The fireworks at the festival, the yukata on you.
He tightened his arms slightly, rested his chin on your shoulder, and greedily smelled your scent from the soft black hair.
At least now, you are mine.
By Hisoka
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The goldfish in the water bag, the chest behind me.
Slowly close your eyes, let you hug me from behind, and indulge in your taste from the close embrace.
At least now, you can indulge.
By Illumi
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