Kissed
9. Behind ear
The boy was already running through a dream and the man had refused to return to any of his. The covers were big enough, weren’t they ? They could fit another tired sack of flesh.It wasn’t sleep he had been refusing, it was the building of collapsing memories. Bakura could sort them while counting the folds in the courtains, but not by tripping through a night’s sleep.
Oh, the other was awake enough to jolt the mattress. And hear what was intended as a muted sigh. Maybe if he were to remain with his back to him he would give off the impression of being rested. Maybe if he doesn’t react to the shift in the placement of his locks too…?
The eyes were loud in the dark. The thief had his guard down and Ryou had awoken more than the hairs around the kiss.








