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Well, that's no good. Tsurugi-kun isn't exactly who I want to date...Shindou-kun would probably kill me.
[He smiles. Really, it was endearing how Tenma was actively trying to do things 'right'. But honestly, Taiyou could not have stated it any more honestly. To him, just being with Tenma was happiness enough. He was healthy, he was regularly getting the OK from his doctors that he could play soccer, his therapists had noticed a change in his mood...
He never speficied it was love that had cured him, but it sure did feel that way, and being around Tenma was like rolling in a field of flowers. What could top that?
...
But it's when Tenma actively shoves his head between his face and that magazine that an idea sparks in his head, blue eye glittering right back into Tenma's.]
What do I want to do?
Hmm...[Alright, Tenma wins, as he folds closed that magazine and sets it to the side.]
Well, there is one thing I've wanted to do for a long time....Ever since I met you.
[Taiyou Amemiya, with his name, hair, the brightness of his personality and even his keshin, is truly like the sun. Tenma knew it was cliché and frankly uncreative, but he loved describing the boy as such. Taiyou warmed him up like the sun's rays on his skin, energized him like no other.
But there are times when Tenma Matsukaze seems to personify that shining brightness in the sky more, and this is one of them. His blue-grey eyes widen, the almost-anxious look on his face fading to be replaced by a smile that splits his round face. He's bright -- blinding, almost -- as he grasps Taiyou's hands, now freed from his magazine, and leans in closer to him out of his eagerness.]
Tell me, Taiyou! Let's do it! I'll -- I'll do my best!
[Tenma could not have set himself up more perfectly for what Taiyou had in mind. He almost wondered if Tenma knew--done it on purpose...but as much as he loved Tenma dearly, he honestly couldn't see him as that precognitive...not when he'd only just asked him 'what do you do when you date someone'. His smile brightens, warm and inviting like the sunrise itself. Shaken by the refreshing breeze that was Matsukaze Tenma for just a moment, as his fingers grasp gently around the boy's own.
With Tenma's insistence, he doesn't waste any time.
His lips close the distance between them, holding his hands tenderly as his lips do the same, brushing across Tenma's own with chaste curiosity. From the day he'd met Tenma he'd always wanted to kiss him, it was true. There was something about that boy and the way he'd instilled something in his heart...something that made him nearly cement his residence in the hospital just to play soccer against him. Love was too broad a term--too generic.
Tenma was never, ever generic.
His lips were sweet like fresh strawberries, cool and soft and everything Taiyou had imagined they'd be when he sat in his hospital bed, waiting to hear any news from Fuyuka about Holy Road. Wondering if Tenma would wander into the hospital once more so they could meet in the courtyard so he could plant this very kiss on his lips.
The wait was worth it, and as he pulls away, one of his hands lets go of Tenma's own, index finger extending and placing itself just over his boyfriend's lips.
[What Tenma loved the most about days spent in Okinawa was the sunlight. The sunlight permeated all parts of the island, heating up the air, wrapped around each person like the most adoring embrace. It was cool and refreshing to jump into the water, but he always loved splashing back out and dropping down on the sand to let the sun's rays warm him back up. He loved filling his lungs with the warm air; he loved feeling the burn of the hot sand on his skin.
When Taiyou's lips brush against his, he momentarily feels like he's back there, blue sky overhead, blue waves crashing lazily over the white sand, and the sun shining brightly above. Taiyou's breath is as hot as the air there, his skin just like the embrace from nature he grew up loving so much.
It takes his breath away, and Tenma is left stunned and mesmerized after that kiss, lost somewhere between the air-conditioned coolness of the room and the sun-baked warmth of his childhood, anchored in place only by their linked hands.
Taiyou's finger drops on his lip and draws him back into the present. He blinks a couple times, remembering to breathe again just as his heart seems to start beating once more, faster than earlier, drawing a soft flush of red to his cheeks.]
Taiyou... [He really did take his breath away; his voice only comes out as a hushed sigh.] Since we met? Really?
