"Mm… Mmmph."
That's not what he meant!
Rocco wanted to protest, but he gave up and simply mumbled to himself.
It wasn't like he hated being with Laxus.
It wasn't like he disliked Laxus, either.
Even as he brooded, the truth became obvious.
He had no real reason to refuse Laxus.
The moment he realized that, another thought followed: Wouldn't it be best if I just stayed quiet?
So, without resistance, he let himself sink back into Laxus's embrace.
"Mmrrgh…"
...
Several days had passed since that fateful evening.
Rocco, still nursing a lingering ache in his hips, was sprawled across the couch in Laxus's room.
Lying on his stomach, he rested his head on Laxus's lap while Laxus gently stroked his lower back in a soothing motion.
It felt nice… but it was also embarrassing.
The sensation threatened to bring back the pleasure of that night, making Rocco squirm and press his forehead against Laxus's thigh in a desperate attempt to keep his composure.
