This takes place in the future, with Soubi thinking he's ready to just have Ritsuka move in with him. Thus, a job.
Morning was too bright. It burned in Soubi's eyes, like the light people see when they die. Not like he'd know. He shoved his hands deep into his trenchcoat pockets, digging in search of warmth his fingers couldn't find. Winter mornings were the worst.
The night before, he had taken Ritsuka for the first time. From the moment he first saw the teenager, he had felt this warm glow inside his chest whenever the kid was around. Love at first sight, right? Soubi wouldn't know. He had been ordered to love the child, commanded to dote on him. But when he actually met the boy, something clicked. He had become attached, helplessly lost in those eyes.
Those ridiculous, beautiful violet eyes.
Thinking about Ritsuka, Soubi's breath hitched in his throat, small mist coming like fog from his lips. There would be snow soon, he figured. It was better than it being a dead winter, where the grass was mottled and the trees were gray. Snow sparkled, glistened, and cleansed. Snow promised spring.
That morning when he woken up, the bitter taste of work lingered on his tongue. Seeing that small frame against his, unconsciously seeking his skin in midst of sleep, Soubi would've screwed it all and just stayed there. But he knew better. Work paid the bills. When he had first met Ritsuka, they had both been students, but since Soubi graduated he had become an art teacher. It was a relaxed job. It had been a good two years since they had met, and finally Ritsuka was his, and someday he hoped to invite his sweetheart to come live with him.
Ritsuka had been so warm in his sleep, his small hands balled up against Soubi's broad chest. The sentouki had relished it, the way that Ritsuka's body tucked so perfectly into his. His dark brunette locks had been paintbrush strokes against the pillow, a masterpiece all in its own, and all Soubi could do was watch pensively. Worrying about him. Loving him. Watching him.
He was surprised when Ritsuka woke up in that silence, his eyes flickering open wearily. Even with purplish bags under his eyes, Soubi was captivated with his surreal beauty. Every little thing his beloved did was alluring. His fluttering eyelashes, his parted lips painted with roses, his slender fingers clutching the bedsheets, his arched spine- even the sweet grumble that he emitted in the mist of his stretch; all was there, enticing the man.
He watched, and didn't move.
Looking at the snow again, Soubi felt a thick cloud of nostalgia overwhelm him, and he stopped walking for a moment. Whipping out his trusty cell phone, he typed up an email - just for Ritsuka.
Good morning. May I have a kiss?
Moments passed. The minutes ticked by. When his phone tweedled at him he immediately flipped it open, eyes warming at the name of his sacrifice. It was right there, pressed into the screen.
Work hard at your job today.
Chu.
The only reason I asked if him for kisses was because those were my favorite. Not the ones where I would slip my tongue into his mouth. Not the kind that would leave his eyes churning with lust and his chin slobbery. No, my favorite Ritsuka kisses were the ones that were sweet and small.
Chu. Like a kitten's mew. Chu.