Not Like Him

Shine keeps his word and is already waiting for Umi, focused on his phone screen. But the moment he spots Umi, the phone flies straight into his pocket. “And what’s your schedule here?” Umi sits down beside him. “You’re always in the same spot.” Shine shrugs. “I don’t want to miss the chance to see you longer.” He reaches out his hand. Umi shakes it, astonished, and doesn’t hurry to let go. “What if I come earlier next time?” he says, teasingly. “First I’ll be upset, then I’ll start coming even earlier,” Shine answers calmly, still holding Umi’s hand in his. “And what about work?” Umi asks again, trying to get a better look at his eyes. “Green?” “I have a great schedule,” Shine smiles. “I start in the morning and finish fairly early. Unless I get called in for an emergency surgery…” he adds with a chuckle. Stanley abruptly sets a drink in front of Umi — one he hadn’t even ordered yet. Umi has to let go of Shine’s hand to take a casual sip. “But you still have to go to bed early,” Umi says, a little sadly. “I don’t see that as a problem. I wouldn’t spend the whole night in the club anyway. There’s nothing to do here.” “But you don’t have to stay in the club. There are other ways to have fun.” “He won’t think I’m hinting at something, will he?” Umi panics over his own words. “Here we go again. This time he’ll definitely think I’m hopeless.” Would he like to sleep with Shine? Of course. Would it be easy? No. Would he be upset if Shine rejected? Very. “There are weekends for other kinds of fun,” Shine smirks, seemingly ignoring Umi’s flustered expression. “Unfortunately, ours don’t match.” “But I don’t work late either,” Umi quickly adds, not wanting the conversation to end on such a sad note. “So technically, I’m free every night.” Shine chuckles, smiling. And Umi realizes he’s just blurted out nonsense again. “Free every night. Anyone who hears this, feel free to fuck me anytime.” “Too bad, I work tomorrow. So I won’t be able to brighten your night today.” “He really does speak in hints. But he neither seduces nor insults. He simply states facts. And why would he insult me? He’s just an acquaintance, and we each have our own lives.” “No problem,” Umi replies lightly. “Besides, it turns out my work takes care of that pretty well.” Shine narrows his eyes with interest. “Yesterday I got an unusual order. A crazy client wanted an aquarium above his bed. Said it’s the only way he can sleep. If it were me, I’d be sending him for therapy. Everyone at the office freaked out, thought it was the end. There’s no way he could keep his damn mouth shut. You could tell he’s full of shit. And our reputation was on the line.” Shine nods, both understanding and intrigued. “They decided to dump it on me, since I’m the most gifted one. But I’ve got my own quirks — maybe I’d someday get caught in something just as ridiculous. I sat with it… and figured it out.” “You decided to deal with the client the classic way?” Shine gestures across his neck with his thumb. Umi laughs. “I might be crazy, but that’s not my field. I suggested replacing the aquarium with a light panel that simulates moving water and reflections. Told him it’s safer, cheaper, and more atmospheric — the water in a real aquarium doesn’t move anyway, and no fish to feed.” “And how did he react?” Shine leans closer to Umi’s face. “I don’t know which argument convinced him, but he agreed — and gave me a day for the visualization. And since I’m a pro at the second part, today he had the model on his screen. Now my colleagues joke that I saved everyone from a flood. Let them joke all they want — the idiot paid well.” Shine bursts out laughing, a hint of pride crossing his face. He places a hand on Umi’s shoulder and squeezes lightly. “You know, I never doubted you could handle anything. You’re lucky your work gives you so much emotion.” “You should’ve told that to my parents ten years ago,” Umi snorts. “They said I’d end up designing lingerie. Though I don’t see a problem with that.” Shine nods, understanding. “I decided I’d had enough humiliation and moved to another city — well, here. They weren’t in any hurry to see me, probably still embarrassed by their pervert son. But at least now they don’t try to change me.” Just then, Stanley appears, setting