Mon coeur est broqueur
Kirishima then locked the door soundly and wandered back to the veranda window, drawing the curtains. ”Let’s start over.”
“Start over?” As he stood there stock still in the dimly lit room, he felt something press against his body, and a moment later he found himself toppling backward as he was shoved onto his back on the bed. “What the hell are you–”
When he tried to lift back up, Kirishima mounted him like a horse, pressing down with all his body weight. As Yokozawa faltered for just how best to respond to this, blinking several times in succession, Kirishima stared down at him, confessing abruptly, “…I lied to you, before.”
“You – lied?”
“…We didn’t sleep together that night. You just misunderstood – and I decided to let it go. Though, we did technically sleep together in the same bed, at least.”
“……..What?”
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“Start over?” As he stood there stock still in the dimly lit room, he felt something press against his body, and a moment later he found himself toppling backward as he was shoved onto his back on the bed. “What the hell are you–”
When he tried to lift back up, Kirishima mounted him like a horse, pressing down with all his body weight. As Yokozawa faltered for just how best to respond to this, blinking several times in succession, Kirishima stared down at him, confessing abruptly, “…I lied to you, before.”
“You – lied?”
“…We didn’t sleep together that night. You just misunderstood – and I decided to let it go. Though, we did technically sleep together in the same bed, at least.”
“……..What?”
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...бля.
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