El agua seguía corriendo por la col

El agua seguía corriendo por la coladera, tendría así unos treinta minutos. Eso se sumaba como un punto más a que dormir juntos para economizar, solo es una excusa. Souichi se lavó la cara con agua fría, dejando sus palmas sobre sus ojos por más tiempo que en el resto de su cara. Abrió espacio entre los dedos, hasta toparse con sus ojos en el reflejo, su semblante cansado lo hizo escuchar el agua desperdiciándose, y ver como el vapor terminaba de cubrir el espejo.

«— ¿Por qué pienso tanto las cosas? Esté no soy yo» se dijo a sí mismo en su mente, resonando cada palabra en él.

— ¿Souichi, necesitas algo, estas bien?— voltio frenético a la puerta, encontrándola cerrada, solo quería tomar un baño y regresar a su vida cotidiana—Souichi— volvió a llamarlo y como si gritara su nombre, regreso de sus pensamientos, se sentía aliviado de estar allí, en ese departamento y con Morinaga acosándolo a cada momento, no quería pensarse tanto las cosas y tomar la decisión equivocada, ahora mismo solo debía seguir la rutina, el dian en que se presentara algo pensaría como solucionarlo, mientras tanto se daría el lujo de seguir como hasta ahora, fingiendo que no le importa la relación que lleva con Moringa, aunque en realidad se pase pensando en que pasara el día en que le pregunten, que significaba lo que le pidió a Morinaga ese día, y qué relación tiene con él.

Morinaga llamó a la puerta con dos golpes continuos. Souichi pensó que la puerta debía estar cerrada, porque de lo contrario seguro a ese punto ya habría entrado. Convencido de esto, se quitó los pantalones junto con la ropa interior, hizo un bulto con toda la ropa y la aventó a una esquina del baño, después de todo Morinaga tenía una especie de trauma con la limpieza y en él no le reprochaba nada como lo hacía Kanako.

— ¿Que no haya cerrado la puerta con seguro, tendrá o no, un significado?— se cuestionó Morinaga con la mano en la perilla. El agua llevaba tiempo corriendo, pero esta vez sí se había llevado ropa, sin contar que no tenía alguna excusa para pasar. Dejo el desenlace de su decisión a la suerte. Nervioso giro de la perilla, algo desconcertado la cerró a su espalda. El baño estaba cubierto por vapor, quizá Souichi no se pensó tanto las cosas como la vez anterior, y las sospechas de Morinaga eran falsas. Se recargo en la puerta decepcionada.

Escucho pasos, pero no podía asegurarse de que fueran reales. En sus adentros, la imagen de Monrinaga se le vino a la cabeza, no podía estar pensando en él, no cuando había logrado deshacerse de su erección. Sin prestar atención a los pasos, aturdido por el vapor se colocó debajo de la regadera. Sentía como su tensión se iba con el agua, totalmente perdido en ella, tiraron con cuidado de la cortina, Souichi con lo poco que alcanzo a ver, visualizo un torso desnudo frente a él, no le dio tiempo de sorprenderse, para antes de que terminara de escurrirse el jabón de sus ojos, su cuerpo estaba aprisionado entre dos fuertes brazos, sin cuidado Morinaga busco que ambos cuerpos embonaran a la perfección, una vez que Souichi se mostró dócil, se acercó a su oído.

—Te amo más que a mi propia vida, y eso, es de lo único de lo que estoy seguro— la presión del agua estaba al máximo, con dificultad se daban cuenta de la diferencia entre lo que escuchaban y lo que solo pensaban—acéptame en ti, en tu vida y en tu cuerpo.

Con esto Souichi no supo cómo reaccionar. Bajó la vista sin responderle. Sus cuerpos efectivamente embonaban, y las manos de su compañero conocían a la perfección su cuerpo, cada punto sensible, así como toda imperfección.

Morinaga estiro el brazo, tomando el jabón. Dedico a Souichi una mirada penetrante, entrecerrando los parpados, dejando la mitad de sus ojos cubiertos por un par de espesas pestañas. La mirada de Morinaga lo decía todo, e incluso trasmitía más que simples palabras, algo que solo entenderías dentro de ti, y Souichi lo estaba sintiendo en varios sentidos. Se visualizó como una persona débil, controlada por otro hombre, uno que encontraba todo aquello que lo hacía débil, que incluso, esa misma debilidad se resumía a una sola persona, Morinaga.

Lo demás empezó a parecer una ilusión, algo poco real para sus sentidos. Y una situación que su orgullo no le permitiría vivir, aunque de cierto modo deseaba que su tacto en cada centímetro de su piel fuera real. Pero sin poder alejar a la voz que no se cansaba de repetirle lo mal que estaba. Que en cada punto que Morinaga lo tocaba, quedaba esa sensación que le recordaba porque no podía dejarse llevar.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

