The dim light of the washroom stall cast shadows across the tiled walls. Haru's back pressed against the cool surface, his breath catching as Sora leaned in, towering over him with that dark, intense gaze. The faint scent of cologne and desire filled the small space.
Sora's hand cupped Haru's cheek, his thumb brushing gently along his flushed skin before his lips crashed down with heat. The kiss was deep, needy—possessive. Haru whimpered softly into it, his smaller hands clutching at Sora's tie, pulling him closer.
"Mmn… Sora…" Haru breathed between kisses, his voice trembling, high and sweet. "I love you… I love it when you kiss me like this… when you touch me…"
Sora's growl was low, pleased. "You're mine, Haru. All of you." His fingers slid down to Haru's shirt, quickly popping open each button with practiced ease.
"A-ah… Sora—" Haru gasped, his head tipping back as Sora's mouth trailed down his chest. "Nnnh…!" His fingers gripped Sora's shoulders tightly, his soft chest heaving as warm lips wrapped around his nipple, tongue teasing, then sucking gently.
"Haah—! Mmh… Sora… it feels so good…" Haru's legs wobbled, knees weak from every flick and suck. His chest was slowly covered in red marks—love bites scattered like stars, each one making him moan softly.
"Beautiful…" Sora whispered, voice husky as his mouth moved lower, planting kisses along Haru's belly. Then, his hand slid behind Haru, possessive and slow.
As their lips met again in another kiss, deep and dizzying, Sora's hand slipped under Haru's waistband. His fingers brushed the soft lace beneath.
"You're still wearing the panties I picked for you?" he murmured, his voice teasing and dark.
Haru blushed furiously, hiding his face in Sora's neck. "Y-Yes… I always do when I know I'll see you…"
Sora chuckled softly, pleased. His hand slid further, tracing the curve of Haru's round butt through the delicate fabric. "So soft… just like I like it…"
"Ahh—! Sora…!" Haru gasped, arching slightly as Sora's hand squeezed firmly, fingers exploring the shape and feel of him. "Don't tease me… you're making me… ngh…"
Sora kissed him again, silencing his moans with lips that claimed every sound. "I want to hear everything, Haru… every little moan you make for me…"
Sora's kisses grew hungrier, his hands more restless as they explored Haru's delicate curves. His breath was hot against Haru's neck, leaving kisses between murmured words of need.
"God, I want you…" he whispered, lips brushing Haru's ear. "Right here… right now…"
Haru's heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling under Sora's touch. His hands pushed gently at Sora's chest. "W-Wait… Sora… we'll be late for class…"
Sora paused for only a second, then smirked, his forehead leaning against Haru's. "Then let us be late. The teacher can scold me all he wants if it means I get you."
"Sora…" Haru bit his lip, cheeks burning as he whispered, "But I'll get scolded too…"
Sora leaned in, his voice soft but full of emotion. "Can't I take the scolding for you? Just this once?"
Haru's lashes fluttered as he looked up at him, touched by those words. "Y-Yes… you can… but I'll still get scolded too…"
Sora chuckled, brushing their noses together. "Then let's both get scolded together. Worth it."
Their lips met again, desperate and warm. Sora's hands slid around Haru's hips, fingers sneaking beneath the waistband of his panties. He squeezed gently, making Haru whimper, his body reacting to every touch.
"Ah— Sora… your hands… mnnn…!"
"You're so cute when you moan," Sora whispered against his lips. "So perfect… these little sounds… only I get to hear them…"
Haru gasped as Sora's hand kneaded his soft butt, his panties sliding slightly down, trapped between pleasure and embarrassment. "Aah… y-you're shameless…"
"And you love it," Sora murmured, suckling another kiss onto Haru's neck, right over his racing pulse. "Just say it."
"I… I do…" Haru whispered, barely audible, his voice trembling with longing. "I love when you touch me… kiss me… when you call me yours…"
"You are mine," Sora growled softly, as his hand moved slowly between Haru's thighs, teasing.
Haru shuddered, clinging to Sora's shoulders. "Sora… if we keep going…"
"Then let's keep going," Sora said, his voice thick with love and desire. "Let the bell ring. Let them all wait."
Sora's hand lingered on Haru's waist, fingers flexing slightly as his lips hovered just above his. His voice dropped to a husky murmur, teasing and heavy with meaning.
"Haru…" he whispered, lips brushing against his ear, "What if we just had sex right here… right now?"
Haru's breath hitched, his entire face going red in a flash. "S-Sora…!" he squeaked, burying his face in his chest. "I… I want to… but… you know…"
Sora chuckled, his hands sliding down to squeeze Haru's hips firmly. "Mmm… I do know," he said, pressing one last kiss to Haru's neck. "I was just teasing."
He pulled back slightly, eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. "Let's go to class then," he said with a smirk.
Just as Haru began fixing his shirt again with trembling hands, Sora leaned in for one more kiss, slow and deep. "We'll have that moment," he whispered, "in my bed… where there's no tension, no stupid class bells… just you, and me."
Haru nodded softly, eyes a little dazed and heart racing, as Sora helped him straighten his clothes. His tie was slightly loose, and his lips were still tingling from the kisses, but they were both smiling.
As they stepped out of the stall together, walking quietly down the hall, Haru looked up at him.
"Sora… are you disappointed?" he asked gently, voice small.
Sora stopped walking for a second. He turned to face him, placing a warm hand on Haru's cheek.
"Disappointed?" he repeated with a soft smile. "Never. I'm just saving the best candy for the end."
Haru's eyes widened at that, his cheeks lighting up in a fresh wave of pink. "You're such an idiot…"
Sora leaned closer and kissed his forehead. "Yeah. But I'm your idiot."
Haru couldn't stop smiling the whole way back to class—even as his heart kept skipping like crazy.
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END OF CHAPTER : 52 : BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!
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