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[It's just a kiss. Only a kiss. It's a kiss with Tsurugi, the person he's most comfortable with out of anybody he knows. Somebody he thinks about all the time and wants to get closer to, that he wants stay with and have so many memories of (with), and this is another step toward that. Another step for them to take together.
Only a kiss, but as he slowly drops his eyelids and his view of Tsurugi's face grows narrower, he's suddenly aware of everything else. His quickened heartbeat, how fast -- how loud! -- his breath sounds, and the feel of Tsurugi's breath brushing over his lips as they draw closer. He catches the scent of Tsurugi's shampoo, the smell of what must be his home that lingers on his purple uniform, and his ears fill with the sound of the other's breathing. It's supposed to be a quiet, soundproofed room, but it suddenly feels like there's a cacophony. He could feel his hands growing warm and sweaty, and he hopes it doesn't feel gross to Tsurugi where they rest over his waist and hand.
By now he can feel the warmth of Tsurugi's skin emanating from him. They're so close, ready to touch. The nervousness and embarrassment is nearly overwhelming despite how much he tells himself to get it together, but if they've come this far, there's only going forward! He's about to scrounge up the rest of his courage and close that distance, take the lead because he should as the elder when--
Knock knock knock!
The maid who he'd forgotten was bringing them their tea and snack knocks on the door of his room, and Shindou pulls away from Tsurugi like he'd been zapped, round eyes opened wider than ever before and his face flushed a pink that'll make his best friend's hair jealous.]
[He had in no way prepared for this. Shindou had asked if he wanted to kiss him, and he'd said yes, but he'd never really thought about how this worked. Or just exactly how much his body trembled from his own heartbeat at the thought of kissing the boy he'd only just started dating. His stomach was tied in knots, each swallow was hard and created a lump in his throat he hoped would go away on its own.
They were so close. He could feel Shindou's shaky breath against his lips, warm and inviting. And he would have sealed it there, too, his face leaning forward just a fraction more, the edges of their lips just an inch from touching...
Knock knock knock!
Tsurugi may as well have been electrified by the way he leaps, scooting practically to the other end of the couch in a millisecond, his eyes wide contracted just like a startled wild animal. The sound was so sudden, and he'd been nervous about this whole ordeal to start... His face was flushed a light pink, that hand clamping over his mouth again to turn away as he hears the maid behind the door request for Shindou.
He'll just be over here, trying to collect himself.]
[Shindou barely hears the maid calling for him over the thundering of his heartbeat. He's no Amemiya, but he's sure his heart is going to burst out of his chest. This is the end of it. This is as far as he goes. What does he even do now--
Takuto-sama? the maid calls again, and this time it finally snaps him out of it.]
I-I-- just a second!
[He almost stumbles and falls on his way across the room (he definitely hits his little toe against the coffee table), and he's less than composed when he opens the door. The maid voices her concern for a second at his flushed cheeks, but he quickly assures her that nothing is wrong everything is all right no he doesn't have a fever he was just laughing at something funny! She still looks a little uncertain when she leaves, but when the door closes behind her Shindou sighs with relief that she didn't raise the alarm that the young master had gotten a fever. A mess that would have been...
He shuffles back to the table and the couch where Tsurugi is, setting down the tray and kneeling on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.]
[Tsurugi thanks his stars that Shindou was the one to answer the door, that Shindou was the one who could put on the act and not flounder at an excuse of why his cheeks were suddenly flushed pink, or why it looked like he was completely out of breath when there was no reason to be. Tsurugi, naturally, could play the part of indifference, closing his eyes and turning his head to look out the window, giving the impression that he was just awkward around people in general instead of being caught...
Almost kissing.
He can feel his cheeks reddening again as his eyes close, hoping that the maid would be satisfied with the answer Shindou gave her, despite her worries. She was, in the end, although he can't help but catch her apprehension on the way out. Here's hoping that she only took it as surprise and not something worse...
With the door shut, Tsurugi stiffens up once more, turning to face Shindou as he places that tray down. Where do they even pick up? Was their chance just over now? Did he mess up by not going for it quick enough? Or was it more of a lifesaver that they hadn't kissed just then? Who knows what would've happened if the maid had gotten curious and walked in to see why the young master of the house hadn't answered when called out to...
So many variables going through his head, and yet so few words actually come out.]
