“It’s still annoying…” But that, too, is nothing more than empty noise on Chikusa’s part. Even if it’s annoying… It doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is Ken’s body against him, warm and sturdy, and his eyes drift shut for a while until his partner moves. Slowly, he pushes himself away from the wall as well, moving to rinse the cum splattered along his pale skin.

And then, well….

Then there’s the part they can both agree is nice: heat, sleepy relaxation, and their bodies slumped against each other as they drift together for a while. There’s few things in the world Chikusa would trade it for.