He needed Shuuhei. Now. Always. Forever.
Inhaling the scent of his black hair, his skin, he traced his lips across the soft flesh that joined Shuuhei's neck. Shuuhei gasped softly, with shock or pleasure, Kensei didn't know.
Turning Shuuhei around he saw that the younger man's eyes were closed, relaxed. Bending, Kensei kissed Shuuhei, savoring his taste, teasing Shuuhei's lips with his tongue, devolving within when Shuuhei sighed in longing.
When he pulled back, his mouth hovering close to Shuuhei's, before Shuuhei murmured softly.
"Good morning Captain."
"Mmm…good morning Shuuhei."
"You shouldn't call me Shuuhei, Captain…"
"And you shouldn't call me Captain..."
"Oh, S-Shut up!"
"Mmm…don't want to…"
"baka."