reached the pinnacle of eroticism.

Just before reaching his climax, Yamamura pulled himself out of Hirokuni’s hands. He finished with his own right hand, releasing all of his desire. He then smeared what he had released between Hirokuni’s thighs. Slowly, he pressed his fingers around the tight ring of muscle there. Hirokuni didn’t resist, though he wiggled his hips slightly, as if the sensation tickled.

Yamamura loomed over Hirokuni, using the slickness of his own release to help slide a finger inside him.

“Gyaaah!” Hirokuni let out a pained cry, like a squashed frog. His hips jerked, and Yamamura’s finger slipped out. Even with his legs spread wide, Hirokuni kept wriggling his hips. Maybe he thought he was resisting, but to Yamamura, it looked more like an invitation, a wordless plea to be entered.

He couldn’t stop now. Gripping Hirokuni’s arms, Yamamura flipped him onto his stomach on the tatami mat. Pinning him down with his weight, Yamamura slowly reinserted his finger into Hirokuni’s reluctant body.

“No, no!” Hirokuni thrashed beneath him, but Yamamura didn’t pull out. Instead, he hurried to find the spot that would make Hirokuni’s body respond. When he pressed a certain point just beneath the surface, Hirokuni’s body stiffened with a sudden shudder. Gently, Yamamura stroked that spot. Hirokuni’s firm back trembled, and he moaned, “Ah, ah,” while clutching his head with both hands. Yamamura reached down with his free hand and found Hirokuni’s erection—he was clearly feeling it.

Slowly, Yamamura added another finger, all while rubbing inside Hirokuni, trying to stretch him carefully. As eager as he was, Yamamura didn’t want to hurt him. The tightness he felt at first gradually softened, loosening up as Hirokuni’s body relaxed. Yamamura could tell it was time. Using the lubrication from his own arousal, he carefully slid himself inside.

“Aghh!” Hirokuni’s back arched dramatically, and his shoulders trembled. Yamamura continued to push in, little by little, until he was fully inside. He gingerly touched the area around the entrance with his fingers—no blood. The heat inside Hirokuni, the tightness gripping him at the entrance, was almost overwhelming. Yamamura took his time, savoring the sensation before he started to move, focusing on shallow thrusts. He knew from Hirokuni’s earlier reactions that this spot would feel the best.

“Ah, ah... ah...” Hirokuni’s voice didn’t sound like he was in pain or resisting anymore. Soon, Yamamura noticed Hirokuni’s right hand moving down to his own groin. He was touching himself. The realization that Hirokuni was feeling pleasure from what was happening broke Yamamura’s last thread of self-control.

His movements grew bolder, his thrusts deeper and faster. He pulled out almost completely before driving back in, losing himself in the heat and friction.

“Auhh, hnn, ah, ah...!”

He reached his climax once, but he didn’t pull out. He didn’t want to. As he kept playing with Hirokuni’s nipples and penis, his arousal grew again, and he thrust his hips forward. When he released for the second time and withdrew, the soft, unstiffened part of him slid out, leaving a thick residue that slowly dribbled from the still-parted opening. Hirokuni’s bare hips trembled, and he twisted his head to look at him while still lying face down. The usually expressionless face was flushed red, the corners of his eyes slightly swollen from the lingering traces of pleasure. More than anything, the gaze he directed to Yamamura was so sensual it sent a chill down his spine.

Unable to hold back any longer, Yamamura turned Hirokuni onto his back and leaned over him. He cupped his cheek and kissed him. His tongue swirled inside Hirokuni’s mouth, teasingly entwining with the hesitant tip that seemed to shrink away. Yamamura found it adorable how Hirokuni, clearly unaccustomed to kissing, would let out these small “Huff, huff” noises from his nose in between.

Not satisfied with just the kissing, Yamamura ran his tongue over Hirokuni's entire body like a dog, tasting every inch of him. From the hollows of his ears to the soles of his feet, he left no part untouched by his lips and tongue, licking and sucking as if to devour him. Eventually, his desire flared up again, and he attempted to enter Hirokuni in the missionary position. Hirokuni resisted strongly, but when he flipped him over and approached from behind, the resistance vanished. It seemed like he preferred being taken that way.

The sex that started in the late afternoon stretched on endlessly into the night. They didn’t go at it nonstop, but they would do it, sleep for a bit, then wake up and do it again in a cycle.

It wasn’t just a one-sided, greedy affair on Yamamura’s part, either. Although Hirokuni disliked the missionary position, he would allow it from behind. He even sometimes grabbed Yamamura’s hand, guiding it to his own crotch, silently begging to be touched.

After who knows how many rounds, they finally fell into a deep sleep, and Yamamura woke up around six, surprisingly early. The sheets were sticky with the mix of both their fluids, their bodies a mess of sweat and semen. Despite the messy surroundings, they slept entwined with each other.

The situation around them was a disaster, but Yamamura felt strangely content. Was it because he got to thoroughly ravish the man he’d wanted for so long?

He pressed his face into the pillow, staring intently at the sleeping Hirokuni. His eyelids were swollen, his eyelashes long. When Yamamura lightly touched Hirokuni’s cheek with his fingertip, a small wrinkle formed between his brows, as if he was annoyed, which amused him. This guy... During moments like those, he’s absurdly cute, sometimes even seductive... Yamamura thought, recalling last night’s events. Normally expressionless, Hirokuni’s face, when overwhelmed with emotion, was so different that the contrast excited him.

He wrapped his arms around Hirokuni, who lay on his side, and held him from behind. He inhaled deeply the strangely sweet scent of sweat and their mingled semen. He was truly glad it was Sunday. If he had to go to work on a day like this, he’d probably throw a tantrum. Today, he just wanted to laze around with Hirokuni all day long.

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