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Warning : Yaoi, gay, boyxboy, porn, smut, pwp, SEX FRIEND, lack of romance, maybe fluff, aged-up characters, mentions of minor (go to hell, me!), Scary Miyuki, Loving Miyuki (also scary), Mentions of fight and heart crushing experience

Pairing : Miyuki x Sawamura

Disclaimer : This fic is mine, the characters aren't

The Thing About Heavens and Pillows

A Daiya no A fanfic

By Twist

Sex with Miyuki was... something he couldn't entirely put his fingers into -Which was a weird thing to say, since Miyuki was the one putting his finger into him.

Sex with Miyuki wasn't entirely unpleasant, seeing that the older boy had this ability to get Eijun pitch his moan real high. But it wasn't fully pleasant either, what with his awkward way of dealing with things and all. Which was another weird, because Miyuki was the one pushing himself into Sawamura the night before. Both figuratively and literally.

Because Miyuki had been waiting for him after his usual late night bath. Well, that one late bath which hadn't been late enough for Chris-senpai to deem that it was too late and approach him instead. It was some time after autumn before they all passed unto their respective next year, and a day right before weekend. Sawamura could remember he was feeling uncharacteristically chilled, even after that hot refreshing bath he had just took and the thick knitted sweater hugging his frame. What he wasn't sure, however, was whether he had been chilled because of the autumn wind, or because of the cold glint that had shone behind Miyuki's glasses.

And because when Miyuki had finally hauled him towards the equipment shed that was void of people, with long strides, harsh grip, and ignored pleas on his part, Sawamura had found himself trapped between the makeshift prison that was a wall behind his back and a body in front of his torso. Miyuki's voice had been low and demanding, and Sawamura hadn't dared to look at his eyes.

He hadn't remembered what they were talking about however, because the next thing he knew after a cold, piercing stare, was warm breath eating his face, and warm clothes-covered skin pressed into his. Miyuki's hand had slid from both walls near his face to his cheek. The amount of force he had given were warming.

It hadn't been long, then, for pressed lips to turn into dancing tongues, for a gasp to be replied by a moan, and it definitely hadn't been long before Sawamura regretted putting a boxer before his sweatpants.

It had, however, taken too long for Sawamura to gather the mind to check if Miyuki's crotch was in a similiar shape like his, because the time he moved a hand had been the time Miyuki retreated. The time he chased had been the time Miyuki pulled back. And Sawamura remembered the anger he felt that day because Miyuki had left him there that day, cold and confused, and hot and bothered, and fucking aroused. That, and the catcher was apparently a better kisser than him.

Miyuki had twice as many visitors that night, all coming under the excuse of being invited by the owner of the room himself. And Sawamura wasn't that much of an idiot to barge in with a half hard dick hidden behind loose sweatpants. Sawamura had to settle with cold shower that night, which he took again after his hot bath, which just fuelled his anger.

He hadn't caught Miyuki's glimpse for the rest of the next day.

Until early Sunday morning, that was, when Sawamura had decided that he would just wait in front of the catcher's door to demand what the hell was wrong with him.

His patience had been rewarded with a traumatizing talk with Miyuki inside the second year's dorm room. The second he had since he entered Seidou, and the one he had determined to keep as his last.

And somehow, the cold talk had ended with a heated kiss once more.

Sawamura should probably train his brain to remember details. But he still passed his class with his current one, and Kanemaru sorted things he really should remember for his school career's sake, so Sawamura thought he could manage just fine.

That time, however, Sawamura hadn't let Miyuki escape for whatever plan he had for the day, lies or not. Sawamura remembered he had taken Miyuki's dick -which was thicker than him and just stupid, but arousing as hell- into his mouth and blew him. Sawamura remembered his attempt to left the catcher hanging in the same state as he did to him two days before was left futile, because impatient Miyuki on field wasn't the same as an impatient Miyuki on bed. Sawamura remembered his throat dry and raw from being fucked, and he had almost choked with the thickness of the semen he had swallowed. And Sawamura had been wondered when was the last time Miyuki jerked himself off.

Well, he was being a jerk most of the times so maybe he didn't need to jerk off. Ha!

Sawamura remembered as well, seeing his glasses-wearing partner from a new perspective with a new expression, both of which he had never knew existed before, had done a great job at dampening his pants. And he hadn't even stimulate himself yet.

