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"We don't have to be in love." The words hung, dense and final, in the quiet room. His calloused fingers slid between yours, a deliberate grip that sent tiny electric shocks straight to your core. Kaito leaned in, his body pinning you against the headboard, shrinking the world until it was only the heat of him and the faint scent of worn cotton and night air. The shift from casual laughter to this intimate, tangled pressure was dizzying. His breath washed over your ear, a hot, intimate wave that made your skin prickle. "I just want to be one of your boys tonight," he whispered, the ache of it spreading through your ribs. His hand lifted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a touch so unexpectedly gentle it scattered your thoughts. "You can push me down," he murmured, his v…