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I stood back and took in the massage table I ordered. After I realized how anxious Kenji was, I decided it was about time he got a massage. What better massage than a free one from me?

I couldn't wait for him to find out.

My doorbell rang and I shouted, "Coming." I moved to open it with a grin, but it died down when I saw who it was.

"Darian," Kenji whimpered outside my door before walking in with tears streaking down his face.

"Kenji," I closed the door and turned to grab his arms, staring at his tear-filled eyes. "What's wrong? What happened?"

He could barely look at me as his breaths came out ragged and his tears fell and his nose ran. "Arya..."

I waited for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, I asked, "What did she do?" I frowned, not liking where this was going.

"She..." He paused to sniff. "She went to...Rosie's house..." My eyes widened. No. "She made me tell Rosie...I cheated on...her. Rosalyn hates me now, Darian." His eyes finally met up with mine, and they looked so defeated, it made me want to cry.

"Kenji, I'm sure she doesn't."

"She does," he said. "She told me she doesn't want to see me, hear from me or be around me. She hates me, Darian. She hates me." His voice diminished to a mere whisper as his eyes moved down, his lips trembling even more. "Arya did this to me as revenge for me telling on her to her parents."

I cursed under my breath. How could she?

"Why did you tell her, Darian?" he asked. "How could you? You go around telling my secret, instead of keeping it like you do hers."

"Kenji, I'm so sorry." I squeezed his arm. "You never explicitly told me not to tell anyone, but I should have figured."

She found out about Kenji's affair through me. In a way, I was the one who told on Kenji, and I was the one who fucked him over.

"I'm so sorry, Kenji."

"I'm mad at Arya even though I have no right to be," Kenji said, moving my attention to him as his shoulders continued to shake. "What I did was wrong. To Arya and Rosie."

"Kenji," I said while pulling him into a hug, and he grabbed onto me for dear life, crying into my shoulder.

"I'm pissed at Arya," he said. "But I was also in the wrong."

"Don't," I said but he shook his head against my shoulder.

"I hurt my little Latina."

I had to physically stop myself from frowning. A punk side of me wanted him to only have a cute nickname for me. Man I was such a whipped punk when it came to Kenji, but I couldn't help it. While others brought the jerk out of me, he brought the wuss out of me.

"I hurt my best friend and I betrayed not only our relationship," he said, "but our friendship. Rosalyn was there for me through the toughest time of my life." I tensed up as the guilt started bombarding me. "She was my ride or die chick, Darian. She was my rock!" His cries increased, and he clutched onto me tighter. "And how do I repay her?" I let him answer. "By not having the decency to break up with her and tell her what's up before busting nuts with you."

I bit my lip to suppress my laughter. This wasn't a laughing moment, although that was funny.

"I wronged her. I betrayed her. I used her." His voice got smaller. "I deserve this. I don't deserve her. I never did. I deserved to suffer junior year. God, I'm an awful person. I'm an awful, awful person." He shook harder in my arms, and I pulled him back to look at him. His lips and every part of his body trembled as his breathing grew more and more ragged.

I was kind of scared.

"Kenji." I pulled him closer to me so he could wrap his arms around my torso. "Look at me." He didn't. He just buried his face in my shoulder as his breathing grew harsher. If he didn't stop, he would hyperventilate. "Kenji, it's okay."

"N-no. It's not o-okay," he panted, his tears soaking my shirt. "I'm an ass. I broke Rosalyn's heart. I broke her heart when she repaired mine."

That statement almost brought tears to my eyes. Oh my God. His emotions were contagious.

"Kenji, no," I said. I didn't even know what to say. "You're not an awful person. If anything, you just made an awful mistake, but that doesn't define you." His breathing slowed slightly. "If our mistakes defined us, then I'll be a terrible person, too."

"You're not." He held me tighter.

"Then you're not either," I lifted his head up and cradled his cheeks in my hands. This time, his eyes actually met mine. "I've made more mistakes than you ever could in a lifetime, yet you still see the good in me. You still think I'm a wonderful person." I smiled at him and caressed his cheek with my thumb. "It's time you gave yourself that same forgiveness and leniency."

He curled his lips in his mouth and his eyes still shone with moisture, but his expression relaxed. "Darian." He buried his head into my shoulder again and held me, crying softly but not violently.

