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"Do you guys fight often?" Reze asked casually as she made, or at least tried to make, a chocolate cake, her eyes fixed on the batter. Angel was leaning back on the couch, watching Reze's efforts to bake the cake.
Angel let out a low, thoughtful "hmm…" "No, Aki and I don't usually fight that often. But sometimes it happens. I don't even need to ask that about you and Denji."
Reze let out a soft snort. "Sure."
Reze remained focused on the batter, doing her best to ensure it didn't turn out too hard or too soft like her last attempts. "But sometimes a fight leads to interesting consequences," she remarked, almost as if she were thinking out loud.
Angel tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. Reze finally looked up, staring at Angel with a smile that carried a certain mischief, the same one Denji makes when he's about to crack the most generic double entendre possible. "You know, don't you? Or did things never get too intense after a fight between you and Aki…? Huh?"
Angel blinked a few times, clearly taken by surprise by the remark.
Reze widened her lips into that same mischievous smile. "Don't tell me you've never had sex to settle an argument, huh? You know… swapping dialogue for another, more convenient kind of resolution. Wearing lingerie, maybe… instead of an apology, that sort of thing."
Angel looked away, thoughtful, clearly trying to decide if she was serious or just bluffing.
Reze let out a low chuckle, as if his confusion were answer enough. "You've never tried turning the tables like that?"
Angel narrowed his eyes before looking at her again. "You talk as if that were a foolproof strategy…" he murmured, slightly skeptical. "Are you serious?"
Reze let out a small snort, as if his doubt were almost funny. "I'm serious, yes." She affirmed and turned her eyes back to the batter. "Not everything has to turn into a serious conversation, you know? You can steer things in your favor sometimes. There are things that speak louder than any argument."
She paused, looking almost pensive.
"Lingerie, for example. It's hard to keep arguing when someone shows up in front of you wearing some." She explained with an amused twinkle in her eyes.
It took a second for Angel's expression to change, but when it did, the confusion gave way to something more curious, almost interested. "Lingerie?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly.
Reze shrugged, unconcerned. "Yes. Don't tell me you don't know what lingerie is." She teased.
Angel rolled his eyes, letting out a humorless snort. "Of course I know," he replied, a little defensively. "I just never thought about wearing one, and Aki never brought it up."
He added, the idea of wearing a lingerie set beginning to take root in his mind.
Reze took her eyes off the bowl to look at Angel again. "You should try it," she suggested bluntly.
Angel locked eyes with Reze. "Seriously. It's just an outfit… that'll guarantee an experience that's not very common for you, but it's definitely going to be really good." She paused, focusing on the cake again. "If you want, I'll help you with it. I can lend you some. Denji really likes them, so I have a lot I've never worn."
Angel blinked repeatedly, letting out a low laugh, almost incredulous.
"You're really offering this as if it were… I don't know, lending a shirt," he commented, shaking his head slightly.
He looked away for a second, thoughtful; Reze's suggestive proposal and tone really made him consider it. He hesitated, but the tempting offer unsettled him. "Okay…" he muttered. "But this stays between us."
Reze didn't try to hide the smile that appeared almost immediately, as if she'd been expecting exactly that response.
"I knew it," she said, confidently, more to herself than to him, clearly satisfied.
She beat the batter for a few more moments, poured it into a baking pan, and as she did, she fixed her gaze on Angel. "What color do you want? You'd look good in… white and pink."
"White or pink…?" He repeated in a low, drawn-out voice, laced with curiosity and hesitation.
Angel blinked silently, trying to focus, feeling a slight blush rise to his cheeks, his body slightly tense. He was a little awkward, even a bit nervous; that idea really stirred him and his imagination.
She turned her attention back to the cake pan, holding it carefully before placing it in the oven, the heat beginning to spread through the room along with the sweet smell of the cake. "Yes, those colors suit you," she said with a half-smile. "Well, at least that's what I think," she added after adjusting the pan in the oven, leaning against the counter and looking back at Angel once more. "Since I'm going to lend it to you anyway, let's go take a look at some options while the cake bakes." She gestured with her hand, silently inviting him to follow her.
Angel hesitated for a moment, biting his cheek lightly, as if that could somehow contain the blush that stubbornly crept up his face.
Finally, he got up from the couch and began to follow her, each step laden with curiosity, nervousness, and a silent tension that seemed to fill the entire room around him.
Reze walked ahead with light steps, leading Angel through the apartment to Denji's bedroom. Upon reaching the bedroom, Reze walked over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer, beginning to rummage through it carefully. "Just a moment," she said without taking her eyes off the drawer, "sit there on the bed for now."
Angel settled in, still a little nervous, watching her every move. Reze ran her fingers quickly over the objects inside the drawer, rummaging through them a bit, searching intently. After a few moments, her expression of concentration gave way to a mischievous smile; she pulled out a small, sealed clear plastic bag and, with a not-so-gentle gesture, tossed it onto the bed next to Angel. "I've never used this one, take a look," she suggested.
Angel's gaze shifted away from Reze, now focused on the bag, taking a moment to react. He picked up the plastic, examining it in silence. His fingers touched the plastic with some caution, but the stiffness of his touch and movements betrayed his nervousness, as if that simple little bag weighed twice its actual weight.
Reze was leaning against the wardrobe, just watching and enjoying the situation, that silly smile still on her face.
Angel opened the bag with the same caution,
the movement a little more abrupt than he intended. The sound of the plastic echoed through the room, breaking the silence. Upon finally revealing the set completely, Angel appraised it, causing him to let out a small sigh through his nose and a blush to rise to his cheeks. The set is entirely white, consisting of a pair of gloves, a bra, panties, and a pair of stockings. The gloves are long and appear to be quite tight-fitting, reaching nearly to the elbows, made of a thin, slightly translucent material. The bra has a lightweight, non-padded design with a soft silhouette, without appearing overly structured. The edges are finished with fine lace, and in the center, a small bow joins the two pieces. The straps were thin and made of a firmer material for support. The panties are made of a material that is intentionally thinner than the others. The fabric appears mostly smooth, with light lace details or trim along the edges, thin straps extending to the waistband, and a small bow right in the middle, tying the straps to the front of the panties. The stockings are thigh-high, reaching up to the thighs, with a firm yet delicate fit. The top has a slightly more elaborate lace trim. "Isn't… that a little too small or short…?" he murmured.
