“I can’t believe nobody’s realized how sexy you are,” he mutters.
At first I think he’s joking, but when Yuki keeps on scowling I end up gasping for laughter.
His scowl worsens. “You don’t understand, senpai.” He pinches my cheeks – hard enough to make me yelp. “I told you I don’t want to share my toy. If people ever start seeing us together too often, they’re going to look at you more and more. And if you keep on with your fantasies, then they may catch you looking like you’re having an orgasm---”
“Yuki!” It’s impossible not to turn red with all the images running through my mind now.
“Don’t you know that a girl having an orgasm is the biggest turn on for guys?”
“Umm, no?”
I didn’t think his scowl can get any uglier, but it does. “Well, now you know,” he says grimly. “So promise me you’ll do your best to stop fantasizing in school, senpai.” A brooding look settles on his face. “What is it with you and your fantasies anyway?”
I’m not ready to tell him about my weird childhood encounter with porn nor am I willing to let Yuki know about my dreams of becoming a mangaka. He’s half Japanese, after all. Even if I’m drawing manga for girls, he’s still part of the target market. If he laughs at my drawing, it would annihilate me.
“I promise I’ll do my best not to let my fantasies get the better of me,” I say instead, hoping it’s enough to distract him.
It is. Yuki’s answering smile is breathtaking. “Good. And you don’t have to fantasize about other guys either. At least not when I’m around and I’m able to do this---” He bites my ear, hard enough that I almost gasp.
“---and this,” he murmurs as he kisses the side of my neck.
Weird, hot, wet sensations threaten to swamp my body, and I quickly move away, almost gluing myself to the window on my side so that he doesn’t get to kiss any other part of me.
“I’ll stop, I promise!” I say fervently.
Yuki laughs, but he moves back to his side of the seat.