[Adrian's POV]
He could trace desperation in Johan's kisses. His touches, needy. When another tear slipped at the corner of his eyes, he had to pull away.
"Han." Adrian grabbed both sides of his face, pressing their forehead together. "Han, tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Nothing is wrong, Adrian." Johan reached for his lips again. "I just need you." Kiss. "Close." Another kiss. "Inside." And another one. "I want you inside me now."
"I can't," Adrian said. "Not when you're like this."
"Okay." Johan dropped his weight to the bed. Grabbing the sheets, he gently pushed Adrian away and cocooned himself in a fetal position. "Lock the door when you leave."
Adrian opened his mouth, then closed it again. Carding his fingers through his hair, he got up and walked to the living room with a sigh. They were just happy earlier. He must have fucked up somewhere in their conversation in the kitchen.