Reze let out a low laugh, smiling mischievously from ear to ear. "Of course it is, that's the point." She said casually. "If it were big, it wouldn't serve its purpose." She added, shrugging.
Angel let out a short sigh, running his free hand through his hair. "Yeah, really," he murmured in agreement.
"Then stop overthinking it," she argued, rolling her eyes. "Just try it on—it won't bite, okay?" Her mischievous smile gave way to something more reassuring.
Angel looked away from Reze, now focused on the undergarment in his hands, observing it in silence. "Go try it on in Aki's room." She sighed, already turning toward the door. "I need to get back to the kitchen to check on the cake… I can't let it burn this time. I have to take it to Denji later; he's on duty today." She opened the bedroom door with a carefree gesture and walked out without waiting for a reply, disappearing down the hallway, leaving Angel alone in silence.
Angel looked at the open door before finally getting up. The apartment seemed quieter now; his every step down the hallway sounded louder than usual as he made his way to Aki's room.
Upon arriving, he hesitated for a moment before the half-open door, as if he could still turn back, but ended up pushing it open slowly and stepping inside, letting the door close behind him with a click that echoed louder than it should have. Angel took a few cautious steps until he stopped in front of the mirror, as if he'd been drawn there without realizing it. He stood motionless for a few seconds, just staring at his own reflection, the garment still clasped between his fingers. It took a while before he finally moved, even then without conviction.
He brought his hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off slowly. The shirt was set aside without much attention. His pants followed soon after, along with the boxer briefs he was wearing, with the same lack of haste. Angel took a deep breath when he was done, now completely naked, his fingers lightly squeezing the white fabric.
Angel took a deep breath and turned his face away, instinctively avoiding the mirror.
He began to move slowly, his movements a little stiff. He let the garments fall to the floor, picked one up, and began to put it on, without haste. Starting with the panties, he slipped the small white garment over one of his feet and then the other, pulling them up slowly.
The garment hugged his hips tightly; the straps fit perfectly around his waist, almost exactly his size, as if tailor-made, fitting with precision. He crouched down to pick up another item, the stockings, and put them on slowly and gently with restrained movements. The stockings hugged his thighs, squeezing them impeccably, fitting perfectly. He looked at the items on the floor, analyzing the ones still missing. A bra and a pair of gloves. He wasn't going to wear that bra, definitely not. He picked it up and tossed it onto the bed without giving it much thought. Finally, the last piece, the gloves. Even though they weren't much, they could make a big difference in the final result. He grabbed the pair and put them on a little more hurriedly, finishing the process more quickly.
The room fell silent, and for a few seconds Angel did nothing but stand there, looking at himself with his head down, avoiding the mirror, feeling insecure.
What if he looked ridiculous?
The image of Aki came to mind immediately afterward, almost automatically, bringing with it a slight tightness in his chest. What if he didn't like it? What if it was too much? The thought made his body freeze for a moment; the fear of rejection or embarrassment invaded his mind.
He sighed, trying to shake off those thoughts. Adjusting his posture, he moved slowly, finally catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, but avoiding looking at the whole picture at once.
His hand moved, lightly brushing the fabric, feeling the fit. Angel shifted his posture slightly, almost without realizing it, turning his body a little to the side, trying to see himself better. The sensation of the fabric kept him aware of himself, of every small movement, of every detail. How the panties clung to his skin, they were wider in the front, with the straps fastened at his waist, the bow right in the center, and the back intentionally thinner, shorter, and even more detailed with lace. The silence no longer felt so heavy. The discomfort was still there, but it no longer dominated everything.
Angel took a step back, staring at the reflection with more courage. A mixture of sensations took hold of him. Strangeness, shyness, less nervousness, but not necessarily more ease.
He wasn't doing anything, just looking, and at some point, looking turned into something different; without realizing it, the tension in his shoulders eased, and his uncertain expression faded little by little, replaced by gentleness and nervousness.
Eventually his fingers reached the stockings. He slid them down slowly, without haste, with the same care he'd used when putting them on. The first one slid down his thigh without resistance, the second, the same. The panties were next. His fingers touched the thin straps at his waist for a moment before pulling them down, the fabric sliding easily over his skin. The gloves were last. He pulled each one off his fingers, one at a time, the gesture now quicker than when he'd first put them on. Angel looked at the items gathered in his hand. White, small, slightly crumpled. He placed them against his chest, without giving much thought to how they were arranged, and turned toward the bedroom bathroom.
The bathroom had that specific silence of a small room, the kind that muffles the sounds from the rest of the apartment and creates a stillness of its own. Angel turned on the shower and stood beside it, waiting for the water to heat up. Steam began to form slowly. Clear your mind. That's what he'd told himself. He needed to get rid of that nervousness, it's just a piece of clothing, right?
His mind rarely cooperated when asked to do so.
Would he like it?
The thought weighed on him more heavily than Angel had expected.
He let it linger for a while, without trying to push it away and without reaching any useful conclusion.
The water kept falling. The steam kept building up on the ceiling. And Angel stood there thinking without coming to any conclusion.
Angel snapped out of his trance when he heard Reze's voice. "I'm going to drop off Denji's lunch, okay?! And tell Power, when she gets here, that this time I put her name on the container so she better not come complaining later that—"
The rest was swallowed up by the sound of the water.
Angel didn't answer; he just listened to her footsteps growing fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.
The apartment fell silent.
A silence different from before, emptier, somehow more spacious. He finally stepped into the shower.
The hot water fell on his shoulders and Angel stood still for a moment, letting it wash over him.
He wasn't thinking about anything in particular, or at least he was trying not to think.
He stayed longer than he intended. Time passed strangely, slow and fast at the same time, as it used to when his mind was too busy to pay attention to the clock.
When he finally turned off the shower, the bathroom was completely silent, the kind of heavy silence that comes after the constant sound of running water. He dried himself without rushing, running the towel over his face, his arms, the rest of him. When he got to his hair, he grabbed the hair dryer that was stored under the sink—Aki's—and turned it on without thinking much, setting it to medium power and a warm stream, the noise filling the bathroom again. The hot air passed through his fingers along with his hair, and Angel stood facing the mirror, now clear of steam, staring absently at his own reflection, his mind still somewhat unfocused, still without any conclusion.
A sound.
