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Last night, drowsy and horny, I fell asleep thinking about Ryoma. We were back at that bar, he was sharing all his fears. And instead of being a good boy, I pressed him. He was good and drunk...and I kissed him.
And I feel like I woke him up again, out of his slumber, with my kiss. It was hot, it was forbidden, and I felt his shame and arousal as I pressed my tongue into his mouth.
I want that. ...I'm glad I didn't do that.
But I want that.