[ For an angel, Ryousuke knows that he's not particularly conventional, let alone actually angelic. Most of the ones he's known are fairly tame, by comparison, and seem to lovingly cherish their soulmates when they find them in their new lifetimes. Him, he takes great delight in mercilessly teasing his, giving him no quarter regardless of how glad he is to see him again. He's pretty sure he's had a couple of the other angels he and Haruichi have known over the decades call him demonic, rather than angelic, but that's fine. He figures that the affectionate torment is worth the payoff, in the end, for his soulmate.
Besides, if Kuramochi didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't stick around. There hasn't been a lifetime yet where they've been together where he's left - it says something about their relationship. (Besides it being a relief, even if Ryousuke would never admit to it.)
And, anyways, he cherishes him in his own way, contradicting his words with his touch. He's not a complete monster, after all, especially when it feels like it's all buildup to this one moment. Though he's spent a lot of the time making fun of him today - even now, perched in his lap and rocking his hips down to meet the rise of Youichi's - his hands keep betraying him. He runs his fingers through Kuramochi's stupidly styled hair, doesn't pull like he has when he's wanted him down on his level for whatever reason. His hands wander, cradling his face every time he kisses him, running across his shoulders and arms and chest like it's reverent.
He hasn't seen him like this in what feels like it must have been centuries, or seen that wide and almost manic grin, or felt the perfect burn of fullness like this. No matter how he acts, he's missed the hell out of him, out of them, and there's a kind of completeness now that almost leaves him breathless. A rarity, if there ever was one.
There isn't even any thought given to his wings being out right now - they give him better balance right now being spread out, anyways, and he doesn't really have the attention span to tuck them away midfuck - despite the fact this isn't the first time they've reconnected. ]
ayyy, aaaameeeennn.
Besides, if Kuramochi didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't stick around. There hasn't been a lifetime yet where they've been together where he's left - it says something about their relationship. (Besides it being a relief, even if Ryousuke would never admit to it.)
And, anyways, he cherishes him in his own way, contradicting his words with his touch. He's not a complete monster, after all, especially when it feels like it's all buildup to this one moment. Though he's spent a lot of the time making fun of him today - even now, perched in his lap and rocking his hips down to meet the rise of Youichi's - his hands keep betraying him. He runs his fingers through Kuramochi's stupidly styled hair, doesn't pull like he has when he's wanted him down on his level for whatever reason. His hands wander, cradling his face every time he kisses him, running across his shoulders and arms and chest like it's reverent.
He hasn't seen him like this in what feels like it must have been centuries, or seen that wide and almost manic grin, or felt the perfect burn of fullness like this. No matter how he acts, he's missed the hell out of him, out of them, and there's a kind of completeness now that almost leaves him breathless. A rarity, if there ever was one.
There isn't even any thought given to his wings being out right now - they give him better balance right now being spread out, anyways, and he doesn't really have the attention span to tuck them away midfuck - despite the fact this isn't the first time they've reconnected. ]