[ 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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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. ]