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Nicholas laid under the thick warmth of his blanket, only half paying attention to the random low quality asmr video he put on in hopes of helping him sleep. He pressed his thumb down on the screen making the video play in 2x speed as if that would make him go to sleep any faster.
He was mid yawn when he heard the familiar click of his bedroom door knob turning. His eyes darted as they adjusted on the small looking figure that slowly entered his room. He squinted and held out his phone towards them and sighed when Harua’s pale, barely illuminated face came into view. “You scared me.” Nicholas spoke out with fake annoyance. No response. Nicholas raised a brow at that. Harua’s features remained still as he gradually moved towards his bed. Nicholas’s face scrunched, “What’re you doing?” Again, no response.
Nicholas brows were now drew close together as he watched Harua almost seductively climb across his bed. Was he crazy? No! Harua was definitely doing that on purpose… elbows bent low, placing one knee in front of the other, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. That’s what made Nicholas notice Harua’s eyes. His pupils were blown wide but his eyelids were hanging slightly lower than normal, resembling a cat creeping up on its prey. Now Harua was inches away from him, but he made no advances to stop him. Only watching Harua climb into his lap, he felt his dick harden in real time at the way Harua’s ass sat perfectly against him.“Harua…” Nicholas’s voice dropped an octave, stern. “Nico oppa, please.” Nicholas sucked in a breath, jaw clenched. “please what Rua?” His response was stiff, trying to keep his composure, clearly something was off with Harua. “Please use me, do whatever you want to me, bend me over, be rough with me, choke me.” Harua’s hands slid over Nicholas’s, dragging one up to his neck, easily covering the majority. Nicholas felt like he was frozen, eyes hooded as he did nothing but watch, breath becoming ragged, unable to deny how turned on he was right now.
He knew he should shut this down, ask Harua what the hell happened at that damn party, where the others were, how’d he get home, and what the hell was going on right now? Harua had never been one to be so vulgar, and not to mention their relationship had never gone past anything more than what he thought was playful flirting. Well, at least that’s what he assumed it was for Harua. Harua might have been joking but Nicholas knew he meant every flirty comment, every endearing nickname, every touch that was slightly too low on Harua’s back to be just a joke. But all that was irrelevant right now, not when he had his hand wrapped around Harua’s pretty little throat. Nicholas gave a decent squeeze, tongue darting out to lick his lips with the whine Harua let out. “Harder oppa.” Nicholas groaned, “Harua I don’t know what’s gotten into you but if you keep talking and acting like this I can’t promise i’ll be able to control myself.” Harua’s doe eyes found Nicholas’s siren ones, “And if I do? are you gonna put me in my place? put me on my knees? Maybe fuck me full and fill me with your cum? hm?” Harua’s head tilted like he was asking an innocent question. Nicholas was ready to give in, Harua had done so little but his words were fueling his imagination, but why imagine when he had the real thing right here?
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