"Pushed my--what?" I'm not going to follow that one further.
"No, Gotou-chan, it is actually your business, it's just--I don't want..."
He's got no idea, I'm realizing, he really has no idea, and his petulant face, with his bottom lip pushed out so cutely like that, and he's RIGHT THERE--
Oh, fuck it.
I am going to the special hell, with the taste of his lips on my mouth.
But gods, despite the beer, despite the hour, despite my guilt even as I give in to the urge to explain to him in the simplest way I know how, my lips against his and far less chastely than the two kisses I gave him before --
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"No, Gotou-chan, it is actually your business, it's just--I don't want..."
He's got no idea, I'm realizing, he really has no idea, and his petulant face, with his bottom lip pushed out so cutely like that, and he's RIGHT THERE--
Oh, fuck it.
I am going to the special hell, with the taste of his lips on my mouth.
But gods, despite the beer, despite the hour, despite my guilt even as I give in to the urge to explain to him in the simplest way I know how, my lips against his and far less chastely than the two kisses I gave him before --
Gods, he's worth it.