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It was one AM in Kunikuzushi’s apartment, and both Kuni himself and his companion had bright shades of scarlet on their cheeks—although maybe for different reasons. It had turned out that Kazuha’s tolerance for alcohol was non-existent. As far as Kunikuzushi could recall, he had not touched more than a glass of wine, but that had appeared to be just enough to turn him into a clingy mess, wrapping his arms around him on the taxi cab and making awfully detailed commentary on how he smelled nice. His skill for poetry had left him too, maybe that would have been a relief if it hadn’t been for the fact that he still tried to come up with a haiku about his scent. It made Kunikuzushi briefly wonder what he had seen in Kazuha to begin with, although it took nothing more than a quick glance for his endless list of reasons to return to his mind. That didn’t take away the fact that he was annoyed, and in desperate need of personal space, lest he’d lose his mind. “Won’t you get off the floor?” Kuni asked, returning from the kitchen with a sandwich, a glass of water, and a big scowl on his face.
“Ghmmhhh… Kuni…”
Seriously, that single glass of wine seemed to have massacred each and everyone of Kazuha’s remaining brain cells. Kunikuzushi could do nothing but sigh as he took a seat on the couch and reached out his hand to offer him a taste of the snack. It was a desperate attempt to sober him up, at least enough to get him into bed—to sleep . He hated himself for doing that remark in his head. “Eat. It’ll do you good.”
On the bright side, Kazuha had been awfully obedient and hurriedly scooted over to his side in order to eat. On the less brighter one, he had kept both of his hands on the floor, supporting the weight of his upper body as he leaned forward and took a bite off the sandwich straight from Kuni’s hand, like a fucking dog. Kunikuzushi felt his face boil. “Don’t you have a sense of shame?!”
To this Kazuha grumbled, staring at him with puppy dog eyes through his drunken, glazed stare. “Are you mad at me?” He asked, like a goddamn child.
“I’m not— Gah! You’re just being annoying,” Kunikuzushi complained, putting the sandwich aside for a mere second.
However, he found himself freezing upon feeling a foreign weight landing on his knees, only to look towards them and find Kazuha’s chin resting atop of them, his disheveled blonde hair spreading over his jeans, red eyes gazing up at him as he whined: “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t— Oh, for fuck’s sake. What on earth will I do with you?!”
There was hardly any way Kunikuzushi’s face could get any redder. His rational, defensive side begged for him to take his eyes off of Kazuha, maybe even push him away, in an attempt to get rid of the hammering within his chest. However, some other part of him—he refused to call it his heart—resisted, and remained in the same position, glaring at Kazuha, who had perhaps gotten too comfortable by resting his arms on his lap as he pouted at him pathetically.
(Kunikuzushi felt like stabbing himself multiple times for thinking he looked beautiful).
“Am I a bad kisser?” Kazuha then asked, almost moping.
“What?” There was quite literally no other reaction Kunikuzushi could have mustered.
They were actors, both of them. Kunikuzushi had been brought before the camera since he had been old enough to hold his head up right, a veteran in film acting. Kazuha, on the other hand, was a newbie, and yet, the whole world had turned their eyes on him after a single, lucky appearance in a successful movie. It made Kunikuzushi somewhat jealous, to think how long he had worked for something that guy had achieved within just a couple years.
He thought he’d hate Kazuha. He did for a while, but much to his dismay, he was quick to understand just why everybody seemed so infatuated by him—he had a natural charm that made Kunikuzushi unable to keep his mind off him. Effortlessly gallant, kind hearted, stupidly pretty; it was as if he had been carved by the gods with the sole purpose to drive people insane. It made Kunikuzushi fix on the idea of destroying him as if it was a primal, gutural need. Instead, though, whenever he found his hands around his neck, it would be to pull Kazuha closer as they kissed. It was difficult not to want to kiss him after having gotten a first taste—it had been for the sake of the script, back when it all started. Cameras had surrounded them as Kunikuzushi’s character stood on their tip toes for a kiss. And a kiss it was. Suddenly, Kunikuzushi had forgotten about his character and had given in to the feeling of his mouth, caressing his cheek with his fingers as he allowed himself to relish the moment.
“Cut!”
That voice bringing him back to reality made him feel like judgment day had arrived, and he went pale as he parted, eyes widening upon the realization of what had just happened—of what he had just felt.
