[ it's hard to think with miyuki pressed to the hilt inside of him, much less speak -- there's a constant pressure against his prostate that makes him dizzy, and every little shift feels like it just sets his nerves on fire. he wants to squirm, wants to rock his hips and encourage kazuya to fuck him, wants to beg for it until miyuki fucks him senseless into the mattress.

... but.

he hears that note of vulnerability in the undercurrent of kazuya's voice, and soothing that ache means more to him than any amount of pleasure. so he shifts until he's able to cup his hands gently around miyuki's face, leaning up to press a gentle kiss against his mouth. ] You won't.

[ without hesitation, without a bit of doubt. ] You won't, Kazuya. I trust you.

... and even if you do, even if one of us messes up, we'll fix it, won't we? Because that's what you do when you love someone.