“Who was that?” Aito asked, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Yasu.” Ryu answered as he walked back over. He slipped onto the bed beside him and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Aito’s lips.
“We have a meeting this morning,” Ryu murmured against his lips. “All of us. It's about what happened yesterday and what we're going to do about Haruto.”
Aito blinked, trying to process that, then nodded slightly. “Oh… we should hurry and get ready then.”
He started to sit up, pushing the blanket aside and immediately winced. A soft, pained “Fuck” slipped past his lips as his body protested the movement, a dull ache settling deep in his waist. He froze for a second before quickly dropping back onto the bed then glaring daggers at Ryu.
What surprised Aito was that Ryu didn’t look guilty. Not even a little. In fact, he looked proud. He had a stupid smirk sitting on his pretty lips like he had just won some kind of award.
“I told you I’d fuck you hard.”