“You have great chemistry. Kunikuzushi, do exactly the same thing, but avoid putting your hand on Kazuha’s face this time, I want his facial expression to remain visible from this angle.”
Fuck.
After that, having to retake kissing scenes over and over had become a common occurrence, to the point where Kazuha eventually suggested they should practice backstage. Their making out sessions, though, had most definitely grown longer and more passionate than the film had ever required them to be. Having an affair with Kaedehara Kazuha had not the outcome he was expecting upon agreeing to star in that film, but it was a fate he begrudgingly had begun to accept. Being able to claim Kazuha as his own was probably the second best thing after ruining him and provoking his downfall. Who knew, maybe one day he could bring himself to do both—if only Kazuha would only stop staring at him with stars in his eyes.
“Am I a bad kisser?” He repeated, not changing his position, nor expression, in the slightest.
Kunikuzushi had no choice but to stare at him in bewilderment. “No, you’re—why are you even asking me this?!”
“Because you are the best kisser I’ve ever met, and when we’re together on set all I want is for it all to be real…”
Kunikuzushi forgot how to breathe, or how to exist, by that matter.
“And I think about you always, because you always look so pretty. Even right now, although you’re so angry at me, you look so, so pretty. I just want to kiss you, and touch you, and…”
“Leave it there!” Kunikuzushi managed to snarl before Kazuha continued. God! He was awfully drunk, telling him the worst sweet nothings he had ever heard, and still got his heart racing like it wanted to burst through his ribcage. “I’m not angry at you, alright? And you’re not a bad kisser either, just…”
“But you don’t like me, do you?” He interrupted him once again.
His eyes were glassy, moisture was beginning to gather around his eyelids. Kunikuzushi could do nothing but stare, baffled, mouth agape, suddenly feeling an odd mixture between guilt and compassion. “Why would you think that?”
“You only ever get near me for work,” Kazuha proceeded, finally ceasing to look at him for an instant and closing his eyes. Still, Kunikuzushi allowed himself to feel relief too quickly, because next thing Kazuha did was rub his cheeks over his thigh until he nestled there in a way that made him ache. “and for a moment I thought you liked me, but then it turned out you were only getting near me for practice. You act so good that I even believed it…”
“Wait, no, Kazuha, that was not—” Kunikuzushi stopped, swallowing saliva to quell the knot in his throat. Was this truly what Kazuha thought? That he didn’t care? “Goddammit, you can be so fucking stupid. Kazuha, I like you.”
Kazuha’s eyes opened once again, ruby iris staring right into his eyes, almost in a plea. “You like me?”
“Yes, for fuck sake! I thought you knew that! And now you’re rubbing your face all over my lap and it’s like torture! What on earth do you think you’re doing?!”
Kazuha lifted his face, finally , although his arms remained on him, in the same position. His eyes stared at him, still on the brink of tears. There was a small gap between his lips, one that lured Kunikuzushi into staring, even though he knew Kazuha was out of his senses.
“Let me kiss you, please?” Kazuha requested, looking pathetically beautiful.
“What?”
“Just a little bit, please, just a little bit…” Kazuha continued to beg, body raising from his lap until they were at eye level. “Just… a little bit.”
Kunikuzushi’s eyes were wide, staring at Kazuha’s face, paralyzed—there had been eye contact, even if just briefly, before the red irises before him dropped, finding Kunikuzushi’s lips far more interesting. He gasped, trying to collect enough air to muster his name, but failed as soon as Kazuha’s lips enraptured his own in a manner that was far too familiar to him by now. Kazuha exhaled through the nose, his breath tickling Kunikuzushi’s skin as two hands wrapped around his head. He felt fingers running through his hair, gripping and pulling slightly in a way that made him release a small moan.
That was a mistake. Making any sort of sound had been a fatal mistake.
Kazuha parted, face hovering over his as he smiled, without taking his hands off him for an instant as he spoke. “You’re so perfect, Kuni.”
“Kazuha…” Kunikuzushi breathed, unable to stop looking at the way his messy head fell down on the sides of his face, white locks so close to him. The face before him was hypnotic, with those crimson flushed cheeks matching the ruby eyes gazing down upon him, in a hunger that he had always suspected to be there, but had remained conceited behind his coworker's obnoxious courtesy.
