Without the slightest hint of discomfort, Miyamura pulls off his pants. He stands at the edge of the bed, leaning over Sorahiko with a smug smirk.

“Are you going to keep your eyes shut the entire time?”. He asks lightly, tapping Sorahiko’s calf in a teasing manner. 

The moment Miyamura’s hands had moved to unbuckle his belt, Sorahiko squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his hold on the bedsheets as if they were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

“Sorahiko?”. 

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