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[Ritsuka closes his eyes, leaning on the hand on his face, only opening them again when he feels like he's missing something.
He's missing the look Mafuyu is giving him, and he leans in, without thinking, without the voices in his head going crazy, and puts his lips on Mafuyu's, softly, not forceful like the last time.
[ it's gentle. ritsuka is warm as summer. mafuyu loves him, everything of him, feels so lucky that ritsuka found him that day in the otherwise empty stairwell. the hand on his face slips back easily to curl at his nape, a soft plea to stay close. one kiss becomes a second, equally soft. then mafuyu just noses against ritsuka's jaw, quiet affection.
kedama meanwhile whuffles again and sidles down to curl up again but in his own bed, a distinct sigh before soft little snores resume. ]
[Ritsuka is blushing furiously, kissing Mafuyu is like going to heaven, he's sure of it. He takes a deep breath, and smiles softly, petting Mafuyu's hair and chuckling at the soft touches.]
That's tickles.
[He doesn't want to open his eyes, just wanting to listen to the beat of Mafuyhu's heart against his own chest.]
[ not dissuaded at all, rather than relent, mafuyu kisses his jaw again up and then just beneath ritsuka's ear. perhaps he undermines it a bit, since it sort of devolves into a slight nuzzle, not unlike mafuyu has indeed done to the other occupant of the room! but there's also a soft sort of breathy giggle.
he's happy.
sometimes it's still a revelation. he loves him; he's grateful.
when i met you, i heard music.
it shouldn't be possible for mafuyu to tangle himself closer...but he somehow manages. getting out of bed will be even harder now, if ritsuka even tries! ]
[Being here, like this, listening to Mafuyu's giggle, is heaven.
Ritsuka had never experienced anything like this, much less having someone he loves so much. It's both amazing and a little scary, but here, tangled with Mafuyu in his bed, it's the best thing that has ever happened to him.
He moves his free arm up, petting Mafuyu's head, feeling the fluffy hair underneath his fingers and smiling.
Not wanting to break the spell by speaking, he closes his eyes, enjoying the moment.]
[ mafuyu also doesn't speak, but rather nestles closer, only to then angle back to peer at ritsuka. they are so close he is almost certainly cross-eyed but he doesn't care, giving into a whim without truly thinking it through: angling in to press a soft kiss to the line of ritsuka's jaw. it's brief and arguably chaste, but warm. very, very warm.
then, having leaned or moved back far enough to do so, mafuyu reaches out and up to sort of pet at ritsuka's face, back into his hair.
and still, though he doesn't speak, he hums, some nameless melody that hasn't been written into a song.
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He's missing the look Mafuyu is giving him, and he leans in, without thinking, without the voices in his head going crazy, and puts his lips on Mafuyu's, softly, not forceful like the last time.
Ritsuka closes his eyes again, and time stops.]
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kedama meanwhile whuffles again and sidles down to curl up again but in his own bed, a distinct sigh before soft little snores resume. ]
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That's tickles.
[He doesn't want to open his eyes, just wanting to listen to the beat of Mafuyhu's heart against his own chest.]
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he's happy.
sometimes it's still a revelation. he loves him; he's grateful.
when i met you, i heard music.
it shouldn't be possible for mafuyu to tangle himself closer...but he somehow manages. getting out of bed will be even harder now, if ritsuka even tries! ]
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Ritsuka had never experienced anything like this, much less having someone he loves so much. It's both amazing and a little scary, but here, tangled with Mafuyu in his bed, it's the best thing that has ever happened to him.
He moves his free arm up, petting Mafuyu's head, feeling the fluffy hair underneath his fingers and smiling.
Not wanting to break the spell by speaking, he closes his eyes, enjoying the moment.]
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then, having leaned or moved back far enough to do so, mafuyu reaches out and up to sort of pet at ritsuka's face, back into his hair.
and still, though he doesn't speak, he hums, some nameless melody that hasn't been written into a song.
not yet, at least. ]