[One Shot] Just Because
Title: [One Shot] Just Because
Author: keeconk
Pairing: Inoo Kei x Arioka Daiki
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,653
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: Daiki found himself in a situation that he didn't particularly fond of but yet found it hard to escape from it because he felt obliged to stay.
Warning: Explicit content.
Beta'ed by: akumanakoi
Requested by: hotfruits
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His steps were reluctant, dragging the rubber soles of his house slippers as he followed the person in front of him. The younger guy could hear the other person humming, skipping a little with the steps that he was taking, creating something that Daiki didn’t consider a pleasant feeling in his stomach. Distressing. His chest felt heavy and tight, fingers clutching hard against each other, while his eyes cast over the room he just walked into.
Inoo sat down on the edge of the bed, a sly smirk curving on his fair-skinned face, intimidating and overpowering him just with that very small action. His nails dug deeper into his palm, leaving reddish marks on the skin, while he turned his body around to blindly try to find the door that he came through literally just seconds ago. He knew he had the choice not to be in that room with the older boy right now, and he wasn’t going to waste that option.
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t do this,” Daiki replied almost snappily, his fingers reaching for the door’s knob.
It was quick, not expected, but before he got the chance to turn the knob, he felt a longer set of pretty fingers hovering over his very own short yet manly ones, sending shiver through his entire body. Fear. He could smell fear from his own tensing body, his mind conflicting with the input of Inoo being so close to him while his legs froze on the spot, unable to move even an inch.
“Why not? Not the first time, right?” the other whispered in his ear, low and huskily, far too different from Inoo’s usual voice.
“Because it’s sick. That’s why,” Daiki took the courage to shove Inoo away.
“So? That’s all?”
The door’s knob seemed so far away as he felt himself being pulled from it, his hand reaching out for the rounded metal object as he squirmed about, trying to break free. The obnoxious feeling inside his stomach resurfaced when he was being dragged to the bed, his consciousness telling him to get back to the door and not to give in.
Heavy, the way his body was dropped by the surprisingly determined older boy paralysed him on the bed, his throat tightened up as he frantically tried to go to the edge of the mattress to get down, only to be pulled on the leg back to the centre. “I said no, Inoo!” he protested. “I don’t want to do this!”
He stopped breathing for a second when he realised how closed Inoo’s face to his very own was, realising that his body had been pinned down, still and unmoveable. The playful expression that was always plastered over the older boy’s face disappeared, his eyes were sharp piercing to Daiki’s big irises, sending him unpleasant chill to his spine.
“Lie!” Inoo shot back right to him - snarky, almost like a statement of guilty sentence than an accusation.
“Just let me go… please?”
“You are capable of shoving me away. We’re the same weight, the same power, and you have more muscles than I do. You can escape any time you want to.”
“I can’t! You’re pinning me down like this, damn it!” Daiki struggled beneath Inoo, his wrists turning around in circles hoping that he would be able to make Inoo let go of them.
“I said don’t lie!”
Daiki’s heart sank rock bottom when he felt those perfectly moistened lips were pressed against his own, his chest was hurting him as if someone was punching it hard. His throat tightened even more as Inoo’s tongue nudged the fine line his lips formed, forcing him to give the older boy access. He wanted to say no, push Inoo aside and storm his way out of the door before the taller guy could catch up with him. He could have done that. He knew he could at least try.
But he didn’t.
A small chuckle came out from Inoo’s lips as Daiki parted his lips, giving in at last and letting Inoo have all the privileges to explore the inside of his mouth. It tasted familiar, awfully recognisable because Daiki knew and remembered well of how many times the very same lips had kissed him, claiming his plumpness as they wished. The other’s hand was then firm on his waist while the other curved perfectly on his neck, pulling him closer. His body reacted like it had always been as Inoo deepened the kiss, knotting their tongues with each other as he pressed his body against Daiki. Demanding, forceful, and so profound.
“You can. You just don’t want to.” Inoo pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he looked down at Daiki, a glimpse of disgust showing in his face. “I wasn’t even holding you down.”