He had demanded Miyuki to satisfy himself this time, because that level of hardness was not one that would go away with cold showers. And he had been thankful because Miyuki had returned his blowjob. Which had been too good, and too skilled, and too quick, and he had definitely needed more than a finger or three inside his ass.

Miyuki had however took his blissed state as a cue to start escaping. In which he did. And Sawamura hadn't caught his glimpse, again, for the rest of the day.

The next day, Miyuki had returned to his default personality, and he teased Sawamura twice as much, avoiding him thrice as much, so much that somewhere along the way Sawamura had decided that he was supposed to ask Miyuki for his balls instead of pitching actual balls to him. But practice match had been drawing near back then, and Sawamura definitely valued baseball above anything. And he definitely valued baseball more than sex. So he focused back into strengthening his fastballs. Which had actually felt weird with Miyuki acting indifferent and avoiding him outside the field with subtle attempts.

Until that time when Sawamura's ass had betrayed him and twitching with want at every single suggestion of sex. Even at the harmless baseball talks his teammates had been having. Oh how he hated how his body seemed to have an actual heat periods once every few months.

On safety purpose, Sawamura should have probably come to Kuramochi to ask him for a hard and fast fuck. But, it was another weekend, and Miyuki had encountered him, and their first heated moment was re-awoken in Sawamura's mind.

Sawamura had demanded for an explanation of his behaviour back then. And he admitted that that wasn't his smartest move. Or it was, depending on people's perspective, because it was right after that talk that Miyuki snapped and finally -like, fucking finally- slammed himself into Sawamura's hole.

And Sawamura still couldn't remember their talk. Either his brain really did screening things, or porn stuff with Miyuki just emptied his head away. Sawamura decidedly preferred the first.

It was their first intercourse, their fastest one, and the start of the most awkward week that Sawamura had ever had since he entered Seidou.

What needed to end the awkwardness was apparently an ask for second serving with less arguments. Which had been exactly what Sawamura did after four weeks either avoiding, being avoided, earning a cold shoulder, being treated like usual, arguments here and there, and finally a soft and submissive talk with the catcher.

Sawamura felt the true terror of hoarse voice from shouting too much after that.

Sawamura remembered the time he spent playing catch with Miyuki was the most stressful month he ever had in his life. Well, after the yips, that was. And after overcoming the third year's graduation in nearing time. And maybe after his stressful choice of high school a year before. Well, he admit it was the most stressful after a lot of things, but it was stressful, period.

However the stress was definitely worth it, if he could feel Miyuki's dick inside him after that for infinite amount of time. Or Miyuki's playful squeeze every between-practice. He hadn't knew that being butt-squeezed could be addicting.

The sex they had after their full-of-drama first was less urgent.

Which was another phrase to say that their pace had slowed down. And with Miyuki being the one in control, he always managed to tone down the pace. Tone them a lot slower, that was.

Because, like the nature he had been born with, Miyuki was still a patient, teasing bastard, sexy stuff or not.

Which was loveable. If only that phrase wasn't filled with so much sarcasm.

Miyuki had this strange habit to leave him frustrated. A lingering touch on his back, a squeeze to his ass, a peck when no one see, or if he being extra jerk, a deep kiss in the shower and quick caress to his crotch, before leaving him to his own business. It was Miyuki who initiates things, but it wwould always be Sawamura who begs for the sex. This doubled Sawamura's wariness when he was on field with Miyuki, what with his teasing mouth and wandering hands.

Miyuki also had this strange habbit to deny him. He would trap Sawamura, sometimes tie him if they feel like it, and work Sawamura into his orgasm, slowly but surely, but very, very slowly. Tongue and lips filled with promises that felt like forever before it was fulfilled. Hands either tightly securing Sawamura's limbs or roaming and exploring his body.

Sawamura still seek for him, however. Because despite teasing and denying, Miyuki still delivered the best orgasm.

Their difference of living places wasn't that much of a bother, because over the time they spent on high school, they managed to exchange number once. It had been for urging purposes back then, like hard dicks or empty asses or promises to fuck. But after they graduate, the things they talked through phone were getting vast.

The promises things were still present though, but they didn't solely focus on that anymore.

And as they ocassionally hang out together or eating together, being in the same college and all, Eijun knew just what it needed to turn Miyuki's switch to get in the mood. He knew like Miyuki knew how to turn his own switch.