“You make things so hard for me,” Kazuha continued. “I want to kiss you so much, I want to feel you all over. But I also want to stay just like this, looking at you. Do you know how pretty you look right now? Staring at me like that?”
Kunikuzushi opened his mouth, unsure if he wanted to speak or kiss him again. The alcohol had hardly altered his mind, but Kazuha had—he always did. He had a mysterious way to warp his thoughts and lure them in his direction. It was as infuriating as it was irresistible. “Kazuha, you’re drunk,” he managed to whisper. The statement was undeniably true, but if Kunikuzushi’s time had come for him to be honest, he thought it just added all the more beauty to Kazuha’s already maddening charm. He was weak to his raspy, slurred voice, and the way his controlled and cordial mannerism had been washed over by this passionate and disastrous manner of speech. His eyes were the worst, though, glazed over, partly closed, and gazing at him in utter, undeniable affection.
His smile crumbled. “Do you not like me like this, Kuni?”
There it was again, the heartbreak stare, clutching onto Kunikuzushi’s heart as if threatening to make it burst. “Kazuha, you know that’s not…”
“Tell me that you like me again,” he requested, gaze softening. Kunikuzushi felt like dying on the spot.
“I’ve already said—”
“Please?” He begged, lowering himself before him once again while giving him that painful pleading stare.
Kuni had to take in a deep breath. “I like you.”
“Even like this?” Kazuha asked again.
So much it might kill me, Kunikuzushi thought, although the only words that left his mouth were “yes, even like this”
“Then let me have you, Kuni,” he proceeded, one of his hands trailing down his neck as he came closer, once again. Kunikuzushi had to dart his eyes away as he felt Kazuha’s nose hover over his skin, taking in his scent. His presence felt like static all over his skin, threatening to drive him insane. “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you say. Just let me have you…”
“Kazuha, it’s not—”
On that night, Kazuha appeared to be fixed on not allowing Kunikuzushi to finish a sentence. He found himself forced to stop, taking in a big gasp as he felt Kazuha’s lips kiss on his throat, his tongue trailing upwards the center of his neck before parting, giving him the puppy eyes once more. “Please…” he repeated, words laced with a kiss on the side of his chin. “Please…”
“Fuck, Kazuha…” he shivered as Kazuha once again took it upon himself to stop him from talking, licking on his ear in a way that made Kunikuzushi’s entire face grow hot.
“Is this not good for you?” he whispered once he was done toying with his earlobe, fingers gliding over his collar bones, pushing the neckline of his shirt. “Tell me what you’d like.”
Kunikuzushi panted, beginning to feel weak and feverish. Silently, he cursed every letter of the name Kaedehara Kazuha, before taking his hands to his collar and putting some space within them. “Lay down. If you want this so badly, we’re doing things my way.”
He was pleased to find that Kazuha did not argue this time around, and instead followed his command obediently, allowing Kunikuzushi to push his back onto the couch as he shifted his own position, knees at the sides of Kazuha’s hips, hands landing on his stomach. “You’ve been awfully annoying tonight,” he complained, sitting over his pelvis.
“I can’t help it,” Kazuha answered in a soft, breathy tone.
“I’m never letting you drink again.”
“Okay,” Kazuha quickly agreed. His eyes were opened wider now, as if astonished by Kuni’s sudden determination. He grew tamer, obediently remaining in position as he allowed Kunikuzushi to take control.
“Are you sure you want this?” Kunikuzushi asked again, his tone lowering, the question escaping his lips almost timidly. The intricacies of Kazuha’s body were, after all, an unknown realm to him. He had graced his hands over them, his own imagination building scenarios of how it would feel to remove the brief distance their clothes posed and allow his senses to set sail through his nudity. Yet, even then, the Kazuha that had wrapped him around his arms was different—at work, Kazuha had always been gentle, yet empowered, far more level headed than Kunikuzushi could hope to be. His calmness filled him with trepidation. There was no way he could alter the waters of the serene lake Kazuha was, no matter how much he kicked and insulted and thrashed about, Kazuha would remain the same. And yet, there he was, sitting atop of that very same Kazuha, not a trace of his usual calmness and control remaining in his pitiful, needy expression. Kunikuzushi pulled the strings now—if he wanted Kazuha to despair, he’d do so; if he wanted to grant him the gift of ellation, he’d do it. Control. He had always thought he wanted it, yet at that instant, it was terrifying.