I held him, no questions asked, and allowed him to cry. I didn't know how long we stayed like that, but once my eyes landed on the massage table in the middle of the living room, I relaxed. The oil and everything was there. I did it for his anxiety, but also so I could apologize and make it up to him for keeping Arya's secret from him. It was a truce, and it was needed more than ever since I fucked him over once more. When I glanced down at Kenji's defeated form, I knew he needed it now more than ever.

"Kenji," I said, pulling him back so he could look at me. "What about I give you a massage?" He furrowed his brows. "I have the equipment and everything. Look behind me." He did and his eyes widened before they returned to me. "I wanted to make it up to you. Things haven't been the smoothest with us lately. I thought it was the least I could. I'm glad I thought of it though. You need it now." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Let me make you feel good."

"Speaking of good," Kenji said, "I sure don't look good right now." I went into the kitchen to grab a paper towel, and I handed it to him. "Thanks." He wiped at his eyes and nose, before smiling. "I look like shit."

"I don't care," I said. "I've said this multiple times, and I'll say it again. I only care about you feeling good, so that's my priority. So what do you say? Ready for me to work my magic." I cracked my knuckles.

"I'll love that," he finally said. His breathing was more even, and his eyes weren't as red. "Come on." He grabbed my arm and led me to the table. "Let's go." I stopped at the table, and Kenji sat on it with a seductive look. "Are you going to rub me good?"

I smirked back. I liked the sound of that. Now, this Kenji was who I liked seeing. Happy and flirty and damn sexy. Not sad and defeated and damaged.

        "Of course." I rubbed my hands down his abdomen, making his breathing hitch. "Get these fuckers off." I tugged on his jacket and he laughed, removing them and throwing them to the side. "These too." I yanked on his shirt, and he discarded of them as well. My eyes moved to his jeans. "Actually, annihilate all these motherfuckers." Kenj burst into laughter. "Every. Single. One." I suppressed my urge to laugh as he curled over in his fit of laughter.

I smiled at the scene before me. It was one of the best feelings ever knowing I could make Kenji laugh like this. Making him cum was great, too, but nothing defeated this feeling. I could watch him laugh all day, and best of all, I could watch him laugh because of me.

Once he calmed down, he removed all of his cloths and sat before me like the day he was born. I licked my lips as I suppressed the excitement in my jeans. Damn. I'd seen him naked multiple times already, but my eyes still couldn't get enough of him. The way the lean muscles in his arms jutted out as he gripped the table or the way his hair fell slightly in his eyes or the way his legs were so firm. And most importantly, what stood between his legs. Even with his member flaccid, it still made my thirst accumulate. I bit my lip before moving my eyes up to his, which twinkled with a hint of mischief.

"Are you going to massage me or ogle me all night?" he asked.

I grabbed his arm, and he scooted on the table before I pushed him so he could lay back. Even as he laid back, his eyes remained on mine. I patted his thigh. "Turn over pretty boy."

He flipped himself over and rested his chin on his arms. I gulped at the sight of his firm ass. Man, I loved it. It looked good, and it felt just as good, too.

        "I'm waiting," Kenji said impatiently, and I smacked his ass just for that. "Are you here to spank my ass or massage my ass?"

His eyes stayed on me as I removed my shirt before I reached for the oil. "What about both?" He licked his lips in anticipation while I lathered my hands in the oil.

We weren't using the cover. What was the point? I'd already seen everything. I better see everything now if no one wanted to get cut.

        "Just relax, and enjoy this."

        As soon as I warmed the oil in my hands, I brought it down onto Kenji's back. He sighed, and his muscles visibly relaxed once I started wandering my hands around his back.

I was no masseur, but homeboy was just going with the flow. How hard could it be? Plus, Kenji couldn't say shit. He wasn't paying me, although I could think of other ways for my compensation.

I dug my fingers into his skin and made sure to delve into his back, easing out the knots in his muscles.

Kenji moaned. "That feels so good." He turned his head to the side, still resting on his arms with his eyes closed. "This was a great idea, Darian."

I smiled. "Darian knows best." He chuckled, and I couldn't help but join him.

I continued massaging along his back, and it was a few minutes later before I moved to his sides. He groaned as I worked the tension out of his body. Kenji was the perfect blend of hard muscle under soft skin.