I-It's alright.
[A shuffle of his fingers, the tips pressing against each other as his elbows rest on his knees]
Did you...? [His eyes search Shindou, the question sinking into the pits of his throat and drowning there.
Want to try again? That was what he wanted to finish the sentence with.]
[Shindou takes this chance to fully collect himself now, taking the tea cups off the tray, placing one neatly (quietly, without even a clink) in front of Tsurugi, moving the plate of cookies nearby it. The tea is poured just as quietly -- gracefully, a practiced motion -- before Shindou places the teapot back on the tray, taking a slow, deep breath with his hands now in his lap.
It's okay. The maid probably didn't believe him completely, but she won't show back up to question them. That, he knew. That was how things worked in this household, and he couldn't be more grateful for it than in this moment. The snacks have been delivered. He told them they were studying. Unless something incredibly dire comes up, they shouldn't get interrupted again.
It'll be okay.]
Tsuru-- [He speaks up at exactly the same time as Tsurugi does, their voices overlapping briefly before he cuts himself off. Their eyes meet, and one look at those golden eyes let him know that if he wants to hear the rest of that question, he'd probably have to say his first. So he gets up again, back on his feet, moving back to the couch and sitting down next to him once more.]
[Pouring that tea with such elegance, the way his hair falls and curtains it from view for just a moment, wondering just how soft it'd be if he ran his fingers through it...Tea was the last thing on Tsurugi's mind right now, the snacks going by unnoticed as he keeps his eyes on the boy in front of him.
The snacks had been delivered. Shindou told them they were studying. It'd be okay.
At least, that's what he tells himself as Shindou sits down beside him, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks once more as he wonders where this conversation's going to go from here.]
I--
[And then the question is asked, pink flooding Tsurugi's face as he nods just a little too quickly, eyes wide and alert and hair completely on end. He'd wanted nothing more in the past few minutes, honestly, as nervous as he was. He wanted to feel those soft lips against his own that he was just an inch from just moments ago.]
Yes. I'd like to uphold that promise.
[His hands reaching for Shindou's and nervously slipping his fingers underneath to hold them in his own, calloused fingers rubbing against Shindou's much softer, much warmer ones.]
[He sucks in his breath at the contact, brown eyes widening. A tingling spreads from his fingers up his arms, through his shoulders and up and down his spine, and he feels like his hair is standing on end. He feels like every breath he takes is deafeningly loud, echoing through the spacious room. He can't help but have his attention drawn toward Tsurugi's thin, pale, slightly parted lips, the desire to kiss it, after how close they got seconds ago...
He smiles at him, scooting closer and leaning in to bring his body toward him again. His eyelids are already, slowly, falling closed.]
[Shindou's close proximity is breathtaking, feeling a lump in his throat the moment he speaks, the moment those big brown eyes return to him. Everything about him was so round and soft, from his skin to his eyes to his hair...and Tsurugi has to hold himself back from wanting to bury his face into this boy.
He's never felt so lucky in his entire life.
His head moves instinctively closer when Shindou requests, their faces only inches apart. He can feel the boy's warmth, an intoxicating pull drawing their lips together. He wants to kiss them, wondering if they're as soft as the rest of Shindou.
It wouldn't take any effort at all.
His eyelids lower as well, head tilting in a way to accommodate for Shindou's own, leaning forward to try once more. It's just a kiss.
[He feels Tsurugi's hair brush against his cheek before anything else, but it's a brief warning before the rest of the boy catches up and he feels his breath hit his lips again, letting him know they were almost there. This time, there would be no interruptions. Nothing to get in their way, nothing to stop them.
He can count every eyelash that flutters against the other's cheeks, see the thick blue strands of hair that fall across his brows. He can smell the sun and the grass and a little bit of sweat from practice earlier, but mostly he smells that undeniably Tsurugi smell, something he's sure he'll recognize if there's every a day he'll visit his home.
He curls his fingers a little tighter around Tsurugi's as he fully closes his eyes and lets their lips finally meet, his own soft ones pressing against his.]
[He had always heard it'd be like fireworks. That when you kiss someone and you knew they were the one, it would be an explosion of sensation and colour. His eyes are closed when their lips touch, his rough, chapped lips brushing against Shindou's soft ones, tasting the lip gloss almost immediately. Colours dance across his eyelids as his hair stands on end, his body numb from the sensation, letting it soak into every fiber of his being and making sure he remembers every second of this moment. He was kissing Shindou, and he'd never felt more alive in his entire life.
