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"Usagi-san?" Misaki asked from the kitchen, his green eyes sparkling. "I don't get it."

"Get what?" Usagi-san replied, looking up from the newspaper.

"How you can you...you know...me so easily without a bed." He resumed frying the spicy vegetables, the flaky scent filling the apartment.

"You should know by now that I can't control my urges, Misaki," Usagi-san snickered and glancing at the young man who, somehow, looked really sexy as the steam rose around him, enhancing his...elegant features.

Who am I kidding, Usagi-san though. He always looks sexy.

Leaping behind Misaki faster than a reindeer, Usagi-san snaked his arms around Misaki's shirt and teasing his stomach with his gentle touch.

"This...this is what...I mean," Misaki uttered, dropping the chopsticks on the pan and tensing with secret pleasure and excitement, under his big hands. "How can...you do this...so easily...without...a...bed."

"Who said that we're not going to use a bed this time?" Usagi-san whisper huskily, ushering Misaki to their bedroom slowly. "Who said that we're not going to have a little fun right now?" His fingers continued ghosting Misaki's flesh, tracing his even-cut abs with a burning lust that was known to both men.

"Usagi-san!" Misaki squirmed, coming to his senses.

"But what about-" He was quickly silenced by Usagi-san's desiring, yet loving eyes.

He sighed, giving up the battle. "Fine, as long as we're back in time before the vegetables burn."

With that, Usagi-san swept Misaki off his feet and carried the young man to their bedroom, al the while Misaki playfully struggled and yelled, "You bastard!"