The sound was low, muffled by the distance and the noise of the hair dryer, but Angel recognized it immediately. The front door had a specific way of closing. Angel already knew that sound by heart.
He turned off the hair dryer.
Silence returned all at once, more complete than before, and Angel stood still with the dryer still in his hand, listening.
Aki's footsteps were easy to distinguish, rhythmic and unhurried, the kind of stride someone takes when they're tired but won't admit it out loud. Angel followed them in his mind down the hallway to the bedroom door. Angel held his breath without realizing it.
The footsteps stopped outside the bedroom.
There was a brief pause, the kind that lasts less than three seconds but feels considerably longer when you're on the other side waiting, and then Angel heard the bedroom door open.
Silence.
Not the silence of someone who walked in and immediately started doing something. The silence of someone who stopped.
Angel didn't move, the hair dryer still in his hand, his gaze fixed on the mirror, fogged at the edges, his heart beating at a slightly faster pace than it should.
Then came Aki's voice, low and completely calm, which somehow was always harder to deal with than if he were upset.
"Angel."
It wasn't a question. It wasn't a statement either. It wasn't a greeting. It was the specific tone Aki used when he was hiding his true reaction behind something more controlled, and Angel knew that tone very well.
A pause.
"What's that on my bed?"
Angel froze when he realized. Shit, the bra. Angel had left it on the bed. Shit.
Angel didn't answer right away.
He placed the hair dryer back under the sink with a careful movement, as if the slowness of the gesture could buy him some useful time. He stood facing the sink for a second, his fingers still resting on the edge, with no ready answer.
"Angel."
Aki's voice again, a little closer now, as if he had taken a step toward the bathroom. The same controlled tone, but with something more beneath it, a thin layer of impatience.
"I know you're listening to me."
Angel closed his eyes for a moment.
"It's just one thing, some clothes…" He finally replied, his voice coming out more casual than he'd expected, which probably wouldn't help at all. "It's no big deal, just let it go."
The pause on the other end lasted long enough to be torturous.
"One thing," Aki repeated. It wasn't agreement. It was the kind of repetition that meant, I'm processing the fact that Angel just said that.
"That's a bra, Angel."
"I know what it is."
"Then explain to me what it's doing on my bed."
Angel opened his mouth and closed it again.
"Reze was here earlier," Angel said.
"I know Reze was here." The reply came quickly, curtly, without pause. "Reze comes here every week. That doesn't answer my question."
Angel leaned his back against the bathroom wall, crossing his arms, staring at the ceiling for no specific reason other than needing to look somewhere other than the mirror.
"It's complicated to explain."
"I've got time."
"Aki…"
Angel tried to form a sentence, an excuse, an argument, a justification. But he couldn't; he froze. The words died in his mouth.
"Angel."
Aki tried to sound casual, but his voice came out more impatient than controlled.
"I got home from work, went into my room, and there was a bra I'd never seen before on my bed. You've been in the bathroom for five minutes and haven't answered me properly." A short pause. "I'm being pretty reasonable here."
He argued.
The silence that followed was different from the previous ones, too steady to be natural, the kind of forced steadiness of someone actively controlling themselves.
"Stop beating around the bush." Aki continued, and this time you could hear movement, a step toward the door, maybe two. "I got home from work. I'm tired. There's a bra I've never seen before on my bed, and you've been in there giving me half-answers for I don't know how long." A short, tense pause. "Open that door. Now."
It wasn't a threat, it wasn't a request,
it was an order.
Angel looked at the bathroom, his gaze fixed on the folded items on the sink. The white panties, the stockings, the gloves. He stood still for a second that lasted longer than it should have.
And then he picked up the items.
His movements were different now, faster, charged with a tension unlike the first time—less hesitant and more urgent. He slipped the panties over his feet and pulled them up over his hips in a single motion, the straps snapping into place. The stockings followed soon after, sliding up his thighs with more haste than care. The gloves last, his fingers slipping into the thin fabric. Angel took a deep breath when he finished dressing, finally opening the door.
The door opened slowly, not all at once. Angel pulled it open carefully, the movement slow enough to be deliberate, and stood in the doorway without saying a word, his eyes moving toward Aki before he could decide whether he wanted to or not.
Aki was facing the door.
He hadn't moved far away; he was just a few steps away, his tie still slightly loosened the way it was when he came home from work and hadn't yet had the time or inclination to take it off. His expression was the one Angel expected—closed off, tired, with that specific line between his eyebrows that appeared when he was holding something back.
But when Angel opened the door, that expression changed.
It wasn't quick. It was almost frame by frame, as if Aki's brain were processing what his eyes were seeing with a delay he couldn't control, and Angel stood in the doorway watching every detail of that process without being able to look away, because his curiosity about how Aki would react was greater than anything else he felt. The tense line between his eyebrows was the first thing to go. His eyes, which had been slightly narrowed with fatigue and irritation, gradually opened, their focus shifting and adjusting, like a lens trying to find clarity in an image that wasn't what he expected to find. His mouth, which had been closed and pressed tight in the restraint of someone holding back a lot, gave way first at one corner, then the other, remaining slightly parted without Aki seeming to notice. And his breathing, which had been short, steady, and controlled throughout the conversation behind the door, caught. The air trapped midway as Aki's eyes scanned Angel from head to toe. Starting slowly with the white stockings on his thighs, then his panties, noticing the thin straps at the waist, the little bow, the lace details, then the gloves. He stared without any shame, without haste, and without any attempt to hide it. He was analyzing, absorbing every damn detail.
Angel felt the heat rise slowly up his face, spreading across his cheeks, the back of his neck, everywhere, and he stood frozen in the doorway with Aki's gaze weighing on him, unable to find a comfortable place to rest. His fingers gripped the doorframe lightly.
"Are you going to keep looking at me like that?" Angel's voice came out low, a little hoarse.
Angel looked away, far enough so he wouldn't have to face that expression he still couldn't quite read.
"Is it that weird?"
Angel blurted out without thinking, his voice coming out softer this time, almost unintentionally, like a thought spoken aloud.
"Weird," Aki repeated.
The word came out slowly, quietly, with a strange intonation, as if he were testing its flavor and wasn't quite convinced it was the right one.
Angel didn't look up.
He heard Aki move, a single step, just one, but enough to make the room feel smaller.
"Look at me."
It wasn't exactly an order. But it was something he wasn't going to ask again.
Angel looked up.