Water was running through the strainer, so would have about thirty minutes. That is added as one plus point to sleep together to save money, is only an excuse. Souichi washed face with cold water, leaving their palms over their eyes for longer than in the rest of your face. Opened space between fingers until you see with your eyes the reflection, his weary countenance did hear the water is wasted, and see how steam ended cover the mirror.«-Why I think both things?» «Is I'm not» he said himself in his mind, ringing every word in it.-Souichi, need something, these well? - frantic Volt at the door, finding it closed, just wanted to take a bath and go back to your life everyday-Souichi - returned to call it and as if to scream his name, returning from his thoughts, felt relieved to be there, in that Department and with Morinaga haunt him every time, didn't think much about things and make the wrong decision right now should only follow the routine, the dian in which arose something would think how to fix it, meanwhile the luxury to continue would be as so far, pretending that you don't the relationship carrying with Moringa, although in reality pass thinking that passed the day in which ask you, meaning what you asked to Morinaga that day , and what relationship it has with it.Morinaga knocked at the door with two continuous hits. Souichi thought that the door should be closed, because otherwise surely to that point would have already entered. Convinced of this, removed the pants along with the underwear, made a bundle with all the clothes and threw it into a corner of the bathroom, after all Morinaga had a kind of trauma with cleaning and it not reproached him nothing as Kanako did.-Will that you have not closed the door locked, have or not, a meaning? - Morinaga was questioned with his hand on the knob. The water had been long running, but this time if he had taken clothes, not counting had not any excuse to spend. I leave the outcome of their decision to luck. Nervous twist of the knob, somewhat bewildered closed it behind her back. The bathroom was covered by steam, perhaps Souichi not thought so much things as before, and suspicions of Morinaga were false. I extra charge on the door disappointed.I hear steps, but he could not make sure they were real. In herself, the image of Monrinaga came to him at the head, could not be thinking about it, not when it managed to get rid of your erection. Without paying attention to the steps, stunned by the steam is placed under the sprinkler. I felt as their voltage was with water, completely lost in it, carefully pulled the curtain, Souichi what little I can see, displaying a bare-chested in front of him, gave him no time wonder, for before the end of drain SOAP in his eyes, his body was trapped between two strong arms carelessly Morinaga busco both bodies fit perfectly , once Souichi was docile, approached his ear.-I love you more than my own life, and that is the only thing what I'm sure-the water pressure was the most difficult remarked the difference between what you heard and what they thought only - accept me in you, in your life and in your body.With that Souichi did not know how to react. Fell view without answering him. Their bodies actually embonaban, and the hands of his partner knew perfectly your body, every sensitive point, as well as any imperfections.Morinaga stretch arm, taking the SOAP. I dedicate to Souichi a penetrating gaze, one the eyelids, leaving half of his eyes covered by a pair of thick eyelashes. Morinaga look it said everything, and even conveyed more than simple words, something that only you would understand within you, and Souichi was feeling it in several ways. It is envisioned as a weak person, controlled by another man, one that everything was what made him weak, even that same weakness was summarized to a single person, Morinaga.The rest began to seem like an illusion, something little real for your senses. And a situation that his pride were not allowed to live, although in a way wished that his touch every inch of her skin was real. But not to move to the voice which never tired of repeating how bad that was. That at each point that Morinaga played it, was that feeling that remembered him because he could not let yourself go.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

The water was running down the drain, and was about thirty minutes. That was added as a point to sleep together to economize, it's just an excuse. Souichi face washed with cold water, leaving your palms over your eyes for longer than the rest of his face. He opened space between your fingers, until he ran into his eyes in the reflection, his face tired did hear the water wasted, and watch as the steam finished cover the mirror. "- Why I think both things? This is not me "he told himself in his mind, echoing every word in it. - Souichi, you need anything, these well - frantic Volt at the door, finding it closed, I just wanted to take a bath and go back to your life daily-Souichi- called again as if to scream your name, return of his thoughts, he was relieved to be there, in that department and Morinaga harassing him at every moment, not wanting to think both things and make the wrong decision now only had to follow the same routine, that was presented dian think how to fix something, meanwhile afford to continue as before would, pretending he does not mind the relationship that leads to Moringa, although actually thinking it through spend the day being asked, which meant what Morinaga asked that day, and how it relates to him. Morinaga knocked two continuous shock. Souichi thought that the door should be closed, because otherwise safe at that point and would have entered. Convinced of this, he took off his pants with underwear, made ​​a bundle with all the clothes and threw it into a corner of the bathroom, after all Morinaga had some sort of trauma to the cleaning and he did not blame anything like Kanako did. - What has not closed the door locked, or not have a meaning - Morinaga was questioned by hand on the knob. The water had long run, but this time it had taken clothes, not to mention that he had no excuse to pass. Here is the outcome of its decision to chance. Nervous turning the knob, he bemused closed behind her. The bathroom was covered in steam, perhaps not so much Souichi things as before thought, and Morinaga suspicions were false. I leaned against the door disappointed. I hear footsteps, but could not be sure they were real. In himself, Monrinaga image popped into his head, could not be thinking of him, not when he had managed to get rid of your erection. Ignoring steps, stunned by the vapor was placed under the shower. He felt his tension was water, completely lost in it, pulled gently curtain, Souichi with what little I can see, I visualize a naked front of the torso, gave him no time to be surprised, to before finished slip soap in his eyes, his body was trapped between two strong arms, carelessly Morinaga looking both bodies embonaran to perfection, once Souichi proved docile, went to his ear. 'I love you more than my own life, and that is the only thing of which I am sure-pressure water was full, with difficulty were aware of the difference between what they heard and what one thought-accept me in you, in your life and your body. With this Souichi did not know how to react. He looked down without answering. They embonaban their bodies effectively, and the hands of his partner knew perfectly her body, every sensitive spot and every imperfection. Morinaga stretched arm, taking the soap. Souichi dedicated to a penetrating gaze, squinting eyelids, leaving half his eyes covered by a pair of thick lashes. Morinaga's eyes said it all, and even conveyed more than mere words, something only you would understand within and Souichi was feeling it in several ways. It was viewed as weak, controlled by another man, one who was everything that made ​​him weak, even that very weakness to one person, Morinaga was summarized. The rest began to seem an illusion, something unrealistic for their senses. And a situation that his pride would not let him live, but in a way wanted his touch on every centimeter of his skin was real. But could not ward off the voice that never tired of repeating how bad it was. That at each point touched Morinaga, was that feeling that reminded him because he could not let go.