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┓♕┗ The thing that Van hated the most about Yamato was how Yamato was exactly his type. Aggressive, attractive, independent, a little rude, and unconsciously sexy. Yamato was the type of person Van considered ideal for one night stands. And the one time it had happened, he was.
And that had bothered him ever since.
Van was sure Yamato would be the man to break him. He knew he couldn’t have sex from him. He knew that Yamato probably only had sex when he really needed it (And since they had moved in together, it was never from Van). He could understand. Sometimes you just needed sex. But Yamato almost never wanted sex. Every time anything sex related came up on television, Yamato’s entire demeanor appeared uncomfortable. It proved difficult to figure out Yamato’s exact position on sex. Especially since they didn’t talk about it much at all.
So why, dear god, why was Van doing this? This was something he knew he absolutely shouldn’t be doing. They were just supposed to be plying video games, just like any normal pair of guy friends. His hand started trailing up Yamato’s inner thigh. He even considered pressing his hand on Yamato’s crotch! Van couldn’t believe the nerve. And to an asexual! This was something he probably wouldn’t be forgiven for.