Aki's eyes were fixed on him, closer than he'd expected. There was no strangeness in Aki's expression. There was none of the things Angel had imagined while trying to predict a reaction.
There was something else entirely different, almost the opposite.
"Weird isn't the word I'd use," Aki said softly, his eyes never leaving Angel for a second. Angel said nothing.
He stood still, his eyes on Aki, the blush still burning, his fingers still clenched on the doorframe.
Aki stayed where he was. Close, still, his eyes on Angel with that attention that wasn't going anywhere. They moved down once more, slowly, unhurriedly, taking in everything with a calmness that was far harder to bear than anything he could say.
"Weird." Aki said again, quietly, almost to himself, as if he were still rolling the word around in his head and dismissing it for good. "No."
He shamelessly examined every detail. He stared at him as if Angel were his prey.
He finally looked up into Angel's eyes, meeting them again.
"Far from it."
Silence began to settle in slowly, reclaiming the room with that heavy texture from before, and Angel stood in the doorway, not quite sure what to do with it.
It was Aki who broke the silence first.
"Where did you get that—"
"Don't ask questions."
Angel's voice came out low, firmer than he expected, cutting Aki's sentence in half without any planning, as if his body had decided before his mind.
The room fell silent again.
Angel held his breath for a second, slightly surprised at himself, his eyes fixed on Aki, waiting for some reaction. He added before the silence became too heavy.
"At least not now."
Angel added.
Aki stood still.
His eyebrow rose a millimeter, just one, the only outward sign that the sentence had landed where it had, and Angel saw the exact moment when the surprise passed, dissolving quickly, replaced by something calmer and more dangerous at the same time.
"Right," Aki said.
That was it. A single word, spoken softly, without inflection, uttered with a calmness that hid a great deal beneath the surface.
He took a step back, stepping off the threshold, and his hand went into his pants pocket with a gesture far too casual for the atmosphere that filled the entire room. His fingers found the pack, pulled out a cigarette, and Aki placed it between his lips with his usual calm, flicking the lighter without haste.
The flame caught.
Aki took the first drag slowly, exhaling the smoke through his mouth, his eyes closing for half a second before opening again to look at Angel.
He walked to the bed without haste, his steps slow and deliberate, and sat on the edge with his legs spread, his elbows resting on his knees, the cigarette between his fingers releasing a thin trail of smoke toward the ceiling.
He stayed like that for a moment.
He took another slow drag, his eyes rising back to Angel with that attention that wasn't going anywhere, taking everything in once more with a calm that was hot and heavy.
When he spoke, his voice was low, hoarse, carrying the weight of everything that hadn't been said until now.
"Come here."
His eyes didn't leave Angel.
"Sit here."
Aki waited.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, a cigarette between his fingers, and that gaze fixed on Angel with an unhurried patience.
Angel stepped off the threshold.
His first steps were slow, almost cautious, the cold floor beneath his white stockings. Aki didn't move as he approached, only following each step with his eyes.
When he got close enough, he stopped.
Aki looked up at him, from bottom to top, slowly, and took one last drag on the cigarette before leaning to the side and stubbing it out on the edge of the ashtray on the small table. The smoke rose in a thin trail and vanished.
Aki's hands moved to Angel's waist.
Slowly. With a light firmness, without squeezing, just resting there, his thumbs touching the panty straps on one side and the other, and Angel held his breath, feeling the touch through the thin fabric.
Aki said nothing for a moment.
His eyes rose to Angel's face, met his, and stayed there.
"Sit down."
Without haste, Angel bent his knees, his hands finding Aki's shoulders before settling onto his lap, and Aki's hands adjusted around his waist, following the movement, firm and steady.
Aki's hands slid along the straps of Angel's waistband before pulling him closer, so he could feel that Aki's pants were tighter because of it. He moved closer to his neck, sniffing, planting kisses, and moving up to his earlobe. "You're beautiful," he said in a hoarse voice in Angel's ear.
Aki tilted his head, his lips meeting Angel's neck again, more eager this time, with more intent, moving down to the collarbone and back, and his open hand slid up Angel's thigh over the white stocking. Angel opened his mouth.
He was going to say something, ask if everything was okay, if Aki had liked it, something to fill the silence and make all of this a little less overwhelming than it was.
"Aki, you—"
"No questions." Aki cut in, his voice low and hoarse, whispered against Angel's neck before planting a slow kiss there. "You said it yourself."
Aki's hands tightened around his waist, pulling him firmly, making him clearly feel the hard bulge beneath the dress pants. The thin fabric of the white briefs was almost no barrier at all. Aki lifted his head and captured Angel's mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue invaded without warning, exploring. As he kissed, the hand on his waist slid down to his underwear, his fingers pressing through the thin fabric right where Angel was already starting to harden. The touch was firm, deliberate, causing Angel to arch his hips involuntarily and let out a muffled sound against Aki's mouth.
Aki pulled away just enough, still connected by a thin thread of saliva that slowly snapped between them. Without warning, the hand that had been resting on Angel's thigh slid up to his waist, gripping him firmly. In a quick, decisive movement, he turned him around, guiding him until he was lying on his back on the bed. The mattress gave way under their weight, and the sheets crumpled around their bodies.
Angel stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, his breathing slightly ragged and his hair scattered across the pillow. Aki leaned over Angel for a moment, his eyes tracing Angel's face with that same lingering attention as before, Angel's breathing still uneven, his lips still slightly red from the kiss. The hand that had been on his underwear moved slowly upward, across his abdomen, over his chest, unhurriedly, until it reached Angel's chin, his thumb brushing his lower lip with deliberate gentleness. Aki tilted his head, his lips meeting Angel's again, more slowly this time, without the urgency of the previous kiss, deeper, more calculated.
When he pulled away, it was just enough to speak.
"Open your mouth."
His voice was low, hoarse.
Angel obeyed without hesitation.
Aki's solid, warm fingers, index and middle, slid in slowly, pressing Angel's tongue down with a firmness that was anything but casual, without taking his eyes off Angel for a second.
It stayed that way for a time Angel couldn't measure, just watching. When he finally withdrew his fingers, it was slowly, brushing against Angel's lips as he pulled out. Angel exhaled the breath he'd been holding without realizing it. But the fingers didn't go far.
