Title: Years
Pairing: Kamijo/Teru
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Synopsis: Teru and Kamijo are alone with a scrapbook
Memories were beautiful. Each year a segment of pages chronicled their friendship. Their journey. And most recently, their love. Teru had kept a scrapbook since he started in the visual kei scene, but recently was concentrating on a single band. The band he joined and met the man who made him feel everything good that could possibly be felt.
Sitting on the couch, wearing his shorts and a tank top, Teru sipped a glass of wine and flipped through the book, smiling at the memories. His fingers grazed the smooth sheet holders, touching the photos and mentally reliving the days each photo was taken.
Then, there were arms around him. Long, powerful arms, pulling the smaller male into the other's lap. Snaking around his waist, they held him close. "Kamijo-sama~" the boy whispered, leaning back and looking up at the handsome blonde.
In response, their lips met softly, momentarily. It was lovely~ The taller male loved those soft, thin lips. Always pink and delicious. His lips curled into a beautiful smile against those pale pink lips. "Little Teru-chan, what are you thinking?" he whispered against his lips.
There was no real answer. Everything was on his mind. Kamijo was, the pictures in the scrapbook were, everything. His own lips lifted at the corners, producing a charming little smile. "Just thinking about how much I miss your long golden hair. Remember that?" Teru asked him, lifting his hand to run through the new brunette locks.
"Is that so? I miss those little shorts you'd wear~ The ones that showed over your little thighs," Kamijo whispered into his ear, placing his hands on the insides of Teru's thighs and making the smaller male wriggle cutely in his lap. Quickly, he shut the scrapbook and set it aside and turned to sit in Kamijo's lap, facing him now and wrapping his arms around his neck.
"You shouldn't touch me like that," the boy whispered, leaning forward. Kamijo met him halfway, taking his lips sweetly and kissing him deeply. Teru's neck craned to meet the taller male in a sensual lip lock. Hands found his neck, massaging the sensitive skin and making the boy underneath him shudder cutely.
Without another word, Kamijo pushed Teru onto his back, moving on top of him and smirked handsomely at him. "Mine," he whispered before taking his lips once more.