“Kuni… I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“You’re a liar,” Kunikuzushi argued.
“I’m not.”
“You are,” he repeated in a hiss. “you come up with all these flowery verses of how much you like me. It’s maddening.”
“Kuni,” Kazuha continued, smiling warmly. “I’m not a liar, I’m a poet.”
Kunikuzushi took in a sharp breath through his teeth, glaring at Kazuha’s loving expression. He was on top, he was in a better condition, he was above him. Yet why was Kazuha once again speaking as if he was floating above it all once again? “Shut up,” Kuni then said, “you’re not speaking again until I say so.”
He brought his hand to cover up his mouth to reinforce his point, and let out a chuckle once he felt Kazuha’s breath tickling on his palm, hot and humid. “That’s much better,” he said, retreating his hand as he scooted backwards, now sitting atop his thighs as he brought his hands over to his crotch.
“Kuni…” Kazuha moaned.
Kunikuzushi shot him a glare. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Kazuha went quiet, his glazed, disgustingly smitten eyes still glued on him. “That 's what I thought. Now, where was I…?”
He went to the top of his jeans, unbuttoning the fabric before undoing the zip. Kazuha’s gray underwear came into view. Kunikuzushi laughed again, running his index finger atop of his still clothed dick before looking back up at him. “You know? I always thought you’d be the one to undress me first,” he admitted, his confession laced with mockery. “You’d take your time teasing me, wouldn’t you? You sick pervert. You’d have your fun watching me squirm and shit. Well, you don’t get that. I will get to see you first, and I will torture you just as much.”
He lowered his body, breathing atop his sex, then giving him one mischievous stare before biting on his boxer’s elastic, slowly dragging it down as his hands did the same with his pants. However, his excitement was quickly dampened once Kazuha’s sex had been finally left exposed and Kunikuzushi frowned, almost offended. “Really? All this eagerness to ‘have me’ and you are still this flaccid?” Kazuha opened his mouth, but Kuni quickly shut him. “This does not mean you can speak.”
Content upon seeing Kazuha closing his mouth, Kuni returned his attention to his groin, running the tips of his fingers around him in a manner of teasing. He watched as Kazuha hitched a breath and grinned, proceeding to lick on the lower part of his abdomen as he did. He enjoyed feeling of his muscles twitching under his tongue. And yet, he once again found himself disappointed upon the sight of his still flaccid dick. Deciding it wasn’t working, he wrapped his hands around it and began to grope it, running his fingers up and down. Kazuha huffed, and Kuni’s eyes darted up, catching sight of the way cheeks flushed as he stared at his maneuver. Yet, his sex did not harden much further; the mere sight of it was infuriating to Kuni, who, unwilling to take that loss, knelt between Kazuha’s legs. lowering his torso once more as he began licking its tip, fingers still teasing the lower parts of it. Kazuha groaned again, but not much changed. Even as he wrapped his lips around it and took it in whole, the situation had remained the same.
After several minutes of trying everything he could possibly think of, Kunikuzushi let go of his dick, glaring up at Kazuha as he asked “what the actual fuck?!”
Kazuha stared back at him timidly, like a goddamn rabbit, with a ridiculous pout, taking a few instants before responding in any way. “Are you allowing me to speak now?”
“Well, I just asked you a fucking question, didn’t I?!” He had also done so before, but on the previous ones, he hadn’t actually wanted an answer. Now, however, he found himself in deep need for an explanation.
Kunikuzushi watched as Kazuha opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it once again. “I was trying to tell you how I didn’t think I could… You know…”
Upon hearing that, Kunikuzushi felt his face go red, both from rage and embarrassment. “And you didn’t think of telling me that sooner?!”
“You wouldn’t let me!”
A frustrated groan escaped Kuni’s lips as he left his spot on the couch and proceeded to walk around the living room in circles, fuming. “So you just allowed me to make a fool of myself while I tried with everything I had to suck you off?!”
“I-I… I was not mocking you or anything!” Kazuha hurried to reassure, picking his torso up from the couch as he took a seat on it once again. “It was just hot! I promise I—!”
