Chapter 9Eiji’s hand was burning in Vincent’s, his skin soft and smooth against Vincent’s fingertips. Vincent could hear his breath, quick and rapid with arousal, as they stole down the hallway and up the stairs. Vincent used his left hand to turn the knob of his bedroom door, not letting go of Eiji for an instant as he drew him in after him.
Eiji had never been in this room before, but he did not spare a glance at his surroundings; his eyes were fixed on Vincent, pupils blown. His shoulders were tense, his hands clasping on air. His lips were reddened and swollen, and without a moment’s hesitation Vincent took them again, curving a hand around Eiji’s jaw to draw him in for another kiss, and then another, and then another.
Vincent felt Eiji relax against him with a surge of victory, wrap
