I do not own Digimon :pouts:
Engagement
Ken was smiling dreamily up at the ceiling. Then he realized what he was doing, and quickly pulled his face into a more dignified expression.
Daisuke was curled against his side, head on his shoulder. Soft crimson hair tickled his cheek and neck, then fell back to mingle with his own indigo strands. Erratic breaths brushed warm air across the rapidly cooling skin of his chest. Warm fingertips lazily traced nonsense shapes along his ribs. But greater than any physical sensation was the bond that now existed between them, forged of burning passion and pure love.
Ken's hand left off rubbing circles on Daisuke's shoulder and slowly meandered down to the hand on his chest. He laced their fingers together, and gently lifted their entwined hands until they were illuminated by the moonlight. On Ken's ivory hand was the silver ring that Daisuke had given him for his eighteenth birthday, set with a glimmering amethyst. Daisuke's caramel hand was similarly decorated, the opal in the gold band Ken had given him a few hours before gleaming in the moonshine.
Daisuke slowly pulled their hands down to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles. He looked up into Ken's dilated violet eyes, broad smile softening and brown eyes radiant with love. "When do you want to get married?"
The dreamy smile snuck back onto Ken's face and made itself comfortable.