Painstakingly gentle...
Kaito's fingers ghost over my skin briefly but nonetheless sensually, sending tremors through my whole being. I can't help but lean into his touches, his loving caresses
...Pleasure
At the end of it all, I'm the one that has fallen in love.
In the dim-lit room echoes voices. Pants and purrs, pleas and groans - my voice. The embarrassing sound doing nothing but urge him on.
Part of me is enjoying it immensely while the other part screams, shouts and protests at my feeble resistance.
...From my nape, neck, shoulders, clavicle, chest... His teeth marks me
"Aoko" He whispers right into my ears, ragged breath, chocolate and silk...It doesn't surprise me. I knew. I knew it all along that I'm the only one in love.
...His hands got fiercer. Kissing, nipping, biting. But still...tenderness dripping from his every move.
He treasures her, protects her and loves her so blindly. But I'm not any different. I love him... Egoistically, deafly and defiantly. I hold onto these feelings, hold onto this false sense of warmth, hold onto a temporary hapiness.
...He suddenly flips me over. Under the pressure of those pool of indigo clouded with lust, something tugs at my heartstring.
"I love you... I love you... I love you"
Like a mantra, he said, louder every single time. Truthful, passionate, desperate... every one of them. Only, those feelings aren't meant for me.
He was falling apart. Leaving just "Kaito", who is utterly different from his cheerful self. "Kaito", who is all wounded up, upheld together with duct tape. "Kaito", who is still undeniably in love with Aoko.
For once, I allow my guard to lower and offer him my best comfort as that is all I can do.
...And so, after this forever secured night, I can, yet again, eloquently go back to being Kudo Shinichi, the ever composed detective image I used to be.
"Aoko" He chants over and over, kissing me until my senses blurred - soft, slow and bittersweet. But still, a toe-curling gentleness that's inadequate of words.
"Kaito"