Well then. I suppose that means we need to move closer to a door, doesn’t it?


[What a terrible thought. It was going to be uncomfortable as hell moving anywhere honestly, and he wouldn’t be able to kiss and touch Johnny until they walked free of the train. The seats had given them some faint privacy but standing near the doors they’d be totally exposed. Umeda wasn’t so confident of the city that he found the idea of blatant making out safe. Still, if they didn’t move, they’d never finish and that was its own problem.

Umeda sighed and leaned in closer to kiss Johnny’s throat, finally taking his hand away.]


It’s a pity this place doesn’t have private cars.