One thing that surely got Miyuki into the mood was calling him "senpai" in a suggesting manner.

And "senpai" would be how Sawamura call him whenever he tried to seduce his upperclassman. Or when he tried to get Miyuki down to his knees. Even if the purpose of the kneeling was to suck him and to get him under Miyuki.

And Miyuki would then answer with a low growl. Sometimes with teasing remarks, which meant Sawamura needed to throw another suggestive phrases, and then, Miyuki would growl. And when Miyuki growled and pitched his voice several tone lower, that meant the game was on.

"You really are a cheeky brat," would be what Miyuki say when Sawamura was winning his game.

And he didn't know if Miyuki was either turned on by dirty talk, or just plainly had a kink of being called "senpai". But what Sawamura knew was that Miyuki liked, loved even, having one. Dirty talk, that was. And Sawamura knew that he himself was unquestionably turned on by the talk.

"Look at you, already dripping wet from just a kiss. You sure you're not a virgin?" Miyuki would ask, after he drugged Sawamura into a half-dazed state with his kiss.

"I... I think... I'm sure you knew after spending so much time with me, senpai," would be Sawamura's unintelligent reply. If he managed to clear his head a little.

"Oh, yes, I would," Miyuki would say, then, hand sneakily perched into various places on his body. "How can I forget repeatedly slamming my hard dick into this wet, demanding hole?"

"Ah..." would be Sawamura's moan as he arched his back.

"How can I forget you being all loud and sexy when I let you eat my dick, again, and again, and again, and until you are fucked out?"

And Sawamura would reply with a whimper, because who the hell could talk with a hand tweaking his nipple, a tongue in another, fingers circling but didn't entering his hole, and hot breath fanning to his face, and husky tone delivering embarrassing words into his face?

Sawamura then, always the impatient one, would ask with a shaky tone, "Mi... senpai... G... Give me..." he would say.

But then Miyuki would retreat with a "But I don't think you're interested in this Sawamura," face dramatically saddened, smirk threatening to fall from the edge of his lips.

And Sawamura would get worked up because the very promising pleasure on his arse was missing and he was on the edge of being left unsatisfied. "What the hell, bastard, I asked!" would be what Sawamura said after he caught his breath.

But then Miyuki would be a step further as he leaned back, fingers probing against wet hole once more, this time already lubricated within the time Sawamura used to prepare his snap. "If you really want this, Sawamura," Miyuki would say, his grin returning full force. "Why don't you beg?"

And Sawamura would then whimper again, half confused because didn't he already do that?

"C'mon, Sawamura, show me your best plea," Miyuki would demand then, "show me that you want to be fucked by this hard dick of mine."

And like he could hear every words that were marked italic, Sawamura would whimper, and his face would reddened even more. And distinctly Sawamura would wonder, how the hell did Miyuki expected him to talk when he kept stealing Sawamura's ability to speak away?

Sawamura started to wonder if Miyuki's dirty talk kink was born from his annoyance of Sawamura's voice and whether he just want to shut him up.

And as if his very, very long initiation talk wasn't enough, Miyuki always took his damned sweet time on prepping him.

Every time Miyuki put a finger, it felt like centuries before he add another. It could be seen as a careful act, of course, but given how much Miyuki kept hitting, brushing, clawing his prostate without giving the same attention towards his bulging genital, added with the fact that those smirk just kept fucking grow the closer Sawamura was into tears, Sawamura was pretty sure Miyuki was just toying with him.

"Fu- fuck... fuck me... ah... se-ah! senpai-"

"That was quite an order you speak, Sawamura." Miyuki would reply. "Didn't Kuramochi remind you enough how to speak towards your senpai?"

"Please, dammit!" Sawamura would scream, and cried, and wiggle, and just tried to do whatever to get his touch.

Miyuki would then reply with a chuckle. "So rude, aren't we?" He would reply, fingers scissoring a little before clawing Sawamura's prostate once more, milking another scream and another tear from the younger male.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ah-"

Miyuki then would prob another finger into his entrance, sending new jolts along Sawamura's spine at another promise.

"I guess you wouldn't really want this, then?" Miyuki would ask, voice heavy from straining his own need.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please, senpai, please please pleasepleasepleaseple- aah!"

