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Kunikuzushi set a box the size of half his torso on the dining table. It was Valentine’s Day at six in the evening, and even after two years of being in a relationship with Kazuha and eight months of sleeping in the same room, they had never celebrated the typical holidays that everyone else seemed to advertise even in the air itself. Kazuha had never had anyone to celebrate with, and Kunikuzushi only did so because work forced him to, so it wasn’t difficult for them to agree to stick to their usual routines on holidays.
“It’s yours,” was the first and only thing Kunikuzushi could think to say. With every second Kazuha remained standing in front of him, his eyes fixed on the red box bearing the name of the most well-known women’s store in the city, Kunikuzushi felt he was running out of chances to swallow.
“For me?”
Despite a certain urge to insult his hearing or his ability to pay attention—anything to steady his heart at least a little—he swallowed it down.
“Open it.”
With a hint of hesitation, Kazuha’s hands untied the ribbon around the box before lifting the lid. All the while, Kunikuzushi kept his eyes on him, waiting for every reaction, always so quiet, which let him better take in his face, from the shine in his pupils to the gentle touch he gave the garment that emerged from the box, the same one they had come across at least three nights ago. That day they had walked nonstop through the streets for at least two hours because Kazuha wanted to stroll through the park “to feel the cold breeze brushing against his cheeks,” in his own words. And Kunikuzushi’s words two hours later had been, “Like every moment in life, it has to end, and this one’s over now.”
Even so, they wandered through several more city blocks for a few more minutes, until Kunikuzushi noticed how Kazuha’s eyes were fixed on something as intensely as they now were on the garment in the shop window to his left: a pastel pink dress. Did he want it for some nonexistent relative of his? He doubted it. Besides, he didn’t usually give clothes as gifts; he often said that only the person themselves truly knew what they wanted.
“Do you want it?”
As soon as he heard his partner’s voice, he replied, “What thing?”
“The dress. Do you want it?”
Kazuha shook his head after several seconds. Kunikuzushi would have found that normal to some extent if it weren’t for how slightly tense his shoulders were.
“Let’s go,” Kazuha said as he walked past Kunikuzushi. He had the feeling he wouldn’t stop for a good while, and who was Kunikuzushi to do that to him when he more than anyone wanted to go home. Later on, though, he felt disappointed in himself, holding Kazuha in his most unconscious state of everyday life despite having denied him a piece of clothing. A thousand and one times he told himself it wasn’t wrong, that there was no real certainty Kazuha wanted it and that he might simply have been amazed by the beauty of a common dress, but he also didn’t consider it an everyday thing when there wasn’t a similar garment in Kazuha’s wardrobe.
So Kazuha wanted a dress, huh? He considered it the most likely option, and that was why, over the next three days, he took it upon himself to buy it from the same store where he’d seen it, along with the matching pair of heels on the same mannequin. No one told him Kazuha wanted something like that too, but he preferred to take the risk rather than end up with an incomplete outfit.
All of this led to the here and now, where Kazuha spread out the soft fabrics and noticed the pink heels still in the box. As much as Kunikuzushi swallowed any tremor in his voice, he asked, “Do you like it?”
“I… I like it.” Kazuha brought the fabrics to his own body, hesitant.
“I think it’ll look good on you.”
“How can you be sure?”
“I just am. Don’t you trust the boyfriend you say you love so much?”
“It’s just that… this kind of clothing is designed for a woman.”
“Not necessarily, and you don’t have to think that way.” Kunikuzushi stepped closer and kissed Kazuha’s forehead. “How about you try it on? You might change your mind.”
“And if it doesn’t fit?”
“I know your size. You don’t need to worry about that.” He hugged him, and in the middle of it his fingers combed through his hair. “If you need help with it, you can tell me.”
“Why? Do you want to see me fail at getting dressed?” The question came with a small, playful tone, typical of Kazuha, but that didn't stop Kunikuzushi from giving evasive looks and slightly biting his teeth.
“That thing has zippers on the back.”
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten that.”
Kunikuzushi kissed his nose.
“So?”
“What is it, Kuni?”
“Are you going to try it on or not?”
Kazuha, with a light blush on his cheeks and a smile, looked at him and said, “Give me a minute.”
He left Kunikuzushi’s body, his hands sliding along his arms carefully so the dress wouldn’t fall to the floor. The next thing he saw was Kazuha heading into their bedroom to close the door, and it seemed a bit funny to him, considering it wouldn’t be the first time in his life he’d see Kazuha take off or put on clothes. Maybe his boyfriend wanted to create a surprise factor? Either way, he’d be happy to wait for the final result.
