It was so brief. One brush, barely a graze of the fingertips to Shun's arm, and he was flushed red, hands shaking and he didn't know why.
"Shun? Are you okay?" Yuki was clueless, of course, as they washed the dishes from the meal that Shun made. Though, Shun was so red, so shaky and he didn't know why. "Shun?"
Unknowingly, Yuki reached out, gripping Shun's narrow shoulder. Instinctively, Shun yelped and dropped the dish in the sink, not breaking anything but still causing a scene. He leaped back, his cheeks bright pink and his eyes wide with confusion. Every time Yuki touched him, he felt funny, he felt…
"Yuki…" he trailed off, his legs shaking. He grabbed the counter for support. "I don't know if I feel so good right now…"
"Don't feel good?" Yuki became concerned. "Are you dizzy? Do you feel like you'll throw up?" He stepped towards Shun, who became a bit more woozy.
"N-no," he smiled a little, laughing as he tried to explain. "I mean.. every time you touch me I feel all warm and…" Shun suddenly gasped, feeling something weird within his pants- is that…?
"A-ah! I need to use the restroom!" Shun exclaimed, jumping up about 3 feet in the air before darting to the bathroom, leaving Yuki standing in the kitchen, still completely unsure of what just happened. Though, it only took him a few seconds before he heard Shun's…
… noises…
Yuki's face turned a bright red, and he rushed over to the sink, hastily washing the dishes and stacking them. Oh god, he can't be ma—masturbating to me?
Though, when Shun came back, he smiled and acted as if nothing had happened, while Yuki nervously played with his fingers, his blush a constant reminder of what Shun had touched himself for.