Soubi’s breath tickles Ritsuka’s skin. His lips are warm and dry against his knuckles. For a moment the ground upends and Ritsuka is certain their feet will slip off the grass and they’ll go hurdling into the blue autumnal sky.
Heat floods Ritsuka’s face. His heart hammers so loudly in his ears he’s not sure he would hear himself if he shouted.
Soubi is trouble. He breaks rules Ritsuka wasn’t even aware of minutes ago. And he does it with such an annoying expression: submissiveness, satisfaction, faint amusement.
Surely Seimei never allowed this.
Maybe that’s why Soubi is so thrilled.