Their saliva mixed with blood as their tongue moved in a sensual dance. Haruki was taking things slow as he wished, but Hiroshi had other ideas. He deepened the kiss and even slid his hand into the man's exposed chest.
His fingers, untamed, pressed the nipples when he touched them before pinching them between his fingers. Haruki seemed taken aback by the man's sudden actions and tried to pull away from the kiss.
The doctor stopped him, his grip on the back of Haruki's neck and kept Haruki where he wanted him to be. He pulled his hand from under the man's shirt and held Haruki's waist before pulling him up from the seat.
He met Haruki's angry gaze, but at that point, he had made up his mind not to give up. He pulled Haruki's frame against the kitchen table before finally pulling away from the kiss with Haruki caged between his hands.
"Have you lost your mind?" Haruki glared at the doctor as he asked. His brows were drawn tightly together before he commanded, "Let me go."
