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Remember Me. The Archive may occasionally be slow or unresponsive due to ongoing issues with our Elasticsearch servers. While we have a plan to improve the situation , we expect intermittent problems to continue into early next year. Saiki found himself between Kuboyasu and his gym locker. Saiki, however, managed to keep his cool, on the outside at least. Somebody was watching him like a hungry dog eyeing a juicy slab of steak. If he slipped away, Kuboyasu would probably feel guilty for cornering Saiki.
He searched over his face, lingering on his lips while he subconsciously ran a tongue over his own. Saiki pressed himself into the wall and tried to appear as disinterested as humanly possible.
His eyes widened slightly of their own accord, and he even made a tiny noise of surprise. Every millisecond in between Kuboyasu was being spurred on, and he deepened the kiss immediately. It was sloppy, uncoordinated, and wet.
So, so wet. Saiki became overwhelmed by the senses on his mouth and his body started to burn, cheeks flaring in red then his belly began to churn hotly.