"Do you like having fingers messing with your ass that bad, Sawamura?"

And Miyuki's dirty words combined with his increasing fingers would effectively choke the words Sawamura was about to sputter.

And as if he hadn't mess with Sawamura enough, Miyuki still took his fucking sweet time before he finally penetrated Sawamura.

"Please give me, senpai!" Sawamura would beg as he cried. "I'm begging you, please..."

"Please what, Sawamura?" Miyuki would reply with a husky whisper right into his ear, lips pressed lightly against his ear leaf.

"Please fuck me, senpai! Give me your dick! Fuck, please just fuck me, Miyuki-senpai! Fuck my ass, senpai! Please, senpai! Miyuki-senpai!" Sawamura would scream like a broken toy because he was ready to kneel and beg and do whatever it takes to just stick Miyuki's dick into his aching hole. And if dirty talks were what it took, then so be it. Although the twitch his swollen dick had just delivered were a reminder for his body not to took dirty talks lightly.

"You still suck at this kind of talk," Miyuki would snicker, making Sawamura's blood boil somehow.

"But you're begging like a good boy," he would continue before Sawamura could retort. "And this pretty good boy deserves my dick."

And that was when he would finally thrust into Sawamura.

Sawamura would almost lose himself. Because Miyuki was finally inside him, and he was embarrassed by the dirty talk, and most importantly, he was reminded of how much he liked to be complimented. He could feel shivers down his spine and he could hear his sigh were shaking. Damn, He felt so weak, but he also felt so perfect.

Miyuki then would lift his head and give Sawamura a quick peck, hand steady beside brown head while another hold a leg across his shoulder tight.

"Now, aren't you happy to finally eat my dick, Sawamura?" Miyuki would snicker, because of course, if someone could snicker when he was balls-deep into an ass, it would be Miyuki fucking Kazuya.

"Shut up and move, you shitty senpai," Sawamura would say between tears, after he was done feeling embarrassed and realizing his ass clenced around Miyuki after the words.

Miyuki then would snicker and started his fucking, very much aware of Eijun's sigh of "finally" that he more often than not muttered during his first thrust.

And Sawamura was out of curse words already here when he said Miyuki still taling his time in fucking his ass.

He would go real slow in the begining, and would only quicken his pace, decades after Sawamura's pleas. And he still wouldn't give Sawamura's hard, swollen member it's long awaited award. Like being touched. Shit, why would a catcher's grip be that strong in trapping his hands away from his cock?

Sawamura found himself almost always considering to get Miyuki mad sometimes so they could have an angry sex, and Miyuki could still pleasure him while being a little faster for it. But then he remembered his vow the second time he gotten on Miyuki's bad side and exited the plan strategically. And no, he wasn't being a coward, thank you very much.

Most often as well, actually, Sawamura would feel too overwhelmed with Miyuki's denying pleasure, that he would turn them over, so that Miyuki's back would be meeting the mattress as he sat on the catcher's hard on.

"Oof!" Miyuki would let out, taken by surprise, and a little bit of anticipation, once he found himself under the one that previously had been his prey.

"You... ha- you know, Miyuki Kazuya... If you couldn't fuck me right, I'll just do it myself."

"You sure have the guts telling me that I couldn't fuck you right when you just had been moaning my name non stop."

"Shut up!" Sawamura would exclaim. Because no, he wasn't in the mood for a banter. He would be for another time, but for now, he really needed his fucking.

And Sawamura had this strange shiver dancing along his skin every time he managed to push his partner down. Because, while he can be a good submissive bottom, being an attentive one was more of his forte. And unlike Kuramochi, Miyuki would always let him had his way. In fact, Sawamura could swear Miyuki liked it when he was under Sawamura.

"Watch me, senpai," Sawamura would say, as he rapiy coming up and down, stumbling in every few movement. "Watch me ride you -ah, yes yesyes ah-"

Miyuki would let a hand steady the pitcher after a stumble or two, grin still present and eyes half lidded behind layers of lust.

"If you're planning to quicken the pace, Sawamura," Miyuki would say after he let Sawamura impaling himself on top if him. "You should probably do it in a pace like this," he would continue as he lift his hips sharply to deliver a hard thrust.

And Sawamura would cry out because damn, he was being filled so deep inside, and fuck, Miyuki finally touch him.

