Meguro Ren thinks he's going to spend a quiet evening at his boyfriend's place. It's April 1st, though, and Michieda Shunsuke has other mischievous plans. Once in bed together, they should have been done with the Sailor-thingy talk. But they're actually not.
It's such a pleasure, stroking Michieda Shunsuke's silky strands of hair, that Meguro Ren is quite sure he could never get tired of doing that.
Especially when chilling off lazily in bed after some well deserved... gym activity for adults that his mind somehow still refuses to call it by its own name.
The thought alone makes him more embarrassed than he should, as naked as he is lying down together with his boyfriend, so he files any improper image away and decides to give voice to some other joint activity instead.
"... Michieda-kun?" he tentatively asks, almost in a whisper.
"... Mh?"
"Sorry, were you sleeping?"
"Nope," the boy replies, "If I have to confess... I was utterly enjoying Meguro-kun's gentle caresses."
"Oh."
It does still make him sheepish and shy, that blunt side about him that mirrors so much his own.
Michieda shifts a little, shrugging.
"But isn't Meguro-kun tired? Wishing to get some sleep? I should move, so that-"
"Don't, please," Meguro replies, tightening his grip behind Michieda's nape, before the latter might decide to crawl away from his nestled position on his shoulder.