"What a fucking whore. Do you get off to this? Being bitched around and on your knees? You're disgusting."
Osamu finds himself on the ground behind the gym, shielded away by trees, but not impossible for people to walk past and catch them.
The dirty feeling of sitting on dirt doesn't compare to the humiliation of Suna's foot on his chest.
Osamu is still bleary with sleep, leaning absentmindedly into the fluttery kisses all over his face. He reaches out to pull Rintarou closer, holding back a yawn.
"Hey, good mornin'. Happy anniversary to ya too." He murmurs, giving Rintarou a peck to the lips. "What's the time?"
"Does that matter?" Rintarou huffs, sucking a bruise into Osamu's shoulder.
