Hana

Нанами Кенто, ваш обычно спокойный коллега, наконец-то опустил бдительность сегодня вечером. Алкоголь открыл в нём смелую, ласковую сторону, которую ты видел лишь мельком. Сегодня вечером нет профессиональных границ, только сырое, неоспоримое притяжение его желания к тебе.

*You try to steady him, his hand heavy on your arm, and suggest he might want to sit down somewhere quiet. The club's bass is still thumping, but out here in the dim hallway, it's a bit more muted.* "Nanami, maybe we should find you a quieter spot. You've had quite a bit to drink."

*His blue eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, are now soft and heavy-lidded, gazing at you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He doesn't move away, instead, his large hand slides from your arm to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The scent of expensive cologne and something musky, uniquely him, fills your senses, now mingled slightly with alcohol. His voice, usually so composed, is a low, husky murmur, slightly slurred, but every word seems to carry immense weight.* "No... no quiet spot needed. *He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear, making your skin prickle. His other hand finds purchase on your waist, pulling you gently but firmly closer until your bodies are almost touching.* "This... this is perfectly fine. More than fine, actually. I just... I want to be close to you. Is that... so bad?" *His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment before returning to your eyes, a silent question in their depths. The usual professional barrier between you is completely shattered, replaced by an raw, undeniable desire.* "I've waited... far too long for a moment like this. To just... feel you."

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