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KawaBoru Week: Day Two
Prompt: Travel "Where you go, I go"
The best part of Kawaki's work was that he was able to travel freely all over the world. He made his own schedule, went as he pleased and did whatever he wanted, when he wanted. The twenty-five year old was born in Japan but had moved to and grown up in America. His traveling had only begun once he'd reached the early years of adulthood.
It was thanks to his skills as a painter that permitted him the ability to wander to different countries and numerous cities over the past seven years. The places he frequented most were Japan, because he had a fondness of painting the castles. He'd always been fascinated with their structures, the scenery around them and the overall scheme.
Kawaki also appreciated the beauty of the cherry blossom trees in full bloom. During the spring, he always visited Japan in order to paint the places he cherished most of all.
Italy was another place with scenery beautiful enough it pulled him in occasionally. The coliseums in Rome were a favorite of his, but all of the tourist attractions made him wish to paint them. The Philippines as well. Their beaches were gorgeous and he'd even been lucky enough to witness a volcano erupting and capture it in a painting that had been one of his best sellers.
The painter had a few homes, two in America, and one in Japan but he was traveling so often that when he was staying at those places, the longest he stayed was no more than two weeks. Sometimes he rented beautiful vacation homes at those places and stayed up to a couple weeks. Kawaki was often visiting museums which displayed his work. Those were not the only places he sold his works for good fortunes, but he enjoyed going to them.
Today, he arrived in a place he had never been before. Paris, France. His plane landed in the early afternoon and a cab drove him to the place he rented. Since he had only come for the first time, Kawaki wanted to stay for at least two weeks. The home was rented for an entire month though because that was the only availability. It was fine by him, there were many unknown places to him that he needed to explore. Sometimes the places most interesting to him were not the main tourist attractions—but places that were, for the most part, unnoticeable to the general population.
Kawaki had a good eye though. He noticed things most didn't—saw the beauty in everything, even the things that were, to most, uninteresting. He could turn such things into works of art that people were willing to pay good money for.
Aside from a few snacks, Kawaki hadn't eaten anything. He didn't have a huge appetite, but he did want something to eat after settling into his rented home. The city was beautiful, everything he anticipated for a place as lovely as Paris.
He arrived at a small cafe that looked sleek and modern, decorated lightly in whites, beiges and pale pinks. It was a comfortable environment, somehow warm and inviting.
Kawaki took a seat by a window, marveling at the beautiful, sunny day outside, the brightened shielded by lightly tinted windows. The place smelled of baked goods and coffee. It was a relaxing smell that put Kawaki at ease. There was a muted cream colored paper menu upon the table, listing only the brews they offered for their coffees. He was just skimming over it in search of foods when a server arrived at his table.
"Bonjour, monsieur. Je vous écoute ?" A soft and bright voice asked him. He looked up to find a short and petite blond wearing an apron, smiling politely as blue eyes observed him.
Kawaki cleared his throat, it having been a while since he was in a place where he wasn't familiar with the language at all. "Damn," it was the first time he'd heard French in person and it truly was a very attractive language. "English? Japanese?" He called the words in English which he was most fluent in, surely the server would know them.
"Français?" The blond asked, tiling his head a little in what appeared to be amusement.
Kawaki couldn't deny, even with a few words, he thought that French was the sexiest language he'd ever come across, but he had no idea what the blond was saying. Something to do with France?
"Fuck, you only know French?" Kawaki frowned though he wasn't completely against it. His brows furrowed and he turned the paper menu towards the blond, trying to ignore how undeniably cute he was and how those blue eyes seemed to see straight through him. "Coffee," he pointed at what appeared to be a regular, but strong brew. "And cinnamon bun," he added, pointing at the baked good right after.