It was soft, curious, and careful, both of them unsure how far they should go. Was just the touch enough? It felt like it to Tsurugi, who'd never kissed before. Their faces didn't collide--their noses didn't bump against each other. As far as kisses go, Tsurugi felt this was perfect.
As perfect as the boy in front of him.
He smiles into the kiss, a sort of bubbly giddiness building in his stomach that betrayed his usual stoic personality. Shindou's lips were like sugar, sweet and soft...marshmallowy if he wanted to compare it. He had nothing else to really compare TO, now that he thinks about it. He could spend his entire day just letting those lips glide across his, the sensation against his much rougher ones like warm vanilla.
Time seems to stop in the moment, and what felt like minutes was in actuality only seconds. When air becomes short, his lips lift from Shindou's own, warm breath exhaling and giving a sigh of satisfaction. Tsurugi didn't often verbally express his emotions often, but his face always said it all.
He was truly, truly happy.]
Shindou-san...
[What does he even say? He's practically breathless.]
[A spark, he remembers his mother saying to him dreamily, once upon a time, when he was younger and smaller and could fit on her lap as she rocked back and forth on a seat in the main sitting room while his father cleared his throat and got out of his seat, muttering something about paperwork that still needed to be looked through. Like starburst, he recalls a red-haired brother-figure of his telling him with a blush to his pale cheeks while his blue-haired wife turned her head away in embarrassment.
As Shindou feels Tsurugi's lips against his own, he feels that both of them were correct, and also that the experience must be different for each person. For him, musical as his life had always been, he sees the colors across his eyelids too bus mostly he hears a suddenly explosion of sound sing in his ears. It's the most beautiful melody he's ever heard, and it leaves him wanting to hear it more. A symphony... a new note in the duet that was his and Tsurugi's. It was fitting, and perfect, and when he feels the curl of Tsurugi's smile into the kiss his heart skips a beat, hopeful that the other was sharing the same joy that he did in this moment.
His chest feels tight. His fingertips tingle. He feels warmth spread through his body from where they touch as if some of Tsurugi's energy were trickling into him, and that's such a lovely thought that it's almost a shame to pull away. The kiss had left him breathless, a fact he only realizes when they finally part and his lungs are suddenly sucking in the air they previously lacked. His cheeks burn -- he's sure they must be red, too -- and his mind seems to be in a bit of a haze as he turns his gaze up to meet Tsurugi's gaze, those brown eyes reflecting awe, joy, and deep, unshakable love.]
... Kyousuke, [he whispers, his voice a faint sound that hisses out from between his lips as his body continues to suck in air.]
[It's only a whisper, but his chest tightens at the way Shindou says his name, breathless and fond as he can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, turning his pale skin a light pink in return. He finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from those large brown eyes, falling victim to their warmth. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in those eyes for hours, but he knew that the kiss had ended, and there probably should be something said other than just their names.
Their names.
That's right...Shindou had used his first name, hadn't he? They were...they were on something more than just formal, now. It's strange, how long it took him to make that connection.
But if Shindou was calling him Kyousuke, then that meant...]
Takuto. [He corrects himself, head tilting slightly and casting a light smile across his lips.]
Did you like it? [He has a feeling he knows the answer to this one, but he can't help but ask anyway. Something about it made it seem official, after all.]
It felt unlike anything I've ever experienced. The best way I can describe it is...magical.
[Shindou probably has a larger, more advanced vocabulary than most people his age, and especially a boy younger than him who'd only gotten out of elementary school months prior. Middle school was a time when the gap seemed so small yet was so large.
But at the same time, that gap was never as large as they could perceive it to be, and in the end, Shindou Takuto was just as much a young teenager as anybody else, and in a moment like this, when his lips still tingled with the sensation of Tsurugi's against them and his heart still beat almost madly in his chest, magical just truly seemed like the best way to describe what they'd just shared.
He melts at the way Tsurugi tilts his head, the gesture both adorable and handsome in his eyes as he slides a hand forward, fingertips finding Tsurugi's and trailing up the back of his hand, his wrist, his arm -- all the way until he could rest it on his shoulder, weightless but present.]