a glass in front of Umi. “This one’s from that guy,” he smirks, nodding toward the gentleman in question. Umi feels a whole mix of emotions — anger at the failed admirer, embarrassment in front of Shine, and indignation at Stanley, who is smirking slyly at him. “Doesn’t it bother him that I… ahem,” he coughs nervously, “I’m not alone here?” “Well, I don’t know,” Stanley smirks unpleasantly. “Maybe he’s waiting for your companion to leave so he can… brighten your night.” Umi doesn’t dare look at Shine. He lowers his eyes to his glass, not touching it. “Let him drink and brighten someone else’s night, then.” “That’s a mistake,” the bartender says, half-scolding, half-mocking. “I heard he’s amazing in bed.” “Listen, piss off already,” Umi hisses, sharply pushing the glass away. “And don’t come near me again.” Stanley walks off, and Umi finally hesitantly looks at Shine. Shine watches the end of the confrontation calmly, continuing to sip his drink. “Sorry…” Umi mumbles. “For what?” the guy genuinely wonders. “You’re not the one trying to drag someone into bed by sending drinks through random people.” “So that’s all that embarrasses him? And what about the fact that this idiot completely ignored his presence?” “That’s exactly what my parents used to say…” Umi grumbles. “People like me never earn respect.” Shine opens his mouth to interrupt, but Umi doesn’t let him. “And your family?” Umi meets Shine’s unreadable gaze. “If you mean my parents, I haven’t seen them in years. To be precise, since they kicked me out as a teenager. But the family I found later — I have no reason to blame them.” “As a teenager?” Umi barely whispers. Yes, his parents, though not directly, still indirectly forced him to leave home. But he was already self-sufficient enough to make the decision on his own. Everyone has heard of people disowned by their parents for not being what they wanted them to be. But personally, he had never met anyone who had been rejected by their own family. Or maybe he had, but he’d never had a deep conversation with them. And now he sees such a person in front of him. And it’s not just anyone. It’s Shine. His best conversational partner and, it seems, his first crush. “They didn’t want to listen to me,” he continues calmly. “They said they didn’t need a son like me. That, in fact, they didn’t have a son at all.” A pause follows, and Umi decides to place his hand on Shine’s forearm. Shine doesn’t react, his thoughtful eyes fixed ahead as he continues, “I was lucky to find a real family almost immediately. They gave me everything — shelter, food, clothes, safety, and most importantly — self-respect. The conviction that I am not a mistake of nature, as my parents called me. Without them, I would have ended up trading my body on the streets for a fix.” Shine takes a deep breath, and Umi, sensing the rightness of his next move, doesn’t hesitate. He draws Shine close and hugs him. Shine presses against his chest, breathing evenly. It might seem that this revelation doesn’t move him, but Umi feels the powerful beating of his heart. They sit like that until Shine finally speaks, “I don’t know how, after everything that’s happened, I didn’t lose faith in people,” he continues, still hugging Umi from behind. “Why I wanted to help them… Perhaps because my family included people with serious health problems. And I decided to dedicate my life to medicine. My family helped me again. They never let me quit school, and later they scraped together enough for college. Thanks to them, I shaped my life the way I wanted.” Shine gently pulls away from Umi, picks up his glass again, and takes a sip. “I wanted to completely cut off all ties with my parents. My new family helped me choose a new name, and as soon as I turned eighteen, I ran to change my documents. I didn’t expect it to become such a defining moment in my life, but that’s when I truly felt free.” “I never understood,” Umi says hoarsely, looking Shine in the eyes. “How can someone reject their own child? That’s a part of them. And yet, people who are completely unrelated by blood, barely knowing you, can turn out to be much more humane and become your new family?” “As long as homophobia exists, only we can understand and support each other,” Shine says, taking Umi’s