Hot skin caressed hot skin; both of the two boys moaned in unison as the continued the tender touching and kissing. Yoite felt Miharu's hand touching him between his legs through his pajama bottoms and Yoite made a muffled cry of pleasure, arching his back, his bare chest pressing against Miharu's.
"Oh Yoite..." Miharu mumbled, kissing him on the cheeks. Yoite's face flushed the deepest shade of pink Miharu had ever seen, and he smiled as he licked the boys heated cheek.
"M-Miharu, I-ah!" Miharu's fingers began inching past the rim of his pants and traveled to his hot member, touching it with cold finger tips and caressing it. Yoite grabbed his wrists as he shuffled his hips, feeling a heat swelling down in the area Miharu's soft hand was. Miharu skimmed his lips against the shell of Yoite's ear, biting at the earlobe gently before kissing his ear again.
"You're perfect..." His whispered in his ear, Yoite's heart froze; what did Miharu mean by that? No, he must have heard him wrong, there's no way he heard that correctly.
"M-Miharu..." He breathed out through swollen lips. He felt Miharu's fingers press against the wet cavern and he gasped as he arched his back again against Miharu, blue eyes wide and swelling with pleasured tears. Miharu kissed his gaping lips and licked the back of his teeth making Yoite close his eyes to a painful extent.
"Yoite..." Yoite opened his blue, dazed eyes to stare into those green eyes he had come to fall for. "I love..."
Blue eyes shot open and Yoite darted up from his warm bed. Yoite gasped for air and clutched his sweater, leaning over his knees covered by his blankets. His lungs were begging for air and he panted to regain the air he wasn't sure how he lost.
"N-Not again..." He breathed out pitifully. His heart was beating so fast and painfully in his chest he was sure at this moment he would die right there and then, and he was cursing himself in his mind for breaking his promise to Miharu and dying, though he didn't. Yoite tried breathing slowly and wiped his forehead with his forearm, noticing how badly he was sweating. He breathed out shakily as he stared at his shaking hand, covered in black and blue bruises and markings.
He had been having these dreams recently, the same dream, always with the same person, with the boy who, a few weeks ago, had promised to erase his existence.
"Miharu..." He whispered. He looked up from his covered legs and looked around the room; there was no sign of the mentioned boy, and his heart dropped. Every dream was the same; Miharu would find out his most painful secret in a night filled with emotion and passion, and accept him for who he was, saying he was perfect or beautiful or something more wonderful, but then, right before he would say those three words no one had ever said to Yoite, he'd wake up, his heart beating painfully in his chest every time. It brought tears to his eyes every night these dreams happened.
Yoite reached under the blankets and covered the area between his legs with the hand that wasn't still gripping his sweater. He had that warm feeling again, and he only got it when this dream happened. He felt the odd wetness between his legs and thighs and it made him shiver as he pulled his hand away, wanting to touch anything but that area which he did not understand. He bent over his legs and bit back painful sobs, fighting back tears that wanted to fall every night this dream happened, though it was a pointless fight, the tears spilled over his tightly closed eye lids and down his cheeks, pooling together at his chin and dropping onto his blanket.
"I-I don't understand..." He stammered.