At the entrance to the ostentatiously luxurious bathroom, Haruki saw the candles lighting the path of the petals that continued up the black stone steps to the stone jacuzzi.
'I knew I should have asked Kenta for the jacuzzi,' the singer regretted.
Jun, still wearing his black mask, was enjoying a relaxing bath, in the foam of scented salts, and with a glass of drink in his hand.
Haruki sputtered with desire, and a heart flew from his smartwatch.
"I want to drink from your lips," he spoke his heart out, stirred by the cinematic scene Jun prepared for him.
A heart flew from Jun's app and he threw his head back and let the liquid from his glass fall to his lips. The bad boy's natural sensuality fascinated Haruki.
The singer quickly overcame the distance that separated them and leaned over Jun, taking his lips with passion. Something in Jun's lips was too addictive and made his body possessed by a strange lasciviousness. He hardly recognized himself when he was around this man.
