♈ for a dream my muse had about yours
A stern tone filled his ears, but however he tried to focus on the source, he couldn’t discern it – the voice filled his head, chanted his name, but his vision wasn’t clear enough to tell where it came from. His vision was blurry, unable to register the sight before him with clarity. Upon trying to raise his hands to rub at his eyes, they were grasped firmly by the wrists and pulled away.
A warm breeze- no, this was breath; someone had brought their face close to his- hit his face then, a gasp of his own escaping at how, compared to everything else, it felt so real to him. This person was so close the teen could feel their breath in his ( admittedly gaping ) mouth, and then, confident lips met trembling ones-
There was no question as to who it was, somehow – Josuke had no way of knowing, but he knew. His vision wasn’t clear, all he could hear was the person’s voice surrounding him and the faint crashing of waves, distant, unimportant but there, they were somewhere where people could see them— The man was still holding his wrists.
The kiss lasted so long he wondered how he was still able to breathe.
The moment of waking was jarring, and once again he longed for the touching of lips.