How do I know that? Easy.
One time he fell asleep on the couch after showering and was only wearing his boxers so I might have looked at him sleeping and seen them. Just the thought of them makes my dick strain against my pajama pants. It’s not the moles that turn me on, it’s the placement, and the way I want to kiss and lick and bite each spot they’re in.
Am I obsessed with him? Maybe a bit.
I’ll never tell him of course because he’ll definitely freak out if I do. After all he sees me as a kid,his kidbut I don’t feel the same. To me he’s everything and more and I want to do indescribable things to him that I’ll never admit out loud.
“Aoi…are you sleeping?” I whisper. “You know I love you, right? I could never live without you.”
He doesn’t answer and I sigh, relieved. His lips part as he breathes in and out. He looks so peaceful. I can feel his heartbeat under my ear, it’s a regular pulse unlike mine. My heart is going to burst.
We haven’t been this physically close in a while and I’m starting to think that it was a bad idea to cuddle. The excitement made me way too horny and all I can think of now is to take hold of his lips.
He suddenly shifts his position, turning his back to me. Thank God, he’s still sleeping. He’d startle if he saw me staring at him in the middle of the night. I slide my arm over his waist and pull him closer to me, spooning him. My face lingers so close to his nape that I can smell his perfume, and it drives me insane.
We use the same bodywash but strangely it smells different on him. It has to have something to do with the natural scent of his skin mixing with the fragrance.
My erection grows and I want to jerk off, but I don’t want to let go of his figure yet. So, I do the unimaginable. Slipping my palms under his shirt I pull him closer to me, relishing the feel of the softness of his skin.
There’s a different kind of intimacy from having skin to skin contact. Simply having my hands on his chest is enough for my satisfaction.
I can’t fucking stand physical touch usually, but Aoi has always been the exception. Even though I sometimes allow my friends to touch me, it’s a rare occasion.
All I do is imagine my fingers roaming his body as he allows me to please him and turn him into a whimpering mess. His breathing hitches but his eyes stay shut, still completely asleep.
Fuck, he’s so lewd without doing anything. I might be losing my mind. How can a man be so sexy?
I glance down between his thighs and notice that he’s hard.
I know it’s a normal bodily reaction and that it has nothing to do with my hands on him, but I wish he craved me too. If only I could suck him off.
Fuck, I can only dream of the obscene sounds that’d escape his lips, and his face twisted in pleasure as he’d come down my throat.
I know I know; I’m not allowed to do it. Let a boy dream, will you?
This is getting harder to contain. I let go of his body and hit the covers off me. I stride towards the bathroom, lock the door behind me and pull down my pants enough to take out my dick. My back leans against the door as I rub my length, sliding my hand up and down in a rhythmic movement to the image of a pleading Aoi.
My breathing grows ragged, and I thrust my hips into my palm. Wet sounds echo in the room. I tilt my head against the frame, inhaling sharply.
The only one that can turn me into this kind of mess is him. I never thought I could ever feel sexual desire for anyone after what that demon did to me in the past, but Aoi has managed to awaken something raw and primitive in me.
I want to feel his skin against the palm of my hands. I want to kiss the wounds he hides behind angelic smiles. Every sound that leaves his lips and every single minute of his life, I want them to be mine.
It takes less time than expected to make me unravel. Panting, I wipe off the evidence of my misdeed with wet wipes. Once I’m done, I pull my pants back up and drag myself back to bed, slipping under the sheets beside Aoi and going back to hugging his figure.
His body curls perfectly into mine as if he were made for me. I listen to his steady heartbeat and let the soft thumping lull me to sleep.
If I’m truly about to lose the only person I ever cared about, then I’ll take every opportunity to be as close to him as I humanly can.
***
I didn’t sleep a wink.
The entire night my brain imagined scenarios of Aoi and I happily in love. Unfortunately, reality slaps me across the face when I wake up. My thoughts wander back to last night and the way Bellami threatened to ruin Aoi’s life if I don’t leave with him.
How am I supposed to tell Aoi about it? He’ll never believe me if I announce that I want to leave.
Fucking hell, I’m just so lost. Ever since Aoi took me in and I began imagining a future with him, I never thought the day I’d have to face something as cruel as leaving him would come.