Only a few minutes passed before he heard the door again. It seemed to him that Kazuha opened it slowly, and when he turned in his direction, he had an idea why he thought that. Kazuha barely let him see his face, his hair still loose. That didn’t stop him from catching a glimpse of the bare skin of his right shoulder.
“Aren’t you coming out, handsome?”
Kazuha smiled slightly, his cheeks a bit redder than the last time he’d seen them.
“Yes.”
Until he came out, Kunikuzushi had never imagined Kazuha looking like that. He instantly confirmed he hadn’t been wrong about the measurements of his back. The part of the dress that outlined his figure fit him perfectly, and the part that puffed out around it gave him a sweet touch that, in turn, drew attention to Kazuha’s slender, toned legs, leading the eye down to the sneakers. And what did Kunikuzushi think about that? That after so many years of being forced by his mother to pay attention to even the tiniest details in people, it had become a skill he was grateful for at this moment.
“Do I look… bad?”
“No… No, quite the opposite, I think. It looks really good on you, Kazuha.”
He felt like an idiot for being unable to take his eyes off him and for speaking almost without thinking, like now. That this was because of an outfit had to be a joke. How could it not be? To him, Kazuha always looked perfect.
“You look really, really good.”
“You don’t have to flatter me that much.” Kazuha let out a small laugh. “I should be the one doing it. I thought you didn’t like celebrating, and… you just gave me a gift on February fourteenth.”
“So what?”
“It’s unexpected.”
“Is that bad?”
“No, but…”
“But?”
“Now that I have the chance to dress like this, I have a strange urge to go out into the street with you and maybe… take a walk for a while?”
Kunikuzushi frowned almost instantly.
“Those urges to go for walks aren’t strange at all… and I refuse.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“I’ll make it up to you when we get back.”
“With what?”
“We could have sex.”
There were several reasons why Kazuha had the least to lose. One was that he enjoyed a good heat-of-the-moment session in bed; another was that Kunikuzushi did too. But seeing Kazuha take the initiative verbally wasn’t something he witnessed every day. What other option did he have? The one he would end up choosing tonight anyway.
“Fine.”
What awaited him was a genuine smile from Kazuha, one that would’ve made his heart explode if it weren’t for a trace of doubt that crossed his face.
“What? You regret it that quickly?”
“It’s just… what if people recognize me?”
“Let them.”
“But I don’t want them to know.”
“Know that you have a boyfriend, or that you’re wearing a dress? Have you thought about pretending to be some long-lost twin sister of yours named Kaede who also happens to go out with me?”
“That’s oddly specific. It almost sounds like you thought it through.”
“Stop messing around,” Kunikuzushi said, though a smile slipped out despite his attempt to sound stern.
“But setting that aside, I’d like… the idea of you holding my hand in public and kissing me really appeals to me.”
“Just that?” Kunikuzushi didn’t consider Kazuha’s statement particularly scandalous, even taking into account the kind of couple they were, but sometimes he wanted to push Kazuha a little, to make him reveal more than he allowed himself to say.
“Wherever you want to kiss me, that depends on you.”
“What’s stopping you from telling me where you want me to kiss you?”
“If I think about that now, I won’t get anything I want to do tonight done.”
“Not even the sex?”
“That’s right.”
Kunikuzushi’s hand slid calmly through Kazuha’s white strands of hair. The indigo of his eyes stayed fixed on Kazuha’s red ones, attentive to every shift, gleam, and shadow.
“If you don’t want people to recognize you, I have makeup.”
“I don’t think concealer will do much for my face, Kuni.”
“But I have eyeshadow, brushes, lipstick, and blush.”
“If I may ask, where did you get the rest of those face tools?”
“What matters is that you wanted to wear a dress, but something was stopping you. Speculation and more speculation led me to pick these two little things for you, and if you didn’t want them, I could always give them to my sister.”
Kazuha shook his head lightly, the movement hiding his eyes, though that didn’t stop Kunikuzushi from searching for them with his own.
“I appreciate the thought, but the thing is, I don’t know how to apply at least two kinds of the makeup you brought for me.”
“I used to do my sister’s makeup when she was little. I can do yours.”
“And… how good were you?”
“Who do you take me for?”
“Sorry.”
