[It's hard to stay awake now, feeling their body heat start to envelope them, blanketed between the soft bed underneath and the sheets. His eyes don't open, preferring to just listen to Shindou's movements, his soft little hums as he situates himself against his chest, feeling his ear press against it and listening to him breathe. He can't remember feeling this light, this free.
Not since he was a child, at least. And this was something he never wanted to let go of.
Shindou's request goes without saying, naturally. He'd certainly accompany him throughout the whole day at the shrine. His hand moves, glossing over Shindou's back tenderly, his fingers brushing along his shirt and to his shoulder, down his arm...
All the way until he finds that hand, peeling it away from his torso gently and putting it in his own. His soft skin was like silk between his fingers, as he threads his own inbetween the spaces Shindou's makes, lacing them together.
Pulling it up gently, his lips press to Shindou's fingertips, eyes still closed and breath still warm.]
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Not since he was a child, at least. And this was something he never wanted to let go of.
Shindou's request goes without saying, naturally. He'd certainly accompany him throughout the whole day at the shrine. His hand moves, glossing over Shindou's back tenderly, his fingers brushing along his shirt and to his shoulder, down his arm...
All the way until he finds that hand, peeling it away from his torso gently and putting it in his own. His soft skin was like silk between his fingers, as he threads his own inbetween the spaces Shindou's makes, lacing them together.
Pulling it up gently, his lips press to Shindou's fingertips, eyes still closed and breath still warm.]
I won't let go.