The bell hadn't rung. The lesson dragged on. The teacher continued writing notes on the board, oblivious to the small storm happening right in the middle row of the classroom.
Sora's hand hadn't left Haru's thigh.
If anything, it squeezed harder.
Not enough to hurt. Just enough to pull another shiver out of Haru, who gritted his teeth behind closed lips. His entire posture was tense, shoulders drawn up, cheeks flushed red, and one leg tapping wildly under the desk.
Sora grinned, completely unfazed.
"Babe," Haru hissed under his breath. "Seriously. I will kick you."
"You won't," Sora replied, voice smooth as silk.
Another squeeze. His thumb ran along the inside of Haru's thigh again, this time with a little rhythm to it. Taunting. Teasing.
Haru glared at him. A full, dramatic pout creased his lips.
"No sex tonight if you don't stop."
That made Sora pause.
His fingers froze in place, just above Haru's inner knee. His eyes flicked up to Haru's face, incredulous. "You wouldn't."
Haru lifted his chin. "Try me."
From the next seat over, Aiko barely managed to contain herself.
She'd been watching this all unfold like a live romcom, and now she had to actually cover her mouth to stifle the laugh building in her chest. Her fingers pressed against her lips as her shoulders shook silently.
Sora turned slowly to her.
Aiko grinned behind her hand, then whispered low, "Oh no... Sora just got the bedroom ban."
Sora groaned dramatically. "Not the 'no sex' card! That's cheating, Haru!"
Haru simply crossed his arms and looked forward again, ignoring him, trying his hardest to be dignified and serious while his boyfriend melted next to him.
Aiko leaned closer, her voice sing-song soft. "That's what you get for being handsy in class."
"But I was winning!" Sora whispered, grabbing at his own hair in theatrical agony. "He was almost trembling!"
"You're so annoying," Haru muttered, cheeks still red.
Sora leaned closer, his lips barely a whisper away from Haru's ear. "You're bluffing."
Haru tilted his head away, trying not to let the warm puff of Sora's breath send another jolt down his spine.
"Try me," he whispered again.
Aiko was losing it. Her grin was split across her entire face, one leg bouncing under the desk in silent glee.
"So what now, Sora?" she teased. "Are you gonna behave or go home all pent up and lonely?"
Sora narrowed his eyes at Haru, but not with anger. No, this was calculation. Mischief. That dangerous kind of charm that usually led to very undignified moans behind closed doors.
He smirked.
"I'll behave…" he said sweetly. "For now."
But then he leaned toward Aiko and added with a cocky smile, "Besides, I know exactly how to make him all excited again. He can bark all he wants—he never bites."
Haru's head whipped toward him, scandalized.
"Sora!!"
Aiko clamped both hands over her mouth as her chair rattled with laughter. "Oh my god, did you just call him a puppy?!"
"I called him adorable," Sora said, as if that were a defense in court. "My boyfriend is an adorable, fluffy, tsundere puppy. Look at this pout."
"I'm not a puppy!" Haru snapped, barely containing a shriek.
"Sure you aren't," Sora said, pinching his cheek.
Haru swatted at his hand, but Sora was already dodging playfully. "You're just a very bitey puppy. With floppy ears."
"Stop talking!!"
Aiko wheezed with laughter beside them, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "He's gonna kill you, Sora. Or cry. One or the other."
"Hopefully both," Sora said with a proud nod. "Cry and then tackle me into a hug like he always does."
Haru was red all the way to the tips of his ears now.
"Do you want detention?" he hissed. "Because I can make that happen."
"Wouldn't be the first time," Sora said, throwing a casual arm around Haru's shoulders. "At least I'll go down happy."
Aiko blinked, then raised a brow.
"…That was very suggestive," she said.
"Oh, I know," Sora said with a grin.
"Perv," Haru muttered, sinking into his chair like he wanted to become one with the floor.
Sora leaned closer again, his lips brushing Haru's ear. "You love me though."
"No, I don't."
"You do."
"…Shut up."
"You love me."
"…Maybe a little."
Sora made a victorious "Mmhm!" sound and pressed a quick kiss to Haru's cheek before pulling away again, smug as ever.
The teacher, still oblivious, turned and asked the class a question.
Aiko raised her hand half-heartedly.
Haru tried to focus again, furiously scribbling notes even though his hand was shaking and his mind was a mess of flustered heat and embarrassing images.
But Sora? Sora just sat back, arms crossed, victorious smirk still plastered across his face.
His fingers drummed lightly against Haru's thigh again.
Not a grope. Not a squeeze.
Just a reminder.
"I'm still here," he whispered.
"You're gonna die later," Haru whispered back.
"I'll die happy."
Aiko leaned forward again. "So no sex tonight, huh?"
"NO," Haru said flatly.
"Aw," Sora groaned. "Even if I apologize with a back rub? And forehead kisses?"
"You're on thin ice."
"Ice melts," Sora said with a wink.
Aiko facepalmed. "Seriously, you two are worse than me and Shin."
"You and Shin are tame," Sora said. "I haven't heard either of you moan during lunch period."
Aiko flushed pink. "W-We have self-control, thank you."
"Pfft."
"Unlike you," Aiko added with a smirk.
"I am a man of passion," Sora declared, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.
"You're a man of horny," Haru corrected, not looking up from his notes.
"You wound me, beloved."
"You deserve it."
Sora leaned in and whispered, "I'm still gonna make you scream tonight."
Haru slammed his pen down.
Aiko burst out laughing.
The teacher turned around. "Is there a problem, Mr. Haru?"
Haru sat up straight. "N-No, sensei!"
"Good. Then maybe you'd like to answer the question I just asked?"
Sora snickered under his breath as Haru panicked and scrambled through his notes.
Aiko wiped tears from her eyes, muttering, "This is the best day ever."
Sora stretched his legs under the desk, nudging Haru's shin with his foot. Haru glared sideways at him while giving his answer to the teacher in a trembling voice.
After the teacher turned back to the board, Sora leaned over again, softer this time. "I'll behave. Pinky swear."
Haru blinked suspiciously.
Sora extended his pinky, eyes innocent.
"Pinky swear," he repeated.
After a long, suspicious pause, Haru slowly linked his pinky with Sora's. "You better."
Sora kissed their joined fingers.
And then mouthed silently, "But tonight, I'm gonna make you cry for real."
Haru nearly fell out of his chair.
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END OF CHAPTER : 121 : NO SEX TONIGHT IF YOU DON'T STOP!
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