He noticed the way Kazuha’s hands fidgeted. Questions like that weren’t something he heard from him every day. Even used to Kazuha, those kinds of signals could slip past him if he didn’t pay attention. On one hand, he thought that those gestures were so endearing that he wanted to tease his boyfriend about them; on the other, he didn’t like the idea of ruining Kazuha’s happiness.
“Relax. Sit there. This will take a few minutes,” Kunikuzushi said, pointing to the nearest chair, his voice softer as he lowered his gaze to the bag holding the tools that would help him give Kazuha a disguise. Kazuha nodded, sat down, and waited as Kunikuzushi began spreading foundation over his face.
Kazuha’s face had always been something worth admiring to him, even if he was required to memorize people’s faces for the sake of the company. Despite everything, it had been easy to remember Kazuha’s face after seeing him once in a supermarket. It had seemed so familiar that he’d thought about it for days until he discovered they worked in the same building, just in different departments.
If he told him how beautiful he looked like this, with relaxed features and closed eyes, how embarrassed would he get? More embarrassed if he kissed his nose? Or maybe if he attacked his neck? But there was the possibility that would excite him too much. For now, he would settle for what he considered one of the most beautiful sights of his existence.
“Can I take a picture of you like this, Kazuha?”
Several seconds passed without an answer.
“I’m thinking,” Kazuha said before Kunikuzushi could remind him the question was still hanging.
“About what?”
“About whether I’ll look ridiculous like this, dressing like a woman and agreeing to the makeup.”
“If you’re getting those ideas from dead people, it’s better not to remember them.”
“Don’t talk about my parents like that, Kuni.”
“Parents is just a title for them.”
“Kuni.” Kazuha opened his eyes, frowning slightly, and Kunikuzushi closed his eyelids again with one hand.
“I know. I’ll do my job without criticizing anyone. Happy?”
Kazuha stayed quiet before replying, “I guess.” Kunikuzushi smiled and removed his hand; only then did Kazuha open his eyes gently. Kunikuzushi studied them for any trace of negativity, but what he found was more serenity than anything overwhelming.
“Are you sure I can’t take any pictures? Not even to remember one of the days you’ve looked the most stunning?”
“You flatter me.”
The subject of the photo lingered even as Kunikuzushi applied blush, eyeshadow, and painted his lips a pink shade that matched the dress perfectly. If Kazuha already looked good to him with his eyes closed, he couldn’t even imagine the change once he opened them.
“Do you want to look in a mirror, Kazuha?”
As soon as the question left his lips, Kazuha opened his eyes.
Kunikuzushi stared at him, maybe out of habit. He wanted to kiss him, but with the lipstick still so fresh, even the slightest touch would stain him.
“Do I look bad?” Kazuha’s voice tried its hardest to sound composed, but a slight tremor in it, and in the shine of his eyes, betrayed him.
“If I told you how you look, they’d throw me in jail for giving in to animal impulses.”
“Huh?”
There was no way Kunikuzushi, no matter how long they had lived together, was going to explain more than he already had. Kazuha must have been blind, because if he hadn’t noticed, Kunikuzushi’s cheeks were burning.
Or maybe there was a chance Kazuha knew exactly what was happening to his body just by seeing how his face had grown even redder than the makeup.
“You can take a picture of me.”
“Just one?”
“As many as you want.”
“What if I fill my gallery with you?”
“I’d say you have a very serious problem with me.”
“And what if I do?”
“Then keep having it.”
Kunikuzushi’s heart, already pounding hard, no longer knew what rhythm to follow to stay steady.
“You can’t… tell me things like that without expecting consequences, Kazuha.”
“What kind of consequences?”
Kunikuzushi pulled his phone from his pocket, his eyes still on Kazuha, only looking away to open the camera app and capture a few pictures of his boyfriend. He’d be lying if he said he did it with a monk’s focus; waiting for the lens to sharpen the pixels nearly drove him insane.
“How about we go out tomorrow?”
“Why tomorrow?”
“There’ll be too many people out today.”
With some haste, he put the makeup back into the store bag and set it on the nearest piece of furniture beside his phone, then walked toward Kazuha, lifting one knee enough to bring it close to his crotch and pushing his torso downward.
“I see you didn’t want to wait.”
“Neither did you.”
Kunikuzushi kissed his neck with no intention of giving him time to brace himself for his tongue or the teeth that invaded his skin. He didn’t need Kazuha to say anything. He knew his boyfriend’s reaction times well enough to know that less than a second was all it took to draw a moan from him, the kind that came out unsteady because he was inhaling at the same time.
