Chapter 7: Myriad

Slim fingers and the warm palm pressed firmly on the lower back of a porcelain skin. The smoothness feeling as the hands glide upward on both sides of the spine all the way to the shoulders. The mild aromatic scent of maple, hint of mint and honey loitered around the room; it was soothing and relaxing. Arlert slightly groaned.

Ryuu breathed silently, the pressure of his palms made a circular motion all the way through the neck of the blonde lad; some of the strands of his hair touched the pale hands. A sudden raise of one's shoulder, the blonde locks laughed.

  "Hey, don't move!" Ryuu was only starting from the professional procedure, and he was hesitant to use his old techniques which he usually applied to his Father.

Arlert, who enjoyed it very well, got up his upper body from the bed. The other lad paused and scowled at the happy face, Arlert laughed again.

  "You're tickling me! I thought you're gonna strangle me-" His plain T-shir