Could I request Allura covering Shiro's face and/or helmet with lipstick kisses? The way you draw Allura's lips makes me really wanna see it! I mean, I always wanna see Shallura, and you're among the premier Shallura artists sooooo....
Congrats, Nonny! This was too cute, so this gets to be my first shallura of the year!! Have some smooches!!
heck i was gonna try to write more but i can’t focus. still too uncomfy to do so . thanks mouth of mine. but i’ll be around tomorrow. if i’m not feeling better by tomorrow then i’m going in to see the doc so that is fun. so to mobile i go .
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Miyuki should expect it. He’s attuned to Sawamura’s moods, now, from the slight fluctuations that signal an imminent outburst or sulk to the tipping point between frustration and anger, happiness and frenzy, embarrassment and upset. He has to: he’s Sawamura’s catcher, and he needs to understand him from his cap to his toes. You take chances with the other team, Chris-senpai told him once, over the creak of an oiled glove, the scrape of cleats too-loud on the ground after the rest of the team had left. Your pitcher, you learn him inside and out, so the only way he can think of you is as a sure thing.
But he doesn’t, for all Kuramochi will later tell him it was obvious. Miyuki is prodding the skin of Sawamura’s forehead, teasing him about the freckles there, and then Sawamura surges forward, eyes wide and defiant, and pushes his mouth against Miyuki’s.
Miyuki’s never been kissed before.
He doesn’t know how this is supposed to feel, if the fast-tight-flutter in his throat or the sudden buzzing in his ears is normal or a result of the world being turned ankles-up because this is the one thing he’d convinced himself Sawamura would never give him. Miyuki has Sawamura’s brown hair in his eyes and Sawamura’s nose digging into the soft flesh of his cheek and Sawamura’s full lips pressing hard enough against his to make his teeth ache, and he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.
He feels the warm breath against his lips before he realizes that Sawamura has pulled back. Miyuki stares at him until his face makes sense as a real thing and not a guilty dream; it takes him a moment more to read the confusion and hurt there.
No, Miyuki thinks. His hands twitch, one at his side, the other in the circle of Sawamura’s fingers. He’s wanted this for so long, helplessly, hopelessly, and he needs Sawamura to know this. Needs him to see how Miyuki’s breaking, falling apart so sweetly and reassembling full of hot, fierce joy and how he needs Sawamura to stay possibly more than he has in his entire time of knowing him.
There are tears forming at the fringe of Sawamura’s lashes. Panic strikes through Miyuki’s chest, sour and stinging. He forces himself to move, cups Sawamura’s face in both hands so that Sawamura will look at him and not turn away.
“Again,” Miyuki says. His voice is hoarse, too tender, not his own. Sawamura’s eyes widen and then crinkle up, the tears spilling over onto Miyuki’s fingers as he starts to laugh.
“You scared me,” Sawamura accuses. He is too loud for their closeness but Miyuki is used to this, and when Miyuki fits his nervous, unpracticed mouth to Sawamura’s once more, neither of them can stop smiling.