I feel the same way. It was such a different... it was a new feeling. But it makes me feel happy.
[A sound of affirmation, agreement to what Shindou was saying. Tsurugi was never really all that great at saying out he felt straight out--somehow, the words always caught in his throat. His feelings were always genuine, though, and what he could never say (but only agree to someone ELSE saying), showed more than obvious in his eyes. And the way he stares at Shindou, as if he were a star he could wish on, or a birthday candle he could blow out, he knows it's more than enough.
Eyes close for one moment, relishing in the last remnants of the kiss still lingering on his lips. He swore he could almost taste lipgloss, although that might have been his imagination.
In a slightly bold move, his head leans forward to brush his bangs into the fluffy ones of his partner, foreheads pressed together and noses just barely ghosting over each other. Happy...that was a good way to put it. It'd been a long time since Tsurugi had ever let himself feel anything close to elated, his visits to the hospital to see his brother the only thing that truly made him feel anything similar. But this was lightweight...freeing.]
I'm happy, too.
So you wouldn't object to doing again, huh?
[It's soft, but there's small undertones of Tsurugi's playful 'acting' tone.]
[There's no way to hide the flush of his cheeks or the way his breath is quickened, trying to go back to a normal pace but still catching up with how fast his heart is beating. His eyes flicker to meet the bright yellow of Tsurugi's when he leans in close, surprised but unalarmed, completely trusting, and there's a brief glint that shines in the deep brown as his ears pick up the slightly lower tone of the other's voice.
It's familiar. He recognizes it. At the same time, he knows it's completely safe, and he smiles, the expression a little more mischievous than his usual ones too.]
I'd be disappointed, I'll have you know, if you intended for that to be the only one.
[Tsurugi's brow perks slightly, one raised while the other lowers in amusement at the way Shindou's tone shifts. Some hidden, bubbling confidence that he's only heard a handful of times since he'd come to Raimon, and one that he'd never consider would be reserved just for him. He was no music major, but he can hear the undertones in the boy's voice as they lift, matching his own playful voice as he speaks.
A perfect harmony, that's what Shindou would call it, right?]
I don't want to disappoint you, Takuto.
[Lips meet again before Shindou can even tease back a response, a little more confidence and initiative from him this time as a hand ghosts along that cheek. Shindou's soft skin against his rougher fingers was like silk, and the kiss itself sweeter than honey.
There couldn't ever be just one, he muses silently. It'd be hard enough keeping it to a couple.]
[Shindou's lips had parted to whisper back a response, but the words are stopped by Tsurugi's kiss before he's done taking a breath. His heart skips a beat when they make contact, eyes widening for a moment before they soften and melt completely. Tsurugi's calloused fingers brush against his cheek and Shindou's own raises, fingers hooking into the fabric of the other's shirt as he leans himself in closer, pressing their lips together more. Their kiss is still chaste, but unlike the brief contact of the one before, he wants this one to linger, to memorize the feeling of Tsurugi against him.
"I don't want to disappoint you." As if this man could ever disappoint him. Perhaps it'll be bias... rose-tinted glasses, someone will say, but if it was Tsurugi Kyousuke, he doesn't think he could do anything to make him less fond of him.]
[The second kiss was as sweet as the first, broken in and now used to the tingling feeling dancing across his lips. He can focus on Shindou's now, how soft they felt in comparison to his own, how they seemed to welcome him, letting the kiss hold for a few moments longer than their first one. He can enjoy this, let it sink into his brain so he can commit it to memory.
He never wanted to lose this feeling.
When he lifts for air, his breath is warm and laboured, letting it catch itself as he sidles closer to the boy. His hand, already propping up Shindou's cheek, cradles that face lovingly as he bites his lip, wondering if stealing a third would be asking too much.
Funny, he's still second guessing this when Shindou had already given the confirmation. Ignoring that thought, he pecks another, quick and fleeting on his lips, although keeping their noses touching in case Shindou himself wanted this to go on.]
[There's something thrilling about Tsurugi swooping down for the third kiss without carefully asking for consent. Shindou was willing, of course -- more than willing! -- but Tsurugi, ever since they reconciled, had been considerate to the point of cautious with him, like he were a fragile doll made of precious porcelain.
It was why Shindou had been the one to ask for this, after all, because even if it were something they both wanted, Tsurugi would hesitate to take that first step. Because he had a difficult time chasing his own happiness.
