How are you still alive?

(A couple of days later)

The ebony-colored penthouse kitchen was silent, except for the passionate affection between the two men. The moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated the room with soft light, creating a backdrop for a romantic moment.

They embraced tightly and their lips met, starting sweetly, then slowly turning more heated with each passing second. Soft murmurs and sighs filled the air around them, accompanied by the sound of their lips parting and coming together again.

The pair of tattooed hands lifted the slender figure as if he weighed nothing and set him on the counter behind them. He appeared startled by the sudden movement as his blue eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I didn't mean to be so rough," the white-haired one said, arching his brows as he tried to gauge the other man's reaction.

Natsuo replied with a shy smile and looked away with flushed cheeks.

"It's okay. I... I liked it," he said quietly.

Jiro smiled warmly, admiration clear in his brown eyes. His muscles bulged and his skin glistened with sweat from his recent workout. He wore shorts and a tank top, showing off the sculpted physique beneath his tanned complexion. Natsuo's frame, on the other hand, was engulfed by oversized clothing that hung loosely on his slim body.

"You are an amazing kisser. I could kiss you forever," he said as he leaned in for another kiss.

Natsuo's cheeks turned deep pink, making his face even more radiant. The tattooed man kept his leaned posture, his breath warm as his lips hovered just above his counterpart's.

Jiro's gaze was full of affection as he studied Natsuo's long lashes and deep blue irises. He reached up and ran his thumb along the other man's cheekbone, marveling at how smooth his blushed skin was.

The teal-haired one cleared his throat, hardly speaking louder than a whisper.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his attention darting between the man's eyes and his lips.

Jiro's expression softened as he let his fingers travel through his roommate's messy hair, brushing his scalp with his fingertips.

"Everything is perfect."

A fond smile spread across his face as he pulled away from the young man.

"What do you want for dinner? I will make it for you."

Natsuo fiddled with the drawstring of his black sweatpants.

"Uh, maybe we can... cook something together? I know, I am not good, but... I can try if you teach me."

Jiro replied with a nod and took his hand on his own. He pressed a gentle kiss on the teal-haired one's knuckles and held it for a moment before backing off.

"I like that idea very much," he said with a smile.

(Later that night)

The tattooed man leaned against the bathroom tiles while standing under the rain shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body like a miniature waterfall.

He closed his eyes and sighed. His thoughts lingered on the events between him and his former classmate.

It had taken every fiber of his being to resist the urge to pull Natsuo closer and devour him until they were both too breathless to continue.

He wished he could have run his tongue along the man's neck, tasting the salty sweat and sweet skin beneath.

He wanted to let his hands wander more, to explore every part of the slender body and feel the lines of his delicate muscles.

He would have loved to witness the younger man quiver in pleasure when he was pleased by him.

But he knew he had to hold back.

He had to respect Natsuo's wishes and not go too far. It was best to move slowly, to give his roommate the freedom to come to him when he was ready.

His mind imagined how their hands would roam each other's forms, discovering the contours of their bodies, tracing the curves of their skin, and touching areas they had never touched before.

There was no end to his fantasies as he envisioned how the other man's pale skin would be tinted with a soft blush, how his breath would catch in his throat as they made love, how their hearts would beat for one another.

The man was struck by a stirring in his loins, a sudden and intense craving that turned the place between his legs turn hard. He had no choice but to let his hands slide down his frame as his dreams of the other man ran wild.

"Jiro?"

The pale brown eyes popped open when he heard his housemate's familiar voice addressing him from behind the bathroom door. He froze in place, his hand still remaining on his rigid form.

"There is a number that keeps calling you. I thought you should know," Natsuo explained.

"I will call them back. Thanks for letting me know," he answered, trying to keep his voice from shaking as he spoke.

He noticed soft footsteps leaving and sighed as the ache in his crotch persisted, his hunger for his adored lover still burning strong.

(A while later)

The teal-haired man hesitantly placed his friend's phone on his ear, answering as the calls kept coming. He meant only to explain that the person they were trying to reach would call them back as soon as possible.

"This is - "

"The roommate who lived on the street?" a sultry female voice inquired from the other side of the line.

Natsuo stood in stunned silence for a moment, staring into the distance in disbelief. He had no idea how the woman knew about him, but he sensed something was wrong.

"Jiro will get back to you soon," he replied as he tried not to reveal his unease.

"I am impressed. Having lived with Takuya for so long, I wonder... how are you still alive? Did he change his mind?"

He sucked in a sharp breath and his heart instantly pounded painfully. His mind raced with conflicting emotions as his eyes landed on the spot where just a few moments ago, they had been kissing and cuddling. In a flash, he felt weird and uneasy, as if he was caught between two different worlds.

"I... I will ask Jiro to contact you."

Natsuo ended the call, his fingers trembling as he stared at the number, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Just then he heard the shower shut off, and shortly after, his tattooed housemate emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist and a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Are you ready to cook, cutie?" he asked with a playful chuckle.

Natsuo moved away from him, handing the phone back to him and avoiding his eyes. Suddenly, something seemed off. His immediate impulse was to run away at that moment, to get away from the man he had grown to care about, but an unknown force stopped him.

"I'm, uh... not feeling that well," he said as he took a few steps back.

"Okay then, I can make dinner so you can lie down," Jiro replied a bit concerned, his laughter disappearing as he saw the other one's painful expression.

"I will just... go to sleep. Goodnight," Natsuo whispered as he faltered his words and stumbled to the guestroom, locking the door behind him for the first time since moving in.