"Come on, come on, come on, Sawamura," Miyuki would say as he kept thrusting upwards. Stupid catcher and their strong legs.

Sawamura would then become a very unintelligent words spewing mess. And he would reminiscence some time after about how the hell did he think he can overrule Miyuki when it was as clear as a strike that the glasses bastard was always the one in control? Stupid catcher and their controlling trait.

But that was for some time later. For the current time however, Sawamura was pleased just being able to scream and get fucked.

And he needed to concentrate on the game, because it wasn't until years later that Miyuki would finally let him cum. Or completely deny him again, and waiting for his begs and pleas before finally let him come with a long stroke. Stupid sadistic bastard. Everything about Miyuki was stupid!

But Sawamura liked this stupid person.

Because Miyuki would sit some time around when they fuck, hips still working despite sneaking arms covering a waist. Sawamura would be too busy hoarsing his voice to realize the change up, before he felt a warm breath and a sharp sting against his nipple.

"You are very pretty like this, Sawamura," Miyuki would say betwen his kiss with the perked bud. "So very, very pretty."

And Sawamura didn't know how Miyuki could quickly switch dirty talks into compliment talks, but it didn't really matter as the talks would only serve to draw him nearer to his most desire orgasm.

But when Sawamura just a strike or two away from shooting his load, Miyuki, being the bastard he was, would suddenly stop all hips motion and tightening his grip on Sawamura's very, very swollen member.

"No! No! No! No! No! Please no! No! Please don't stop, Miyuki-senpai!" Sawamura would frantically call, voice ever growing louder.

"Sshhh..." Miyuki would say with a forced calmness, Sawamura knew from the way his own breath was shaking. The warm hush he felt against his nipple served to send another wave of shiver. "Calm down, Sawamura!"

"I can't calm down you bastard! I'm already this close to come!" Sawamura would shout as he wiggle his hips, trying to return the movement. But the arms around him were tight and secure, and Sawamura knew instantly that even if he was on top of Miyuki, he still was on Miyuki's mercy.

"Please, Miyuki-senpai, I beg you," Sawamura would say then, tears of frustation rolling down his cheek. "I want to come! Please -hic- Please make me come, Senpai. -hic- Please thrust your thick hard cock into -hic-my... my a-hic- and let -hic- Let me... -hic- I want to come, Senpai-hic-"

And Miyuki would silence him with a kiss. So open, so hot, and so urgent, full of promises that he would bring Sawamura pleasures, far than that he could imagine.

"That was a very nice plea, Sawamura," Miyuki would say, voice shaking and body shivering. "You're being a very good boy." And Sawamura would shiver again at the kiss and compliment.

Miyuki then would pull back with a grin and rhetorically asked, "Shall I give this good boy a reward?" before continuing his thrust and pump in a maddening pace.

And then, he would finally let Sawamura come. Which he shortly followed after.

Sawamura knew he always scream louder when he was coming undone by Miyuki. Eyes dilated and throat vibrating, tears flowing freely from his previous cries, strikes of white kept flowing and shooting, and Sawamura knew only Miyuki can make him cum this long. The orgasm he had with Miyuki always felt the best. Every time they were together, the pleasure he had with Miyuki would only increase.

But with Miyuki, sex wasn't as simple as just fucking and coming. Because Miyuki was so full of worship that he would kiss Sawamura's body after they came. Each and every time.

Sawamura couldn't help but feeling his heart flutter at seeing Miyuki giving light kisses at every inch of his body, muttering praises every now and then.

"Stop that," Sawamura would say, voice tired, cheek wet and eyes ready to close. "I'll get hard."

And Miyuki would reply with a snicker. "Horny much?" He would remark.

And Sawamura would glare at him, with half lidded and tired eyes, which would draw another snicker from Miyuki's throat and another kiss from his lips, landed in one of his glaring eye.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." Miyuki would say softly, very uncharacteristically so. But Sawamura would be too tired to be aware of the sudden gentleness.

Miyuki's apartement was great, with bathroom located very nearly towards the bed. which led Sawamura to forget his tiredness for a moment easier than when he was in his own bedroom. That and Miyuki's teasing in the morning when he wouldn't clean himself was almost too much to handle. He did not faint from how great Miyuki had been fucking him, thank you very much.