That third kiss is fleeting, but Shindou, not wanting to let go of something he finally received unprompted from Tsurugi, lifts his hands to the other's shoulders -- without the cape today, the fabric of his red shirt gives him a softer impression than the tougher material he usually feels -- to pull him closer, bringing their lips back together.]
[It was a daring move on Tsurugi's part--he'd never been one to be selfish in his decisions, his own demons still clinging on to the very edges of his brain, wondering if this is another thing in his life that's going to crash down should he take a risk. Maybe he was overly cautious, but in no way was that out of any lack of love for Shindou.
He loved him so much it hurt sometimes, and at its core, it's the reason he hesitates.
Not that it matters now. His quick, fleeting kiss--a little toe dip into being naturally assertive in this relationship had set off a spark in Shindou, feeling that hand grip his shirt and pull them closer once more, lips locking in what seems to be a more permanent, lasting kiss. His hands drift up and thread through Shindou's hair, feeling how soft it is from the shampoo he uses, brushing past it so palms hold him at where the jaw meets the neck.
By now, he was getting the hang of this, each kiss a new display of fireworks that get more and more colourful with each passing moment. He hates that it's going to have to stop once he runs out of breath, that those fireworks have to be put on hold again because their lips need to part.
[Tsurugi's hands, so gentle and protective even in this rare moment of spontaneity, are warm as they press against his jaw and neck. A place that is so rarely touched by anybody because of the shield his hair provides, so freely touched now by this boy he trusted everything with.
It prompts a shiver of delight through him, the desire to be even closer to him growing stronger, and Shindou's hands slide up so his arms snake around Tsurugi's neck, long, thin fingers weaving through his thick dark hair.
He's so glad that he asked to do this. A little sad that he didn't ask this earlier. But they still had every opportunity in the world after this...]
[With their bodies now intertwined, it doesn't feel so bad to lift from the kiss for air. It keeps their close proximity, Tsurugi able to feel the warm breath of his partner only inches away from his face, and the heat resonating from their cheeks. His lips are tingling from the sensation of Shindou's lips against his own, as if itching him to do so again. He wants to...and there'd be probably nothing to stop him.
But he should say something, probably. Despite being in Shindou's room, there's something so 'sneaky' about stealing kisses from him. Despite how...you know, Shindou was the one who'd asked.]
You're soft, Shindou-senpai. Even your lips are soft.
[His thumbs rub against those cheeks again, feeling their warmth.]
...Thank you.
[Because he'll never forget this day as long as he lived. Their first kiss was planned, but everything they expected was so much more.]
[This close, Tsurugi will be able to see his own face reflected in Shindou's big brown eyes. They stare up at him lovingly, warm like melted chocolate as he smiles just as sweetly. His arms remain around his neck, his fingers still threaded through his hair, as he tugs him down with that grip to steal a kiss from him this time.]
You're pretty soft, yourself, Tsurugi. Thank you for doing this with me too.
[They're eyes Tsurugi could get lost in. The colour of melted chocolate was a perfect descriptor, wrapped up with warmth, love, and comfort. He doesn't know how many kisses they've had, but he doesn't want to stop any time soon. Each one is fond in its own way, and he'd remember each and every one as his first. ]
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Only a kiss, but as he slowly drops his eyelids and his view of Tsurugi's face grows narrower, he's suddenly aware of everything else. His quickened heartbeat, how fast -- how loud! -- his breath sounds, and the feel of Tsurugi's breath brushing over his lips as they draw closer. He catches the scent of Tsurugi's shampoo, the smell of what must be his home that lingers on his purple uniform, and his ears fill with the sound of the other's breathing. It's supposed to be a quiet, soundproofed room, but it suddenly feels like there's a cacophony. He could feel his hands growing warm and sweaty, and he hopes it doesn't feel gross to Tsurugi where they rest over his waist and hand.
By now he can feel the warmth of Tsurugi's skin emanating from him. They're so close, ready to touch. The nervousness and embarrassment is nearly overwhelming despite how much he tells himself to get it together, but if they've come this far, there's only going forward! He's about to scrounge up the rest of his courage and close that distance, take the lead because he should as the elder when--
Knock knock knock!
The maid who he'd forgotten was bringing them their tea and snack knocks on the door of his room, and Shindou pulls away from Tsurugi like he'd been zapped, round eyes opened wider than ever before and his face flushed a pink that'll make his best friend's hair jealous.]
