Eichi, if I ever bored you, it would be the very end of the world itself! The apocalypse brought upon us! No, let me be your moon, and you my stars. Not that even a billion suns can compare to the marvel that is you.

[His voice is low as his hands travel down and down, caressing with all affection and reverence. How long had they both silently wanted this? How many times had they alluded to it, or discussed it in faint, distant terms? And now Wataru is here with Eichi, unfastening his pants and urging him to lift his hips so he can pull them down.]

Let me touch you until your desire wins out. Until all the coiled up need in you bursts forth and you pounce on me like a ravenous beast~!