Kazuha’s legs twisted, and so did his hands, which Kunikuzushi took and laced their fingers together while closing the distance between his knee and Kazuha’s crotch until they rubbed against each other.
“So you’re already hard?” Kunikuzushi’s mouth trailed down to his collarbone, free of marks for two weeks now; he licked the right one before biting it, pulling a small whimper from Kazuha, and in the middle of it pressed against him with a precision he’d long practiced. “You are, aren’t you?” he asked again.
“Y-yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since you were doing my makeup.”
That answer made him smile.
“I see you have your priorities.”
“If your handsome boyfriend is taking care of you, how would you feel?”
“Do you have another boyfriend who isn’t handsome?”
“That’s not what I mean.”
He noticed Kazuha was a little short of breath, maybe even losing some of his natural skin tone beneath all that red.
“Choose your words more carefully,” Kunikuzushi teased, sounding more like an order than a joke.
“Please, have mercy on me. I’m not using the head on my shoulders right now.”
“Then use it.”
“Stop being so mean to me, Kuni. I have my limits.”
“Or what? Are you just going to finish yourself off with your erection? As if you had much self-control.”
“I doubt you also have it right now.”
“Right now and not other times?” Even the laugh Kunikuzushi let out was a sign of his teasing, and Kazuha probably noticed because of the slight change in his expression. Kunikuzushi found confusion and frustration on his face, though a second later, he saw determination.
Kazuha’s legs wrapped around Kunikuzushi’s hips to pull him even closer, pressing them together so completely that there wasn’t a single inch of space left between them.
Silence filled the room for a few seconds. What was this tactic? As much as Kunikuzushi struggled in an attempt to free himself, there was no escaping the lock his boyfriend had placed on him.
“I know you like to show off your strength, but this isn’t the time.”
Only when Kazuha moved his hips did he understand his intention. A stifled sigh escaped both of them. He could feel Kazuha’s heart pounding hard against his chest. From this close, he could smell the makeup. The pink lipstick he had chosen for him matched the dress perfectly, along with the eyeshadow and blush, and his unpainted lashes gave him a unique touch. It had been a risk he decided to take, though next time he would make sure to ask Kazuha whether he preferred to color them or not.
“So you want me to penetrate you, don’t you? You want it?”
“I want it, Kuni.”
“Say what you want.”
“I want us to… make love.”
“Hm? I thought you’d want rough sex.” It was the usual, after all.
“I’d like to start with something gentler today. Could we?”
Kunikuzushi took a few seconds to think it over, or at least he told himself he would, until he realized that during that time he had simply kept his mind blank and nothing more.
“All right.”
He asked Kazuha to lift his hips a little so he could slide up the soft fabric that reached just below his knees. His boyfriend’s legs felt creamy to the touch. As Kunikuzushi’s hand moved from his thighs to just short of his crotch, Kazuha remained quiet, his breathing measured, though Kunikuzushi still caught every shift in it. It was likely they wouldn’t do anything like this for a while, especially because of Kunikuzushi’s work schedule, so his need to savor the moment grew with each passing second; perhaps so much that the right word for what he wanted bordered on “devour.”
Kunikuzushi squeezed a handful of his thigh, partly out of impulse and partly because just having him so close stirred a certain… urge to claim every part of him for himself.
“You know I love you, right, Kazuha?”
“I know.”
Kazuha looked at him as if searching for some kind of response.
“I just wanted you to know that I love you and… nothing else.”
“Even if I make you go out a lot?”
“Even that.”
“Not even if today I’m a man in a dress?”
“Why would that matter to me? You could like dressing as a maple leaf and I’d still love you.”
A small laugh slipped from Kazuha.
“You don’t have to go that far.”
“No matter what you wear, you’ll look good, Kazuha. Today you look very cute.”
Kunikuzushi leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, brushing aside the strands of hair in the way first.
“Can I tell you something, Kuni?”
“What is it, Kazuha?”
“I miss your kisses.”
Kunikuzushi giggled, trying to hide the flush on his face.
“I kissed you this morning.”
“We could kiss again.”
“Your makeup will get ruined.”
Kazuha gently took Kunikuzushi's tie, running his fingers up and down it several times, then said, "Let it be ruined. Don't you like seeing me torn apart, begging, and covered in marks?" The movements of his fingers paused, only for a second, because the next, he pulled it until Kunikuzushi's ear was close to Kazuha's mouth. "You could see me with my makeup running, Kuni. Wouldn't you like that? Because I certainly would."