hand. “And if someone comes to me, disowned by their own blood family, I won’t hesitate to help them — just like my family helped me.” His face darkens again, and Umi squeezes his hand. “Forgive me,” he says. “For what?” Shine doesn’t understand and tries to joke. “You didn’t disown me, did you?” “Forgive me for making you remember what you had to go through.” “Stop it,” Shine smiles sadly. “It hasn’t been a problem for me for a long time. It’s been years, and I hardly ever think about it.” “Umi, damn it! He hardly ever thinks about it. It must hurt him! And I went and reminded him again!” It seems Shine reads everything in his expression and laughs. “Umi, stop blaming yourself for everything. If I didn’t want to remember, would I have started telling you all of this?” Umi nods sadly. “You’re actually so sweet when you get embarrassed —” “Sweet?“ “But don’t think you’re ruining anything. It’s me who always behaves like a log. Not because I don’t want to talk to you, but because I like listening to you. And since you managed to get me to share this whole story, you can be proud of yourself. I’m really glad you let me share it.” Umi looks at him in astonishment. “I didn’t ruin anything? Or is this just polite? But he really would have stayed silent if I’d been too pushy.” Shine taps on his phone screen, and Umi feels a pang of sadness. Confirming his thoughts, Shine says, “I should get going,” he says, squeezing Umi’s hand one last time before letting go. “Rounds start early tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep. And you? Well, your evening of fun is just beginning. Make sure to enjoy yourself before dealing with your next idiot client.” He smiles broadly, the faint lines around his dark (?) eyes adding charm to his expression. “But not with that smug guy,” he adds, nodding toward the side. For farewell, Shine squeezes Umi’s shoulder and gives him a grateful look. His eyes linger over Umi’s face, but without doing anything more, he says goodbye and walks away. Umi watches him in astonishment. He… blessed him to have sex with someone else? Does he really not care what Umi does after that heart-to-heart? But what were those looks he kept giving him? “I’m screwed,” thinks Umi. “But damn, I want to fuck.” Definitely not that idiot — there are plenty of other nice guys around. And when, an hour later, someone presses him against the cold sheets, he realizes that it’s not a random partner before him — but Shine’s face. At that moment, he loses all restraint and writhes wildly under the real guy. And when he comes, he seems to barely whisper Shine’s name. “And how the hell is one supposed to interpret that?”

✦ ✧ ✦

  Closing the door behind him, Umi comes to the realization that he goes to the club the way some people go to work — without skipping, strictly on schedule, with a sort of dress code, too. His favorite tight black jeans, understated tops, and a faint scent of the sea — it’s not for nothing that the meaning of his name once came up. He could even use that old perfume lying around. Besides, Shine never showed that he disliked the smell. Shine, Shine, Shine… He’s the only thing on his mind. Working on commissions — he immediately remembers Shine’s admiration. Grocery shopping — he scans the crowd, hoping to spot a flash of red hair. Even when he goes to bed, he can still feel the warmth of a hand resting on his shoulder. How did Fox manage to enchant him like this? The club is packed, as always. Umi skillfully weaves through the aroused crowd, and his eager gaze lands on an empty seat. “Did he just step away? Or hasn’t arrived yet? Or isn’t coming at all?” Umi gestures for Stanley, who, as usual, approaches with a wide grin. “Hey, Umi.” Umi nods. “On your own tonight?” Stanley glances at the empty stool. “Couldn’t your boyfriend accept that heartfelt conversations aren’t enough for you?” Umi bristles. “He’s not my boyfriend,” he snaps, grabbing Stanley by the forearm and fixing him with a fierce stare. “Is he here? Did you say something to him?” “He wasn’t here,” the bartender snaps back, pulling free. “And I don’t have time for your drama. You ordering something or what?” Umi absently names the first drink that comes to mind and checks the time on his phone. “What if something