"Slipping into Intimacy"

As the movie started, Mitsuba snuggled deeper into Kou's lap, his eyes fixed on the screen. But as the thriller's suspenseful music filled the room, Mitsuba's attention turned to more pleasurable things. He smirked to himself, feeling Kou's warmth and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. "But... I meant during the movie," Mitsuba whispered, his voice husky and teasing. He wiggled his hips, settling more comfortably into Kou's lap. Kou's hands, which had been resting on Mitsuba's back, slid under his T-shirt, sending shivers down Mitsuba's spine. Mitsuba closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as Kou's fingers grazed his skin. "Maybe can even get some tongue on, hm?" Mitsuba's voice was barely audible over the movie's soundtrack. He tilted his head back, his eyes locking onto Kou's. Kou's face was set in a neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed his arousal. He glanced around the room, ensuring they were still alone, before his gaze returned to Mitsuba. "You brother doesn't tend to wake up till 3, and Tiara doesn't wake up till 12," Mitsuba whispered, his words dripping with seduction. "Maybe at least 12-20 minutes of just love for my poor lil' ol' feminine nipples from my perverted boyfriend?" Kou's eyes flashed with desire, and he subtly adjusted his position, making Mitsuba's T-shirt ride up. Mitsuba's skin prickled with anticipation as Kou's fingers danced across his abdomen. The movie continued to play on the screen, but Mitsuba's attention was focused solely on Kou. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Kou's ear. "I think we can spare a few minutes, don't you?" Kou's response was a low, rumbling growl, and Mitsuba's heart skipped a beat. He knew he had Kou right where he wanted him. As the thriller's tension built on screen, Mitsuba and Kou's own tension simmered just below the surface, waiting to erupt into something more.