They moved down his chin, down his neck, until they reached his nipples, stimulating them. Aki moved, his hips meeting Angel's in a slow, deliberate motion, the fabric of his dress pants against the thin fabric of his white panties, firm and unmistakable, and Angel gasped softly, his fingers instinctively reaching for the sheets.
Aki did it again.
Slower this time, more intentional, the weight of his own body controlled with a precision that was utterly cruel, and his lips found Angel's collarbone just as Aki brushed against Angel, a long, lingering kiss that trailed down his shoulder until it reached his nipples, causing Angel to arch his chest involuntarily.
Angel turned his face slightly to the side, his eyes closing, one hand letting go of the sheet to reach for Aki's hair without having decided to do so.
Aki stayed there as long as he wanted.
The tongue, the teeth, a light pressure that Angel felt run down his entire spine, and the hips never stopped, maintaining that slow, steady rhythm.
Angel was completely hard; the thin fabric of his underwear didn't hide it, in fact, it only emphasized the reaction.
And then Aki pulled away, and Angel opened his eyes with a sigh, tilting his head back and then straightening it again as he looked at Aki.
Aki was on his knees between Angel's spread legs, his dark eyes completely focused, and his hands moved toward the tie with slow, deliberate gestures, loosening the knot without any hurry, pulling on the collar. He held it for a second before tossing it onto the pillow next to Angel's head, the fabric landing lightly.
Aki leaned forward, his body now clad only in open pants and underwear, and lowered his head to Angel's stomach.
His lips found Angel's abdomen, a low kiss, then another, moving down slowly. His belly, his navel, further down. When he reached his groin, Angel sighed and gripped the sheets on both sides.
Aki's lips brushed the skin just above the waistband of the white briefs, depositing hot, wet kisses.
He went lower, his open mouth pressing against the thin fabric right where Angel was hard and leaking. His tongue traced the outline of the erection through the lace, licking slowly, tasting the salty flavor that had already dampened the fabric. Angel let out a sharp moan, his gloved hands flying to Aki's hair, his hips lifting slightly before he could control himself.
"Aki…"
Aki didn't respond with words. Instead, he pulled the panty fabric aside with his teeth, exposing Angel completely. The hot tongue wrapped around the sensitive head, sucking slowly, while one hand held the base firmly. He licked the entire length, slowly, savoring it, before returning to suck with greater intensity. Angel bit his own lip hard, his fingers white from gripping the sheet so tightly, his breathing growing more ragged.
Aki didn't stop. His hot, wet mouth kept working on him.
One of Aki's hands slowly moved up his left thigh, the open palm sliding over the white stocking with firm, slow pressure, feeling the fabric beneath his fingers, his fingers brushing the lace trim at the top before sliding back down, lightly squeezing the inner thigh.
After what felt like an eternity to Angel, during which his moans grew hoarser, Aki released his cock with a wet, obscene sound, a damp slap that echoed through the room.
A thread of saliva connected Aki's lips to the pink, glistening head for a second before snapping. Angel let out a shaky sigh, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but Aki didn't give him much time to catch his breath.
Aki slid his hands down to his open dress pants, pushing his black boxers down just enough to free his own cock, hard and heavy, the head already wet at the tip.
He lifted his head and spat into his own hand with ease, a thick, deliberate spit, his eyes never leaving Angel for a single moment.
Aki brought that same hand back, between his thighs, and spat again, right onto the tight, pink opening, the warm spit slowly trickling down the sensitive skin.
"Nnnngh…" Angel shuddered, a low, broken moan escaping his parted lips.
Aki tilted his hips forward and began rubbing his cock against that opening, just hot, almost dry friction, brushing the entrance without penetrating.
Aki finally pressed the tip of a finger, his index finger, still wet with spit, against the opening. He didn't go in all at once. He circled it first, slowly, spreading the spit, feeling the tight muscle pulsing against his fingertip. Angel let out a louder moan. Aki pushed slowly, his finger sliding in up to the first knuckle, then moving it in circles, feeling the tight heat around it before pushing his finger all the way in.
Angel released his gloved fingers from the sheet to reach for Aki's shoulder and squeeze.
Aki lowered his head again and went back to sucking. The hot mouth enveloped Angel's cock in one go, sucking more intensely now, his tongue swirling around the head while his finger worked inside him, pressing and rubbing.
Angel's breath trembled and he sighed. His moans grew louder, wetter, echoing through the room along with the obscene sounds of Aki's mouth working on him. The finger inside him moved with precision, curving with each slow thrust, while the hot tongue swirled around the head of his cock, sucking with increasing intensity.
Angel felt the orgasm approaching too quickly, the long gloves gripping his shoulders so tightly they threatened to leave marks.
Without warning, the rhythm changed. The hot mouth pulled away slowly, leaving only the tongue to lazily glide over the sensitive head, licking in slow, torturous circles, gathering the pre-cum that dripped out, while at the same time, the finger inside Angel stopped almost completely, staying there, motionless, buried up to the second knuckle, pulsing along with the hot squeeze of the inner walls, but no longer moving. Just a light pressure.
Angel whimpered, his voice hoarse and broken,
"Aki…?" His hips instinctively trying to rise to seek more friction.
Aki didn't respond. He just kept licking slowly, his flat, warm tongue sliding along the slit, savoring every drop, while his finger remained still, feeling the way Angel pulsed around it, desperate for more contact.
After long seconds that felt like minutes, Aki finally pulled his finger out. Slowly. The movement was deliberate, the finger sliding out with a wet, obscene sound, a moist, viscous pop that echoed in the silence between Angel's moans. The tight muscle contracted in the air, pulsing around nothing.
He blinked up at the ceiling, his breathing still ragged, one hand releasing Aki's shoulders.
Aki didn't give him time to protest.
With steady hands, he gripped Angel's hips and flipped him over in one swift motion, positioning him on all fours on the bed. The movement was quick but careful; the mattress groaned loudly under the sudden weight, the sheets bunching up beneath Angel's knees and gloved hands. The white panties remained pulled to the side, the fine lace brushing against his sensitive skin, the thigh-high stockings still firm on his thighs, stretched by the new angle. Angel lay exposed like that, on all fours, his face pressed against the pillow, his back arched, his gloves now clutching the sheet.
Aki knelt behind him, his hands flat on the thighs covered by the stockings. He began fingering him again almost immediately, two fingers now, entering slowly, feeling the initial resistance.