The younger boy could only bite his lower lip, feeling his eyes swelling up though there was no tear being produced. He watched Inoo crawling down from the bed, walking towards the drawer by the mirror that was on the right side of the bed. And he noticed the familiar bottle, as well as the small wrapped rubber in Inoo’s hands as he turned around back to him. It was his chance to run away, but just as the older boy had stated to him, it wasn’t that he couldn't, he just… didn’t think that he should.
“Gently…” Daiki stuttered, not wanting this to go any more wrong than it already was.
He felt Inoo’s long fingers running through his brown locks, the other’s expression was surreal even when he settled himself down before Daiki. It deemed stupid for him to even beg, knowing that Inoo was demanding, but never harsh. It was shown from the way Inoo pulled him up, his touches had turned a lot gentler now that Daiki had agreed to it.
Being led to shift his position over, knees now on the bed as his palms were rested on Inoo’s thigh while the other not hesitantly pulling his shirt off. “You know the routine,” the same low, husky voice was whispered in Daiki’s ear like a command, automatically making him reach down to his belt to unbuckle it, unbuttoning his jeans in the same time.
Daiki repeated his action with Inoo’s clothes, the horrid emotions that were devastating him doing nothing to stop him from doing what he was told to, stripping the two of them of their clothes nonetheless. He often hated himself for not fighting back, for not just stopping doing whatever they were doing, yet maybe it was what people referred to as a guilty pleasure. Knowing in the back of your head what you were doing was wrong, but keeping going anyway.
He remembered well when he first did this. It scared him so much that just to see Inoo the next day, acting like nothing happened, made him stutter at everything he did. He knocked over his knees, accidentally spilled water on Takaki’s pants, and didn’t realise when Hikaru was drawing doodles on his magazine. It wasn’t Inoo that he was scared of. It was the images of what they were doing that kept flashing back before his eyes that petrified him to no end.
Inoo patted his head a little as he leaned down to the other’s crotch, his hand shakily reaching out to that proud member of Inoo’s. Slowly, half tentatively, he planted a soft kiss on its tip while keeping it still with his hand. If there were anything that made it any easier for him, it would be Inoo’s touches. The older boy always knew what to do, where to touch, and how to do it. Those feminine, beautiful fingers slid through Daiki’s brown locks again, resting soothingly on the head to guide Daiki down to take the length to his mouth.
They never talked much. The ticking clock and random sounds of car passing by from the window were the only sounds that often filled the room, making it easy for them to hide what they were doing because no matter whose room they did it in, they wouldn’t make any obvious voice that would cause suspicion to their family members.
He felt the older boy getting hard in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down a lot steadier as he started to forget of how reluctant he was just now, concentrating more on getting this done as fast as he could more than anything else. But even after all this time, it always terrified him how this got him turned on so easily, very different compare to those porn videos he watched, taking him ages to feel aroused.
“Stop…” said Inoo.
Daiki looked up, noticing how flushed Inoo’s face had become, something that he had learned was a sign that Inoo was starting to get into the mood. He could only stare at how Inoo was looking at him, feeling the tightness in his chest once again when the other boy turned him over and laid him down flat on his stomach. Kisses were planted on his shoulder, soft, tender and gentle, but yet making him feel uncomfortable in some way. He didn’t like the fact that they always made him feel like he was over the moon.
When Inoo pulled his hips up, Daiki knew that it was coming, cold lube coated fingers teasing his entrance, always making him wince on the first stretch of the tease. He buried his face in Inoo’s pillow, breathing heavily as he felt a finger opening him up, slowly and steadily. Whimpering as more fingers intruding his hole, silk in lube, Daiki’s hand desperately tried to find something to hold onto, settling with clutching his finger on the bed sheet to distract him from the pain.
He felt Inoo’s upper abdomen being pressed onto his back, a sign for him of what was to come. It got him jumping forward a little when the other pressed in, delicately but somehow still sharp because the lube really could only did so much to make the rubber less scratchy, gulping audibly at the nibble on his neck from behind by the older boy. Inoo grunted hoarsely in a mumble against his neck, pushing inside, making him lose all of his senses as the other started to move.
