Never Apart Never Again @snippet 🗒️

Dinner forgotten.
Dessert forgotten.
The bouquet sliding somewhere onto the carpet.
They were supposed to just cuddle.
Supposed to.
But Ryota’s laugh, warm and soft against Eiji’s lips, changed everything.
“Come here,” he murmured, brushing a fleeting kiss over Eiji’s mouth.
Eiji kissed back — light, teasing, their noses nudging, chuckles slipping between breaths.
Ryota pecked his lips again.
Eiji stole another one.
Ryota retaliated.
Their eyes glinted — playful, seductive.
“Stop that,” Eiji whispered, smiling against Ryota’s mouth.
“Make me,” Ryota teased.
And then—
Ryota scooped him.
A little tug.
A shift of weight.
And Eiji flipped backward onto the couch with a surprised grunt.
Before Ryota could celebrate, Eiji’s hand shot out, grabbing his shirt —
and they both slipped right off the couch.
They hit the floor in a tangled heap of limbs and laughter.
Eiji propped himself on one palm, looming over Ryota, studying him from head to toe with a slow, sly smile.
Ryota blinked.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
Eiji’s palm pressed to the tile.
He moved it closer.
Then again.
Crawling toward him like a hunter.
Ryota scooted backward at the same pace, heartbeat rushing, lips curved in a wicked grin.
He stopped only when Eiji’s breath brushed his mouth.
That’s when Ryota suddenly leaned in and kissed him — quick, cheeky, addictive.
Eiji barely had time to chase the kiss before Ryota giggled, and darted backward again.
Eiji narrowed his eyes, amused.
“You asked for it.”
He lunged a little faster this time — palms sliding over the tile in bigger strides.
Ryota squeaked.
A very undignified, high-pitched squeak.
“Hey—HEY—Eiji, wait—!”
Eiji caught his ankle, tugged him closer.
Ryota yelped.
More laughter spilled, bodies tangling again.
They were both breathless—
Eiji hovering over Ryota, shirts halfway unbuttoned from all the grabbing and pulling—
When—
Click.
The front door swung open.
Haru’s voice rang in.
“We are… back ho—”
Kai stepped in behind him.
Both of them froze.
Four eyes wide.
One bag of snacks dropping to the floor in slow motion.
Ryota froze mid-grin.
Eiji froze mid-crawl.
Both adults on the living room floor.
Half undressed.
Practically on top of each other.
Haru finally found his voice.
“OH MY—WE DIDN’T—WE DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!!”
Kai shielded his face with both hands.
“WHY are your shirts OPEN?! Why are you on the FLOOR?! WHY—”
Ryota wheezed, face exploding red.
“Haru—Kai—GO OUT—GO OUT—GO BACK TO YOUR FRIENDS’ HOUSE—GO ANYWHERE—JUST GO—”
Eiji just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose muttering under his breath, “Aren't they supposed to have group discussion?”
“…Ryota, get off me.”
“YOU get off ME!!”
Haru shrieked again.
Kai yelled, “WE’RE LEAVING—WE’RE LEAVING—STOP TALKING—OH MY GOD—”
The door slammed shut so fast the walls shook.
Silence.
Then Eiji slowly turned to Ryota.
“…This is your fault.”
Ryota burst into uncontrollable laughter, grabbing Eiji’s collar and pulling him down.
“Worth it.”
And he kissed him again.