Warmth

Just a little love between Bakura and Ryou. Told from Bakura's perspective. I've always thought Bakura would be a soft lover for Ryou.

I felt the weight in my arms move enough to give the cold air access to my exposed skin. I moaned and pulled it closer. The warmth coming from the being I was holding was amazing. Its warmth from its body was nothing compared to the warmth I found in my heart at the thought of all the little things he did.

His smile. The way his lips curled up crinkling up his nose and the glitter in his eyes. The soft brown covered in speckles of lighter brown like chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips in it. A sure way to make him smile.

His touch. The way he touched my skin to wipe away the chocolate on my cheek. Me returning favor by licking his finger. Him returning the favor to my lips. The way his cheeks light up like fire on the first time he felt the underneath of my shirt. His soft kisses had lead to him losing grip on innocence and rushing into my world of hardness. The world where innocence didn't thrive. The world where feeling skin was decent. The flames it put in my gut from tainting his small ways.

His excitement. When I pulled away from his kisses and told him to wait. The look in his eyes was excitement when I told him we should wait till we where ready. The kiss he gave me was a warm one thanking me for my kindness to his wishes.

The look in his eyes when I puled the small object from my pocket. The burning in my throat as I croaked the words. "I love you the way Ra loves Khonsu." The way he kissed me this time was not warm with kindness or need this time it was from need. The need to show me his love. The warmth I felt on his skin even as I was removing clothes.

The warmth of his breath as it hiccuped from my pace and pounding into him. The warmth in his hands as he pulled me closer and moved against me. The warmth in his breath as he whispered more. I gave in to his whisper and let the full force of my love take control of us. The warmth that radiated in the room from his small body litter with sweat.

His moans. The warmth I felt on my chest as he moaned my name. I gave the same treatment to him in perfect unison giving him warmth inside his whole body I moaned his name and laid on his chest. He kissed me once more with a different warmth before we fell asleep. The warmth of his body in my arms as he slept and he slowly moved in his sleep.

His breath. The warmth of his breath on my wrist as he breathed onto my arm. The same way he had breathed on my neck last night.

I loved the warmth he gave to me. In all his amazing ways.

I loved him and his warmth.

I loved his warmth.

I loved him.

I spoke to him in the same way he spoke. I said the words I had said last night. Breathlessly and warm, I love you, Ryou.