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They were so close. He could feel Shindou's shaky breath against his lips, warm and inviting. And he would have sealed it there, too, his face leaning forward just a fraction more, the edges of their lips just an inch from touching...
Knock knock knock!
Tsurugi may as well have been electrified by the way he leaps, scooting practically to the other end of the couch in a millisecond, his eyes wide contracted just like a startled wild animal. The sound was so sudden, and he'd been nervous about this whole ordeal to start... His face was flushed a light pink, that hand clamping over his mouth again to turn away as he hears the maid behind the door request for Shindou.
He'll just be over here, trying to collect himself.]
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Takuto-sama? the maid calls again, and this time it finally snaps him out of it.]
I-I-- just a second!
[He almost stumbles and falls on his way across the room (he definitely hits his little toe against the coffee table), and he's less than composed when he opens the door. The maid voices her concern for a second at his flushed cheeks, but he quickly assures her that nothing is wrong everything is all right no he doesn't have a fever he was just laughing at something funny! She still looks a little uncertain when she leaves, but when the door closes behind her Shindou sighs with relief that she didn't raise the alarm that the young master had gotten a fever. A mess that would have been...
He shuffles back to the table and the couch where Tsurugi is, setting down the tray and kneeling on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.]
... Sorry. I forgot they were coming.
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Almost kissing.
He can feel his cheeks reddening again as his eyes close, hoping that the maid would be satisfied with the answer Shindou gave her, despite her worries. She was, in the end, although he can't help but catch her apprehension on the way out. Here's hoping that she only took it as surprise and not something worse...
With the door shut, Tsurugi stiffens up once more, turning to face Shindou as he places that tray down. Where do they even pick up? Was their chance just over now? Did he mess up by not going for it quick enough? Or was it more of a lifesaver that they hadn't kissed just then? Who knows what would've happened if the maid had gotten curious and walked in to see why the young master of the house hadn't answered when called out to...
So many variables going through his head, and yet so few words actually come out.]
I-It's alright.
[A shuffle of his fingers, the tips pressing against each other as his elbows rest on his knees]
Did you...? [His eyes search Shindou, the question sinking into the pits of his throat and drowning there.
Want to try again? That was what he wanted to finish the sentence with.]
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It's okay. The maid probably didn't believe him completely, but she won't show back up to question them. That, he knew. That was how things worked in this household, and he couldn't be more grateful for it than in this moment. The snacks have been delivered. He told them they were studying. Unless something incredibly dire comes up, they shouldn't get interrupted again.
It'll be okay.]
Tsuru-- [He speaks up at exactly the same time as Tsurugi does, their voices overlapping briefly before he cuts himself off. Their eyes meet, and one look at those golden eyes let him know that if he wants to hear the rest of that question, he'd probably have to say his first. So he gets up again, back on his feet, moving back to the couch and sitting down next to him once more.]
Is it all right if I try again?
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The snacks had been delivered. Shindou told them they were studying. It'd be okay.
At least, that's what he tells himself as Shindou sits down beside him, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks once more as he wonders where this conversation's going to go from here.]
I--
[And then the question is asked, pink flooding Tsurugi's face as he nods just a little too quickly, eyes wide and alert and hair completely on end. He'd wanted nothing more in the past few minutes, honestly, as nervous as he was. He wanted to feel those soft lips against his own that he was just an inch from just moments ago.]
Yes. I'd like to uphold that promise.
[His hands reaching for Shindou's and nervously slipping his fingers underneath to hold them in his own, calloused fingers rubbing against Shindou's much softer, much warmer ones.]
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He smiles at him, scooting closer and leaning in to bring his body toward him again. His eyelids are already, slowly, falling closed.]
Yes, me too. Come, Tsurugi.
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[Shindou's close proximity is breathtaking, feeling a lump in his throat the moment he speaks, the moment those big brown eyes return to him. Everything about him was so round and soft, from his skin to his eyes to his hair...and Tsurugi has to hold himself back from wanting to bury his face into this boy.
He's never felt so lucky in his entire life.
His head moves instinctively closer when Shindou requests, their faces only inches apart. He can feel the boy's warmth, an intoxicating pull drawing their lips together. He wants to kiss them, wondering if they're as soft as the rest of Shindou.