In and out, it was like a dance beat the way Inoo’s lower abdomen pounded to his, the sounds of the contact on his bum cheeks each time the taller boy pushed in justified the steady rhythm created by the movement. His hand was fisting tighter to the bed sheet when the right spot inside him was brushed upon, watching with his half lidded eyes how Inoo’s hand ghosting down to his arm, then down to hover over his hand, holding it as he kept on ramming into Daiki.
It was getting harder to keep his eyes open, especially as Inoo’s other hand found its way to his abandoned, throbbing arousal, stroking it to stimulate Daiki. He wanted to scream on top of his lungs, letting out all of his tenseness, and beg Inoo to stop because it was too mind-fucking how the older guy made him see stars before his own eyes, sending electrifying jolts all over his body with every thrust Inoo made. But he knew if he did that, someone would hear them.
“F-fuck…” he heard Inoo curse, and the older boy froze, somewhat curving his body over Daiki as if he was hugging him.
Daiki heard how hard Inoo was panting in his ear, the warm breeze lingering on his skin. Inoo didn’t pull out right away, and he noticed how the older boy was closing his eyes contentedly while leaning onto him when he turned his head to the side, only to catch their reflection on the mirror. He wanted to look away, feeling sickened by the picture of his own body being dominated like that, but he couldn’t, especially when Inoo started to once again plant smooches on his back, the motion mesmerising him at some point.
When he thought they were finally done, he saw from their reflection how Inoo’s hand reached out for his arousal again, shivering when he felt the contact. “No… I don’t want to…” Daiki mumbled, trembling his words.
“Don’t be stupid.” Inoo rolled his eyes. The older boy finally pulled away from him, only to turn him to lie on his back, their eyes met while Inoo’s other hand was taking the damp rubber away from the length that was rocking into him just a while ago.
He wanted to protest against it, but Inoo was already kissing him, shutting him down while stroking his arousal one more time. The kiss was the one thing that Daiki hated the most because it was the only thing that he couldn’t pretend he didn’t want. He couldn’t even deny that he thought of it sometimes, wondering why it felt so good, much to his shame.
Arching his body upward, he felt himself getting closer to his own orgasm, his hands unconsciously wrapping themselves around Inoo’s neck to deepen their kiss. The movement in his shaft got faster, almost as if Inoo got the hint that he was close, making his mind go all frantic while his toes curled with the way it electrified him. His eyes were closed as his spine tingled in a joyful sensation, sending him to his climax, sprouting his contents out onto Inoo’s hand.
“Don’t look at me…” was the first thing he said, as he covered his face with one arm, not liking that one stare from Inoo each time they finally done, though Inoo quickly pulled his arm away from his face. Like always.
It made his stomach flipped when Inoo actually licked his cum-stained hand, cleaning it without breaking his eye contact. Daiki couldn’t understand what Inoo was trying to prove by doing so, finding it hard for him to imagine himself doing that if the older boy ever came onto his hand. As the very same hand once again rubbed his head in a delicate manner, almost like a caressing, Daiki turned his body to his side, refusing to look at Inoo because the taller guy had made him do this again.
“You should stop pretending that you don’t like it…” Inoo whispered, lying down next to Daiki as he pulled his blanket over their bodies, shifting closer. Daiki felt the heat from Inoo’s body being so near to him, a hand ghosting on his skin to settle itself down on his tummy, hugging him from behind.
“I’m not pretending,” Daiki answered at last.
There was silence filling up the room. The sound of the clicking clock seemed to be louder than usual as neither of them said a single world, and neither seemed to actually try to go to sleep. Daiki knew that Inoo noticed how by hugging him like that, he would somewhat forgive the older boy. It somehow helped him let it go and just act like nothing happened the next day, back to his lively and cheerful self.
“I love you, you know,” Inoo broke the silence, resting the side of his face on the curve of the back of Daiki’s neck.
Daiki wanted to say that he knew. He knew that Inoo loved him, and it was actually why he always felt like he shouldn’t just walk away. It might be the feeling of obligation, it might be a little sense of pity, but it was mostly because they were best friends. He didn’t want to turn down Inoo’s feeling, and also because at some point it often shocked him how much he kept on coming back to the torture of doing this, as if he actually enjoyed it because it was with Inoo.
“Doesn’t change the fact that we are both guys…” Daiki said instead.
