This rp is based off the headcanon that ghouls mate for life.
Uta softly stroked his hand sown Kaneki's back as the male slept beside him. They'd just had a very lengthy lovemaking session. It had been slow and gentle, more of an exploration and worship of the body than anything else. It had been what they both needed. Kaneki had had a breakdown after hunting on his own, and the gentleness that Uta embodied was the only thing that managed to calm him. Now, finally, the white-haired male was sleeping.
Kaneki was so important to the mask maker. Uta had never been one to dabble in physical acts like some ghouls did. Only once, when he had been young and curious, did he try it. But he and Yomo were merely friends, had always been just that. Even when they'd been in the act Uta didn't feel the pull. And hadn't felt it, until Kaneki walked into his mask shop. That day he'd looked at the innocent half-ghoul and thought *Impossible.* The boy was too fragile. Even when he'd admitted liking Kaneki and had agreed to date him, he'd still thought it was impossible.
He didn't fight against it now. Their relationship was one of the few things that grounded Kaneki, kept him as sane as he could be after the torture. Through their relationship, he'd seen moments, flashes of the old Kaneki. They never happened when anyone else was around. But when they were alone, that innocent boy sometimes surfaced. To see white-haired Kaneki get so flustered was a treasure. Smiling down at the sleeping ghoul's back, he pressed his lips to his neck in a gentle kiss, cuddled up next to him, and dozed off.