"You know, you don't look at all like a girl right now." Kakeru's eyes flashed in the dark as he leaned down to gingerly kiss Yuki as if he were the most important person in his life.
"Right now?" Yuki bit his lip when he felt the insignificant desire to demand a better answer; he refused to be that childish.
"Yeah," Kakeru grinned his customary wide grin and leaned down to kiss Yuki's lips as if chasing the answer that they only brought him.
The room that was merely lit by the moonlight outside the window faded into silence as Kakeru contemplated his words, feeling the immense desire to truly treasure and cherish Yuki, provide him with a lot of love even while in the dark.
"I love you." He settled on, lacking words that could carry more weight, more beauty than the ones he clung to now.
Yuki's eyes flicked up to meet his, "I love you too." It was simple and definitely not as over the top as Yuki's family tended to be, but Kakeru really, really wanted Yuki to feel loved.
He leaned down to kiss first one of Yuki's eyelids and then carried on to the do the same to the other, feeling the slight flutter like gentle butterflies' wings against his lips as if Yuki was at once trying to fly away.
Kakeru couldn't help but kiss Yuki's lips then, feeling the silent promise spread like fire between their lips as he tried to tell him that they could make it work, always and forever even if it may be a little hard; 'you don't have to fly away.'
He leaned closer, feeling soft skin beneath his own as he gingerly kissed Yuki's neck, tracing the beats of his pulse beneath his lips; it felt truly magical to cling to the life so close to his, so beautiful and touching towards his own.
He traced his down to his chest, kissing right above his heart, the organ that helped bring him here, that kept him alive and filled him with such warmth.
Kakeru lacked the words for this moment, lacked the beautiful prose that some people could convey and was no where near a poet's romanticism or ease of tongue; he could try to tell him everything through soft and gentle kisses.
"I love you." He couldn't help repeating, welcoming the gentle silence as Yuki watched his best friend turned lover gently kiss all over his body, try to write his words with the invisible ink of kisses onto his skin.
Kakeru continued to press closer, drawn in by the gentle heat of love rather than the burning passionate of other feelings that consumed and wore him out on other days.
He wanted to trace those perfect words from the quiet moments together into skin and find the welcoming home there; he wanted to make Yuki happier than anything, relieve him of every insecurity that ached and tore at his heart.
Kakeru pressed down with closed eyes and longed to never stop kissing the pale flesh that lied beneath his lips now as he traced invisible patterns without watching where they'd take him.
Yuki gingerly let his fingers rest on Kakeru's head, tangled in black hair; 'it's okay. You don't have to.'
Kakeru gave one last kiss, one last beautiful remainder for the night before tomorrow he'd give more remainders, more love following words and actions for his best friend, the man that made him feel whole.