Noah
Haru covered his mouth with the back of his hand, as if he was embarrassed. Noah noted the boy was shaking, and he smiled, knowing he had stirred him with just a kiss.
He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Haru’s forehead. “That was nice,” he said.
“I thought it was just a good luck kiss,” Haru said. “That wasn’t just a good luck kiss.”
“That was my good luck kiss,” Noah said. He wrapped his hand around the boy’s wrist firmly and moved the hand away from his very desirable lips. Before Haru could even protest, Noah kissed the boy again, more gently this time though still as passionate.
Haru didn’t fight him, which pleased Noah. When Haru closed his eyes as if to savor the wonderful, intimate moment they were sharing, Noah chuckled and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue right in and began ravishing Haru to his heart’s content.