[Tenma's voice was as soft as the breeze itself, music to his ears and soothing to the soul. His hand still holding onto Tenma's own clutches it tighter--not too tight enough to squeeze, but a silent affirmation. His other finger had gently lifted when Tenma started to speak, and slowly returned to his side, although doing nothing to widen the distance between them.
The question itself only makes his eyes soften even more, bright blue eyes meeting the steely blue of Tenma's own. He remembers that day perfectly--he'd escaped from his hospital room to get some soccer practice in...only to see another boy in that courtyard. A boy who he'd met by literally crashing into. Maybe it was the physical connection they had, or the first words that were spoken to him...but he knew one thing was certain: that his heart fluttered on that day, in that courtyard.]
I had a feeling.
[The same feeling he's getting right now, heart feeling like it's about to burst out of his chest from the adrenaline of the kiss.]
Back at the hospital, I just had a feeling. That I had to see you again, play soccer with you. I didn't know what else at the time, but you made me happier than I'd felt in ages.
That feeling is what I'm feeling now. [His gaze turns up a little, turning to the window.]
So I think I truly wanted to kiss you since we've met.
[The longer Taiyou's eyes looked into his own, the faster his heart seemed to thud. It's not long before Tenma's cheeks have gotten completely flushed -- much like one fluffy-haired girl on the middle of a field after receiving her own life-changing confession -- and he can hardly breathe for it. Taiyou looked at him so directly, right in the eyes, no matter what was being said. He's never seen the boy avert his gaze embarrassed or shy, and he could hardly imagine it. At least, not when they were alone. And yet there was him on the other hand, easily flustered, so easily overwhelmed by Taiyou's straightforward affection, feeling like such a child next to a boy who was the same age as him.
When Taiyou's gaze flickers up to the window it gives him room to breathe, and he huffs out a sigh, softly, closing his eyes to collect his thoughts and think about the kiss. Soft, warm, sunlike.]
... You're amazing, Taiyou, [he manages to say after a few quiet seconds, still feeling breathless.] You always know what you want.
[Taiyou had seen many parts of himself that could have been considered weak. His body was still rather fragile from the lifetime of being in and out of the hospital. His condition always seemed to have something wrong, and often times, the things he loved most were put on the backburner. But it never held him back from looking straight forward. Looking right into what he wanted and making sure that he got it.
He wanted to play soccer, so he snuck out of the hospital to do just that. He wanted to play soccer against Tenma in Holy Road, so he played until his heart was literally about to burst through his chest. He wanted to kiss Tenma, and he did so without hesitation.
There was nothing to be shy about. His feelings were more than clear to the boy, and it warms his heart even more to see him so flustered about it.]
When you feel something strong enough, there's no hesitation. You reach out, touch the sky, and fly.
[Tenma's request gets a delighted little hum, eyes closing for just a moment.]
I'd love that.
[His neck cranes forward, eyes still closed and ready to accept.]
But you'll have to be quick, Tenma. I might end up kissing you again.
[He responds with the same quickness he reacts to someone trying to steal the ball from him. Tenma's eyes open to the size of saucers in alarm and his hands shoot forward, soft, warm palms pressing to Taiyou's paler cheeks, gently but firmly holding him in place. No, it's his turn!
Taiyou's face feels almost cool to the touch because of how warm he is. The thought makes him feel even warmer as he swallows thickly to hold back his nervousness. It's not that the kiss itself is embarrassing. It's not that he's daunted by this new intimacy. But he wants to do it right. He wants to give Taiyou the same giddy feeling his kiss gave him.
He kind of sort of remembers Aoi squealing about something like this with her girl friends once upon a time, and he does his best to drag out those memories, fishing for as much information as he can, trying to remember how Taiyou did it. There's a quiet, hushed, "Here I go," under his breath before he leans in to meet his boyfriend halfway, Tenma's breath a hot gasp of nerves against Taiyou's cheek before their lips press together. It's slower and more lingering than the first, if only because of how careful Tenma is being not to rush in and bump their noses, Tenma's slightly parted ones fitting closely against the other boy's.]
