Move

They have gotten this far yet Tezuka is afraid of taking the next step. They are on his bed, in a house without parents. Why is he being so cautious? The first time they did it, everything flowed so easily. They both had followed their desires, engulfed by lust, and the deed was done. But now that Tezuka's mind is calmer and filled with consideration towards his lover, he moves with hesitation. He wants this to be special.

Fuji chuckles, caressing Tezuka's cheek with soft, thin hands, "I won't break, I promise." Fuji gently pulls Tezuka on top of himself as he lies down; his endlessly blue eyes staring straight into Tezuka's light brown ones.

They lovingly touch each other; lukewarm caresses slowly turning into searing grasps. They kiss until their tongues grow tired and continue kissing till their lips are bruised. Heated pants float about like puffs, adding to the stickiness of the air. Every part of their bodies tingles from anticipation, from love. "More."

Tezuka kisses a silent 'I love you' onto Fuji's forehead and then starts to enter him, closing his eyes to hold on to the bit of control he has left. Fuji buries his head in Tezuka's shoulder; he is drowning in the bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure. He weakly wraps his arms around Tezuka's neck and mouths the permission to move.

They soak up in each other, the bed's creaks becoming louder than Fuji's strangled moans. Their slow, loving pace speeds up, nearing an end. Fuji's nails dig into Tezuka's back as a flash of white rips through both their minds. And they sink into the bed together, exhausted.

Fuji melts into the contours of Tezuka's body, settling peacefully in his arms. He places his own silent 'I love you' onto Tezuka's chest; finally, they are one.