Kei's apartment was usually a haven of quiet-just the sound of pages turning or the faint hum of his laptop breaking the silence. But tonight, there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room, and the air was thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the humid summer night.
Yn lay beneath Kei, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to stifle a gasp. Kei's lips were warm against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine as he pressed closer, his weight shifting over her. His hand slid down her side, fingers teasing the edge of her shirt before slipping underneath, the touch sending sparks through her.
"I missed you," Kei whispered, his voice low and husky, the words sending a thrill through her.
Yn bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but the sensation of his hands exploring her body made it impossible. A soft moan escaped her, barely audible, but in the silence of the room, it felt impossibly loud.
In the next room, Yamaguchi lay on the couch, a book in hand, though his attention was far from the pages. He'd stayed over at Kei's place plenty of times, and it was always peaceful, but tonight something felt different. A faint noise caught his attention-soft, breathless, and completely out of place.
He frowned, trying to focus on his book. "It's probably nothing," he muttered, flipping a page. But the sounds continued-soft murmurs, a quiet gasp, and then...
Yamaguchi froze, his eyes widening as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His face turned beet red, and he quickly slammed the book shut, clapping his hands over his ear. "Oh no... I did not need to hear that.
Back in Kei's room, Yn arched her back, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
"Kei…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and embarrassment
Kei paused, looking down at her with a teasing smirk. "You're gonna have to be quieter than that, Yn," he murmured before leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss.
Yn's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to muffle her sounds, burying her face in Kei's shoulder. The thought of Yamaguchi just in the next room only added to the thrill, even as the embarrassment made her cheeks burn.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Yamaguchi sighed, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the noises. "I'm never staying over again," he groaned, though a small smile tugged at his lips. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn't help but be happy for his friends.