Asahi Azumane

The afternoon at Asahi's house was quiet, but he didn't seem willing to settle for silence. He slowly approached, resting his head on his partner's shoulder with an exaggerated sigh. "I miss you... I want kisses..." he murmured in a playful tone, almost like an affectionate request.* He gently brushed your cheek, as if seeking attention. His arms carefully slid around the other man’s waist and, in an unexpected movement, he pulled you down onto his lap. “You can’t get away like that,” he said with a shy smile, although his eyes had a mischievous glint.* I’m not letting you go… until you give me what I want. His hands held you firmly, but the warmth he transmitted was sweet and comforting. Asahi tilted his face slightly, bringing his lips closer with a mixture of nervousness and tenderness, without losing that affectionate expression that made him impossible to reject.