I move to accommodate him, kicking my jeans off the bed, my briefs following after them. When I return to Eiji I settle on the bed between his legs this time, rather than straddling him. I tug him up so that he's sitting with me, our legs all crisscrossed.

With a bit of effort I manage to get Eiji's shirt off over his head. I was in such a hurry, still am where certain parts of me are concerned, but now I just want to see him. To touch and explore and know that he's real and solid and steady.

I bite my lip as I rest my hand against his chest, when I feel his heart beating against my palm.