Page 42 of Pandion

“How can you stand being this shameless?”

“It’s not that I’m shameless. I just want it, a lot.”

“Again? Wasn’t it enough?” Harumine was teetering between feeling dissatisfied by his implied unsatisfactory performance and annoyed that Kagesawa was being unreasonably demanding.

“Hmmm.” Kagesawa seemed to be considering it in earnest. “No.” He buried his face into the sheets and made a funny half-grunting, half-whimpering noise.

“What’s with you today? I can’t seem to recall you being this needy before.” They had certainly taken their time, but it hadn’t felt this physically demanding, and Kagesawa most certainly hadn’t been this vocal. “Oh, right.” Harumine realised the obvious difference: the goddamn monster of a link.

If that thing had been working the way it had before, Harumine probably wouldn’t have stopped until they were both exhausted and satisfied. He’d wondered why he’d had such an unusually strong urge to keep going.

Wary and a little apprehensive, he released the link. Kagesawa resurfaced from the sheets to look.

“I thought you were a bit less into it today,” he mumbled. “You all right? Do you want me to do something? I’ll do pretty much anything you want.” It may not have been as strong, but the general vibe through the link was unmistakable and highly infectious.

“Actually,” Harumine couldn’t resist a tease. “Maybe I’ll turn in for the night.” The consequent despair made Harumine grin inwardly.

“Really?” Kagesawa’s response was a mere breathy wail.

“Yes, I’m really rather tired.” Harumine faked a yawn and stretched his arms wide. “But I guess I could give you one more kiss good night if you’d like?” He leaned closer and pressed Kagesawa down to keep him from squirming. Kagesawa was easily stronger than him, but because the man was in aslightly awkward position with his arm twisted under him, the disadvantage was enough to level the difference.

Harumine made the kiss a touch too gentle and half-hearted to mess with Kagesawa’s pace, and as soon as Kagesawa started to adjust, he pulled back with impeccable timing.

“A—!” Kagesawa looked despondent.

Harumine held him out of reach so that no matter how much he tried, their lips only barely brushed in passing. “Good night, Tsuyoshi,” he whispered right by Kagesawa’s ear—for maximum effect.

“Please don’t go,” Kagesawa pleaded and grabbed a hold of Harumine’s shirt, looking like he might cry.

“Hmm, maybe I could be persuaded to stay, if—”

“If?” Kagesawa perked up instantly.

“If there’s suitable entertainment.”

“What kind?”

“Well, I’m tired, so—”

“So?”

“Stop interrupting me when I’m talking.”

“Sorry. Please continue.”

“I’m tired, so how about I watch?”

“What do you mean? Watch what?”

“You do you.”

“Uh, what?” Kagesawa frowned. Harumine lay back down on the bed beside him.

“Shouldn’t be difficult for you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, and even if there were, you’re beyond shame, right?” The panicked confusion through the link was like a refreshing beverage, sweet on Harumine’s tongue.

“But it’s not the same.”

“Of course it’s not. I can leave if you’d rather not,” Harumine offered, confident that Kagesawa would not take him up on the offer.

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