[ mafuyu feels yuki's elation and his happiness before he processes it visually. it's more than enough for him to feel relieved too, the last bit of tension slipping out of him. he lets yuki continue to frame his face but he closes his eyes, just tries to focus on breathing. and softly softly softly, [
Sorry...I didn't know how...
[ he trails off but of all people yuki will know what he means.
a few moments pass before mafuyu feels okay enough to open his eyes and when he does, he smiles again at yuki before leaning up to kiss him. it's gentle but also not, the subtle surge of warmth that only a mate will have. that clean scent, enrobing, laced with cinnamon, the very epitome of something comforting in the heart of a winter no matter how tender. every part of mafuyu reaches for yuki and, really, that's been true for most of their lives.
the worries that mafuyu has been carrying aren't gone. telling yuki was the biggest, but now yet exist the rest: what effect will it have on syh? can they even be public about it? mafuyu wouldn't want to keep the child secret anyway, and he knows yuki wouldn't either, so in a way that's not a question and yet he knows it will come up. worry is a caged bird fluttering. it can't be helped. and then there are the more factual concerns: mafuyu's body and how it handles everything through the actual birth, what he should or should not be doing to put the baby in the best possible place for survival and wellness. the list goes on. but, for now, the first thing is done. yuki doesn't seem mad; isn't mad. he's happy.
me too, mafuyu thinks dazedly and even when the kiss stops, their lips still touch, the kind of lover's lingering that made others so uncomfortable in their school days, and so most of the time mafuyu would insist on yuki only doing so when no one was around. even then, he would protest if they were in school still, but most of the time he would give in; because it's yuki. the handful of times he thought no one was around and someone actually was, well, mafuyu still doesn't know: that time with hiiragi in the classroom, another time when yuki seemingly out of nowhere pulled him into a kiss despite being in the middle of the hallway (empty, at least, mafuyu had thought, not realizing another alpha who'd been watching him, was also there), and others.
not that it was necessary. mafuyu isn't anyone else's and he doesn't want to be.
the yuki-vision is so adorable....i love them ugh
[ mafuyu feels yuki's elation and his happiness before he processes it visually. it's more than enough for him to feel relieved too, the last bit of tension slipping out of him. he lets yuki continue to frame his face but he closes his eyes, just tries to focus on breathing. and softly softly softly, [
Sorry...I didn't know how...
[ he trails off but of all people yuki will know what he means.
a few moments pass before mafuyu feels okay enough to open his eyes and when he does, he smiles again at yuki before leaning up to kiss him. it's gentle but also not, the subtle surge of warmth that only a mate will have. that clean scent, enrobing, laced with cinnamon, the very epitome of something comforting in the heart of a winter no matter how tender. every part of mafuyu reaches for yuki and, really, that's been true for most of their lives.
the worries that mafuyu has been carrying aren't gone. telling yuki was the biggest, but now yet exist the rest: what effect will it have on syh? can they even be public about it? mafuyu wouldn't want to keep the child secret anyway, and he knows yuki wouldn't either, so in a way that's not a question and yet he knows it will come up. worry is a caged bird fluttering. it can't be helped. and then there are the more factual concerns: mafuyu's body and how it handles everything through the actual birth, what he should or should not be doing to put the baby in the best possible place for survival and wellness. the list goes on. but, for now, the first thing is done. yuki doesn't seem mad; isn't mad. he's happy.
me too, mafuyu thinks dazedly and even when the kiss stops, their lips still touch, the kind of lover's lingering that made others so uncomfortable in their school days, and so most of the time mafuyu would insist on yuki only doing so when no one was around. even then, he would protest if they were in school still, but most of the time he would give in; because it's yuki. the handful of times he thought no one was around and someone actually was, well, mafuyu still doesn't know: that time with hiiragi in the classroom, another time when yuki seemingly out of nowhere pulled him into a kiss despite being in the middle of the hallway (empty, at least, mafuyu had thought, not realizing another alpha who'd been watching him, was also there), and others.
not that it was necessary. mafuyu isn't anyone else's and he doesn't want to be.
a winter at sea, in love in love in love. ]