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Not my usual genre, but I kind of like the way it turned out alright.
Author: keeconk
Pairing: Inoo Kei x Arioka Daiki
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,653
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: Daiki found himself in a situation that he didn't particularly fond of but yet found it hard to escape from it because he felt obliged to stay.
Warning: Explicit content.
Beta'ed by: akumanakoi
Requested by: hotfruits
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His steps were reluctant, dragging the rubber soles of his house slippers as he followed the person in front of him. The younger guy could hear the other person humming, skipping a little with the steps that he was taking, creating something that Daiki didn’t consider a pleasant feeling in his stomach. Distressing. His chest felt heavy and tight, fingers clutching hard against each other, while his eyes cast over the room he just walked into.
Inoo sat down on the edge of the bed, a sly smirk curving on his fair-skinned face, intimidating and overpowering him just with that very small action. His nails dug deeper into his palm, leaving reddish marks on the skin, while he turned his body around to blindly try to find the door that he came through literally just seconds ago. He knew he had the choice not to be in that room with the older boy right now, and he wasn’t going to waste that option.
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t do this,” Daiki replied almost snappily, his fingers reaching for the door’s knob.
It was quick, not expected, but before he got the chance to turn the knob, he felt a longer set of pretty fingers hovering over his very own short yet manly ones, sending shiver through his entire body. Fear. He could smell fear from his own tensing body, his mind conflicting with the input of Inoo being so close to him while his legs froze on the spot, unable to move even an inch.
“Why not? Not the first time, right?” the other whispered in his ear, low and huskily, far too different from Inoo’s usual voice.
“Because it’s sick. That’s why,” Daiki took the courage to shove Inoo away.
“So? That’s all?”
The door’s knob seemed so far away as he felt himself being pulled from it, his hand reaching out for the rounded metal object as he squirmed about, trying to break free. The obnoxious feeling inside his stomach resurfaced when he was being dragged to the bed, his consciousness telling him to get back to the door and not to give in.
Heavy, the way his body was dropped by the surprisingly determined older boy paralysed him on the bed, his throat tightened up as he frantically tried to go to the edge of the mattress to get down, only to be pulled on the leg back to the centre. “I said no, Inoo!” he protested. “I don’t want to do this!”
He stopped breathing for a second when he realised how closed Inoo’s face to his very own was, realising that his body had been pinned down, still and unmoveable. The playful expression that was always plastered over the older boy’s face disappeared, his eyes were sharp piercing to Daiki’s big irises, sending him unpleasant chill to his spine.
“Lie!” Inoo shot back right to him - snarky, almost like a statement of guilty sentence than an accusation.
“Just let me go… please?”
“You are capable of shoving me away. We’re the same weight, the same power, and you have more muscles than I do. You can escape any time you want to.”
“I can’t! You’re pinning me down like this, damn it!” Daiki struggled beneath Inoo, his wrists turning around in circles hoping that he would be able to make Inoo let go of them.
“I said don’t lie!”
Daiki’s heart sank rock bottom when he felt those perfectly moistened lips were pressed against his own, his chest was hurting him as if someone was punching it hard. His throat tightened even more as Inoo’s tongue nudged the fine line his lips formed, forcing him to give the older boy access. He wanted to say no, push Inoo aside and storm his way out of the door before the taller guy could catch up with him. He could have done that. He knew he could at least try.
But he didn’t.
A small chuckle came out from Inoo’s lips as Daiki parted his lips, giving in at last and letting Inoo have all the privileges to explore the inside of his mouth. It tasted familiar, awfully recognisable because Daiki knew and remembered well of how many times the very same lips had kissed him, claiming his plumpness as they wished. The other’s hand was then firm on his waist while the other curved perfectly on his neck, pulling him closer. His body reacted like it had always been as Inoo deepened the kiss, knotting their tongues with each other as he pressed his body against Daiki. Demanding, forceful, and so profound.
“You can. You just don’t want to.” Inoo pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he looked down at Daiki, a glimpse of disgust showing in his face. “I wasn’t even holding you down.”
