With the moon shining as that of a goddess, dress in the pureful and power drapes of white. Unknowing of the cast of light was doing. Putting itself to shame.
Where a being, in flesh of kissing soft skin. A face of youth fame with earthy, uncaring, dark shade of tawny locks. Lashes flutter in peace thanks to dreamland, warning off awareness from coming near the young adult. Feather feeling bow lips move unknowing to the world, letting meaningless words hollow out for others to hear.
A hand not of this god sent being, wonder over the skin not covered by silk sheets, harm to the touch of those cool hands. The being not knowing of leaning into the touch.
Sending a lusty beam for the other to leave kiss, nips, and other signs of ownership. Not want anyone to take. Envy already play in knowing that this one must share with life, letting its moon, sun, winds, rain, and much else see this being.
The thought of locking this gift of his way, came to mind, many, many, too many, times of doing just that. But the thoughts of seeing the face of the youth sad and unhappy with his lover, made those thoughts stay away.
If only that could work for those who wish to steal this being of love away. The viewer would never let that happen. Kill him first and then you'll see if he goes down without fighting.
But those thoughts are for when he was alone and not near his love. Where he could think of bring happiness and such to this wonderful being.
Another kiss came, out of reflex, to calm not just him, but both.
"Rest well Misaki, for when you awake. My plans to bring you joy are not far behind." The man said with a smile, again running his over the being, stopping near the face. "Lots." And lean in to get one more taste of those lips that seem to coated in sweetness to him, only wanting to do the simple motion again, but stop.
Calling it a night. A short one. But a night like any other. Bring the young love closer to the older man. Breathing in mix air that floated in the room and his love to lull him to sleep.