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Kazuha had been particularly gentle, that night: he touched him softly, delicately, brushing his lips against Heizou’s warm skin, and the sighs Heizou let out were slight, light, volatile, and tasted like sugar.
Heizou himself was crying and smiling, and asking for more, more of those sweet kisses and more of their skin touching, more of Kazuha’s caring gaze into his green eyes, half-closed, wet, hazy with alcohol and pleasure; more of his gentle words, of his soothing touch, of his thin lips, he wanted to drown into him, he wanted not to exist if Kazuha did not exist.
Kazuha smiled and wiped away the thin traces that tears had left on Heizou’s cheeks, “What have you gotten drunk on,” he murmured in his ears, every word measured to express all of the unconditional love he loved Heizou with, the same love that could push him until the borders of the world, for him and only him.
Heizou would have loved to answer him, but his throat seemed to refuse to articulate anything but his lover’s name, which was slipping out of Heizou’s lips like the softest of supplications.
“Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha,” as if Heizou could make him more alive in front of him, just by calling his name, but he had no need to do that; I am here, Kazuha himself assured, brushing softly his knuckles against Heizou’s wet cheeks, don’t worry: I am here and I am yours.
That awareness filled Heizou with a happiness so deep and overwhelming, he just couldn’t hold his tears.
And he cried desperate tears, soft and full of quiet desperation, of sweet love and caring attention and quiet desperation, if he thought about the terrifying emptiness Kazuha left by his side every time they couldn’t be together, if he thought about how cold his hands seemed if his lover’s weren’t holding them.
Kazuha hid in the smile he gifted Heizou all of the love the world had ever harboured, took his hand and kissed his fingers; when he bent over Heizou, his light coloured hair tickled him.
“You get so sweet when you are drunk, Heizou…”
He spoke while watching him in the eyes, with the softest and most sincere gaze that could have ever existed, and Heizou felt warmth blooming in his chest, right where Kazuha had left his evanescent kisses.