[ It's been a long time since Aki let himself have this kind of softness, this kind of tenderness, a warmth inside of him that blossoms.
His life has been cold, like the winter that took his family from him: snow, falling down in front of his lashes, chilling him to the bone, an endless heartache that burned and thrummed through him like a staccato drumbeat. Years of sadness, of grief, of throwing himself into a job where the risk of his death was only balanced out with the hope of vengeance, and he thinks, he thinks of Hokkaido in winter, he thinks of coming home to pay respects, thinks of a quiet inn room and -
he's happy. This is what happiness feels like.
Tsurumaru pulls him closer, and he leans into it without hesitation, sinking against him as he tilts and presses into the kiss more, gripping him to hold him, to give himself over to the tenderness that he feels warming his skin. He's kissed people before, of course, he's fucked before, but it was never like... This. He liked the people he slept with. He didn't like them.
Pausing for breath, he only takes a moment before he's leaning in again to steal another kiss, thumb brushing gently over Tsurumaru's cheekbone, other hand gripping at the fabric of his clothes, as if afraid he might disappear like a dream. ]
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His life has been cold, like the winter that took his family from him: snow, falling down in front of his lashes, chilling him to the bone, an endless heartache that burned and thrummed through him like a staccato drumbeat. Years of sadness, of grief, of throwing himself into a job where the risk of his death was only balanced out with the hope of vengeance, and he thinks, he thinks of Hokkaido in winter, he thinks of coming home to pay respects, thinks of a quiet inn room and -
he's happy. This is what happiness feels like.
Tsurumaru pulls him closer, and he leans into it without hesitation, sinking against him as he tilts and presses into the kiss more, gripping him to hold him, to give himself over to the tenderness that he feels warming his skin. He's kissed people before, of course, he's fucked before, but it was never like... This. He liked the people he slept with. He didn't like them.
Pausing for breath, he only takes a moment before he's leaning in again to steal another kiss, thumb brushing gently over Tsurumaru's cheekbone, other hand gripping at the fabric of his clothes, as if afraid he might disappear like a dream. ]