Miyuki would sometimes watched him as he clean himself, making sure Sawamura didn't sleep in the bath. He didn't nag, of course, but his annoying remarks were enough reminders for Sawamura to clean himself properly.

"That was some stain you left on your body, Sawamura. Do you want people to know about us that much?"

"Shut up, senpai."

Another thing that was great about spending the night at Miyuki's was the breakfast. He didn't know how Miyuki do it, nor did he know why did the universe give this kind of talent to this bastard among all people. But what he did know was he never, ever, regretted spending his mornings at Miyuki's.

For the breakfast, that was. Morning baths and morning conversations however, he had another opinion.

"Gah! Miyuki Kazuya!" Sawamura would shriek as he ran exiting the bathroom.

"What?" Miyuki would reply, aprons on and both hands preparing breakfast.

Sawamura then would halt in front of him, face frantic and fingers pointing at all too obvious reds displayed on his skin. "Why do you have to leave so much mark!?" He exclaimed.

Miyuki then would reply with a chuckle. "You didn't seem to mind last night, though."

"Of course I would mind in the morning, you bastard!" Sawamura would flail. "Shit, how the hell can I change for practice today with this many marks on my chest?"

"I also left as much on your back, by the way." Miyuki would chime in, not looking the least guilty.

"Oh God, no, you didn't!" Sawamura wpuld speak in horror as he scrambled back to the bathroom. "Shit! You did! Miyuki Kazuyaaaa!" He would scream from the bathroom.

And Miyuki would bend down in the kitchen, arms pressed tight into his stomach as he heaved for air. And when Sawamura came back, he wouldn't appreciate the bastard laughing his ass off.

"Come on, stupid," Miyuki would say, wiping the tears from his face, after he managed to calm them both. "Let's have breakfast already."

And Sawamura would pout and kick then, but Miyuki would always manage to sit him down in the kitchen. Any fusses he threw before would die down once he get his first mouthful. Honestly, he might start listening to Miyuki if he change his threat to reducing Sawamura's potrion of morning palate instead of forcing a kiss for a mistake.

Sometimes Sawamura would wonder what the hell happened with their first time playing merry go round? The Miyuki in front of him now was very relaxed and very light hearted, he started to think the Miyuki who had kissed him first in his second year was a delusional. The shiver he felt against remembering the memory, however, didn't agree much.

The thing he had with Miyuki wasn't really something he can put his fingers into. It was frustating and annoying and honestly nerve-grating, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant either. Especially since sex with Miyuki would always blind him and guide him to see pleasure only.

But despite the confusion, Sawamura knew, whatever thing he had with Miyuki, wasn't somehing he was entirely willing to give up. If anything, Sawamura would rather keep their relationship as they were right now.

Which was to say, Sawamura still wouldn't hesitate to shake the filth out of the catcher if he was being too annoying. Which he would be doing soon, actually, if the glasses bastard didn't stop that leer and smirk soon. Very, very soon, that was.

end of chapter 2

Thank you for proceeding this story

Innuendo for this chapter

Home run : sexual intercourse

A/n :

Wow. This chapter is long. And dirtier than before.

The starting of this fic is so full of innuendo that I had to go and clear things off my mind somewhere in the middle. I don't even get any idea where does my mind pick such a trait.

And if you notice, I had been playing with tenses in this fic. Which hurt my head. And I need to review what I had written so I won't type embarrassing mistakes. Which, I'm sure I had done in my previous fics.

And I know I said I didn't want to write so much minor nswf, or at all, but Miyuki is just so confusing, and I think if he really did did Eijun, it would be in high school, and with a serious issue of pull and push game that was so complicated that anyone but Eijun would back away from this game. Stupid insecure trait and all. You might notice I put so many paragraphs just at Eijun recounting their past. And that, I already managed to tone down into a month and putting minor details away. Because like I said in the summary, this was supposed to be a pwp and I don't want to dwell into feelings that much. Well, not now anyway.

Also, it is something that's almost canon in my head, that if Miyuki's gonna be teasing and rewarding on field, then he would act so with the person he slept with. And I didn't say bed because I don't think bed matters much for him. But that's just me.

And I'm once again rambling when I'm sure that nobody is interested in this section. Ugh... Am I that much of a loner?

By the way, I thank my autotext as my forever loyal forever patient corrector and beta. Also my gurl, Fang, who is active in fictionpress only. Please check her story, Fangs and Ichor.