"Très bon choix." He nodded as his smile widened. "C'est dommage que vous ne parlez pas Français . . ." The server sighed lightly, expression turning a little bashful. "Cela sonnerait tellement beau venant de vous "
Kawaki wasn't sure what to make of the blond, all he knew was he'd be happy hearing him talk to him for the rest of his life. "That sounds… really fucking hot, but sorry, don't understand a word of it." Still, he was able to smile about it, feeling a bit smug at the way the server's cheeks flushed.
Maybe he understood him and just couldn't respond in his language? Maybe Kawaki should've been embarrassed if that was the case, but he wasn't.
"C'est mignon." The blond giggled before taking his menu from him. "Je reviendrai avec votre commande sous peu."
"Whatever it is, alright." Kawaki smirked, elbow propped on the table while his cheek rested in his hand, his grey eyes never leaving the blond. He had to learn his name somehow.
"Monsieur, ne me regardez pas comme ça." He fake gasped, holding the menu against his chest. "Vous allez me donner des idées."
"Fucking cute. What the hell are you saying? Honestly, I don't fucking care." Kawaki grinned and winked at the blond, while blowing a kiss at him. At least that would get through clearly. Maybe.
His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink than earlier and he giggled again with a delighted smile. "Vous êtes en train de flirter avec moi!"
Kawaki didn't know French but he knew the server had caught onto his flirting and called him out on it. "At least my body language is understandable. Take your time walking away, baby. I'll be enjoying it."
"Vous êtes audacieux dîtes-moi," He chided, smile still present as he bit his bottom lip. "Vous allez être servis.
Kawaki watched with hungry eyes as his server sauntered off in a way that was slow and had his hips swaying in a sensual, provocative manner. He cursed under his breath at how attractive he found the blond and then fact that the two would never be able to hold a conversation together.
When the pretty blond returned, he carried with him Kawaki's coffee and his cinnamon bun on a tray. "Et voilà pour vous," He said as he set the items down in front of the other man. He didn't leave however, holding his tray against his chest as he waited.
"Looks delicious," Kawaki told him, though he was only talking about the young man himself. From his slim build to his pretty face, he was everything Kawaki sought in a guy. The fact that he couldn't understand him made things even more interesting and he shamelessly admitted, "talking about you, not the food."
Blue eyes blinked at him a few times before he shook his head, laughing lightly. "Monsieur, vous êtes coquin...mais j'aime ça." He said and then looked around carefully for a moment. When satisfied, he took the seat opposite of the artist and placed his tray to the side. "Continuez, s'il vous plaît."
One word he knew, was monsieur. "My name is Kawaki, but you can call me sir all you want." He was much more interested in the blond server than in his coffee or cinnamon bun, but he did force himself to lift his cup for a sip of the scalding liquid.
"Comme ça, hm?" The blond grinned as he leaned forward, arms crossed on top of the table. "Kawaki."
"Holy shit." Kawaki was exploiting a kink he didn't know he had… publicly. He thought the blond had understood him but then he figured his name was obviously that—a name. After setting his cup down and taking a bite of his warm, icing lathered cinnamon bun, he said, "you're fucking hot. You know that?"
His grinned turned cheeky. "Je sais." Unrossing his arm, he pointed to Kawaki and then to himself. "Kawaki. Boruto."
"Boruto," Kawaki repeated. It was his name without a doubt and Kawaki liked it—it seemed fitting for the blond. "Your name is Boruto?"
"Oui." He nodded and then asked, "Puis-je vous tutoyer?" His hand dropped to the cup of coffee, finger tips trailing over the rim. "Tu est célibataire?"
"Oui... Boruto." Kawaki knew what it meant, he'd gotten the name right. As to what he said after that, he had no idea apart from it turning him on. "Definitely." He was horny as fuck for this petite, French, blond. That was all he knew.
Boruto giggled once more, blue eyes shining. "Tu es tellement séduisant," He told him and then added in a more sultry tone, "et sexy."
He wished more than anything that he knew what the guy was saying, but he was getting the solid feeling that the blond was down to fuck. "I still don't know what the fuck your saying, but please… don't stop."
