Noah
“Michael sure does talk a lot, doesn’t he?” Haru said as he and Noah walked into the hotel room.
Noah wasn’t in the mood to talk about little Michael, nor anyone else for that matter. The fact that he had wasted most of the day hanging out with people other than Haru had already pissed him off, work aside of course.
The moment the door was shut behind them, the man wrapped his powerful arms around the boy and pulled him close, snuggling his nose against Haru’s neck as he planted little kisses on the boy’s flesh.
Haru chuckled. “You’re eager, aren’t you?”
“Hmm...” Noah responded.
“Hold on,” Haru said, pulling away, stopping Noah in his tracks. “We just finished dinner, and I’m sweaty. I’ve been walking around all day, so I need a shower.” He sighed. “I don’t want you to complain about my body odor again.”
Noah raised a brow and then flashed Haru a smile. “You don’t stink. You smell good. Sweet, like a flower.”