happened to him? A car accident? A robbery? What if he’s somewhere completely alone right now, bleeding out — and there’s no one around who can help him? And why didn’t we exchange numbers? Does he think I’d be clingy? Or did he really choose not to come?” When the cocktail arrives, untouched, Umi opens the news app and starts scrolling through recent incidents. No serious accidents nearby. The crime reports are quiet, too. “But what if something happened while he was at home? A heart attack? Cardiologists get those too. Slipped in the shower and hit his head? A gas leak? He might live alone. What if he’s lying on the floor right now, and no one even knows?” The guesses keep piling up. Umi tries to rein in his imagination, finishing his drink and ordering another. “What if he does show up and I’m already drunk? I should slow down.” He stares at the fresh glass as if hypnotized, when suddenly someone touches his shoulder. “Hey,” a voice whispers right into his ear. Shine drops down beside him, out of breath, his copper hair messy and pulled into a sloppy ponytail. He looks utterly exhausted — and his eyes, guilty and unmistakably blue this time, give him away. “Hey,” Umi exhales. “He came. Fuck. He actually came. But what the hell happened to him?” “Sorry,” Shine says, studying him closely. “Today was a disaster.” And he orders a drink from Stanley. “Will you tell me?” Umi asks, unexpectedly firm. “An emergency surgery. Five hours. High risk of complications.” “And how did it go?” “Better than we could’ve hoped. We saved him. No idea how the postoperative period will go — it’s a complicated case. But he was lucky the attack didn’t happen at night. The whole OR team was on-site.” “But you still came…” Umi says, stunned. “Of course,” Shine replies calmly, taking the drink from Stanley. “I tried to pull myself together as fast as I could. Still didn’t make it in time.” “But why would you—” Umi mutters. “You didn’t have to rush here. You’re exhausted.” “Blaming yourself again?” Shine asks. “I came here to get rid of the exhaustion.” “But you were on your feet for five straight hours,” Umi protests. “If it were me, I’d have collapsed into bed the second I got home.” “Still ahead of me,” Shine says with a mysterious huff. “By the way, because of the emergency, another doctor is covering for me tomorrow. Which means I don’t have to rush home early tonight.” If he’d said it in his usual tone, Umi would’ve taken it as a simple statement of fact. But this time Shine sounds like he’s… flirting? “Will you tell me about the surgery?” Shine snorts. “That’s definitely not for your ears.” “But why?” Umi pouts, genuinely offended. “Let me tell you what happened before it instead.” And he does — describing his day, sharing his thoughts and feelings. Umi relaxes, and only after a while realizes he’s barely listening at all. He’s drawn in by the timbre of Shine’s voice, by his intonation, by the way he’s speaking — a way Umi has never heard before. Shine is so… open. “Is this really him? Sharing his life with me, listening so closely, and… looking at me like that. First straight into my eyes,” Umi still hasn’t given up on figuring out their color, “then suddenly… dropping his gaze to my lips. Or am I imagining things?” Shine stops mid-sentence, clearly waiting for a reaction, but Umi only nods absently. He notices a stubborn strand of hair slipping loose from the ponytail and can’t fight the temptation. “Enough stalling. Now or never.” He slowly reaches out, watching Shine’s reaction. Shine doesn’t pull away — but he doesn’t lean in either, just keeps silently watching him. Umi touches the copper hair and gently tucks the strand behind his ear. He doesn’t want to pull his hand away — and Shine doesn’t resist. His palm slides down to a slightly rough cheek, and Umi softly strokes it with his thumb. “Come on, Fox, why are you just standing there and doing nothing?” Umi fumes silently. “You’re supposed to be the reasonable one here. Show me what you want.” But Shine keeps waiting patiently, as if giving Umi all the time in the world to finally take the initiative. And Umi does. He leans in, wraps his arms around Shine’s neck, reaches for his lips — and feels Fox’s hands settle on his shoulder blades. He kisses him hungrily, without