“I don’t want to hear that!” Kunikuzushi roared, right before running his fingers through his own hair to cope with the exasperation. “I’m never— God! You’re never allowed to be drunk near me again, Kazuha!”
“Okay…” he mumbled in response, lowering his head in shame.
Fuck you. You’re so lucky you have pretty privilege, Kunikuzushi thought, sitting back on the opposite side of the couch as he crossed his arms and bounced his leg trying to let off some steam.
“Are you mad at me?” Kazuha asked, and Kuni had no choice but to roll his eyes.
“You made a fool of me,” Kunikuzushi spat.
“That’s not what I wanted to do, I promise!” Kunikuzushi felt as the cushions of the couch shifted when Kazuha scooted over closer to him, hands landing dangerously close to his thighs, yet thankfully not daring to touch them. “If you’d let me, I could make it up to you.”
Kunikuzushi did not reply.
“Kuni?” Kazuha tried again, and Kunikuzushi could feel him coming closer. “Could you look at me? Please?”
Kuni refused to, even moving his head slightly in the opposite direction—Kazuha wouldn’t allow that, though. He was quick to find the gentle tingle of his fingers finding the lower side of his chin, careful not to exert any pressure, and gently guiding his gaze back onto Kazuha.
“I’m sorry,” Kazuha murmured.
“You’ve apologized a lot today.”
“I’ve been very sorry,” he insisted, tilting his head to the side in a way that made Kunikuzushi’s body shiver. He found himself unable to reply. “Let me make it up to you,” Kazuha said after a while.
“How?” Kunikuzushi asked, although he would very quickly find that there was no real reason to make such a question. Kazuha got off the couch, returning to that stupid position he had taken when all of that mess had started; kneeling before him, right in front of his knees, resting his hands atop his legs as he stared at him like a puppy begging for attention. “Kazuha…” he murmured, once again mesmerized by his vulnerability.
“Please, let me do this for you,” Kazuha breathed, pushing himself closer. His eyes glistened in eagerness in awe, and Kunikuzushi’s heart felt like it wanted to self-destruct within his ribcage.
“Do you really want this that badly?” Kunikuzushi asked, feeling as if he could melt when he saw Kazuha’s decisive nodding. “Then go. But be quick, alright? I’m not in the mood to tolerate any teasing.”
“Of course,” Kazuha answered, giving him the widest, brightest smile he had ever witnessed upon those lips.
As promised, Kazuha did not pull any stunts. He moved over, nestling himself between Kunikuzushi’s legs and undoing his pants quickly, briefly allowing himself to marvel over his underwear before pulling those off too. He stopped then, staring with his lips parted, without saying a word, a gesture Kunikuzushi found irritating. “What is it now?!” He hurried to interrogate.
Kazuha’s eyes darted up at him. “You shaved,” he commented, prompting Kunikuzushi’s ears to burn.
“What about it?”
“Was it for me?” he asked, smiling like a child about to be given candy.
Yes. That was the truthful answer, although it was not one Kunikuzushi would have never brought himself to give. “Don’t flatter yourself, I just like keeping it this way. Now go, do your thing, or I might lose my patience.”
At the very least, Kazuha had the decency not to argue. His fingers gripped over Kunikuzushi’s thighs, spreading his legs further, before taking them closer to his groin. He spread his folds, looking up at him again. “You’re wet,” he commented once again. There was not a trace of mockery in his tone, and his eyes hurt him—it was that stare, those wide red eyes shining as if they were looking at the most precious thing in the world. He had seen them before, when Kazuha would stop to catch his breath, and Kunikuzushi would have no option but to groan and pull him back into a kiss to get them out of his sight.
“Just do. Your. Thing. Alright?” he commanded once more, feeling as if he would explode if he had to deal with those eyes for a second longer.
Kazuha lowered his head again, closing his eyes. He spread his folds further, and the brief feeling of chill air on his most sensitive area was quickly interrupted by Kazuha’s first lick on his clit. It was soft, delicate, like a cat cleaning a kitten, and yet it forced Kunikuzushi to close his eyes and let out a heated huff. His lips twitched once he did it again, and he cursed himself silently for thinking it would be a good idea to look back at him, only to find those wide red eyes back on him, staring expectantly while he toyed with his intimacy.
