He'd been a fool to believe that returning to the slums meant he could just start over.
The sensations Iason had stoked in him coursed along his limbs and warmly mounted his spine, penetrating the depths of his brain. Logic and reason were useless. Excuses didn't matter. And each stimulation left him fiercely wanting more.
That frightening and avaricious creature had made itself at home inside him. After this, every time Iason held him, it would unleash those cries of joy. It would eventually devour his consciousness and swallow him entirely.
Momentarily consumed by the loathing he felt toward such a vision, Riki tightened his expression. Idiot. What are you thinking? But the realization that he couldn't bring himself to deny these thoughts shook him to the core.
"Ai no Kusabi."