Angel let out a long, trembling moan when he felt the stretching. A slight, warm burning sensation, then dissolved into pure pleasure as the fingers curved, hitting the prostate with precision.
Aki made scissor-like movements, slowly spreading his fingers, stretching the tight walls, then curving them again to massage that swollen, sensitive spot.
The sounds returned more intensely. The wet, rhythmic noise of fingers sliding in and out.
Aki lowered his head and began kissing and biting the inside of Angel's left thigh. His teeth grazed the skin, his hot tongue licking, then moving up to lick the lace of the panties still pulled to the side.
After a long, almost unbearable moment, Aki pulled his fingers out again. Slowly. The wet sound was even more pronounced this time, a viscous, obscene slapping that made Angel shudder. The feeling of emptiness returned, the muscle pulsing in the air, contracting around nothing, leaving a throbbing, hot need that made Angel let out a loud sob, his hips arching instinctively, seeking anything.
Aki hadn't entered yet.
Instead, he moved closer, one hand gripping Angel's hip firmly, the other guiding his own cock. He rubbed the thick, wet head against the pink, open entrance, brushing slowly, creating slow, torturous friction. The movement was almost dry at first, then slipperier with the accumulated spit and saliva.
Aki pressed just the head inside, just the tip, stretching the ring of muscles for a second, and then pulled back, repeating the gesture several times, slow, deliberate, without ever penetrating completely.
"Aki." It came out low, almost voiceless, carrying everything the words couldn't say.
Aki didn't stop rubbing.
The movement was slow and deliberate, the head of his cock brushing against Angel's entrance with a patience that was completely unbearable, and Angel had his face buried in the pillow, trying to control his breathing without much success.
Aki's hands found the straps of his panties.
His fingers calmly wrapped around the thin fabric on both sides, then pulled it upward, a slow, firm motion that forced Angel's hips to tilt, opening the angle, leaving everything more exposed than it already was. Angel felt the fabric tighten around his waist and held his breath.
Aki leaned in, his bare chest pressing against his arched back, his hot breath escaping his lips and brushing against Angel's ear, his voice low and direct, almost in his ear.
"Arch your back for me."
Angel obeyed.
He didn't think, he just obeyed, his knees pushing his hips back and up in a movement that drew an involuntary sound from his own throat as the head of Aki's cock pressed against his entrance with more force.
The movement made the pink entrance visibly pulsate against the thick head of Aki's cock, which continued to rub slowly, in slow, torturous friction. Aki let out a low sound of approval, almost a growl, and used his free hand to gently pull Angel's hair back, not with brute force, just enough to arch his spine further, forcing his face off the pillow.
"Like that…" Aki murmured against the back of his neck, his voice deep and satisfied.
Aki held Angel's hip with a firm hand, his fingers sinking into the flesh above the stocking, and finally decided to enter.
He pressed the thick head against the entrance, slowly. Angel felt the slow burning begin, a heat that stretched, that stung slightly, that made the muscle contract reflexively.
Aki stopped as soon as the head went in, breathing heavily against his back, his chest rising and falling. Then he pulled almost all the way out, just to push in again, going a little deeper. Inch by inch. Stopping with every thrust to let Angel get used to it a little.
Angel felt every inch of Aki's cock, the throbbing heat, the veins pulsing against the inner walls, the thickness stretching him to the limit with no condom between them. The full, hot stretch made him let out low sobs, his whole body tensing before gradually relaxing, accepting the intrusion.
Aki let go of his hair just to grip his hips with both hands now, his thumbs brushing against the straps of the panties still bunched up to the side. He breathed heavily against Angel's back, his chest pressed against his sweaty skin, and pushed the rest in slowly, until he was buried all the way in.
"Ah…"
Angel let out a long, broken moan, a hoarse sound that came from deep in his throat. He felt it all at once: the throbbing heat of Aki's cock buried deep inside him, the strong pulsing against the inner walls, the thickness stretching him to the limit with nothing between them. The stretching was complete, hot.
Aki stayed still for a few seconds, completely buried, just feeling the hot, wet tightness that surrounded him. His breath came out heavy against Angel's arched back, hot and ragged, his bare chest rising and falling pressed against the other's sweaty skin.
"Haa…"
A low, hoarse moan escaped his throat, a satisfied moan, and he murmured against Angel's neck, his voice deep and heavy.
"Damn… you need to relax. You're squeezing me like a damn virgin…"
The sound of Aki's hoarse voice made Angel let out another trembling sigh, mixed with a low sob.
Aki hadn't moved yet. He just breathed heavily against his skin, feeling every involuntary contraction of Angel's body around his cock.
Then, slowly, he began to move, slow, deep thrusts. He pulled out almost all the way, the thick head grazing the sensitive entrance, and pushed back in slowly, inch by inch, letting Angel feel every vein, every pulse, every detail of the throbbing heat that filled him again.
Every time he reached the bottom, he paused for a brief moment, his cock throbbing hard against the prostate, before repeating the movement.
Angel let out a short, sharp moan every time his prostate was slowly struck, the sound escaping involuntarily from his parted lips.
"Nn-ng…"
His toes curled tighter, his nails scratching the sheet through his stockings; he gripped the sheet so hard that the fabric was all crumpled, his knuckles white. The knee-high stockings slid a little further down his already sweaty thighs.
Aki spat into his own hand.
Without saying a word, he brought his open palm to the white panties still pulled to the side and spread the warm spit over the fine lace, slowly spreading it across the fabric.
His fingers slid slowly along the lacy edge, wetting the fabric, making it stick to his sensitive skin. The spit ran down the slit, mixing with the saliva that was already glistening there, making everything even slipperier.
Without pulling his cock out of him, Aki slid his wet hand forward, under Angel's body, and began to stroke his cock over the thin, already soaked fabric; his open palm slid slowly at first, in sync with the slow thrusts—when Aki pushed in, his hand squeezed and slid forward;
Angel pressed his face deeper into the pillow, his gloved fingers clenching the sheet until his knuckles ached, but it was no use. Each thrust wrung a different sound from his throat; each movement of Aki's hand over the wet panties added a layer he could no longer contain. The moans came out broken and involuntary, muffled by the fabric.
Aki's hand, which had been holding Angel's hip, slipped away for a second.
The crack came right after, echoing through the room, sharp and dry, on Angel's ass—a slap.
Angel gasped loudly, his teeth clenching the pillow instinctively, his hips thrusting forward before snapping back. The heat of the mark spreading across his skin.
