~ The only warning I can give is that this holds a disgusting amount of fluff.
It was odd.
The feeling that was currently coursing through him was a calm yet excitable one as he watched the one he loved sleep beside him, only his face and a tiny bit of his bare shoulder was visible due to the fact that their thick cream coloured duvet covered him.
However, Clear knew that Aoba was completely naked underneath, spent from their nightly activities. Making love with Aoba was something that Clear held close to him, it was a precious moment that only he shared with the blue haired man.
He could feel more emotions when consumed in passion and he enjoyed the noises that Aoba made whenever he touched him; even when he touched the other with his gloves still on Aoba would groan into his ear deliberately.
Clear moved a little closer to his lover, arms coming around his slim waist and his head nuzzling into the crook of Aoba's neck so he could breathe in the warm scent that sent chills through his body.
"Aoba-san," he whispered with a big smile upon his lips, a small pink blush was lightly dusting his cheeks when his lover's lips moved slightly as he slept; a small sigh escaping him after Clear's lips had graced the skin on his neck.
Precious.
That is the word that Clear would use to describe the person in his arms, that and extremely beautiful. Aoba had been the one to show him that he too could be human and he was the first person Clear dared to show his face to.
Yes, Aoba Seragaki was a precious person to Clear.
How could somebody so beautiful not be precious? Clear couldn't think of him any other way and reached over Aoba's sleeping form, gently taking a hold of his warm hand and slinking his fingers through.
A short time has passed since the moment where he had asked Aoba if he could touch him before he died, that moment was magical and it sent thrills through him even though he was throbbing in pain.
He now needn't ask Aoba for his permission to touch him; it was something that the other expected from Clear since they became a strong couple on the day of Clear's return.
"Aoba-san," Clear whispered again, his lips brushing against Aoba's pale earlobe, "I love you. I love you so much," he then moved and placed another kiss on his boyfriend's cheek, pulling his hand towards his lips so he could also place gentle kisses upon it.
"Clear?" the sound of that wonderful voice startled him and he immediately moved away from the blue haired man in case he was angry that he had touched him when he was trying to get some sleep.
"Sorry, I woke you up,"
Aoba smiled at the bare back of Clear and shuffled closer to him where he playfully bit into the man's shoulder, blushing quite darkly when Clear let slip a low moan.
"You were watching me sleep again weren't you," it wasn't a question, Aoba was fully aware of those warm eyes looking over him protectively when he was sleeping.
Clear wriggled beneath the sheets for a second before flipping over and facing the, currently smirking, blue.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how to stop doing it," he murmured as he watched Aoba's hands trace his forearm, the touch was surprisingly intimate.
"Clear, I understand why you do it; you shouldn't feel like you have to apologise," Aoba's lips found the corner of his own, slowly moving into a tender kiss.
A gentle hum came from the android when his lover's arms wrapped around his shoulders and slipped his fingers through his thick white hair.
Clear always enjoyed the feeling of Aoba's fingers tangled in his hair and whether they were gentle in intimate moments like this or so rough he nearly pulls out a clump of his hair in their passionate moments; he just loved it.
"Sorry," the word just slipped out when they pulled apart from each other and by the looks of things Aoba wasn't too impressed.
"You're sorry for saying sorry?" he snorted moving his head to the side, his blue hair falling over his face as he laughed, "I love you Clear," he chuckled keeping one hand on the back of Clear's head and the other resting lamely over his own.
