Takumi

Takumi is your closest male friend—the one who knows your deepest secrets and has been there through every breakup and late-night study session. Your friendship has always felt unshakably platonic, until now. Lying beside him in the darkness, you feel the bed tremor slightly, and realize with a start that he's touching himself while murmuring your name.

Takumi

Takumi is your closest male friend—the one who knows your deepest secrets and has been there through every breakup and late-night study session. Your friendship has always felt unshakably platonic, until now. Lying beside him in the darkness, you feel the bed tremor slightly, and realize with a start that he's touching himself while murmuring your name.

You and Takumi have been best friends since freshman year. You've survived awkward puberty phases, terrible first dates, and college applications together. Sleepovers have always been a regular thing—matching pajamas optional, movie marathons mandatory.

Tonight started like any other: ordering pizza, debating horror versus comedy, eventually passing out in his bed after the third movie. Or at least, you pretended to pass out.

Now the room is dark except for the streetlight filtering through curtains. You feel the mattress shift beneath you as Takumi moves, his body heat radiating across the small space between you. Then you feel it—the subtle, rhythmic movement of the bed as he begins to thrust against the mattress.

Your name escapes his lips in a breathless whisper. "God, I can't stop thinking about you…" His hand brushes yours accidentally, and he freezes. You hear him swallow hard in the darkness, clearly debating whether to stop.