The younger boy could only bite his lower lip, feeling his eyes swelling up though there was no tear being produced. He watched Inoo crawling down from the bed, walking towards the drawer by the mirror that was on the right side of the bed. And he noticed the familiar bottle, as well as the small wrapped rubber in Inoo’s hands as he turned around back to him. It was his chance to run away, but just as the older boy had stated to him, it wasn’t that he couldn't, he just… didn’t think that he should.
“Gently…” Daiki stuttered, not wanting this to go any more wrong than it already was.
He felt Inoo’s long fingers running through his brown locks, the other’s expression was surreal even when he settled himself down before Daiki. It deemed stupid for him to even beg, knowing that Inoo was demanding, but never harsh. It was shown from the way Inoo pulled him up, his touches had turned a lot gentler now that Daiki had agreed to it.
Being led to shift his position over, knees now on the bed as his palms were rested on Inoo’s thigh while the other not hesitantly pulling his shirt off. “You know the routine,” the same low, husky voice was whispered in Daiki’s ear like a command, automatically making him reach down to his belt to unbuckle it, unbuttoning his jeans in the same time.
Daiki repeated his action with Inoo’s clothes, the horrid emotions that were devastating him doing nothing to stop him from doing what he was told to, stripping the two of them of their clothes nonetheless. He often hated himself for not fighting back, for not just stopping doing whatever they were doing, yet maybe it was what people referred to as a guilty pleasure. Knowing in the back of your head what you were doing was wrong, but keeping going anyway.
He remembered well when he first did this. It scared him so much that just to see Inoo the next day, acting like nothing happened, made him stutter at everything he did. He knocked over his knees, accidentally spilled water on Takaki’s pants, and didn’t realise when Hikaru was drawing doodles on his magazine. It wasn’t Inoo that he was scared of. It was the images of what they were doing that kept flashing back before his eyes that petrified him to no end.
Inoo patted his head a little as he leaned down to the other’s crotch, his hand shakily reaching out to that proud member of Inoo’s. Slowly, half tentatively, he planted a soft kiss on its tip while keeping it still with his hand. If there were anything that made it any easier for him, it would be Inoo’s touches. The older boy always knew what to do, where to touch, and how to do it. Those feminine, beautiful fingers slid through Daiki’s brown locks again, resting soothingly on the head to guide Daiki down to take the length to his mouth.
They never talked much. The ticking clock and random sounds of car passing by from the window were the only sounds that often filled the room, making it easy for them to hide what they were doing because no matter whose room they did it in, they wouldn’t make any obvious voice that would cause suspicion to their family members.
He felt the older boy getting hard in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down a lot steadier as he started to forget of how reluctant he was just now, concentrating more on getting this done as fast as he could more than anything else. But even after all this time, it always terrified him how this got him turned on so easily, very different compare to those porn videos he watched, taking him ages to feel aroused.
“Stop…” said Inoo.
Daiki looked up, noticing how flushed Inoo’s face had become, something that he had learned was a sign that Inoo was starting to get into the mood. He could only stare at how Inoo was looking at him, feeling the tightness in his chest once again when the other boy turned him over and laid him down flat on his stomach. Kisses were planted on his shoulder, soft, tender and gentle, but yet making him feel uncomfortable in some way. He didn’t like the fact that they always made him feel like he was over the moon.
When Inoo pulled his hips up, Daiki knew that it was coming, cold lube coated fingers teasing his entrance, always making him wince on the first stretch of the tease. He buried his face in Inoo’s pillow, breathing heavily as he felt a finger opening him up, slowly and steadily. Whimpering as more fingers intruding his hole, silk in lube, Daiki’s hand desperately tried to find something to hold onto, settling with clutching his finger on the bed sheet to distract him from the pain.
He felt Inoo’s upper abdomen being pressed onto his back, a sign for him of what was to come. It got him jumping forward a little when the other pressed in, delicately but somehow still sharp because the lube really could only did so much to make the rubber less scratchy, gulping audibly at the nibble on his neck from behind by the older boy. Inoo grunted hoarsely in a mumble against his neck, pushing inside, making him lose all of his senses as the other started to move.
In and out, it was like a dance beat the way Inoo’s lower abdomen pounded to his, the sounds of the contact on his bum cheeks each time the taller boy pushed in justified the steady rhythm created by the movement. His hand was fisting tighter to the bed sheet when the right spot inside him was brushed upon, watching with his half lidded eyes how Inoo’s hand ghosting down to his arm, then down to hover over his hand, holding it as he kept on ramming into Daiki.