It wouldn't take any effort at all.
His eyelids lower as well, head tilting in a way to accommodate for Shindou's own, leaning forward to try once more. It's just a kiss.
But it's a kiss with him.
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He can count every eyelash that flutters against the other's cheeks, see the thick blue strands of hair that fall across his brows. He can smell the sun and the grass and a little bit of sweat from practice earlier, but mostly he smells that undeniably Tsurugi smell, something he's sure he'll recognize if there's every a day he'll visit his home.
He curls his fingers a little tighter around Tsurugi's as he fully closes his eyes and lets their lips finally meet, his own soft ones pressing against his.]
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It was soft, curious, and careful, both of them unsure how far they should go. Was just the touch enough? It felt like it to Tsurugi, who'd never kissed before. Their faces didn't collide--their noses didn't bump against each other. As far as kisses go, Tsurugi felt this was perfect.
As perfect as the boy in front of him.
He smiles into the kiss, a sort of bubbly giddiness building in his stomach that betrayed his usual stoic personality. Shindou's lips were like sugar, sweet and soft...marshmallowy if he wanted to compare it. He had nothing else to really compare TO, now that he thinks about it. He could spend his entire day just letting those lips glide across his, the sensation against his much rougher ones like warm vanilla.
Time seems to stop in the moment, and what felt like minutes was in actuality only seconds. When air becomes short, his lips lift from Shindou's own, warm breath exhaling and giving a sigh of satisfaction. Tsurugi didn't often verbally express his emotions often, but his face always said it all.
He was truly, truly happy.]
Shindou-san...
[What does he even say? He's practically breathless.]
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As Shindou feels Tsurugi's lips against his own, he feels that both of them were correct, and also that the experience must be different for each person. For him, musical as his life had always been, he sees the colors across his eyelids too bus mostly he hears a suddenly explosion of sound sing in his ears. It's the most beautiful melody he's ever heard, and it leaves him wanting to hear it more. A symphony... a new note in the duet that was his and Tsurugi's. It was fitting, and perfect, and when he feels the curl of Tsurugi's smile into the kiss his heart skips a beat, hopeful that the other was sharing the same joy that he did in this moment.
His chest feels tight. His fingertips tingle. He feels warmth spread through his body from where they touch as if some of Tsurugi's energy were trickling into him, and that's such a lovely thought that it's almost a shame to pull away. The kiss had left him breathless, a fact he only realizes when they finally part and his lungs are suddenly sucking in the air they previously lacked. His cheeks burn -- he's sure they must be red, too -- and his mind seems to be in a bit of a haze as he turns his gaze up to meet Tsurugi's gaze, those brown eyes reflecting awe, joy, and deep, unshakable love.]
... Kyousuke, [he whispers, his voice a faint sound that hisses out from between his lips as his body continues to suck in air.]
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Their names.
That's right...Shindou had used his first name, hadn't he? They were...they were on something more than just formal, now. It's strange, how long it took him to make that connection.
But if Shindou was calling him Kyousuke, then that meant...]
Takuto. [He corrects himself, head tilting slightly and casting a light smile across his lips.]
Did you like it? [He has a feeling he knows the answer to this one, but he can't help but ask anyway. Something about it made it seem official, after all.]
It felt unlike anything I've ever experienced. The best way I can describe it is...magical.
[He is such a twelve-year-old going on twenty.]
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[Shindou probably has a larger, more advanced vocabulary than most people his age, and especially a boy younger than him who'd only gotten out of elementary school months prior. Middle school was a time when the gap seemed so small yet was so large.
But at the same time, that gap was never as large as they could perceive it to be, and in the end, Shindou Takuto was just as much a young teenager as anybody else, and in a moment like this, when his lips still tingled with the sensation of Tsurugi's against them and his heart still beat almost madly in his chest, magical just truly seemed like the best way to describe what they'd just shared.
He melts at the way Tsurugi tilts his head, the gesture both adorable and handsome in his eyes as he slides a hand forward, fingertips finding Tsurugi's and trailing up the back of his hand, his wrist, his arm -- all the way until he could rest it on his shoulder, weightless but present.]
I feel the same way. It was such a different... it was a new feeling. But it makes me feel happy.
