Miyamura’s gaze doesn’t leave mine as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off. 

“What now, Sorahiko?”. He says my name like he’s tasting it. “What should I take off next?”. 

I want to say it. I want to tell him what I want, but how do I do that?…how do I tell him what I want?. 

“You’re not going to bail out on me now, are you?”. He shifts his hips, dragging my attention to his very obvious hard-on. 

I…want that in my mouth. 

I’ve imagined ...