[His head rests automatically in Tenma's hands, feeling the warmth of his skin and soaking into it willingly. Tenma had said he always knew exactly what he wanted, and right now couldn't have confirmed that any more. His neck extends, ready to accept the boy's affections. No matter what kind of kiss Tenma gave, Taiyou was going to love every second of it. It was more about who gave it than anything, and Tenma was his healing wind.
His smile curls a little more at his 'Here I go', heart skipping a beat as his eyes close.
Not that the boy has anything to worry about in terms off performance. The moment lips press to his own, the sweetness from the kiss returns, wondering if Tenma's lips were naturally as sweet as sugar or if it had just been from the juice. He sinks into the kiss, feeling his lips glide across Tenma's so smooothly, so naturally. Had the boy any doubts about their relationship, as budding as it was, it was all silenced in that kiss. He'd never felt more sure of something than right now, and with how it lingers, how he could easily keep this up for as long as their breath allows...
He truly felt he could outshine the sun.
He's not sure how long it lasts, or even if he wants to stop. But even with gentle kisses like this, air is still a function the body needs to survive. So he'll lift his lips, not moving more than an inch or two from Tenma's face as he lets out the most relaxed, happiest sigh.]
Like candy, Tenma. You're going to give me cavities with kisses like that.
[Those who know Matsukaze Tenma will all be able to agree on a few things about him, and one of those things that Matsukaze Tenma was rarely not alert. The slate color of his eyes were reminiscent of storm clouds, but they were always clear like the summer skies, staring straight ahead, facing up to everything he cared about with all of his energy and attention.
Those eyes right now are slightly out of focus, dazed, as Taiyou pulls away. He feels lightheaded; it wasn't a very long kiss, but it feels like he used up oxygen faster than ever before, and he's out of breath. He can't just sigh so softly as Taiyou had, and he feels like he might've just run a race.
Like candy, he says. Stupid, Tenma thinks. Those words a lot more sweeter than anything he could give.]
If you-- if you brush your teeth, it'll be fine. [That was a dumb response. Was he attempting to be poetic like Tsurugi? If he was, it sure came out sounding stupid, and Tenma feels his cheeks burn. He quickly hides them -- by dropping his head onto Taiyou's shoulder and burying his face against it.]
[Taiyou's felt this before--the beating of his heart against his ribcage so hard he felt like it'd explode. Often, it was a signal to get him to a hospital quick, to get him checked out and made sure that his body wasn't having another downward spike into hospitalization once more. But this was different. This came with a feeling of having more energy than he could have ever thought possible rush through his veins. Colours seemed more vivid, his head felt absolutely tingling, the tip of his nose twitched from being almost ticklish from the sensation on his lips...
It was much different than the soccer match against Raimon.
His heart was beating because it wanted to beat, it wanted to live and experience more of what Matsukaze Tenma could give to him.
...
That line sinks in, and his blue eyes widen for just a moment, taking in such a...such a...
Perfect response to his line, face erupting in a radiant glow, laughter escapin his lungs and throwing his arms around the boy as that face buries into his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of Tenma's cheeks, he can feel the boy's slight embarrassment over such a line. But if you asked Taiyou for his true, honest opinion?
There was not a better line that could be spoken by Tenma. It was perfect.]
[Feeling Taiyou embrace him, Tenma raises his arms to snake them around him, too, shy about the gesture but still confident that this is something he absolutely wants and loves to do. His face is burning, and it's close to the sensation of having been in the sun too long without reapplying sunscreen. Any moment with Taiyou is like that.
He snuggles into him, the gesture reminiscent of the child that he actually is, but with the unmistakable intimacy of a-- a lover(?), he thinks determinedly to himself. (Or so he says, then quickly corrects it to say "boyfriend," because "lover" sounded a lot more high-level than he thinks he's ready for; that's more of a Tsurugi and Shindou thing, he thinks.)]
