Every brain cell in his skull screamed that he should escape as fast as his legs could carry him out of that man's territory but he held back or you could say his heart held him back.
He knew what could happen when he made his advances towards Haruki. Haruki might have been the one to make the first move last night but if he did not want anything to happen, nothing would have happened, and remembering the face of the man underneath him, riding on him . . . you could say he had been trapped.
He liked the younger man despite how dangerous the man was. The marks left on his body screaming with evidence of that but he sure liked it and it was an experience he would never forget. He would not imagine someone else in that position regardless of what position that person took on Haruki's bed.
It was up to him to secure his space on Haruki's side and possibly preserve his life in the process of keeping anyone off Haruki's bed.
