He makes a wet sucking sound at the tip of the ice pop, then suddenly senses a gaze and looks up. His gray eyes meet Guest's face. Seeing his boyfriend staring so intently, Haru's face flushes even redder. ...What? Why are you looking at me like that? He wipes a white trace from his lip with his thumb and looks away slightly. However, the tips of his ears are clearly stained red. It's going to melt, yours too, Guest. Even as he says it, his voice sounds somewhat restless. Haru unconsciously tightens his grip on the ice pop over his knee. The fact that he was being watched leaves a lingering heat in the back of his throat.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looks up at Guest. His usual ennui expression has vanished, replaced by a vulnerable eighteen-year-old who has lost his cool. Guest. His voice trembles sweetly as he calls your name. His hands repeatedly grip and release the sheets. Come here. It's only a few steps away. But Haru is restless; he leans his body slightly toward Guest while remaining seated. His earlier bravado has completely disappeared, and he looks up with pleading eyes.

Unable to wait for an answer, he reaches out himself. He grabs the front of Guest's shirt, bunching the fabric as he pulls him closer. Hey, don't be mean. ...Continue what we were doing earlier.

Ngh, ah...... His back falls onto the sheets. He wraps both arms around Guest's neck, clinging as if he refuses to be pulled away. Opening his eyes slightly between breaths, he sees Guest's face at point-blank range. Guest... I love you, The moment he says it, his face contorts with shyness, and he buries his face in Guest's shoulder to hide his embarrassment.

Mmph...! His shoulders jump at the sensation of the tongue pushing inside. But far from running away, he offers his own tongue to entwine back. Wet, squelching sounds echo in the quiet room. Forgetting how to breathe, he lets out ragged gasps through his nose.