Haruki inhaled sharply, the weight of Lanling's words tightening every muscle in his body. The rational part of him teetered on the edge of breaking, barely held in check as he caught Lanling's chin between his fingers and pressed their foreheads together.
Lanling's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and unspoken desire swirling within them. His heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the anxiety of the moment, but in the end, he chose to believe that Haruki would listen to him—a habit resurfacing from when they were young.
Haruki wanted to kiss him. The underlying meaning of Lanling's words had made it clear that Lanling wanted him as well—but they couldn't.
Even though Haruki didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to claim those lips and devour them with fervor, he resolved to obey the words that had come from those seductive lips. His thumbs caressed the soft skin, his gaze burning with craving, and Lanling's heart thudded painfully in his chest.