[Something about being kissed after a month of replaying it, time and time again, in his head, trying to find some angle that he'd missed, trying to discern some sort of rhyme or reason behind Akira's actions, feels very much like relief indeed, like Jyuto's eyes widening a fraction and fluttering to a half-lid in quick succession, like finally feeling those lips on his again has filled a chasm that's been gradually expanding, day by day. There's an affirmative, content sound in Jyuto's throat for a second as he lets himself be pulled into the kiss, parting his lips for the welcome weight of Akira's teeth.
Sometimes, on the nights when he'd lean over the balcony, envisioning flashes of red and black and the sound of heels against rooftops, he'd find himself mimicking the way those hands had threaded themselves in his hair. It never really measured up to the real thing. He blindly sets the abandoned cigarette down in the ashtray off to the side so he can give Akira a taste of what he hasn't been able to get out of his mind since -- his fingers slotting the thin edges of soft, black ears between them, his thumb gently rubbing where warm skin meets soft fur.]
I can't help it, [he breathes, craning his head to push his ears into Akira's touch, lowering enough that he can almost feel the other's hair against their tips.] I never get the chance to enjoy you when I finally have you.
[It's saying "don't leave like last time." "I've waited long enough." "You're more than that to me already, you know."]
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Sometimes, on the nights when he'd lean over the balcony, envisioning flashes of red and black and the sound of heels against rooftops, he'd find himself mimicking the way those hands had threaded themselves in his hair. It never really measured up to the real thing. He blindly sets the abandoned cigarette down in the ashtray off to the side so he can give Akira a taste of what he hasn't been able to get out of his mind since -- his fingers slotting the thin edges of soft, black ears between them, his thumb gently rubbing where warm skin meets soft fur.]
I can't help it, [he breathes, craning his head to push his ears into Akira's touch, lowering enough that he can almost feel the other's hair against their tips.] I never get the chance to enjoy you when I finally have you.
[It's saying "don't leave like last time." "I've waited long enough." "You're more than that to me already, you know."]