He was so beautiful. He would probably kick my ass if I told him that, but he was. Watching his body relax as time passed, watching the look of contentment and relaxation on his face, and hearing the noises he was making was doing things to me. It made my dìck come to life and I had to suppress it away. Not now.

This was about Kenji, not Darian number two getting balls deep action.

I moved to his legs and worked those muscles, too, but there wasn't as much tension there so I mostly focused on his upper body. I continued doing this for a good half an hour and I made sure to steer clear from his ass and his dick. I was saving that for later. However, later came when I massaged Kenji's inner thigh with his legs spread.

        Good thing I got the wider massage table because Kenji was lean, but he was long. As I worked the area, I paused for a second and raised a brow before grabbing his leg to lift it up .

"What are you doing?" he asked, but he didn't resist my actions. I knew it. He had a semi hard-on. This was turning him on. I guess it wasn't just me.

I dropped his leg, and I knew the time had come. It was time to relax this him even more using... other tactics.

My hands moved up to his ass, and I squeezed it. He released a staggered breath as I started working the muscles in his firm but soft ass. I kneaded the skin, and I palmed it. I massaged his ass. Spanked his ass. Rubbed his ass, and everything in between.

Kenji was moaning like no bodies business by the time I spread him to have access to his entrance. It was pink and ready for me. I lathered my hands in more oil. I didn't miss the whimper from Kenji at the loss of my touch and that boosted my ego even more.

However, his whine was long gone when my fingers returned to run along the ring of muscle. Kenji jumped slightly but relaxed soon after as I lathered the oil on the area.

"Darian," he panted, pushing his hips back, and I got the message loud and clear.

I brought my lips to his ear. "You want my finger?" He nodded. "You want me to fùck you with these hands before fucking you with my cóck?" He nodded again, accept more aggressively.

"I want it." He grinded against my finger. "I want your finger. I want you cōck. I want everything."

     Damn.

I had to release a ragged breath of my own to calm the ache in my jeans. Speaking of, these suckers needed to go. So I removed my hands from Kenji, getting a whine out of him, and I tugged down my jeans and boxers. After I kicked the articles of clothing away, I glanced down at my cock. It was just as turn on as Kenji's. Well, we couldn't disappoint them now could we?

I climbed onto the table, placing both my legs on the outside of Kenji's and my hands returned to his opening. He sighed in approval but that sigh was cut shut when I pushed my finger in without any warning.

Kenji grunted, fisting the cloth on the table, as I pumped my finger in and out of him and even though my motions weren't slow, they weren't fast either. I took my time, pushing my fingers in and out at a luxurious pace, not trying to get him off, just trying to explore the depths of him.

Kenji rocked back against my finger, groaning as I changed angles continuously in search of the wonderful spot. When I heard him scream and tense up, I knew I'd found it. A smirk formed on my lips as I worked his sweet spot. Kenji grunted when I paused my finger to focus on massaging his prostate instead of thrusting in and out.

This was a massage after all. Just on an internal level.

"Darian," Kenji panted, grinding against my finger and the clothe on the table, "please." His hips rocked back and forth, stimulating his prostate with my finger and stimulating his shaft against the clothe. I glanced down to see him fully erect, and I realized I was, too. "I want you."

I brought my body down so I could kiss his neck, never stopping my finger and my other hand kept me balanced. "You want my finger or my còck?" I asked, breathing heavily on his neck as I inched towards his ear.

I pulled my finger out, before thrusting back in harshly, straight on his prostate. "Darian!" he hollered, his back arched from the pleasure. He shuddered as my finger resumed massaging the spot. "I want your cōck." He breathed heavily as his hips grew more desperate, practically fùcking the table. "I want your còck in me!" He reached back to grab my crotch to emphasize his point, and I groaned.

His hands stroked up and down my member and I closed my eyes, rocking my hips against him while resting my head on his shoulder. We moved in unison and in sync, grinding and rolling our hips together as the wave of pleasure flowed through us and my pants grew heavier as Kenji's moans grew louder. We weren't even fucking yet, and it already felt this good.

I kept my elbow planted down, and I grabbed his chin in my hand to turn it so he could look at me. His lidded eyes fought to look into mine but he still put in the effort, even as his lips remained opened in an "o" as my fingers remained relentless, abusing his prostate while I fucked his hand. His eyes said it all and mine moved to his pink lips. I wanted them.

