Mikey is puddy in Takemichi’s hands.
Although, Mikey is clingy (embarrassingly so) and “one more kiss” ’s his way into 30 more minutes of kisses, he gets very very very overwhelmed by them.
His stomach will start to squirm, his face will burn, and his heart will thunder in his chest so loud and so fast he’s scared it’ll stop working on him. His brain turns to mush and all he can think about, all he can feel is Takemichi’s hands, and his warmth, and he’s so… so blue and sweet and lips and arms and chest and tongue and and and
Mikey will whine and grip at his shoulders, his arms, his elbows, not knowing if he wants to push him away or pull him closer. When Takemichi pulls away, he can’t tell if he wants more or needs a second to catch his breathe. His lips burn, but he can’t tell if it’s good or too much.
All he can think is Takemitchy Takemitchy Takemitchy.
Takemichi drinks up his soft sounds, pulls him flush to his body, grounding him but also makes his body feel as though he’s on Cloud 9.
When Takemichi does finally pull away, all that’s left in his wake is a dreamy-eyed, swollen-lip, flushed Mikey.
“Invincible Mikey” my ass, Takemichi thinks amusedly.
