Good, you better! Because it's weird... to think about Taiyou with a cavity.
[Taiyou's disposition is as bright as the star he was named after, arms clinging happily to the boy and burying his face into that mess of hair that always looked both windswept and like wings ready to catch that very same wind. He could smell the boy's shampoo--refreshing and light and so very Tenma... His own hold is not unlike a child either, looping his arms around the boy's shoulder and burying him in the presence of the boy he'd finally got to date.
His boyfriend--boyfriend!--that he'd admired from afar, played his very soul for, and won.]
Where was Tenma when Fuyuka-san would chase me around the hospital to get me to use the nasty hospital toothpaste...
[He laughs, pressing his cheek against that shoulder in return.]
[He didn't mind the smell of the hospital so much, back when that was where he'd meet with Taiyou -- he'd recognized it as the smell of the location and not the boy himself, knowing that once he got to meet him outside the walls, he'd know his true scent.
Buried against Taiyou's shoulder, Tenma closes his eyes against the sweet smell of the sun and grass, listening to the sound of his laughter. He could stay like this forever, but at the same time he would probably burst with too much happiness if he stayed here too long.]
You won't have any excuses now. You have to brush your teeth every day and night.
[If Taiyou could compare this feeling to anything, it would be laying on the grass underneath the sun, a soccerfield with the goddess of victory smiling down on him...the heavens themselves blessing him with the happiness of just breathing fresh air.
He'd never felt more healthy, more alive.
And he'd do anything to keep it that way, even brushing his teeth every day and night.]
I promise, I promise! Every day and every night, but only if you promise to kiss me just like you did.
[A shift of Tenma's head against Taiyou's shoulder, a sigh, and Tenma pulls back to look at him again. He's red all the way from the tips of his ears down to where his neck disappears into his shirt collar, but he looks at him straight in the eyes again, determined but also hopeful.]
... 'Course I'll kiss you, Taiyou. And you'll kiss me too, right?
[He loved that part of Tenma the most. How strong he sounded, but without the raw force or masculinity that someone like Tsurugi had. He loved the way his voice rode on the wind, lighthearted and hopeful. He loved those blue eyes, not as bright as his own, but sparkling with energy that in turn fueled his own.
Tenma's answer is met with a quick, teasing kiss to his forehead, before arms pull him close in a giggly embrace.]
[With Taiyou's arms wrapped closely around him again Tenma can't escape or pull back and see his face, but just it's clear how smiley Taiyou is from the sound of his voice, Tenma's voice, too, is just as readable. The thoughtful hum takes on a newly confident tone, the sort that he has during matches when he finally, truly, clicks into his captain mode. The grin in his voice is much more of a smirk as Tenma's arms around Taiyou become something strong.]
I guess if I kiss you, you'll have no choice but to kiss me anyway, so it'll work out in the end.
[That confident tone was new, something Taiyou doesn't remember Tenma having before he'd left for the FFI. The experience as captain for the whole country must have left a significant impact on him. Turned him into the captain he and Shindou had always known he'd been when they were both stepping in for him. To Taiyou, Tenma was always the true captain. He just needed to let him grow into it on his own time.
Not shoved, not thrust with responsibility he couldn't handle. The boy would never be left in the dark as long as he was here. That's what the sun was for.]
I like the way you think. You're going to be asking me to stop if you let me run completely loose!
[His head ducks down to brush his nose gently against Tenma's, his laughter escaping once more.]
[For all his obliviousness about kisses before, and his shyness in approaching it initially, the more he spends with Taiyou like this, the more his confidence increases. At an alarming speed, too, building up in minutes, some instinct in his heart and body and soul telling him exactly how he wants to be with Taiyou now that the first hint has been given.
Their noses brush, but Tenma seals the last notes of that laugh with another kiss. Their chins bumps a little, but their lips meet successfully. It makes him giddy -- it's fun, and he wants to keep doing it, feeling Taiyou's warmth and softness, tasting his sweetness...]
Me, asking you to stop?
