[ ...it looks as if youichi may survive to play ryousuke russian roulette another day. he can almost feel ryo relaxing a little against him, from the way his hands were on his face (this was scary and threatening) to how they've come up to his hair (much more tender). his own shoulders slump a little, though he doesn't go completely off his guard, and kuramochi pulls away just long enough to look at him.
up close like he is, he can see the sweep of ryousuke's long eyelashes, the barest hint of pink if he looks close enough, the blurry outline of his feathers on his periphery. he really does look the part of an angel sometimes, even if in attitude he's more of a devil than anything else.
before he can speak (or worse, buck him off and send him to the ground in what is going to surely be a very long period of groveling) kuramochi kisses him again. this time it's more open mouthed, more probing, hoping to distract him by making out with him. well...it's not a bad plan. he's had worse. ]
[ For now, anyways. Ryousuke can feel the way that Kuramochi seems to relax some, amused by it but not unleashing a merciless tirade just yet. Especially when he can tell that while he's always at his mercy, he's not exactly completely defenseless yet. That's fine. He can wait.
Thumbs sweeping across his temples with an absent kind of fondness, from skin to the short sides of his ridiculous hair, he blinks his eyes open as he pulls back from the kiss. It's just enough that he's look at him through his lashes, head tipped back into the bed and feathers fluffed up still as they regard one another. The morning light filtering in does wonders for Kuramochi, really - his eyes are almost gold, his tanned skin dusted in amber - but he doesn't say anything about it.
Instead, he just lets him initiate another kiss. The simple slide of mouths becomes wet, becomes warmer, and he opens to it easily, humming low in quiet approval. It's really not a bad plan. ]
[ well, that's nice. kuramochi gets a good look at ryousuke as he pulls away, at the way the morning late makes this feel holy, makes 'soulmates' seem way more than an abstract concept that was once kissed across his spine. it's not that he doesn't believe in them--well, he didn't, before, because he used to be bitter and cranky at just about any cute couple wandering around in the streets, because where was his. but now, his happens to be here, and his has been here all along. ryousuke does terrifying things and all youichi can think is, i'd go to jail if that's what it meant to help you.
he'd do anything for the person underneath him right now, anything. groveling to keep from death is not really that bad, because for 95% of the time, kuramochi youichi somehow got in kominato ryousuke's good graces. made him respect him. made him (maybe) fall in love with him, too.
youichi sure knows he loves him, death from tickling included or not. he kisses him with a tenderness that isn't visible on his usual demeanor, with a warmth and passion, ends up keeping his hands on his cheeks and sweeping his thumbs across his cheekbones. ]
[ Finally, finally, Ryousuke relaxes completely underneath Kuramochi. He slides one arm over his shoulder, hooking it so that he can comb his fingers into the back of his ridiculous hair and cradle the back of his head in the kiss. Despite the fact that he's absolutely going to inflict some sort of punishment on him, until he gets an appropriate level of grovelling, it's... probably going to be much lighter than typical, given this form of appeasement. Because he's all sharp edges, danger packed into a deceiving form, but for whatever brutality that makes him less angelic than the rest of his cohort he's made something softer underneath Kuramochi Youichi's touch.
Before he'd run into him, he never wanted his soulmate. He had no interest in finding them, no desire to understand what so many others had talked about, no interest in spending lifetime after lifetime looking for them. After he lost Kuramochi the first time, he'd almost said fuck it, because feeling so complete, so loved, and then losing it all?
Was it worth it? Would it ever be?
Right now, he thinks it is. So Ryousuke kisses him, tentatively putting that emotion into it. It's still difficult for him to feel vulnerability, but like this - pinned down by Kuramochi's weight, blanketed in warmth with rough hands contrasted by a delicate touch, it's a little easier. ]
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up close like he is, he can see the sweep of ryousuke's long eyelashes, the barest hint of pink if he looks close enough, the blurry outline of his feathers on his periphery. he really does look the part of an angel sometimes, even if in attitude he's more of a devil than anything else.
before he can speak (or worse, buck him off and send him to the ground in what is going to surely be a very long period of groveling) kuramochi kisses him again. this time it's more open mouthed, more probing, hoping to distract him by making out with him. well...it's not a bad plan. he's had worse. ]
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Thumbs sweeping across his temples with an absent kind of fondness, from skin to the short sides of his ridiculous hair, he blinks his eyes open as he pulls back from the kiss. It's just enough that he's look at him through his lashes, head tipped back into the bed and feathers fluffed up still as they regard one another. The morning light filtering in does wonders for Kuramochi, really - his eyes are almost gold, his tanned skin dusted in amber - but he doesn't say anything about it.
Instead, he just lets him initiate another kiss. The simple slide of mouths becomes wet, becomes warmer, and he opens to it easily, humming low in quiet approval. It's really not a bad plan. ]
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[ well, that's nice. kuramochi gets a good look at ryousuke as he pulls away, at the way the morning late makes this feel holy, makes 'soulmates' seem way more than an abstract concept that was once kissed across his spine. it's not that he doesn't believe in them--well, he didn't, before, because he used to be bitter and cranky at just about any cute couple wandering around in the streets, because where was his. but now, his happens to be here, and his has been here all along. ryousuke does terrifying things and all youichi can think is, i'd go to jail if that's what it meant to help you.
he'd do anything for the person underneath him right now, anything. groveling to keep from death is not really that bad, because for 95% of the time, kuramochi youichi somehow got in kominato ryousuke's good graces. made him respect him. made him (maybe) fall in love with him, too.
youichi sure knows he loves him, death from tickling included or not. he kisses him with a tenderness that isn't visible on his usual demeanor, with a warmth and passion, ends up keeping his hands on his cheeks and sweeping his thumbs across his cheekbones. ]
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Before he'd run into him, he never wanted his soulmate. He had no interest in finding them, no desire to understand what so many others had talked about, no interest in spending lifetime after lifetime looking for them. After he lost Kuramochi the first time, he'd almost said fuck it, because feeling so complete, so loved, and then losing it all?
Was it worth it? Would it ever be?
Right now, he thinks it is. So Ryousuke kisses him, tentatively putting that emotion into it. It's still difficult for him to feel vulnerability, but like this - pinned down by Kuramochi's weight, blanketed in warmth with rough hands contrasted by a delicate touch, it's a little easier. ]