It was getting harder to keep his eyes open, especially as Inoo’s other hand found its way to his abandoned, throbbing arousal, stroking it to stimulate Daiki. He wanted to scream on top of his lungs, letting out all of his tenseness, and beg Inoo to stop because it was too mind-fucking how the older guy made him see stars before his own eyes, sending electrifying jolts all over his body with every thrust Inoo made. But he knew if he did that, someone would hear them.
“F-fuck…” he heard Inoo curse, and the older boy froze, somewhat curving his body over Daiki as if he was hugging him.
Daiki heard how hard Inoo was panting in his ear, the warm breeze lingering on his skin. Inoo didn’t pull out right away, and he noticed how the older boy was closing his eyes contentedly while leaning onto him when he turned his head to the side, only to catch their reflection on the mirror. He wanted to look away, feeling sickened by the picture of his own body being dominated like that, but he couldn’t, especially when Inoo started to once again plant smooches on his back, the motion mesmerising him at some point.
When he thought they were finally done, he saw from their reflection how Inoo’s hand reached out for his arousal again, shivering when he felt the contact. “No… I don’t want to…” Daiki mumbled, trembling his words.
“Don’t be stupid.” Inoo rolled his eyes. The older boy finally pulled away from him, only to turn him to lie on his back, their eyes met while Inoo’s other hand was taking the damp rubber away from the length that was rocking into him just a while ago.
He wanted to protest against it, but Inoo was already kissing him, shutting him down while stroking his arousal one more time. The kiss was the one thing that Daiki hated the most because it was the only thing that he couldn’t pretend he didn’t want. He couldn’t even deny that he thought of it sometimes, wondering why it felt so good, much to his shame.
Arching his body upward, he felt himself getting closer to his own orgasm, his hands unconsciously wrapping themselves around Inoo’s neck to deepen their kiss. The movement in his shaft got faster, almost as if Inoo got the hint that he was close, making his mind go all frantic while his toes curled with the way it electrified him. His eyes were closed as his spine tingled in a joyful sensation, sending him to his climax, sprouting his contents out onto Inoo’s hand.
“Don’t look at me…” was the first thing he said, as he covered his face with one arm, not liking that one stare from Inoo each time they finally done, though Inoo quickly pulled his arm away from his face. Like always.
It made his stomach flipped when Inoo actually licked his cum-stained hand, cleaning it without breaking his eye contact. Daiki couldn’t understand what Inoo was trying to prove by doing so, finding it hard for him to imagine himself doing that if the older boy ever came onto his hand. As the very same hand once again rubbed his head in a delicate manner, almost like a caressing, Daiki turned his body to his side, refusing to look at Inoo because the taller guy had made him do this again.
“You should stop pretending that you don’t like it…” Inoo whispered, lying down next to Daiki as he pulled his blanket over their bodies, shifting closer. Daiki felt the heat from Inoo’s body being so near to him, a hand ghosting on his skin to settle itself down on his tummy, hugging him from behind.
“I’m not pretending,” Daiki answered at last.
There was silence filling up the room. The sound of the clicking clock seemed to be louder than usual as neither of them said a single world, and neither seemed to actually try to go to sleep. Daiki knew that Inoo noticed how by hugging him like that, he would somewhat forgive the older boy. It somehow helped him let it go and just act like nothing happened the next day, back to his lively and cheerful self.
“I love you, you know,” Inoo broke the silence, resting the side of his face on the curve of the back of Daiki’s neck.
Daiki wanted to say that he knew. He knew that Inoo loved him, and it was actually why he always felt like he shouldn’t just walk away. It might be the feeling of obligation, it might be a little sense of pity, but it was mostly because they were best friends. He didn’t want to turn down Inoo’s feeling, and also because at some point it often shocked him how much he kept on coming back to the torture of doing this, as if he actually enjoyed it because it was with Inoo.
“Doesn’t change the fact that we are both guys…” Daiki said instead.
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Not my usual genre, but I kind of like the way it turned out alright.