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[A sound of affirmation, agreement to what Shindou was saying. Tsurugi was never really all that great at saying out he felt straight out--somehow, the words always caught in his throat. His feelings were always genuine, though, and what he could never say (but only agree to someone ELSE saying), showed more than obvious in his eyes. And the way he stares at Shindou, as if he were a star he could wish on, or a birthday candle he could blow out, he knows it's more than enough.
Eyes close for one moment, relishing in the last remnants of the kiss still lingering on his lips. He swore he could almost taste lipgloss, although that might have been his imagination.
In a slightly bold move, his head leans forward to brush his bangs into the fluffy ones of his partner, foreheads pressed together and noses just barely ghosting over each other. Happy...that was a good way to put it. It'd been a long time since Tsurugi had ever let himself feel anything close to elated, his visits to the hospital to see his brother the only thing that truly made him feel anything similar. But this was lightweight...freeing.]
I'm happy, too.
So you wouldn't object to doing again, huh?
[It's soft, but there's small undertones of Tsurugi's playful 'acting' tone.]
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It's familiar. He recognizes it. At the same time, he knows it's completely safe, and he smiles, the expression a little more mischievous than his usual ones too.]
I'd be disappointed, I'll have you know, if you intended for that to be the only one.
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A perfect harmony, that's what Shindou would call it, right?]
I don't want to disappoint you, Takuto.
[Lips meet again before Shindou can even tease back a response, a little more confidence and initiative from him this time as a hand ghosts along that cheek. Shindou's soft skin against his rougher fingers was like silk, and the kiss itself sweeter than honey.
There couldn't ever be just one, he muses silently. It'd be hard enough keeping it to a couple.]
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"I don't want to disappoint you." As if this man could ever disappoint him. Perhaps it'll be bias... rose-tinted glasses, someone will say, but if it was Tsurugi Kyousuke, he doesn't think he could do anything to make him less fond of him.]
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He never wanted to lose this feeling.
When he lifts for air, his breath is warm and laboured, letting it catch itself as he sidles closer to the boy. His hand, already propping up Shindou's cheek, cradles that face lovingly as he bites his lip, wondering if stealing a third would be asking too much.
Funny, he's still second guessing this when Shindou had already given the confirmation. Ignoring that thought, he pecks another, quick and fleeting on his lips, although keeping their noses touching in case Shindou himself wanted this to go on.]
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It was why Shindou had been the one to ask for this, after all, because even if it were something they both wanted, Tsurugi would hesitate to take that first step. Because he had a difficult time chasing his own happiness.
That third kiss is fleeting, but Shindou, not wanting to let go of something he finally received unprompted from Tsurugi, lifts his hands to the other's shoulders -- without the cape today, the fabric of his red shirt gives him a softer impression than the tougher material he usually feels -- to pull him closer, bringing their lips back together.]
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He loved him so much it hurt sometimes, and at its core, it's the reason he hesitates.
Not that it matters now. His quick, fleeting kiss--a little toe dip into being naturally assertive in this relationship had set off a spark in Shindou, feeling that hand grip his shirt and pull them closer once more, lips locking in what seems to be a more permanent, lasting kiss. His hands drift up and thread through Shindou's hair, feeling how soft it is from the shampoo he uses, brushing past it so palms hold him at where the jaw meets the neck.
By now, he was getting the hang of this, each kiss a new display of fireworks that get more and more colourful with each passing moment. He hates that it's going to have to stop once he runs out of breath, that those fireworks have to be put on hold again because their lips need to part.
...but couldn't that be an excuse for one more?]
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It prompts a shiver of delight through him, the desire to be even closer to him growing stronger, and Shindou's hands slide up so his arms snake around Tsurugi's neck, long, thin fingers weaving through his thick dark hair.
He's so glad that he asked to do this. A little sad that he didn't ask this earlier. But they still had every opportunity in the world after this...]
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But he should say something, probably. Despite being in Shindou's room, there's something so 'sneaky' about stealing kisses from him. Despite how...you know, Shindou was the one who'd asked.]
You're soft, Shindou-senpai. Even your lips are soft.
[His thumbs rub against those cheeks again, feeling their warmth.]
...Thank you.
[Because he'll never forget this day as long as he lived. Their first kiss was planned, but everything they expected was so much more.]
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You're pretty soft, yourself, Tsurugi. Thank you for doing this with me too.
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Of course.
I'm your boyfriend, right?