restraint, and Shine doesn’t push back. It seems he likes that Umi is no longer holding himself in. But the fire fades just as quickly, and Umi pulls away. “Why did you choose me?” he whispers, resting his forehead against Shine’s. “You look a lot like him,” Fox answers just as quietly. “Who is he?” Umi asks, not changing his tone. “It doesn’t matter. He disappeared from my life. Kiss me again.” Umi hesitates. Does he really want him to kiss him — or the ghost of someone who’s gone? “Amber…” Umi breathes out. “What?” Shine doesn’t understand. “Your eyes. I finally saw them.” And he kisses him again. Fox still doesn’t try to take the lead, and it starts to irritate Umi. He grabs Shine by the ponytail, twists his fingers lightly into the hair. Only then does Shine respond — and the kiss turns rougher, more heated. “Fox,” Umi murmurs softly, brushing his thumb over Shine’s cheek again. “Tell me about him.” “Are you sure that’s appropriate?” Shine asks. Umi nods. “I want to know whose replacement I am.” Shine pulls away sharply. “You’re not a replacement. You’re not like him. When I first saw you, I thought I was hallucinating something impossible. The same hair. The same build. You even moved the same way. I wanted to see him again and again… to see him in you…” He drops his gaze, guilt written all over his face. Umi cups his chin and lifts his head. “But then that wasn’t enough anymore. I needed to hear you speak. That’s why I came up to you. For a moment I even thought your voices were similar. But later I realized I was forcing myself to hear what I wanted. You’re completely different. And I don’t want a ghost from the past. I want you.” “I find it hard to believe,” Umi whispers. “You’ve always been so distant. What changed?” “I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move for a long time,” Shine admits, resting his forehead against Umi’s again. “You’re ready to take this further, aren’t you?” “Yes.” Umi nods. “I want you to fuck me.” Shine says nothing. He pulls out his phone and studies the screen with a focused expression. “Another emergency at work? That patient got worse? Is he going to leave again? Or did he want to hear something else from me? Did I mess it up again?” Without looking up, Shine says, “Overthinking again?” “Huh?” Umi mutters, confused, and Fox looks up at him with a faint smirk. “You think I got scared by what you said and I’m looking for a polite way to turn you down?” Umi shrugs. “I just want both of us to be comfortable,” Shine continues, “and not end up wandering around the city looking for a free place.” Umi exhales. He’s just booking a room. So it’s not going to be at his place? “As if this is something serious. A night together, then goodbye. He’ll compare me to his ex and decide I don’t measure up.” “Shall we go?” Shine slips the phone back into his pocket and stands up. “Yes — just a second!” Umi jumps up and hurries toward the restroom. Stuffing condoms and lube into his pockets, Umi takes a deep breath. Why did Fox have to decide on tonight? Umi hasn’t touched his toys in days. He’ll have to really put in the effort. And yet he can barely hold himself back from pouncing on Shine already. In the taxi they steal awkward glances at each other, like two teenagers who have no idea what comes next. Umi squeezes Fox’s hand, letting him feel his impatience and nerves. “Wait a little,” Shine mouths. Umi nods, but then decides to try a sly move. His hand slides from Shine’s palm to his knee, and Shine follows the motion as if spellbound. When Umi’s fingers nearly reach somewhere they definitely shouldn’t, Shine covers his hand with his own and slowly guides it away, taking a deep breath. “We’re almost there,” Shine whispers right into Umi’s ear, then sinks his lips into his neck. The cab driver shows no sign of interest or irritation. Still, they have to keep themselves in check. The woman at the front desk looks strangely familiar. Umi has stayed at this hotel before, so that alone isn’t surprising. What unsettles him is the way she stares, as if she recognizes him. “No, that’s stupid. New faces pass through here every day. She’s just looking because you’re visibly worked up. And even if she did recognize me — so what? What business is it of hers? Is she suddenly