23 HOT MOAN

Go home. Renji, who was walking lazily, brought Haru closer to his bed. With one push, Renji sat up and another thrust him to the ground just like that.

"Rest," said Haru. "You haven't fully recovered yet."

Renji looked at him bored. "You just told me to sleep, then eat," he said. "And when I'm done. Go back to eating, then sleeping. Three days later, when I'm well… you'll show me the schedules…"

Haru smiles. "Those are all my duties," he said. Then climb the body without hesitation. He sat on Renji's stomach, came closer, and hugged the man's head like he was cradling a baby. "… understand?"

"Shit," Renji said. "…even though I haven't recovered yet."

"That's what you need to be your manager," Haru said confidently. "Otherwise he'll be stressed and feel like you're a slave all the time."

Although it looked like he wanted to get rid of Haru Renji returned the man's warm treatment. He closed comfortably and wrapped his arms around Haru's waist. Just wanted to sleep quickly.

Haru glanced at the peaceful expression on his face immediately relieved. "Sleep, Ren…" he whispered. "Wake up later I'll make sure your hot tea is ready."

"Hm…" Renji said with his eyes still closed.

"Oh, I can peel some more pears if you want," Haru offered. "Or if not, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"No need."

"You know I'll keep pushing."

Renji's arms that were hugging him now squeezed the hips even though slowly.

"You."

Haru was silent for a moment to hear it. He looked thoughtful, before shaking his head slowly. "No. Not today," he said. "I want you to rest completely."

"You," Renji repeated. This time they opened their eyes and slowly reversed their position. Haru is silent. He just closed when kissed as usual. "Honestly. You lied at the hospital."

DEG

"About what?"

Renji distanced himself, Haru pretended not to know.

"Your wife's back and stuff," Renji said. "Remember how long I've known you? You think you can still pull off such a trivial trick?"

"Haha…" Haru laughed, but bland. He stroked Renji's chest as if he was putting an angry lion to sleep. "You know the necessary impression when you're sick," he reasoned. "It's for the good of your psychology. And . . . there are other people there, too."

"What about Sheila's birthday?"

"When it comes to that, I'm not lying to you," said Haru. "The party is over. When is the day we go to the family restaurant? And she ordered the big cake she wanted."

"So what?"

Haru is silent this time. He just stared at Renji and was reluctant to explain even though his neck was starting to be forcefully fondled.

Haru stared at the ceiling of the room that was very familiar in his memory. Renji's Penthouse. Most of his sexual activity was spent in this place. Whenever Renji wanted, he would be that woman… that man. Countless times his body was toyed with. And sometimes also uses strange sex objects that he got out of nowhere.

"Ren…"

Haru closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from sighing freely. Because Renji would start to lose control if he just let it go.

"Already… okay? I'm just letting you go for a bit this time…"

"No."

"Ren, please…" Haru muttered. His face started to turn red as soon as the bite went down the crook of his neck and touched the tiny bulge on his chest. "A-Ahh… hrrm…"

Haru reflexively bit the back of his hand at that moment. As if he had been trained or used to it… his body did react easily when Renji started to touch him. His eyes glazed over. And his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

Every time they made love, Renji could hear that crazy moan. And if he wanted to say no just once, the ending was always the same.

Renji would continue to touch him, making his nerves work together… to freeze, being stripped one after another. His shirt was slipped off his shoulders, the bulge on his chest was alternately controlled, and a few bites were left around him.

Oh, bad. Why did this man always know how to make it good—even to the point of forgetting how to turn it down?

"I knew you were coming home tonight," Renji said. He let Haru take a breath first despite the difficulty. "But whatever the reason, I will not allow it."

The grip on Haru's face was slowly removed. And in one fell swoop, his lips were crushed again.

"Ahhmn… mn… nn…"

Ah, come on… what can he do? Renji couldn't let go even if he could stop this man's passionate touch.