Clutching his lower abdomen as he sat back down, a crack appeared in Abraxas's perfect facade. This brat really kicked hard. He suddenly felt a little sympathy for those fools who failed to recognize danger. Could they really live peacefully after offending a little venomous snake?
Leaning against the sofa, Abraxas took a bottle of liquor from his small bag and poured himself a glass. Noticing Tom's gaze fixed on his hand, he wickedly swirled the drink. "Want some~? I can teach you... how tequila tastes better..."
Quietly rising to his feet, Tom seemed as though he had been bewitched. Barefoot on the soft carpet, he stood before the platinum-haired aristocrat and held out his hand. "All right. For my first time, I want you to teach me."
Abraxas froze. He had not expected Tom to actually agree. Somewhat dazed, he reached out and pulled him down to sit beside him. After blinking, he put his smile back on, lowered his head, and sprinkled fine salt over the back of Tom's hand near his thumb. He licked up the salt with his tongue, then raised his glass for a small sip. "Did you learn it...?"
Hiding his burning hand behind his back, Tom lifted his chin. A strange competitive urge welled up inside him. Mimicking Abraxas's movements, he cradled that long, pale hand and lightly touched it with his lips, his eyes dark. Looking up, he snatched Abraxas's glass. For some reason, the bitterness on his tongue had turned sweet.
"I... I'm going back..."
Coming back to his senses, Tom ran back to his dormitory with a red face. After shutting the door, he threw himself straight onto the bed. He had thought Abraxas would forget, but he had not expected him to remember. Taking a letter from beneath his