going to feel the urge to comment, like Stanley? Though this place isn’t a bar. The atmosphere here is… stricter. But Shine already knows I’m no saint. Right? He does… doesn’t he?” Shine tugs him by the sleeve when he notices Umi sinking into his thoughts. “You changed your mind?” he asks with a teasing note, nudging Umi into the elevator. “What are you overthinking this time?” Umi stays silent. “That you dragged me out when I should be resting? That I didn’t really want this? That you’ve done — or are about to do — something wrong?” Umi drops his gaze. “Umi, everything’s fine. I want to be with you tonight. And I want you to feel good with me. If you’ve changed your mind, just say so. And don’t blame yourself for it.” “No,” he squeaks, surprised by the sound of his own voice. “It’s fine. I want the same thing you do.” To prove it, he pulls Shine closer by the neck and kisses him, urgent and a little clumsy. From the way Shine responds, it’s clear he’s finding it harder and harder to hold back. So when the elevator finally stops at their floor, they almost rush toward the room. Umi really needs a long time to prepare his ass. “What’s with this unexpected chastity? Why haven’t I had anything in my ass for several days? Not even my own fingers. And at the very moment when Fox is ready to fuck me, I waste precious time on it.” “What if he leaves?” the idiotic thought appears in his head again. How many times does he think it? But in reality, Shine has never once left. So where does this obsessive idea come from? When he steps out of the shower, covering the lower half of his body with a towel, his gaze lands on Shine, curled up in the chair. “Fuck… Even better — without waiting, he hasn’t left, he fell asleep. A magnificent night, no doubt.” Taking another look at him, Umi glances around the room, confused, and doesn’t come up with anything smarter than to gather his things, get dressed, and let Shine sleep. And his ass can manage with one of the many toys at home. He shakes out his T-shirt, about to put it on, when he hears a teasing, “Cold?” Umi turns and sees Shine grinning good-naturedly. The towel on his hips barely holds, and Umi can’t look away from his body. “Work taught me to recover quickly after a short nap. And where are you going?” He gets up. The towel is about to fall, and Fox appears in full glory. Umi is drawn to him like a magnet, and now very close, he says, “Fox, I want to see your hair.” Shane obediently removes the tie, and his copper hair falls over his shoulders. Umi reaches out and runs his hand over it gently. “I’ve waited so long for this.” “But you could have asked earlier,” Fox objects. “Ah, right. Forgot. You’re so indecisive.” Umi’s cheeks flush. “I can’t believe you’re this shy in bed.” He pounces on Umi with eager kisses, and with a skillful motion, strips the towel off him. The sudden, intense assault takes Umi’s breath away, and when he feels Shine’s firm hand on his cock, a moan escapes uncontrollably into Shine’s mouth. Fox leaves Umi’s lips alone, and just as Umi tries to catch his breath, a wave of pleasure hits him again. Shine is still on his knees, holding him tight, teasing Umi with the tip of his tongue against the head. “Holy shit! I’m going to cum just from the sight. Shine is right there, already having taken my cock deeper, looking straight into my eyes.” “Wait,” Umi manages, pushing Shine’s head away lightly. “What’s wrong?” Fox asks, licking his lips. “You feeling okay?” “More than okay,” Umi admits. “Has it been a long time since anyone sucked you like this?” Shine continues kneeling, obediently meeting his eyes. “That’s not it,” he murmurs, barely trying to deny it. “It’s you doing this.” “Then let’s go. Since just the thought of me makes you cum, we’ll get you back in fighting shape for round two.” Umi sighs helplessly, and Shine goes back to his mouth. He really knows what he’s doing — better than most, maybe better than anyone — letting himself be fucked while never taking his eyes off Umi. Umi can’t last any longer. He cums, trying to pull away so nothing lands on Shine, but Fox doesn’t allow a single movement and greedily swallows everything. Umi collapses onto the bed, powerless, trying to gather his thoughts. Shine just sucked him off. “Shine, damn