“Was that alright?” Kazuha asked in a soft, breathy voice.
“Keep going,” Kuni demanded, soon closing his eyes shut once Kazuha kept going at it.
He had to take in a gasp as soon as Kazuha obeyed and gave his clit another lick, right before growing more passionate and sucking it in its entirety, dutifully, as if tasting the finest of this world’s delicacies. “Fuck, Kazuha…” he moaned, wrapping his hand around the back of Kazuha’s head and pulling on his hair. The motion seemed to only encourage him further, because soon enough, he was kissing it passionately, altering between licks and sucks as his fingers found its way into his cavity, pulling them in and out, slowly at first, as if testing him. “Kazuha…”
He felt Kazuha’s mouth leave his sex, and the sudden lack of attention forced him to look down upon him once again. “Why did you—” He quickly regretted even daring to lay his eyes on him, seeing as he was staring up at him again, only to meet his flushed cheeks, and shiny lips, wet from his own juices. The worst, though, would forever be those needy, enamored eyes, threatening to drive him insane. He moaned once again while Kazuha’s thumb pressed against his clit, drawing slow circles upon it. “You’re gonna—”
“Let me look at you, please,” Kazuha begged, his voice hoarse, his mouth keeping a permanent gap between his lips. “I want to look at your face as I do you. Please…”
Kunikuzushi squirmed, another moan leaving his mouth as his head jerked forward and his eyes shut. “Why would you—” he stopped again, breathing in through his teeth.
“Please,” he said, flicking his clit once again. “I’ll be nice, please…”
With each ‘please’ that he said, he toyed with his clit in a way that left Kunikuzushi no choice but to whine out in pleasure. “Fuck you… Ah!” He could not contain himself as Kazuha licked him once again—a brief, gentle torture provided with the tip of his tongue before returning his eyes to him and asking ‘please’ once again.
“Alright! Just— Ah… Finish already…”
Kazuha smiled, his movements becoming more energetic and fast paced. Fingers went up and down inside of him while his thumb flicked rapidly across his clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through Kunikuzushi’s body. It did not take long before his spine began arching, legs trembling while Kazuha brought him closer and closer to the edge. Those red eyes kept their careful watch on him the whole time—they stared at him in marvel and fascination, as if Kunikuzushi’s reactions were some sort of divine sight. It was unbearable, so much so that Kunikuzushi could not fight the urge to do something about it. He took his hand over to Kazuha’s forehead, pulling on his bangs. He smirked in delight once he heard the hitched breath Kazuha drew in. “You’re enjoying this…” he said amidst pants, “aren’t you?”
“I can’t help it,” Kazuha answered in a pained groan, “you’re so beautiful.”
Those words were the last straw. Suddenly, the pleasure was overflowing. His head fell backwards as his eyes rolled behind his skull. Moans escaped his lips repeatedly as the pleasure came crushing down his mind erasing all coherent thoughts. It was all Kazuha. The world was Kazuha—it cried his name in both curse and praise simultaneously, because no other being could ever enrage him so profoundly and then lift him to the heavens all within that night. His own left hand found its way over to his chest, toying with his nipples from above the fabric, while his right one kept its pull on Kazuha’s hair, going even harder. “Kazuha… Kazuha…”
“Keep going, Kuni, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…” Kazuha marveled over, prompting yet another, loud moan to escape Kunikuzushi’s mouth. He felt himself broken, feeling the peak of his orgasm overwhelming his senses, as if his soul would leave his body any instant now, right before slowly coming down to reality. His breathing was still agitated, chest heaving up and down as he rested his back fully against the couch. He opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, while Kazuha’s fingers finally left his sex and the throbbing of his clit felt even more apparent. “Did I do well?” the god forsaken idiot dared to ask.
“You motherfucking… I’m not answering that.”
He felt something humid and warm in his inner thigh, and he lowered his gaze to find that Kazuha had landed a gentle, quick kiss upon it, then to look up at him with a smile. “Thanks for allowing me to taste you.”
Kunikuzushi turned his gaze away, unable to bear a single second more of Kazuha’s unrequested chivalrousness. “Just… Whatever, you got what you wanted. Can we go to bed now?”
“Together?”
He stopped., tensing his lips into one thin line. Fuck you, Kaedehara Kazuha. “Sure, together. But just for tonight.”