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Lips left a fluttering trail all the way down to his collar bone, light and teasing, and lazy golden eyes followed the movement. Both of them knew that there wouldn't be any attempts of going any lower than that, and they didn't mind. After all, they had plenty of time.
Jirou sighed, breath tickling the other's neck, and pushed himself up slowly. He hovered over Ryoma with a sleepy grin. "Stop here, right?"
The boy nodded and tugged him back down.
And the nights they spent together would end just like that: Jirou throwing his arm over his Ryoma's stomach, pressing kisses on the damp, dark hair, until they fall into slumber. A couple of hours after the sun rises, Ryoma would blink at his companion and even stare quietly at him for a while before closing his eyes once more.
It was a Saturday morning. They had plenty of time.
Nobody mentioned the typo. I am ashamed of myself.