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[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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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?