[He returns a light laugh of his own as he nuzzles into Taiyou's shoulder where he'd dropped his head.]
[Tenma's kisses were soon becoming somewhat addicting, each time they touched he couldn't help but feel his lips spread into a smile, a knowing one that seemed to light up his whole face like the sun itself. Each breath was freeing, lungs filling with air and lifting him.
It was here that he'd found exactly how Tenma made him feel. It wasn't just happy or giggly (although they were certainly part of it).
He felt alive.
The sun and the wind, together making a refreshing summer day, warm enough to bask in the sunlight, but the wind blowing through your hair to keep you cool enough to enjoy it's glow.]
Mmm...I don't think so...
[His hands go to Tenma's jawline, tilting that head up just so their eyes can meet, before Taiyou starts planting small, peppered kisses in random places from his nose to his cheek to his lips. Each one chaste and fleeting, but surrounded by laughter after each one.]
[Taiyou's hands ghost over his skin before they press against his face, and Tenma shakes with the shivers that go down his spine. It's not a reaction out of fear or dislike; excitement, anticipation, and contentment bubble somewhere in his belly, and when Tenma responds to Taiyou's touches with little gasps and more of those shivers it's all because of those feelings, filling him up and fizzing inside.
A different sort of joy from what soccer brought.
Tenma's eyes flutter closed as more of Taiyou's kisses rain down on him, little droplets like light seeping through the leaves on a tree. His laughter is like the song of birds that fly through the sky. Despite his determined declaration earlier Tenma's cheeks flush almost bashfully at every touch, as his hands come up to rest at the front of Taiyou's shirt, over his chest. They hover, then slip up higher so his arms wrap around his neck.]
[With Tenma's weight shifting against his, arms sliding around his shoulders and face burying into his hands, it was easy to tilt back, to let their body weight sink them down onto the bed.
They land with a -thump!-, albeit a gentle one, as Taiyou lets out a happy sigh.]
If Tenma's promising that...then I'll have to run even faster.
[A hand threads through Tenma's hair, watching his fingers pull apart where the 'wing' stuck out of his hair, and then softly reshaping it to how it was.]
[Tenma lets Taiyou fall, falling forward as he sinks back, but he's careful not to crush him. He lands on knees and elbows with his torso bent down as not to pull completely away, face inches away from Taiyou's now.]
There's no use. No matter how fast you run, I'll always catch up.
[He notices how careful Tenma is, how when they fall back, elbows and knees prevent him from pushing his full weight onto him. Tenma would be that careful, he muses, not matter how confident he felt that he could support the boy's weight. It was what made Tenma so endearing...the one he had always devoted himself to from the moment they met.
He'd been this way on the soccer field too, now that he thinks about it.
Look at him, always causing trouble for his boyfriend.
Fingers continue to thread through his hair, cradling Tenma's face in his arms as he smiles, eyes filled with nothing less than adoration.]
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[He smiles. Really, it was endearing how Tenma was actively trying to do things 'right'. But honestly, Taiyou could not have stated it any more honestly. To him, just being with Tenma was happiness enough. He was healthy, he was regularly getting the OK from his doctors that he could play soccer, his therapists had noticed a change in his mood...
He never speficied it was love that had cured him, but it sure did feel that way, and being around Tenma was like rolling in a field of flowers. What could top that?
...
But it's when Tenma actively shoves his head between his face and that magazine that an idea sparks in his head, blue eye glittering right back into Tenma's.]
What do I want to do?
Hmm...[Alright, Tenma wins, as he folds closed that magazine and sets it to the side.]
Well, there is one thing I've wanted to do for a long time....Ever since I met you.
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[Taiyou Amemiya, with his name, hair, the brightness of his personality and even his keshin, is truly like the sun. Tenma knew it was cliché and frankly uncreative, but he loved describing the boy as such. Taiyou warmed him up like the sun's rays on his skin, energized him like no other.