His skin prickled, and the pressure in his pants increased so much that it became difficult to maintain the mental stability he needed to satisfy Kazuha's desires.
Once Kazuha pulled his head back a few centimeters, the first thing Kunikuzushi told him was, “You really are dirty.”
“It’s nothing my sweet boyfriend hasn’t told me before.”
“You say that as if I weren’t a benevolent soul to you.”
“I never said you weren’t.”
“You better not have.”
With his hands, he uncovered parts of Kazuha’s body framed by his white underwear and his navel. The dress allowed the fabric to be lifted from the bottom up to near his chest, so he took advantage of that, kissing his lower abdomen and then higher along his torso.
At no point did Kazuha lessen the strength with which his legs kept him pressed close. Kunikuzushi often thought it was his way of telling him to stay near, or maybe a way to keep his legs from trembling at every touch. Even his hands, which kept tugging at his hair, shaked a little.
Kunikuzushi pushed his hips forward, always intending to ignite in Kazuha every desire his face and mouth kept quiet in everyday life.
“Do you want to keep the dress on until the end?”
“It’ll get ruined.”
“I’ll give you a condom.”
In a matter of seconds, Kunikuzushi retrieved the lubricant and a pair of condoms, both for Kazuha, from the drawer of the dresser to the left of his bed and placed them beside Kazuha to his right.
Although Kazuha told him he wanted to make love, he was surprised by how quickly he removed his underwear, revealing the prominent erection that only Kunikuzushi would ever show him. Even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen him, he touched and played with him a little while Kazuha watched without question. Kunikuzushi's lips kissed the head of his penis, then moved down to the shaft and then to the inside of his thighs.
Carefully, he took the condom and placed it over his member, then moved up to his boyfriend's chest and slipped his hands between the sides of his dress to pinch his nipples.
Kunikuzushi lightly bit his nose before kissing him on the lips, and in the midst of that contact, which lingered until teeth and tongue were involved, he felt a terrible urge to mark him all over, even if people at work would gossip about Kazuha's private life or if his boyfriend would get revenge by leaving more marks.
"When you penetrate me, could you be careful with the dress?"
"I will. Don't worry."
Kazuha let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny?" Kunikuzushi asked.
"You got lipstick on your lips too."
"What a surprise," he replied sarcastically.
"Do you want me to ride you, Kuni?"
"Is there anything wrong with me putting it in you?"
“Nothing at all, but you’re always the one doing the work, and I thought you might like me to do it for you at least once. I mean, you’ll be the one taking care of it later, so I could make this a more… equitable job?”
The idea didn’t bother him.
“Okay,” Kunikuzushi said.
Kazuha smiled.
“In that case, could we get started now?”
“Now?”
“I’m prepared, so there shouldn’t be a problem with that?”
“Prepared?”
“Yeah, it’s just… it was a surprise.”
Kunikuzushi couldn’t find words to express what he was feeling at that moment. Instead, he switched positions with Kazuha so that his boyfriend was pressed against him. Following that, Kunikuzushi unzipped his pants and his underwear to free his manhood.
“I see… you were eager too.”
“Much. Do you want me to hold my cock so you can hold your dress?”
“If it’s not too much trouble, please.”
Kazuha used his fingers to lubricate his own entrance before settling between Kunikuzushi’s legs, who was holding his boyfriend’s dripping member. He saw a confident expression on his face, but with a hint of frustration even though it wasn’t the first time they’d slept together. It surprised him, but he had an idea of what those expressions were about.
“You know you look cute, right?”
“You told me.”
“Did you believe me?”
Kazuha stayed silent for several seconds, thinking.
“You look cute, Kazuha.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to be my partner for me to recognize how cute you are.”
The blush on Kazuha’s face deepened; that was all Kunikuzushi needed to know in the midst of the silence.
A certain pain appeared on Kazuha’s face as his entrance stretched. Despite the tremor in his body, he held onto the fabric with determination. Kunikuzushi quickly placed his hands on his hips to help him keep his balance. Little by little, their shared intention to come even closer turned into reality as they achieved what they wanted.
“I’m proud of you,” Kunikuzushi told him, and he couldn’t have been more certain. No one had ever told him that as a son, and no one had told Kazuha either.
“Thank you, Kuni.”
