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[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.]
... Yeah, and you motivate me to push forward, too.
[Tenma's eyes close for a brief moment, just enjoying the feeling of those fingers through his hair. This feels right. This does feel like something special, a nice addition to the already-special feeling that this relationship had. He breathes out, slowly, and they're so close right now that that small sigh would brush against Taiyou's cheek, too.]
I'll always catch up. And as long as I can reach you, I'll stop you again before you push too hard -- so you don't have to worry or be scared like you were in China.
[Still supporting himself with his knees and one elbow, Tenma raises his right arm, bringing the hand to his own chest, over his heart. He curls his fingers in the fabric of his shirt there before he moves his hand again, this time pressing the palm over Taiyou's chest. Right over his heart.]
[And that was what a perfect relationship should be, in Taiyou's eyes. Someone who can push you further, and someone who will always try to keep pace with you. Someone who smiled at you like you were the sun, whether you were named after it or not.
His eyes close, feeling Tenma's soft breath against his cheeks, committing it to memory before feeling a soft tug on his shirt. Eyes cast down curiously, seeing Tenma's hand placed just over his heart. Something that had plagued him his whole life, constantly trying to keep up with his spirit, and often times sent him to the hospital. It was Tenma who he had pushed his hardest for, and in the end, almost lost everything.
It was worth it at the time...
But he wanted to play soccer with Tenma forever.
So hearing those words, he smiles, leaning his face up to brush against Tenma's nose in a soft eskimo kiss.]
More than fair. Watch over me, Tenma...I'll never be afraid if you're there.
[Tenma didn't truly understand the dangers of the game that time. He was so desperate to win, and Taiyou smiled so brightly that he was blinded to the severity of his illness. He would be fine, he somehow thought, and he didn't doubt the strength with which Taiyou ran across the field.
Probably exactly what the boy wanted at the time, he's sure.
But right now, things was different. Taiyou was more cautious about his own body, and Tenma was more aware of everything. He knew Taiyou wouldn't play so recklessly ever again, and he knew that if Taiyou needed to push himself, he would be there to stop him or catch him. That was his role. And if that would help his most important person not be afraid... who could ever ask for a better role in his life than that?
His eyes narrow happily at the brush of Taiyou's nose against him, and he pulls up his recently-gained knowledge about "couple-y things" to dip his head even closer and press their lips together, his hand on Taiyou's chest pressing down more, fingers curling over his shoulder.]
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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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[Tenma's eyes close for a brief moment, just enjoying the feeling of those fingers through his hair. This feels right. This does feel like something special, a nice addition to the already-special feeling that this relationship had. He breathes out, slowly, and they're so close right now that that small sigh would brush against Taiyou's cheek, too.]
I'll always catch up. And as long as I can reach you, I'll stop you again before you push too hard -- so you don't have to worry or be scared like you were in China.
[Still supporting himself with his knees and one elbow, Tenma raises his right arm, bringing the hand to his own chest, over his heart. He curls his fingers in the fabric of his shirt there before he moves his hand again, this time pressing the palm over Taiyou's chest. Right over his heart.]
That's fair, right?
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His eyes close, feeling Tenma's soft breath against his cheeks, committing it to memory before feeling a soft tug on his shirt. Eyes cast down curiously, seeing Tenma's hand placed just over his heart. Something that had plagued him his whole life, constantly trying to keep up with his spirit, and often times sent him to the hospital. It was Tenma who he had pushed his hardest for, and in the end, almost lost everything.
It was worth it at the time...
But he wanted to play soccer with Tenma forever.
So hearing those words, he smiles, leaning his face up to brush against Tenma's nose in a soft eskimo kiss.]
More than fair. Watch over me, Tenma...I'll never be afraid if you're there.
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[Tenma didn't truly understand the dangers of the game that time. He was so desperate to win, and Taiyou smiled so brightly that he was blinded to the severity of his illness. He would be fine, he somehow thought, and he didn't doubt the strength with which Taiyou ran across the field.
Probably exactly what the boy wanted at the time, he's sure.
But right now, things was different. Taiyou was more cautious about his own body, and Tenma was more aware of everything. He knew Taiyou wouldn't play so recklessly ever again, and he knew that if Taiyou needed to push himself, he would be there to stop him or catch him. That was his role. And if that would help his most important person not be afraid... who could ever ask for a better role in his life than that?
His eyes narrow happily at the brush of Taiyou's nose against him, and he pulls up his recently-gained knowledge about "couple-y things" to dip his head even closer and press their lips together, his hand on Taiyou's chest pressing down more, fingers curling over his shoulder.]