But there are times when Tenma Matsukaze seems to personify that shining brightness in the sky more, and this is one of them. His blue-grey eyes widen, the almost-anxious look on his face fading to be replaced by a smile that splits his round face. He's bright -- blinding, almost -- as he grasps Taiyou's hands, now freed from his magazine, and leans in closer to him out of his eagerness.]
Tell me, Taiyou! Let's do it! I'll -- I'll do my best!
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With Tenma's insistence, he doesn't waste any time.
His lips close the distance between them, holding his hands tenderly as his lips do the same, brushing across Tenma's own with chaste curiosity. From the day he'd met Tenma he'd always wanted to kiss him, it was true. There was something about that boy and the way he'd instilled something in his heart...something that made him nearly cement his residence in the hospital just to play soccer against him. Love was too broad a term--too generic.
Tenma was never, ever generic.
His lips were sweet like fresh strawberries, cool and soft and everything Taiyou had imagined they'd be when he sat in his hospital bed, waiting to hear any news from Fuyuka about Holy Road. Wondering if Tenma would wander into the hospital once more so they could meet in the courtyard so he could plant this very kiss on his lips.
The wait was worth it, and as he pulls away, one of his hands lets go of Tenma's own, index finger extending and placing itself just over his boyfriend's lips.
Giving a soft wink.]
That.
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When Taiyou's lips brush against his, he momentarily feels like he's back there, blue sky overhead, blue waves crashing lazily over the white sand, and the sun shining brightly above. Taiyou's breath is as hot as the air there, his skin just like the embrace from nature he grew up loving so much.
It takes his breath away, and Tenma is left stunned and mesmerized after that kiss, lost somewhere between the air-conditioned coolness of the room and the sun-baked warmth of his childhood, anchored in place only by their linked hands.
Taiyou's finger drops on his lip and draws him back into the present. He blinks a couple times, remembering to breathe again just as his heart seems to start beating once more, faster than earlier, drawing a soft flush of red to his cheeks.]
Taiyou... [He really did take his breath away; his voice only comes out as a hushed sigh.] Since we met? Really?
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The question itself only makes his eyes soften even more, bright blue eyes meeting the steely blue of Tenma's own. He remembers that day perfectly--he'd escaped from his hospital room to get some soccer practice in...only to see another boy in that courtyard. A boy who he'd met by literally crashing into. Maybe it was the physical connection they had, or the first words that were spoken to him...but he knew one thing was certain: that his heart fluttered on that day, in that courtyard.]
I had a feeling.
[The same feeling he's getting right now, heart feeling like it's about to burst out of his chest from the adrenaline of the kiss.]
Back at the hospital, I just had a feeling. That I had to see you again, play soccer with you. I didn't know what else at the time, but you made me happier than I'd felt in ages.
That feeling is what I'm feeling now. [His gaze turns up a little, turning to the window.]
So I think I truly wanted to kiss you since we've met.
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When Taiyou's gaze flickers up to the window it gives him room to breathe, and he huffs out a sigh, softly, closing his eyes to collect his thoughts and think about the kiss. Soft, warm, sunlike.]
... You're amazing, Taiyou, [he manages to say after a few quiet seconds, still feeling breathless.] You always know what you want.
Um, can I try it next?
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He wanted to play soccer, so he snuck out of the hospital to do just that. He wanted to play soccer against Tenma in Holy Road, so he played until his heart was literally about to burst through his chest. He wanted to kiss Tenma, and he did so without hesitation.
There was nothing to be shy about. His feelings were more than clear to the boy, and it warms his heart even more to see him so flustered about it.]
When you feel something strong enough, there's no hesitation. You reach out, touch the sky, and fly.
[Tenma's request gets a delighted little hum, eyes closing for just a moment.]
I'd love that.
[His neck cranes forward, eyes still closed and ready to accept.]
But you'll have to be quick, Tenma. I might end up kissing you again.
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[He responds with the same quickness he reacts to someone trying to steal the ball from him. Tenma's eyes open to the size of saucers in alarm and his hands shoot forward, soft, warm palms pressing to Taiyou's paler cheeks, gently but firmly holding him in place. No, it's his turn!
