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[nagawakizashi-blog]

 Fidgety for a while already, Honebami broke the kiss and tilted his head to one side, thus blocking the predictable attempt at silencing him with another kiss. His questions and hesitations had delayed this moment for far too long, he knew, but there was still one last concern to be voiced.

    "Are you sure you want to do this...?"

 Tsurumaru couldn't help but laugh; he'd made the offer himself, yet Honebami was the one asking if he had any doubts. And he was averting his gaze too...

    "Now, why wouldn't I?"

 He began to undress the wakizashi as he spoke. Doing away with the pants was easy enough, but his fingers were unaccustomed to Western-styled clothing and had some trouble fumbling with the buttons of Honebami's shirt.

       "Well... I did not know that you liked me in this kind of way, too..."

 Fortunately, the younger sword was patient, and amazed enough just by observing the crane's expressions: his furrowed brow, cheeks reddened in the heat of the moment, gleaming eyes of gold, the slightly parted lips that would sometimes be bitten on (every time he exposed more and more of the other's body, but Honebami hadn't taken notice of the pattern).

     "I am not the sort of person that others feel drawn to." He continued,                "Like you, or nii-san, or... most others here."

 Ah, so that's what this was about. He should've known earlier, Tsurumaru thought; after all, not long ago the lover currently under him believed himself unworthy of affection, so it was no wonder that he would consider unreal the idea of being seen as attractive. No good, no good. Perhaps, if he could get those thoughts out of Honebami's mind, he would get an interesting surprise.  Impatient, he was unable to wait until the buttons were all done with; whenever he managed to get one out of the way, his hands would gently tug at the shirt to open it more, and plant a kiss to mark his new discovery.  The wakizashi shuddered, still unacquainted with the feeling of arousal. It was strange, it was frustrating, but he couldn't bring himself to back away when his body was eager for more. For Tsurumaru it was just all the more tempting how the Toushirou, despite having to overcome his shyness, insecurities and shame, so willingly waited to be taken. Did he really want this so much? Was he even conscious of the way his hips were subtly moving against his own? It was hard to have restraint and remain gentle like this...

             "I'll show you, Honebami..."

 Tsurumaru slid up to whisper into the other's ear and in the meantime, his hands traveled down the finally uncovered chest of a softness blemished only by the occasional battle scar along the way. After coming to a halt at the hips one slid under the clothes, between the thighs.

                     "I'll show you how wrong you are."

[nagawakizashi-blog]

((I did iT,, it turned out longer than expected tho oops))

              Often, Honebami didn’t dare to do anything further than holding Urashima’s hand when they hung out together. They’d sit outside, on the grass, and the Kotetsu would casually place his hand on Honebami’s lap, where the latter would intertwine their fingers together or caress them, tracing every contour. As Urashima chattered about just every topic that came to mind, the older wakizashi’s mind would sometimes wander off, simply relaxed by the comforting sound of his crush’s voice, which many found a bit too energetic to actually have any sort of soothing properties.

           In one of those moments, Urashima did notice that no attention was being paid to his conversation anymore. But it didn’t bother him; he was already used to the difficulties of communicating with the quietest Toushirou, and if anything, the fact that Honebami could drop his guard with him only proved the strength of their bond.

           But he decided to take a little advantage of that moment of distraction. His free hand carefully met Honebami’s cheek, so soft it was and so easily it blushed once the contact had been perceived, eliciting a grin and a hearty “Heheh!” from the younger one as Honebami turned his head towards him.

           They stayed like that for a while. Urashima gently cupping his hand around Honebami’s face, and Honebami listening to him. Both however far more focused on each other’s eyes, the sunny greens and the nocturnal violets, ones half-closed with laughter and the others giving off the always wide, piercing stare despite the lack of bad intent. At some point, silence ensued. Then came a question that honestly, neither of them had seen coming.

           “Honebami-kun…                     can I kiss you?”

          And oh how it deepened, the blush tinting both boys pink up to their ears. And yet Honebami did not flinch. Perhaps, he was already aware of his own wish for it to happen, if only internally enough to make it an unconscious feeling. The Kotetsu’s smile now had a shy, apologetic demeanor to it, which Honebami couldn’t help but find endearing and by the time he had mustered up the courage to give a single nod as consent, Urashima was already leaning in closer, slowly. When the tips of their noses touched, he was stopped by his own nervousness. Another laugh, soft as a whisper, left his lips, so close to Honebami’s.

           He never expected the Toushirou to finish the job himself.

           Tilting his head to the side in a slightly miscalculated angle, Honebami’s lips clumsily pressed against the other’s; so soft, so warm and tender, Urashima thought, yet it felt like his heart was going to run away from his chest any second. The hand that was on Honebami’s cheek slid to entangle itself between silky white locks and made the kiss linger on for more than the other had intended. Both too timid and clueless to know of anything else, the swords were more than content with such a contact, so simple yet intimate, letting both feel each other’s warmth, their scent, their synced heartbeats.

           As slowly as they had leaned in they pulled apart, just enough for Urashima to rest his forehead on Honebami’s. Embarrassment had finally set in the white-haired one who now stubbornly avoided the other’s gaze despite the closeness.

  “Aw, Honebami-kun,” Urashima pouted, “C’mon… I wanna tell you that I like you now!”

           Dark eyes instantly stared to the front, widening with shock.

           “Heh.” Despite how flustered he was, Urashima certainly kept his spirit.                   “I love you.”

[arizonanxva]

 The moon, it was a place back when The Watcher was still alive that Sam could go to and vent his problems to. It wasn’t like shouting into the void like it was now when he returned, settling on a boulder near the bust he’d made in tribute to his old friend. Even with the image of The Watcher there, it had started to become like he was talking to nobody at all. At first, he’d still felt like maybe part of the Watcher, his being...whatever...had remained there on the moon. But now that just seemed like some hopeless, desperate thought.  “...I get it, you’re not here anymore. I should move on. I mean, It’s stupid...my dad is back, I should be able to tell HIM all this stuff! But I can’t...” Truth be told he wasn’t even sure he should be wearing the Nova helmet at the moment. His dad’s helmet, not his own, “...He was a waaay better Nova than me...I know, but what am I supposed to do when I can’t be Nova anymore? ...I guess when the Hulk did me in for a bit, it was fine...I mean I managed to catch up and....look at me, now I’m talking to a rock!”   Sam gripped the sides of his helmet for a moment before he slid off the boulder he’d been seated on, plucking up a rock to toss...it didn’t have half the same satisfaction as chucking a stone on Earth would have. Why did he expect it to be the same here? Did he forget he was in space? It was some stupid slip of the mind,small,but it irritated him more so.