"It's no use." Aki's voice came low and hoarse. "I want to hear every sound you make."
Aki thrust deeper, harder than before, still in sync with the masturbation.
Aki leaned in, his fingers grabbing Angel's hair and pulling it back, hard enough to force his face off the pillow, his head tilting back, his neck exposed.
Aki's mouth came close to his ear, his hot breath and deep voice flowing directly into his ear. "Don't you dare hold back."
The thrusts grew faster, heavier. Aki was pounding deep now, his hips slamming against Angel's ass with a steady, wet rhythm. At the same time, the hand in front didn't stop, masturbating him over his soaked panties in the same rhythm, squeezing, sliding, the lacy fabric wet with spit and pre-cum.
Angel moaned loudly.
Louder than he intended, his gloved fingers clutching the sheet with desperate force as the thrusts continued, in rhythm with the masturbation and with no intention of stopping.
Aki's warm, firm fingers left the panties wet and slid up Angel's stomach.
The open palm slid over his tense abdomen, over the ribs moving too fast because of his gasping breath, until they reached his neck.
His fingers rested there with gentle firmness, his warm palm against his skin. His broad palm firmly encircled his throat, squeezing the sides lightly, enough for Angel to feel the pressure, but without actually cutting off his breath.
The light choking made Angel's eyes well up immediately.
They weren't tears yet, just a shiny film of intense pleasure that left his gaze hazy, glassy, his pupils dilated. His half-open mouth let out hoarse, continuous moans as Aki continued to thrust deep.
Aki squeezed his neck a little tighter, his thumb brushing against the hot skin while his hips gave no respite, brutal, deep thrusts, the thick cock sliding in and out mercilessly, hitting the prostate every time. Every time Aki's cock hit the prostate, a synchronized moan escaped Angel's mouth.
"Nn-ah…!"
"Ahn…!"
"Haa…!"
The sounds were short, high-pitched, coordinated with the rhythm of the thrusts. The faster Aki went, the louder his moans became.
But then Aki suddenly slowed down.
The thrusts became slower, deeper, almost lazy, giving Angel a brief moment to breathe between moans.
The hand that had been on his neck slowly released its grip, the fingers sliding over his hot, sweaty skin until they reached Angel's light hair. Aki firmly tangled his fingers in the strands, pressing his head against the pillow, forcing his face to sink even deeper into the soft, damp fabric.
Angel let out a long, muffled moan against the pillow, his body still trembling from the slow thrusts that wouldn't stop inside him.
With his free hand, Aki stretched his arm unhurriedly and picked up the tie he had tossed earlier beside Angel's head. The dark, soft fabric slid easily between his fingers. Without saying a word, he looped the tie around Angel's neck, positioning the blade facing his back, forming a makeshift collar. Aki tied a firm knot, tight enough for Angel to feel constant pressure, but not enough to actually hurt him. Angel shuddered all over as he felt the cold, smooth fabric against the hot, sweaty skin of his neck. A low, hoarse moan escaped against the pillow. Aki removed the hand that had been pressing his head down. Now he held only the end of the tie, testing the tension with a firm, controlled tug. The tie tightened slightly around Angel's neck, forcing him to arch his neck, his chin lifting against the pillow.
And then Aki resumed pounding at the previous rhythm, hard, fast, deep. The thick cock slid in and out without much mercy, hitting deep every time, striking the prostate with wet, constant force. At the same time, he pulled on the tie.
"Ahh…! Nnngh… Aki… haa…!"
His entire body shook violently with each brutal thrust, his long gloves clutching the sheet desperately, his knee-high stockings slipping further down his sweaty thighs. The tie pulled at his neck with every movement.
A tear slowly trickled down the corner of Angel's eye. It slid down his flushed, hot, and shiny cheek before falling silently onto the pillow.
"Haah… ahn…"
Aki let out a deep, satisfied sound,
"Uhnn… ah."
Angel could only respond with more loud moans, his whole body trembling, another lone tear trickling down his face.
Aki gripped Angel's hips with both hands, his fingers sinking into the flesh over the thin straps of the white panties.
With a fluid, firm movement, still buried deep inside him, he rolled their bodies onto the bed. Angel let out a long, trembling moan when he felt the change in angle, Aki's cock sinking even deeper because of the position.
Now Angel was on top, sitting on Aki's lap, his thighs trembling around Aki's hips. The thigh-high stockings had already slipped down quite a bit, the lace elastic marking the sweaty skin of his thighs. The white panties were still pulled to the side, the thin, soaked fabric, and Angel's erection, which throbbed painfully between them.
Angel blinked slowly, trying to catch his breath, and looked up. He could see Aki's face up close. His cheeks were flushed, a deep red that extended down to his neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing heavy and irregular. His dark eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated, his black hair slightly stuck to his forehead from sweat. Aki was just as affected as he was, perhaps even more than he let on. His half-open mouth released hoarse sighs, and there was a thin layer of sweat glistening on his chest and shoulders.
For a few long seconds, the two just stared at each other, panting. Neither of them moved.
"Damn…" Aki murmured, his voice low and hoarse.
One of his hands slid from Angel's waist down to his ass, gripping the flesh firmly. Without warning, he delivered another slap—dry, hard, echoing through the room. Angel gasped loudly, his body jerking involuntarily, causing Aki's cock to rub deep against his prostate once more. The heat from the slap spread across his already marked skin, mixing sweet pain with pleasure.
Aki didn't stop there. The same hand moved lower, sliding beneath the white panties, soaked through in the front. His fingers wrapped around Angel's cock over the thin, wet fabric, beginning to stroke him slowly at first, squeezing, sliding, making the sticky lace rub against the sensitive, leaking head.
Angel let out a low, trembling moan, his hips moving instinctively, bouncing lightly on Aki's lap. Aki's other hand remained braced on the bed for a moment, providing balance. Then he pulled the tie firmly, tilting Angel's body forward. Their faces were close, almost touching. Aki's hot breath brushed against Angel's parted lips.
The hand that was on his underwear slid a little, squeezing Angel's ass and helping to guide the up-and-down motion. At the same time, the hand holding the tie released the fabric for a second, only to reach for Angel's cock.
Now both hands were working on him at the same time, one on his ass, forcing and guiding him to thrust deeper and faster, the other stroking him directly, firm fingers sliding along the hot shaft, spreading the pre-cum that wouldn't stop leaking.