Taiyou's face feels almost cool to the touch because of how warm he is. The thought makes him feel even warmer as he swallows thickly to hold back his nervousness. It's not that the kiss itself is embarrassing. It's not that he's daunted by this new intimacy. But he wants to do it right. He wants to give Taiyou the same giddy feeling his kiss gave him.
He kind of sort of remembers Aoi squealing about something like this with her girl friends once upon a time, and he does his best to drag out those memories, fishing for as much information as he can, trying to remember how Taiyou did it. There's a quiet, hushed, "Here I go," under his breath before he leans in to meet his boyfriend halfway, Tenma's breath a hot gasp of nerves against Taiyou's cheek before their lips press together. It's slower and more lingering than the first, if only because of how careful Tenma is being not to rush in and bump their noses, Tenma's slightly parted ones fitting closely against the other boy's.]
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His smile curls a little more at his 'Here I go', heart skipping a beat as his eyes close.
Not that the boy has anything to worry about in terms off performance. The moment lips press to his own, the sweetness from the kiss returns, wondering if Tenma's lips were naturally as sweet as sugar or if it had just been from the juice. He sinks into the kiss, feeling his lips glide across Tenma's so smooothly, so naturally. Had the boy any doubts about their relationship, as budding as it was, it was all silenced in that kiss. He'd never felt more sure of something than right now, and with how it lingers, how he could easily keep this up for as long as their breath allows...
He truly felt he could outshine the sun.
He's not sure how long it lasts, or even if he wants to stop. But even with gentle kisses like this, air is still a function the body needs to survive. So he'll lift his lips, not moving more than an inch or two from Tenma's face as he lets out the most relaxed, happiest sigh.]
Like candy, Tenma. You're going to give me cavities with kisses like that.
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Those eyes right now are slightly out of focus, dazed, as Taiyou pulls away. He feels lightheaded; it wasn't a very long kiss, but it feels like he used up oxygen faster than ever before, and he's out of breath. He can't just sigh so softly as Taiyou had, and he feels like he might've just run a race.
Like candy, he says. Stupid, Tenma thinks. Those words a lot more sweeter than anything he could give.]
If you-- if you brush your teeth, it'll be fine. [That was a dumb response. Was he attempting to be poetic like Tsurugi? If he was, it sure came out sounding stupid, and Tenma feels his cheeks burn. He quickly hides them -- by dropping his head onto Taiyou's shoulder and burying his face against it.]
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It was much different than the soccer match against Raimon.
His heart was beating because it wanted to beat, it wanted to live and experience more of what Matsukaze Tenma could give to him.
...
That line sinks in, and his blue eyes widen for just a moment, taking in such a...such a...
Perfect response to his line, face erupting in a radiant glow, laughter escapin his lungs and throwing his arms around the boy as that face buries into his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of Tenma's cheeks, he can feel the boy's slight embarrassment over such a line. But if you asked Taiyou for his true, honest opinion?
There was not a better line that could be spoken by Tenma. It was perfect.]
I'll brush every day, Tenma! I promise!
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[Feeling Taiyou embrace him, Tenma raises his arms to snake them around him, too, shy about the gesture but still confident that this is something he absolutely wants and loves to do. His face is burning, and it's close to the sensation of having been in the sun too long without reapplying sunscreen. Any moment with Taiyou is like that.
He snuggles into him, the gesture reminiscent of the child that he actually is, but with the unmistakable intimacy of a-- a lover(?), he thinks determinedly to himself. (Or so he says, then quickly corrects it to say "boyfriend," because "lover" sounded a lot more high-level than he thinks he's ready for; that's more of a Tsurugi and Shindou thing, he thinks.)]
Good, you better! Because it's weird... to think about Taiyou with a cavity.
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His boyfriend--boyfriend!--that he'd admired from afar, played his very soul for, and won.]
Where was Tenma when Fuyuka-san would chase me around the hospital to get me to use the nasty hospital toothpaste...
