Moon Trap (English Translation)

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Shama was a bit tense about having to travel in Shertham's little eco-friendly car. Driving is the only thing Shama doesn't like, because he always has trouble telling the right distance, even though this difficulty was not a problem for design and the arts.

"So what do you want to eat?" Shertham concentrated on driving for a while, until his mood adjusted and he was able to speak. The familiar international music, played softly from the stereo, did not allow the atmosphere to be too calm.

"I want an omelette with a lot of sauce." When he is hungry, he has never tasted anything as delicious as an omelette.

"You eat like a child." The driver spoke casually, while the person accused of being a child smiled.

"So you want to eat a child?"

Based on the criteria, based on class and year, he's probably a bit younger than Shertham. And so it is ... because Shertham even pursed his lips. The darkness didn't allow him to see the red streaks on the doctor's cheeks, but Shama was sure the other party was embarrassed. As his indifferent face began to change mood, his pale face turned cute ... a little cuter than before. But only a little ... well Shama was sure that he still liked smaller people. Don't show your heart!

"I ate ..." A simple response as a countermeasure to Shama's comment, which was just an embarrassing joke by Shertham ... created a phenomenon like a hammer hitting Shama's head until he fell by ... KNOCK OUT!

He had heard that phrase before ... it could be interpreted in many ways. And one of them is ... that he was used to eating it and ... Shama swallowed the particularly sticky lump that had formed in his mouth, before hastily turning his head to look out the car window, his heart pounding, keeping his hand cold, making his brain pound he continually calculates the possibilities. Has he ever eaten me?

Did he?

And who lost it?

If he asked, he was afraid of losing face but if he didn't ask he would be left with the question unresolved ... So ... he decided to wait and see where the action took him when he was in the middle of it.

Hears! If he think like that, does that mean he's ready to have something with Shertham?... Wait, not anymore

"What happen?". Shertham raised his eyebrows to look at the clenched teeth of a Shama who seemed to be tense. It seemed like the other party was still worried, but he also didn't think that Shama wanted to get away from him because he was still holding his hand tightly.

"Any".

"Shama ..."

"Oh, nothing really happens." He denied that anything was wrong, but he still had a nervous look on his face, so Shertham slipped his hand from the gear of the car, raised it to Shama's still-taped ear, and gently touched it. Shama let out a soft moan again ... but this time, he didn't move away, but instead turned around and pulled Shertham's wrist up to the tip of his nose to sniff him ...

He kissed him for a while before gently biting his pale finger, sliding along his thin knuckles before ending with his mouth in the middle of his palm, before his hand returned to his original place. Shama was surprised by his actions, but his instincts said that he had been in a relationship with Shertham in this way. His body is used to touching, feeling and caressing the other ... And he also liked that Shertham caressed him ...

At this point Shama believed that it was counterproductive that he probably didn't like Shertham. Maybe it's just that ... the atmosphere carries him ...

... It would be something like this. At least holding his cold hand made him feel warm ... It's like he's been waiting to hold this hand for a long time ...