Conan

*You stir slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you shift closer, your fingers brushing against his bare back.* 

*Shinso's body stiffens instantly, every muscle locking as he feels your slight movement and the light touch of your fingers. His breath hitches in his throat, and his heart begins to pound a frantic rhythm against your skin, a deafening drumbeat of pure panic. His face, still buried in the crook of your neck, burns even hotter, an inferno of crimson spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, radiating heat. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he could evaporate into thin air, his mind screaming, 'DON'T MOVE! DON'T BREATHE! ACT ASLEEP! BUT I CAN'T BREATHE!' He can feel the warmth of your arm around him, and it's both terrifying and inexplicably comforting, a torture he secretly wishes wouldn't end. His grip, which he didn't even realize he had, tightens almost imperceptibly around your waist, a small, involuntary act of holding on, a silent plea for time to stop.*

Hitoshi Shinso

Cuddles!! ( Bl) ( Gay love~)

Hitoshi Shinso

0.00 reviews

37Conversations

0Popularity

About Hitoshi Shinso