"Ruki~" Lanling laughed, his cheeks rapidly flushed with color. His embarrassment was overshadowed by the intense desire to continue feeling Haruki's skin against his, to revel in the fire they were stoking together.
He leaned down, his lips brushing Haruki's ear, avoiding another staring contest that tested their resolve not to kiss. "Let's go buy a certain potion tomorrow. I don't have one with me," he whispered, his tone like a siren's call, seductive and filled with promise, tempting Haruki to surrender himself completely.
Haruki didn't know what this potion could do, but the implications were enough to send his heart racing as though it were running a marathon. He wrapped his arms around Lanling, holding him tightly, finding a moment of solace in the blueberry scent that lingered on Lanling's skin. Then, with a burst of determination, he flipped Lanling onto the bed, pinning him down.