[He laughs, pressing his cheek against that shoulder in return.]
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Buried against Taiyou's shoulder, Tenma closes his eyes against the sweet smell of the sun and grass, listening to the sound of his laughter. He could stay like this forever, but at the same time he would probably burst with too much happiness if he stayed here too long.]
You won't have any excuses now. You have to brush your teeth every day and night.
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He'd never felt more healthy, more alive.
And he'd do anything to keep it that way, even brushing his teeth every day and night.]
I promise, I promise! Every day and every night, but only if you promise to kiss me just like you did.
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... 'Course I'll kiss you, Taiyou. And you'll kiss me too, right?
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Tenma's answer is met with a quick, teasing kiss to his forehead, before arms pull him close in a giggly embrace.]
What do you think, Tenma?
[Give an inch, boy, and he'll take a mile.]
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[With Taiyou's arms wrapped closely around him again Tenma can't escape or pull back and see his face, but just it's clear how smiley Taiyou is from the sound of his voice, Tenma's voice, too, is just as readable. The thoughtful hum takes on a newly confident tone, the sort that he has during matches when he finally, truly, clicks into his captain mode. The grin in his voice is much more of a smirk as Tenma's arms around Taiyou become something strong.]
I guess if I kiss you, you'll have no choice but to kiss me anyway, so it'll work out in the end.
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Not shoved, not thrust with responsibility he couldn't handle. The boy would never be left in the dark as long as he was here. That's what the sun was for.]
I like the way you think. You're going to be asking me to stop if you let me run completely loose!
[His head ducks down to brush his nose gently against Tenma's, his laughter escaping once more.]
I'd have to brush three times a day!
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Their noses brush, but Tenma seals the last notes of that laugh with another kiss. Their chins bumps a little, but their lips meet successfully. It makes him giddy -- it's fun, and he wants to keep doing it, feeling Taiyou's warmth and softness, tasting his sweetness...]
Me, asking you to stop?
[He returns a light laugh of his own as he nuzzles into Taiyou's shoulder where he'd dropped his head.]
I'll catch up with you easily.
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It was here that he'd found exactly how Tenma made him feel. It wasn't just happy or giggly (although they were certainly part of it).
He felt alive.
The sun and the wind, together making a refreshing summer day, warm enough to bask in the sunlight, but the wind blowing through your hair to keep you cool enough to enjoy it's glow.]
Mmm...I don't think so...
[His hands go to Tenma's jawline, tilting that head up just so their eyes can meet, before Taiyou starts planting small, peppered kisses in random places from his nose to his cheek to his lips. Each one chaste and fleeting, but surrounded by laughter after each one.]
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A different sort of joy from what soccer brought.
Tenma's eyes flutter closed as more of Taiyou's kisses rain down on him, little droplets like light seeping through the leaves on a tree. His laughter is like the song of birds that fly through the sky. Despite his determined declaration earlier Tenma's cheeks flush almost bashfully at every touch, as his hands come up to rest at the front of Taiyou's shirt, over his chest. They hover, then slip up higher so his arms wrap around his neck.]
E-easily. I promise.
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They land with a -thump!-, albeit a gentle one, as Taiyou lets out a happy sigh.]
If Tenma's promising that...then I'll have to run even faster.
[A hand threads through Tenma's hair, watching his fingers pull apart where the 'wing' stuck out of his hair, and then softly reshaping it to how it was.]
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[Tenma lets Taiyou fall, falling forward as he sinks back, but he's careful not to crush him. He lands on knees and elbows with his torso bent down as not to pull completely away, face inches away from Taiyou's now.]
There's no use. No matter how fast you run, I'll always catch up.
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He'd been this way on the soccer field too, now that he thinks about it.
Look at him, always causing trouble for his boyfriend.
Fingers continue to thread through his hair, cradling Tenma's face in his arms as he smiles, eyes filled with nothing less than adoration.]
Good, it wouldn't be any fun if I were alone...
You're what make pushing myself worth it.
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