it! This unassailable fortress! Model of impassivity. Lured me into his arms and made me cum in his mouth.” Umi shyly covers his eyes with his hands, more embarrassed than ever in his life. Looking at him now, no one would ever guess how many guys he’s been with in bed. "What's the matter?" Fox asks softly, lowering himself next to Umi. "What are you blaming yourself for this time?" "Nothing," Umi mumbles, turning his head away. "That can't be," Shine smirks. "This time, there's plenty to blame yourself for." Umi turns, surprised, staring at him. "You seduced me, tricked me into coming to the hotel. Made me sit on your lap, then fucked me in the mouth. And then you came and made me swallow. And now you just lie there, smirking, thinking about how to make me spread you out on this bed and fuck all night." Umi stares at Fox, captivated, and something inside him stirs again at Shine's slow, deliberate words. "And you're deciding exactly how I'll have to lay you down." "There's nothing to decide," Umi interrupts hoarsely. "I want to see your eyes." He pulls him closer, wrapping his legs around Shine and finally pulling off the towel. Fox is more than turned on too; he grabs Umi's ass, pressing against his thighs. A moan escapes Umi, and he digs his nails into Shine's shoulders. "Wait…" he whispers. "Everything's there…" And he points toward the pile of supplies. "What do you mean?" Shine asks, curious. "Condoms and lube…" Shine grins, rummages through the bed, and triumphantly presents the necessary items. "When did you manage this?" "On my way from work, I bought them." Umi pants as he hears the click of the cap. Was it all planned? He feels two fingers enter him at once and arches his back. Shine's fingers work wonders, and Umi wants to feel them again and again, harder and faster. But even that isn't enough. The guy tries to pull away from his fingers, but Shine withdraws them and asks, worried, "Did I do something wrong?" Umi silently pulls him closer with his legs and tries to impale himself on Shane’s cock. "Enough. I was already ready." "I remember," Shine smirks. "You stretched your ass for so long I almost fell asleep. Didn’t want a long foreplay? Wanted me to just throw you on the bed and slide in balls-deep right away?" Umi’s eyes go wide, pupils dilating. And yet… could they get any wider? "But I don’t like it like that… Patience, my joy." He leans down and kisses him slowly. Umi stops fussing and responds with equal desire. His eyes roll back as Shine’s lips find his neck. He leaves marks on him so that later, staring in the mirror, Umi will remember that this night really happened. Because of the long-awaited caresses, he doesn’t notice that Shine is already halfway inside him. Shine, still attached to his neck, finds Umi’s cock, and it stiffens completely. Shine slides in fully and starts moving in rhythm with his hand. Umi writhes and claws at his shoulders. He’s going to have a reminder too. He tightens his muscles and hears the long-awaited moan escaping Shine. There’s nothing extraordinary in this sex, but seeing those wild amber eyes before him, Umi knows he’s never had anyone better. Maybe because he’s never loved anyone before? “Love? Pause. What are you talking about? Maybe infatuation. A little obsession. But love? And what is it — to love?” All philosophical thoughts vanish when he feels he’s about to cum again. Thoughts leave his head, leaving only sensations. “Fox, don’t leave me.” "Cum on me," he begs, voice breaking. Shine snaps out of his thoughts and asks again, “What?” “I want you… to come… on my stomach…” “Okay,” Shine replies calmly, kissing him again. Fox moans once more and pulls out of Umi. The condom flies somewhere to the side. He finishes the job and grants Umi’s request, still moving in rhythm with his other hand. Feeling the warmth on his stomach, Umi shudders one last time and comes, letting their cum mix on his body. It really has been a long day for Shine, and Umi already notices in the shower that he’s barely holding back a yawn. There’s no question of any more intimacy, and when he steps out of the bathroom, Umi reluctantly realizes that Shine should go home and get some rest. Fox wisely agrees, and after one last round of kissing, they part until the next time.