Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh Zexal. Though I don't think it would be any gayer if I did.
The bodies undulate on the screen in a bizarre dance. Moans and booming bass accompany it, the bare skin stretching out. It makes my extremities tingle and my insides burn.
"Astral?" Yuma calls out, coming up the ladder. "What are you doing up here- oh my god is that porn?"
I manage to tear my eyes away from the luscious display on the TV screen, "What is porn?"
Yuma is scrambling, turning off the television, fretting about his room, his face a bright scarlet. "It's bad! And if Akari finds out that my TV was playing it I'm going to get in so much trouble. Don't watch something like that again pleeeeeease."
That is disappointing. I quite liked the program, "Why is it bad?"
"It just is, okay."
Observation 48: Yuma doesn't like talking about what makes 'porn' bad.
"So, uhh, I'm going to sleep now," he puts on Super Adventure Go Go. I have liked it in the past, but it seems so mundane compared to what was on earlier.
I find myself no longer paying attention to the 'shounen anime,' as Yuma described it. I had assumed that when Yuma said he would die if I saw him in that room, it meant humans couldn't be seen naked. That program proved my assumption false.
I wonder if Yuma looks like the man on the screen under his clothes. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands all over him.
I wonder what Yuma's voice would sound like making those moans that erupted from the man and woman.
My hand is by Yuma's cheek. My hand is touching – no. It goes through. No sensation. No way to answer my musings about how he feels.
Tiny ice crystals seem to be forming around my heart. I don't understand. I don't understand these sensations, hot and cold and pain and pleasure.