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“Good morning, Kaoru.” Kojirou greets his partner upon entering the bedroom. “Breakfast is ready when you are.” It’s early, so he takes special care in keeping his voice mild, honeying his words like the toast he has waiting on the table.
“I just need a few more moments.” Kaoru’s calm voice floats through the serene atmosphere of the room, mixing with the particles revealed by the early morning light. He’s draped across the bed like a cat savoring the day’s first spot of sun, his hair spilling over the sheets and pooling around the arm cradling his head.
He’s wearing appropriate attire: his birthday suit, save for a snug pair of boxer briefs hugging his hips.
“Still tired from the last night? It seemed like you slept well, though,” Kojirou says with a hint of worry in his voice.
“I did, actually. I’m just enjoying the sunrise,” Kaoru says, but turns his head to fix Kojirou with his golden eyes that speak of something deeper. “May I ask why you’re feeling me up this early in the morning?”
“Oh!” Kojirou has a hand placed absently on one of his long, toned legs. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t realize,” he apologizes but doesn’t recoil, keeping his touch steady. “I guess I couldn’t help myself. Your legs are so soft and smooth,” he admits, grinning and gliding his hand indulgently up the full length of one, sinew and tendons flexing under the weight of his palm.
“Kojirou… mm… stop that…” Kaoru chides him, though his body speaks differently as his skin sparks visibly under Kojirou’s touch.
“Did you shave them? They feel great.”
“So what if I did? The hair bothers me, and it’s unsightly,” Kaoru snips, his attitude flaring defensively.
“Look, I’m not judging you! It’s a compliment,” Kojirou says, patting his calf gently to defuse him.
“Hm,” Kaoru responds in weak retort. “Then get over here and compliment me more.” He returns his attention to the outside world, body twisting and weeping toward the window like a flower deprived of sunshine.
Kaoru is calling for him to return to bed—Kojirou pauses to let that dawn on him alongside the sun, seconds passing to the beat of eyelashes against his cheeks.
If lingering doubt exists, it’s resolved by the second invitation written on his exposed back: for wandering hands to come and map its contours.
Kojirou complies by crawling his way across the sheets to claim the spot between his shoulders. He fits in the arch of Kaoru’s back as if it were carved out for him, and he holds him to his chest like an instrument of fine craftsmanship, hands playing over him, doing the work of complimenting this body tuned for him alone.
“Mm, feels good Kojirou.” Kaoru breathes out.
This is what he wants to hear. He knows he’s found the right frequency when Kaoru is more pliable, more honest with his words and body, and he doesn’t mind the bit of massaging it takes to get there.
He gathers his hair to the side gently and kisses his way up his neck, pausing to catch a glimpse of Kaoru’s expression: dazed, but content to savor the affection.
“The weather is beautiful today,” Kojirou says, though his fixed gaze only knows what is reflected through Kaoru’s blissed-out eyes, and the sunlit shadows cast over his sublime face.
“It is,” Kaoru returns, pupils flitting to the corners in a likened gesture of appreciation.
“Breakfast is going to get cold.” Kojirou thinks he should give a warning. Every minute his hands linger is another tug of the rope threatening to bind them to this bed for hours, but he knows pulling away too early would be like pulling them from a good dream.
“We can reheat it, right? I’m sure it will still be enjoyable.”
“We can.” Kojirou stunts his words, afraid to say more and risk having his compliment withdrawn.
“So hold me tighter,” Kaoru demands matter-of-factly.
Without protest, Kojirou pulls him closer and rests his chin in the curve of his collar bone. “Want to go for a ride today?”
“On your motorcycle? Or skating?”
“You get to decide. This is your weekend.”
“Then, I wouldn’t mind both. Take me somewhere. I want you to lead me.” Kaoru seeks out his hand and squeezes it tightly in that way he has of speaking wordless affirmations:
Squeeze. (I trust you to take care of me.)
Squeeze. (I love you for it.)
“Ok. Then, let’s ride until we reach our usual place. We can skate until the sun rises again.” Kojirou suggests close to his ear like he’s divulging acts of a more lascivious nature.
“I’d like that.” Kaoru’s face warms with a smile, and it’s a moment so rare and precious to Kojirou—he wants to treasure it forever with the pictures of more innocent times.
Forever. That’s right.
On mornings like this, thoughts click into place the same as their bodies, and everything becomes clear.
Looking beyond the gifted bouquet of sunflowers on the window sill, Kojirou sees their future as clear as the sky: they’ll share many more birthdays, together like this, getting older every day but holding each other just the same.
“I want to protect this happiness with you.”
(Forever.)
He’s sure of this, as sure as the sunrise, for with the morning light comes clarity.
(End.) 🌅🌻