He’s got it bad. Takayuki knows that much. From the first time Masaharu Kaito had punched him into the next week to the first time he called him Taabou to the first time he’d gotten to be close to him, to know him and speak with him and be with him– it feels like for years now Takayuki’s only ever been building up to this.
He’s read about great loves: stories of fools who fall when they’re young, who continue to love no matter what, who eventually get the chance to be with their person. But for all that he’d dream of having the same thing for himself, he’d never really imagined he’d get it.
He can’t help the laugh of disbelief, nor can he stop the chuckle in his throat as he lifts his head enough to kiss Masaharu’s lips again.
“I love you,” he says, meaning it, and though his hand leaves Masaharu’s chest to cup his face instead, Takayuki’s kiss is deep and passionate and longing… but it’s not like he can ever get enough of Masaharu, anyway.
With his tongue in his lover’s mouth, Takayuki’s hands roam down his body once more, ending with his fingers hooking in his underwear and tugging. Let me take it off, please, please, please.
With Takayuki, it never truly felt wrong loving a man. Sure, there was the worry of how he might be perceived, initially, but it melted away far quicker than probably anyone really expected. Maybe it helped knowing Matsugane was in a near identical position as Masaharu is. He never once questioned the kind of man his late former patriarch was, but he knew exactly what he meant to Genda-sensei.
And love’s never felt so sincere or passionate for Masaharu. He knew what he had with Mikiko was love, but even at its best, it never felt this effortless. He’s heard true love felt like this, and he truly thought he’d had it before. But then Taabou kissed him and he knew there was nothing he’d experienced that was anywhere close to this.
A breathy chuckle leaves parted lips as he feels the insistent tug on the few pieces left on him. He pulls back just enough to look up at his partner with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
“Since when do you need permission to take what you want, Taabou?”
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