Fainting

"Galant."

Galant's skin glazed over as Arghi called out to him slowly as he deepened his face deeper into Arghi's flat stomach. Galant had a strong desire to wear this thin shirt that blocked his face so that he could come in direct contact with Arghi's smooth skin.

"Hm?" Galant muttered in response and for Arghi to continue talking while Galant listened to the voice that seemed to caress him gently. No one had ever treated Galant like this and loved him lovingly and also something different that Galant did not know for him to say. With all he has from Arghi that has become a full part of his life, how can Galant let Arghi go?

"I'm sorry—" Galant hated the words coming out of Arghi. He knew that Arghi had not the slightest fault for Galant, even if Arghi did it it was Galant's fault. Galant placed his palm right on Arghi's lips and he quietly felt the delicate and also chewy texture in his hand.