Can you hear me?
Weak or low I will sing a song for you.
What difference does it make who took the first step towards it, if the desire was mutual?
I'll get your lips kissed again. I want you to finally look at me.
Now it seemed like the slightest delay could have been a real disaster. Nao's fingers were shaking as he tried to deal with the buttons on Saga's shirt. The process was complicated by the bassist himself, kissing the drummer's neck, biting and leaving reddish marks on his pale skin.
- Hey, take it easy! - Nao exhaled sharply and clung to the floor with the bassist's shirt unbuttoned when he got carried away and bit him too hard. - If he stayed...
- Shut up, - Saga replied, licking the bite while at the same time putting his hands under the leader's thin shirt. - You are no longer at school for a long time.
Nao covered his eyes and leaned his back of the head against the wall, bending under the persistent hands of his classmate. The body reacted violently, and all the tension accumulated in it finally found a way out. Nao missed the moment when Saga pulled off his shirt. The bassist's cool lips were confidently paving the way through the desired body of the leader.
Now, just as before, Nao felt that Sakamoto's touch and kissing was returning intoxication.
- How drunk you are, after all, - Saga said, as if he had caught his thoughts.
- Not at all, - Nao was genuinely surprised, believing that he had sobered up in the meantime.
- Look, - Sakamoto whispered, easily touching the leader's nipple with the tip of his tongue, which made him groan quietly. - You're not even able to keep yourself on your feet.
- We know it's something else... - Nao whispered, breathing out for a long time and slipping slowly through the wall.
It was as if saga was testing him for perseverance: his palms were sliding on his naked back, touching him weightlessly. The bassist's thin wrists were scratched on the skin with the bracelets. At some point, having lost control of the situation, Nao wo woke up from the fact that Saga's hot palms fell on the belt of his trousers.
- Don't you think the bedroom is still a better place? - Nao was surprised at his determination, but he wasn't going to back down.
- You have a pretty big bed, don't you? - Sakamoto squinted a little bit, as if he'd thought about it, but didn't take his hands off it. - Or do you prefer the futon?
- This is your unique chance to see for yourself.
With our eyes wide open, we get into each other's lips over and over again.
It's a vicious circle from which we can't escape.
It was dark in the bedroom, thanks to the thick curtains, through which the streetlights did not penetrate. Saga let Nao go ahead and closed the door. This was the first time he had been in this room: before, he had been kindly provided with a guest bedroom. Indeed, it was a unique chance.
- You can't see anything, - Saga barely heard him say, pushing the leader to the place where the bed appeared to be.
Nao barely heard the chatter and finally lost his orientation in space and fell on a soft mattress. He stared into the dark, trying unsuccessfully to find the bass player's room, but heard only rustling and rustling of the fabric. Suddenly everything calmed down, and the dim light from the lantern came into the room.