So I brought my lips down to Kenji's, and it was a soft kiss filled with only lips. We barely moved our mouths as we mostly focused on our lips touching and sliding as our bodies continued to move together. His breath mixed in with mine and every groan or grunt from one of us was consumed by the other. I bit gently on his lip and pulled, tugging on the skin. He let me and closed his eyes, completely allowing me to do as I pleased. That level of trust was the last straw.

I had to have him.

I pulled away from him and removed his hands from around me as I pulled my fingers out of him. Kenji groaned in disapproval. "Darian," he whined, but I adjusted myself so I was kneeling behind him.

I smacked his ass. "Up." He seemed to understand as he pushed himself up on all fours, and I moved back to kneel directly behind him. Kenji pushed his ass up in air, and he bowed his head down, waiting for me and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. His rose bud was in clear view now, and it waited for me, just like Kenji himself. "Damn, you're sexy."

I pressed my body against Kenji's, wrapping an arm around his abdomen as I kissed along his neck. My other hand moved to my crotch and I stroked myself, spreading the pre-cúm around. I grunted, and I knew he could feel my ministrations from behind.

My fist moved faster, and my other arm rubbed circles around his chest. Kenji sighed. "Are you going to fuck your fist or fúck me?"

I smirked against his neck before biting down, making him yelp. "Patience."

I released my shaft and reached for the lube near the massage oil. Homeboy came prepared.

"Fuck patience." Kenji pushed his hips back, and his ass pressed against my erection, making us both moan.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"

"Darian," he groaned.

I removed my arm from around him and squirted some of the lube on my hands, and I was quick to lather my crotch and his entrance with it. I rubbed it in, paying special attention to his opening and my tip. I didn't want to cause him pain. After all, all of this was for him. All of it.

Once he was ready, I returned one hand to the table while the other hand grabbed a hold of me. Kenji spread his legs as far as they could go, and I brushed my tip against his entrance. We didn't need a condom. We were both clean, and we stopped using condoms after the fourth time.

I moved my hand from the table to his ass, and I spread them apart before thrusting my hips forward. As soon as my head went through, we both moaned. Kenji clenched the cloth tighter, and I gritted my teeth, continuing to push forward so I could be engulfed my more heat and tightness. The massage I gave him seemed to work because his muscles held little to no resistance as he took me in, as if accepting me completely for the first time.

I curled over to sigh against his shoulder, allowing my breath to warm his skin as I soaked in the feeling of him wrapped around me. Kenji pushed his hips back, taking even more of me until I was completely in with nowhere else to go. I didn't pause, and I pulled out slowly before pushing in just as slowly. I repeated this, building up the momentum.

Kenji and I have had sex enough to not need pauses. We were past that, and he felt too amazing to stop, so I didn't. I grinded against him, and he rocked back into me, meeting me halfway every time. I ran my hands from his ass up his back to his shoulders before moving to grab his neck. I pulled his head up, and I turned his chin my way so he could look at me.

        We held eye contact and watched each other as I thrusted into him, his body moving back and forth with my motions and his lips parted. His breathing was harsh, and his eyes were hooded but they remained on me as I moved in him.

My pace wasn't overly fast or aggressive, but it felt better than any other time as he matched my rhythm, our eyes still locked. Once I couldn't take it anymore, I brought my lips down on his for a soft kiss and our lips glided and pulled on each other while I picked up my pace. I paused for a second when I felt motion underneath Kenji, so I pulled away from his lips to glance down. I saw him fisting himself in slow but firm strokes.

I frowned slightly and looked up at his pleasure-stricken face. My expression softened instantly. "Don't." I moved my hand down to remove his from his shaft. Kenji groaned in annoyance, so I moved to whisper in his ear. "I got you."

My hand replaced his on his shaft, and I started my strokes on his member. I planted one leg up on the table to keep myself stabilized, and I started my strokes from the base before moving up along his length and twisting my hand around the head. Kenji cried out, throwing his head back with my other hand still around his neck as his body pushed back. I felt his gulp and every tremor as my hand was relentless. Stroking and pumping him into oblivion while our hips rocked together, in and out, back and forth.