Angel started thrusting for real. Slowly at first, then faster, guided by Aki's hands. The cock slid in and out of him with every thrust, hitting deep, making his body shudder. The moans came out loud, moans that Angel no longer wanted to try to control.
"Ahh…! Haa… nnngh…!"
The pace gradually increased. Angel bounced harder, his thighs trembling with effort, his long gloves resting on Aki's sweaty chest.
The white panties, completely soaked, brushed against his sensitive skin; the little bow in the center was completely dirty and crumpled.
The few tears of pleasure returned. They trickled slowly down Angel's flushed cheeks, warm and shiny, falling onto Aki's chest.
"Like that… keep going…" he murmured hoarsely, his voice thick and heavy with lust.
His other hand sped up the masturbation, his fingers squeezing and sliding quickly over his sensitive cock.
The orgasm hit them almost at the same time.
Angel let out a loud, broken moan, almost a sob, his eyes rolling back. His entire body shook violently as he came, his cock pulsing hard in Aki's hand, covering his fingers, his white panties, and part of Aki's stomach with hot spurts.
Aki's hips thrust upward forcefully to bury his cock all the way in, coming inside Angel with a single long jet, the heat spreading inside him. Aki's fingers squeezed Angel's ass and cock tightly, prolonging the pleasure for both of them.
The two lay still for a long moment, sighing together, their heavy breaths filling the room.
Angel's body was still pulsing around Aki's cock, his muscles contracting involuntarily, as if they didn't want to let go. Tears of pleasure had left shiny trails on his flushed cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the long gloves crumpled against Aki's sweaty chest.
Aki was panting, more than before. His body was now slowly relaxing against the mattress. His cheeks remained red, sweat trickling down his forehead and neck. He let out a long, shaky sigh, his chest falling slowly as the tension drained from his shoulders and arms.
The hand still gripping Angel's cock loosened its grip, sliding slowly along the sensitive shaft, spreading the cum that covered everything.
Slowly, Aki brought a hand to the tie still wrapped around Angel's neck. His fingers calmly wrapped around the dark fabric and pulled gently, tilting Angel's head downward. Angel let himself go, his limp, warm body falling against Aki's chest.
Aki squeezed his ass with his other hand, a firm squeeze, his fingers sinking into the flesh still marked by the slaps. Without saying a word, he lifted his face and captured Angel's mouth in a deep, slow, almost lazy kiss now. His tongue entered slowly, exploring calmly. The kiss was light, full of panting breaths and the taste of sweat.
They kissed for a time that felt both eternal and brief, their bodies still connected, Aki's cock slowly softening inside Angel.
When Aki finally pulled back just a few inches, his lips still brushing against Angel's, he let out a hoarse sigh against his mouth. His voice came out low, a little hoarse, but with a lighter tone, almost playful, his body clearly more relaxed now.
"Can I ask you some questions now?"
Angel was still flushed, his face hot, his breathing calmer but not yet fully steady. He blinked slowly, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion and laziness.
"No."
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Reze arrived at the station with the lunchbox in her hand and a satisfied expression she wasn't even trying to hide.
The cake had turned out beautifully this time. Round, well-baked, with that golden color that had never appeared in her previous attempts. She had even placed a folded napkin inside the bag, a level of care she wouldn't admit out loud to anyone.
Denji was at the front desk when she walked in, in uniform, with that specific posture of someone pretending to work but doing absolutely nothing. His bored expression changed almost automatically when he saw who had walked in.
"Reze!"
He jumped up from his chair with a speed that didn't match the air of someone who'd been vegetating for hours, his eyes going straight to the bag.
"Is that the cake?"
"Denji-kun!" She replied with a smile from ear to ear, approaching the counter.
"Is it the cake?" He repeated, completely ignoring her tone.
Reze stretched out her arm and tugged on his ear casually.
"Ouch! Ouch! Hi, honey!" He recoiled with an exaggeratedly dramatic expression, rubbing his ear.
"Hi." She said, satisfied. She lifted the bag slightly. "Yes, it is. I made it with a lot of love and it turned out perfect this time."
Denji opened the bag on the counter with his characteristic lack of ceremony, the napkin sliding aside without a second thought, and cut a generous slice with the plastic knife Reze had put inside because she knew he wouldn't have one.
Reze rested her elbows on the counter, chin in her hand, waiting.
Denji put the whole slice in his mouth at once.
The silence lasted two seconds.
His expression changed slowly and gradually, like a wave running through every muscle in his face in sequence. The chewing continued for another moment, purely out of inertia, before stopping as well.
He looked at the cake.
He looked at Reze.
He looked at the cake again.
"This is…" He began, his voice muffled by the cake still in his mouth.
"It's great," Reze said, automatically.
"Reze."
"I made it with a lot of love."
"Reze." His voice came out with a tragic weight that didn't fit with anything. "This is salty."
She blinked.
She blinked again.
"Oh," she said.
Denji swallowed the cake with an expression of genuine suffering and looked at the remaining slice on the plastic plate with a silent mourning that lasted a full three seconds.
"I've been waiting for this cake all day," he said.
Reze pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. She didn't quite manage it; a sound escaped through her nose, which she turned into a cough.
"That's not funny," he said.
The corner of his mouth moved in a direction that contradicted the entire sentence.
"I feel sorry for you," she said, clearly feeling no pity at all.
"You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I'll do it again next week."
"That doesn't fix anything."
"Denji."
"I'm traumatized."
"You ate the whole slice even after you realized it was salty."
He paused for a second. "I was hungry."
Reze let out a short, genuine laugh, and Denji stared at her with that expression he made when he was pretending to be angry but had lost his temper long ago.
"Next week, with sugar," she said.
"And two slices."
"One."
"One and a half."
Reze considered it for a second, tilting her head slightly. "Okay."
Denji pushed the plate aside with a dignity the situation didn't deserve. The two of them were silent for a moment, the surroundings still, and then he glanced at her sideways with that slightly crooked expression he made when he was about to say something but hadn't decided how yet.
"Did you just come to give me a salty cake, or are you going to stay a while?"
Reze pretended to be deep in thought. "Hmm… maybe I'll stay a little while to make up for the salty cake."
Denji pulled out the chair next to his without ceremony, patting it twice.
Reze walked around the counter with light steps.