There was something sensually beautiful about following Haruki's lead. It was as though he was certain without any atom of doubt that the man would lead him to the high he wanted, no to the height of pleasure the man knew he wanted and he would never be disappointed with.
He followed the man's lead even as Haruki raised his body from the chair and turned their body before pressing him against the kitchen island. He thought of what could happen between them on the large kitchen island.
Haruki pulled away his eyes glaring at Hiroshi as he took a step away from him.
Hiroshi who was busy imagining the many spicy things they could invent and explore even in the kitchen, snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the beautiful man that once held him close glaring at him.
He looked around as though searching what would have irritated Haruki. Haruki's frown only deepened before he took another step back as though concluding whatever would have happened next was not worth it.