"I'll take care of you," I whispered in a low voice before moving my lips along his neck. I wasn't kissing him, just feeling his moistened skin against my warm lips as another shiver ran through his body from a particularly hard stroke and a twist of my fist. "Just relax and trust me, and I'll make you feel so good."

His ass clamped around me, making me moan and pump my hips faster with harder and deeper thrusts. He groaned in approval and moved his hips back into my shaft and forward into my hand, stuck between my two assaults and he cried out in ecstasy from the attack. I grunted against his neck, feeling the force of my thrusts ripple through his skin. Our skin stuck together, and our breathing came out ragged and sweat dripped from his hair as his strands stuck to his forehead. I didn't miss the tint of red on his cheeks or his eyes shut tightly or his lips pink and swollen. My eyes soaked him in, and I wanted his lips even more swollen.

That was my last thought before I smashed my lips against his. He groaned and gripped my hair in his hand, pulling me closer to him. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip and he granted me access, attacking my tongue the first chance he got. Our lips clashed and our teeth clanked and our tongues glided as his fingers pulled on my hair, and I groaned into his lips. This kiss was pure passion. Passion for the moment. Passion for the lust. Passion for each other.

I widened my legs and released his neck to grab his hips so I could have more leverage to thrust into him better. He continued fisting himself where I left off, while all of my focus shifted to my thrusts. We groaned at the shift in positions, and my tip brushed against his prostate, releasing a groan from Kenji.

"Darian!" he yelled, his breaths coming out in pants. "Yes. Right there." I chuckled, continuing to aim for the spot, and I pummeled the area with each thrust. He shuddered and collapsed forward, breathing harshly. "Fúck." He pushed his hips harder into mine, rolling them in circles. "Yes! Don't stop." He grunted as my fingers dug into his hips while my shaft pierced through him repeatedly. Every new thrust was faster and harder and deeper than the last.

My body shook as the sensations spread through me, settling in my balls. No. I didn't want to come. Not yet. Not without seeing him come first.

Then it hit me. I wanted to see him. Having my chest pressed to his back and having him beneath me was hot and all, but I wanted more. I wanted to watch his face contort in bliss. I wanted to hear his sounds of pleasure while we stared into each other's eyes.

This position wasn't going to cut it anymore.

I pulled out of Kenji in one pull and flipped him over onto his back. Before he could protest, I pressed my body to his and grabbed his thighs, parting them before thrusting back into him with one snap of my hips. Kenji threw his head back and arched his back as I groaned deep from within my chest. Kenji parted his legs even further for me before pulling me closer to him with his arms around my neck, and I rested my elbows around his head.

His legs wrapped around me, and we held eye contact. His look of pure want and trust and acceptance brought me that much closer to climax. Not the delicious friction his ass was giving me, but that look. He was bringing me that much closer to climax.

Kenji pulled me into another kiss and our tongues met in a clash, but we didn't fight. They just moved as one, not foes, just like our hips rocked together as a team. One of my hands moved down to squeeze his ass, and he gasped, giving me even more access and my thrusts slowed. I didn't need to hammer into him to get off. The slow, grinding but powerful thrust of my hips was enough to take me over the edge.

I knew I was close, but I had to get him there too. When I pulled away from his lips to stare into his dazed eyes, I knew he was close as well.

"Darian," he moaned. "Let's come together."

My throat was so dry, and my muscles were starting to tense to the point that I couldn't respond. I could only nod before dropping my head down onto his shoulder as he held onto mine. One of my hands crept up around his erection, and I made a seal, allowing him to pump into my hands and stroke himself using them. One of his hands moved down to rub along my back and my ass in soothing strokes. We worked together, not just me taking care of him or him taking care of me. It was us taking care of each other.

I growled, increasing my pace and urging his legs even wider apart with my knees. Kenji kept up with my near erratic thrusts now. "Kenji, I lo—" I stopped myself.

        What the hell was I about to say? Kenji seemed to catch it too, as he stared up at me with a confused look. I shook my head and changed my angle, aiming for his prostate.

Kenji shouted out, throwing his head back as I hit it dead on. I continued pounding, moving in and out of him with vigor. Kenji moved just as aggressively against me.

