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[Tsurugi Kyousuke was lucky they'd already taken to lying on Shindou's bed. Because with every touch of their lips, every breath Shindou took that he could feel against his cheek, every rise and fall of his chest that he could feel against his own...he could sense the numbness of his legs. How they seemed to become jelly whenever Shindou spoke of him so tenderly, so lovingly.
It's funny, when he'd originally woken Shindou's fighting spirit, it wasn't with the intention to make him stronger. Tsurugi was gentle at heart, but at that point in time, he'd had to play a much different role. He'd originally intended to break Shindou down until the pieces couldn't be recognized. Maybe he'd underestimated the strength of the boy at the time, but now...it was all too obvious just by looking at him that his strength was something that shown brighter with each passing day.
God's Baton was not misgiven. He truly was meant to guide others with his own strength.
Their lips connect once more, and Tsurugi's own lean forward to meet them eagerly. It lingers a few moments, but just quick enough for it to be chaste and fleeting, as Shindou speaks again.
The words he loved hearing the most, and the ones that grip his heart so tightly that he feels it could burst. With a nuzzle into the top of Shindou's head, he pulls him closer once more, inhaling deeper than he'd thought his lungs could handle, exhaling and closing his eyes with the most satisfying sigh.]
[This close, he can hear the air enter and leave Tsurugi's lungs. Faintly, he can hear Tsurugi's heart beating. His soft voice, his warm embrace, those words of love -- once again, Shindou wonders if it's all right for one person to feel so much happiness. He'd always been surrounded by people who loved him, and for that he was so grateful, but right now, with this one person, he feels an amount of joy he had never felt before in his life.
To be able to stay like this with him, forever, would be such a wonderful thing.
His eyes drift closed as well, sleepiness catching hold of him again. He snuggles into Tsurugi's chest, sighing when every breath brings with it Tsurugi's smell. This was his favorite place to be.]
Tomorrow, [he says, his voice already a little slurred from the sleepiness trying to take hold of him. Feeling so safe in Tsurugi's arms, it was hard to fight the call of sleep now.] Tomorrow, when we go to the shrine with the others, I'd like to hold your hand.
[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.]
[Tsurugi's fingers, dryer and cooler than his own, already answer to his request and take his hand. With his eyes closed he relies on just touch and sound to follow his motions, shivering slightly at the hand that brushes over his back and arm, smiling when he feels the warmth of his boyfriend's breath and lips.
His own fingers curl -- interlacing, weaving together -- as he lets out a laugh like a giggle, nodding happily at Tsurugi's declaration.]
Me neither.
[Tomorrow, they'll leave this room together and meet up with the others. They'll hold hands. They could -- they would tell their friends, and he's sure they'll accept and even celebrate for them that their relationship had come this far. Most of them probably know already -- not much gets past Kirino, at least.
He loves Tsurugi Kyousuke, and this year, he thinks he wants the world to know.]
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It's funny, when he'd originally woken Shindou's fighting spirit, it wasn't with the intention to make him stronger. Tsurugi was gentle at heart, but at that point in time, he'd had to play a much different role. He'd originally intended to break Shindou down until the pieces couldn't be recognized. Maybe he'd underestimated the strength of the boy at the time, but now...it was all too obvious just by looking at him that his strength was something that shown brighter with each passing day.
God's Baton was not misgiven. He truly was meant to guide others with his own strength.
Their lips connect once more, and Tsurugi's own lean forward to meet them eagerly. It lingers a few moments, but just quick enough for it to be chaste and fleeting, as Shindou speaks again.
The words he loved hearing the most, and the ones that grip his heart so tightly that he feels it could burst. With a nuzzle into the top of Shindou's head, he pulls him closer once more, inhaling deeper than he'd thought his lungs could handle, exhaling and closing his eyes with the most satisfying sigh.]
I love you too, Takuto.
I love you, too.
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To be able to stay like this with him, forever, would be such a wonderful thing.
His eyes drift closed as well, sleepiness catching hold of him again. He snuggles into Tsurugi's chest, sighing when every breath brings with it Tsurugi's smell. This was his favorite place to be.]
Tomorrow, [he says, his voice already a little slurred from the sleepiness trying to take hold of him. Feeling so safe in Tsurugi's arms, it was hard to fight the call of sleep now.] Tomorrow, when we go to the shrine with the others, I'd like to hold your hand.
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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.
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His own fingers curl -- interlacing, weaving together -- as he lets out a laugh like a giggle, nodding happily at Tsurugi's declaration.]
Me neither.
[Tomorrow, they'll leave this room together and meet up with the others. They'll hold hands. They could -- they would tell their friends, and he's sure they'll accept and even celebrate for them that their relationship had come this far. Most of them probably know already -- not much gets past Kirino, at least.
He loves Tsurugi Kyousuke, and this year, he thinks he wants the world to know.]