[Even being away from... from Koushi for just a moment is quiet torture- not really for his own sake, but for Koushi's. He wants to heal the wound he's made. If staying close like this is what helps, he'll stay for as long as possible, until Koushi shoves him away.
His hands are already sliding across milky smooth skin, moving across all the areas he knows are most sensitive to touch. Even with going back, his mind full of baseball once more and his memories of Amoi gone static, he still remembers each and every spot. His body moves automatically, like he has Koushi's body memorized, like loving Koushi like this is pure intuition and instinct.]
I love you. [He manages to whisper out the same phrase he accidentally uttered weeks before, the phrase that got swept under the rug when he hit his head and started bleeding, the feelings that never got addressed until now. It feels so wonderful, being so frank like this, being able to say it so openly... It feels so wonderful, knowing it's returned.]
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His hands are already sliding across milky smooth skin, moving across all the areas he knows are most sensitive to touch. Even with going back, his mind full of baseball once more and his memories of Amoi gone static, he still remembers each and every spot. His body moves automatically, like he has Koushi's body memorized, like loving Koushi like this is pure intuition and instinct.]
I love you. [He manages to whisper out the same phrase he accidentally uttered weeks before, the phrase that got swept under the rug when he hit his head and started bleeding, the feelings that never got addressed until now. It feels so wonderful, being so frank like this, being able to say it so openly... It feels so wonderful, knowing it's returned.]
I love you.