“Miyake Toru,” the boy whispered.
“Miyake Toru,” Yuji repeated, staring at the boy’s lips.
He traced Toru’s mouth with his finger. He wanted to feel the metal stud, but was scared to touch it, as though it would be intrusive, improper.
“And what’s your name?” Toru asked. “Your real name, not what you might have told Takahishi-san.”
“Sasaki,” Yuji said. He couldn’t stop staring at the boy’s beautiful mouth. “Sasaki Yuji,” he said softly, lightly brushing the boy’s cheek just as Takahishi-san had done to him at King of College. “I always use my real name,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound harsh, but he’d been bothered by the implication that what he was doing might require an alias.
Toru leaned in and kissed Yuji again. This time Yuji accepted his tongue. Toru pushed in as far as he coul
