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[ suga can't help but gasp at that first slow roll of miyuki's hips, feeling his nerve endings sing at that slow slide and pull of friction. there's a part of him that still can't believe how lucky he is -- it wasn't so long ago that he was preparing never to even see kazuya again, and now? he has kazuya making love to him, sweet and slow, murmuring all the sweet little sentiments that come with being in love.

and when miyuki shifts up onto his knees and presses in deeper, suga arches up off the mattress with a little cry, muscles tensed and trembling for a moment as the other boy finds that perfect spot. ] Kazuya...!

[ he keeps one hand curled at the nape of miyuki's neck, using the other to grip at one of the other boy's broad shoulders. it feels like he needs to anchor himself somehow before he drifts away, before he gets swept under by this tide of pleasure. ] Y-You feel so...

[ a shuddering little breath. ] ... perfect. Don't stop...

[Miyuki doesn't think he'll be able to stop even if he wanted to. Koushi feels so wonderfully velvet around him, soft and warm, like he hasn't been here in a while (which, for him, it hasn't been- but there's just something so different about doing this once feelings are actually involved.)

He leans over Koushi, bending down to kiss him as he pulls out to drive back home. He wants to milk every sweet sound he can get, make Koushi cry his name until he comes.]

It's- is it different for you, somehow?

just so you know i'm never speaking to kazuya ever again <(｀^´)>

[ the kiss makes his heart do a dizzy little flip in his chest, leaving him breathless in the best of ways. especially when kazuya punctuates it with another firm thrust of his hips, zeroing right back in on the place that makes the entire world shatter into fireworks. it feels so good that he can hardly stand it; it takes him awhile just to focus on the fact that kazuya is talking to him, expecting a response. ]

I-It... [ god, it does feel different. better, wonderful, more intimate than he ever could have imagined. especially when his heart feels full to bursting with the idea that kazuya's doing this because he loves him, because he wants to be with him in the most intimate way possible.

... it's wonderful. and it's way more than he can hope to vocalize in his current state, so. ] ... it's amazing. You're amazing.

[ he peppers lighter little kisses over the other boy's face, breath hitching into a little moan at the feeling of that next thrust. ] ... can you...

[ a little pause, almost shy. ] ... s-say it again? That you... [ love me. ]

[ ... if suga was dealing with normal people, this might be cause for alarm.

but considering that it's kazuya and mei, it's more like every other tuesday. ]

what did he do this time?

I love you. [He says it immediately, with fondness and adoration and affection. His touch and gaze and movements become soft with it, like he wants to bodily convey just how much he loves this guy.

He doesn't know how he got here, but he suspects it's been like this for a while.]

I love you.

[A kiss, and he hits home over and over.]

Koushi, I love you.