“I want all of you. Can you give me that?”
“I’ll give it to you, but… would you mind giving me all of you too?”
“Whenever you want.”
They both giggled.
“I hope you’re still not skipping leg day at the gym, Kazuha.”
“Never.”
“You’re going to have to move, because seeing you like this makes me want to do a lot of things to you.”
“I can… imagine.”
Kazuha pushed himself down until just before the tip, then back up again. He did it slowly at first. He often told him he liked to get used to the thickness, the length, and the viscosity he felt inside him; these were experiences Kunikuzushi had never had and didn't want to, but he made sure of the quality of his experience, even in sex, by asking him why he liked to do certain things a certain way.
"If it's too difficult for you, you can take off your dress," Kunikuzushi commented.
"It might... get stained."
"The lubricant washes off."
"But for... semen, you have to act in... specific ways. I bet you... the second condom is for me and not you?"
"As long as you hold your dress when I come inside you, I don't think there'll be a problem, sweetheart." Kazuha stopped holding his dress, and the speed of his thrusts increased, sometimes after pauses, other times between what seemed like bursts of adrenaline.
He couldn't lie, for Kunikuzushi, this was a very good view. Just having him for such a long time made him feel that the moment of ejaculation was approaching, but not too close because Kazuha's rhythm was far from the frenetic one Kunikuzushi usually used. But it was fine with him, especially since a rhythm like this allowed him a calmer view of everything his boyfriend was: someone who in his daily life might seem quiet and solitary to others, but when he opens up enough, he takes you here and there to explore various places to observe nature.
"Sweetie, how about I take the lead?" Kunikuzushi suggested again.
"I can do it."
"But seeing you like that makes me want to give you my love."
“And you think that everything you do doesn’t make me want to give you my love too?”
That wasn’t something Kunikuzushi stopped to think about every day.
“You don’t have to think about that, Kazuha.”
“I like thinking about you and your well-being.”
“My well-being is your well-being, Kazuha.”
“Even if you wreck me in bed?”
“That’s a different matter, and let’s remember we both have similar tastes when it comes to sex.”
“I won’t deny that,” he replied with a smile.
If Kazuha wanted to be the one doing the thrusting, he wouldn’t have any problem with it. Even so, Kunikuzushi supervised each of his movements to make sure he didn’t hurt himself, until the latex was filled with whitish liquid and Kazuha collapsed, exhausted, between his legs.
“I think this is the moment I take control once and for all, right?”
Kazuha’s answer was a nod of his head.
“I thought so.”
Kunikuzushi positioned Kazuha on his back on the bed so that his navel and backside were exposed. He removed the condom carefully, making sure not a single drop stained the pink garment, and pushed Kazuha’s legs up. Only when his eyes followed the line of his knees, leading to Kazuha’s face, did they settle on him thoughtfully.
“Is something wrong?” Kunikuzushi asked.
“I wanted to make you come.”
“You will. Here.”
“I wanted to do it myself.”
Kunikuzushi smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“I’m not sure I want to let you this time, Kazuha. Maybe in another round, but in this one, I need to give you at least a part of me.”
“You’ve already given so much of yourself today.”
“You have too.”
“Then what do you think is the most reasonable thing when we’ve both given so much of ourselves?” Kazuha asked between laughs.
“That you let me secure my victory.”
“I don’t think relationships work like that.”
“I think… they will if we believe they do.”
“That’s why so many couples fail, Kuni.”
“But ours won’t. Do you want me inside you or not?”
Kazuha burst into laughter as Kunikuzushi settled between his arms.
“Yes, Kuni, I want you inside me.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do.”
A few kisses on his forehead, neck, chest, and ears bridged the conversation and the renewed contact with his interior. Kazuha’s hands clutched the fabric of his shirt. Between kisses, Kunikuzushi could feel him smiling,and just imagining it made him open his eyes to confirm it was real.
The rocking unfolded at a slower rhythm than he was used to, not quite as slow as Kazuha’s, but he held to the belief that it meant nothing bad. Kazuha’s muscles felt firm beneath his fingers, his skin soft.
One round was enough to remind him of every detail that made him wake up in the mornings, and a second meant moving without pause, but also remembering how much he longed to feel loved and to make the one he loved feel that the feeling was mutual.
Who knows whether next year they would celebrate Valentine’s Day or whatever it was they had done this year, but one thing he was sure of was that any day with Kazuha was a reason to celebrate.