"I'm so fucking close!" he yelled, gritting his teeth as perspiration collected all over his face and body. His look probably matched mine, but I didn't appreciate him not looking at me.

"Look at me," I said, causing Kenji's eyes to flutter open. He had to fight it, but he did, keeping his eyes on me. "I want you to look at me as you come." I resumed my motions on his shaft, assisting him to reach that nearing edge, and Kenji whimpered. "I want you to look at me through it all."

I brought my face closer to his as my balls tightened, raising and my thighs trembled. Fuck! So fucking close.

        I clenched my teeth and fought to keep my eyes open as well. It was a difficult feat, but we both managed to stare into each other's eyes the whole time. His face contorting into that of pleasure, and the sounds leaving his parted lips made the come travel that much faster up my length.

"Kenji!" I growled.

"Darian. Darian! Darian!" All he could do was call out my name as my body starting to tense up, along with his and my movements only increased.

        My hand moving in a blur along his shaft and my hips pounded hit after hit into his prostate. His hips met me with every thrust or stroke.

When Kenji's hands moved down to squeeze my ass, pulling me closer to him, and he whimpered with his eyes still boring into mine, I was done.

With a violent thrust of my hips and a loud growl, I tensed up, staying deep inside of Kenji as I shot jet after jet of hot come into him. He moaned and twitched in my hand before releasing his load between both of our chests with a loud scream of his own. We convulsed and groaned, long and drawn out. We maintained eye contact through the whole wave, watching each other's faces contort with uncontrollable pleasure from each stream of release.

I didn't know how long we came, but I squeezed the last drops of come from Kenji's softening erection, and he moaned while I gave him a couple more thrusts. He clamped down on me, milking me dry as well, and I groaned into his shoulder before coming to a stop.

The air was hot, and it smelled of sweat, sex and men.

All wonderful things.

I chuckled against his shoulder as we came down from the high. He held me in a tight embrace, and I rested on his soft and warm body. Even as I slipped out of him and as I adjusted myself to sit beside him and as I knew my come was dripping out of him while his was on both of our chests, we didn't care. We could clean up later. Now, that was the least of our concerns.

We remained in each other's arms, never wanting to let the other go. For the first time, it didn't feel like we were just fúcking. We had sex, but it was deeper than fucking.

I smiled down at Kenji with a goofy grin on my face as he rested his head on my arm. "Feeling any better?" I asked.

He nodded with a smile of his own. "Much better." He sighed, and a warm feeling spread through me.

"I'm glad."

"Your ass is mine next time." He smacked my arm, and I chuckled.

"We'll see about that."

I didn't know why I was holding back from bottoming. I'd never done it before, but neither had Kenji until me. There was no excuse, but I couldn't do it. I was just lucky Kenji was so patient.

        "Maybe next time," I still said.

"I feel better, but the realization still remains," Kenji said.

I pulled back slightly to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"What we did was wrong." I gulped. "We should have gone about things differently. I should have been upfront with Rosalyn from the very beginning. I should have stopped bullshitting. I should have broken up with her way before I did. I should have broken up with her before we even started messing around again." I nodded with a sheepish look. "However, me and you being together isn't wrong." I snapped my head up to look at him, seeing if he meant it. "I don't regret that. I may regret the way we went about it, but I don't regret us." He grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze with a smile on his lips. "I'll never regret that. This moment and being here with you now, only reminds me of that." He snuggled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him, making sure to plant a kiss on the top of his head. "I'll never regret choosing you, Darian."

"I'll never regret having you either," I replied and we stayed like that, cuddling. 

And for the first time in my life, I was glad I was gay.

I wasn't just tolerating it or accepting it for what it was. I was grateful for it because if I would have been straight, I would have never been with Kenji. I would probably be fucking some random chick now. Kenji and I would never be together, and we would never have this moment or any other moment. I smiled down at him.

Thank goodness, I was gay.

Even though I was tired as fuck, I didn't want to fall asleep. No, I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted it to last so I fought my fatigue. I was willing to fight anything for Kenji.

That was the moment I realized I was in love with Kenji Kai.

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* What do you guys think about this Danji filled chapter? Darian comforting Kenji? Their sexy time? Hot or nah? The boys realizing their errors but also the good? Thoughts in general?

* This was a long chapter, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. Stuff is about to go down in the next couple chapters. 😁