Feeling the hands on his body and the warm breath on his neck, he felt goosebumps forming on his body.
He was reminded of Damon, the way he felt beside him; heavy, solid, grounding him in the present. The silky smoothness of his skin under his touch, how he smelled of smoke, sweetness, and the oddest one, coldness. Even now, his laughter rang like bells in his mind every time he let his guard down. All of it haunts Yoshiki, reminding him he's had a taste of sweet poison, tasted their sweetness of it. Yoshiki had given into its sweetness and now he can never escape, but he never wanted to escape. He was too deep, he never wanted to surface from it.
He pushed down the temptation and reached the hand that had almost pulled his belt from his pants, while trying to calm down his heart, it couldn't happen, not yet, he needs to eliminate any chances of the male protagonist getting together with his brother; he needs to be more patient.