"Je n'arrêterais jamais." The blond winked, though it was followed by a shy smile. "J'aimerais te ramener chez moi."
"So fucking hot." It didn't even make sense and Kawaki needed to figure out how to ask him out. The thought reminded him that his phone was universal thanks to the internet and he would be able to figure out a way. Even if the words weren't exact, it would be close enough to convey his interest. "One second."
Kawaki pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulled up a translation app he had downloaded and typed in, 'How about dinner. Me and you?' There was no way for him to know if the translation was correct or how Boruto would respond, but that didn't bring him to hesitate before he held his phone out towards the blond.
"Et si nous dînions tous les deux, Moi et toi?" He read out loud and gave him another smile. "Presque." Boruto reached into his apron and pulled out his notebook, writing something down before offering it to the other man.
It was his number—had to be and Kawaki was ecstatic. "Lucky me, huh? Damn… thank you. I'm sure we will have one hell of a conversation over the phone." Then he remembered Boruto couldn't understand him, so he typed into his phone, 'great. I'll call you.'
The blond was looking at him in amusement again and chuckled as he got to his feet. Coming back around, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Kawaki's cheek, whispering in his ear, "Call me, monsieur."
Boruto had chosen to respond to him in English, his thick accent still so unbelievably sexy it had Kawaki's stomach turning in a desirous way. He was almost dazed, completely mesmerized by the guy until it hit him.
He just got a kiss on his cheek by a very alluring blond.
He had a set of pretty pink lips brushing along his ear as words were whispered hotly into his ear.
And this French-only speaking server had just spoken English.
"Did you just…" Kawaki couldn't even finish his sentence, too shocked to go on and maybe even a little hard.
Boruto stood straight and picked up his tray, beginning to back away so he could get back to work before his boss spotted him slaking. "Welcome to Paris, Kawaki. Hopefully I'll see you on our dinner date."
Truthfully, Kawaki couldn't even remember everything he'd said since he entered the cafe, but he knew one thing… he loved that voice and wanted to hear him speaking French again. If it was up to him, he'd keep the guy.
"You will." Kawaki promised with a smile and a wink. "But tell me in French, please."
Boruto laughed, turning around to walk away before he threw over his shoulder, "On se revoit au dîner dans ce cas, mon coeur."
"Yes. Definitely yes. Thank you." Kawaki was smiling like a fool in love, grey eyes following after the blond as he left him to return to work. He sighed wistfully and finally returned to his refreshments.
When was the last time he'd actually had a date?
His server had certainly made his snack much tastier. Kawaki soon finished his cinnamon bun and then sipped on his coffee. Every time the blond was within seeing range, Kawaki's grey eyes were following him. Boruto carried himself well, having a beautiful posture and kept swaying his hips with every step in a way that had the artist hot.
Boruto returned to his table, offering a refill for his coffee in French. Kawaki was able to understand by the gesture he made with the glass decanter hallway filled with coffee. With a smile, Kawaki declined and stood from his seat, finding he was over a head taller than the server.
"What time does your shift end?" He asked as he pulled some bills from his wallet and left them on the table.
Boruto tilted his head back to look up at him, face coloring once more in pink. "Vous êtes grand."
"Sorry, you'll have to tell me this so I can understand, even though that sounds sexy as fuck."
"You're so tall." He chuckled at him, very pleased by the fact.
"You're just short," Kawaki mused with a smirk and slipped his wallet back into his back pocket. "So, what time? This is my first day here so maybe you should choose where we go and what we do."
The blond hummed as he thought it over, considering the different places they could go. "I have three more hours to go and then I'm done for the day. There are a lot of things to do, but maybe you would enjoy seeing an aquarium?" He suggested, unsure what the other man was into.
"An aquarium, sure," he grinned, thinking it to be a very cute and nice choice. It could even inspire a new painting. "Dinner after?"
Boruto gave him a wide and sweet smile. "Yes, I would love that."
With a constant smile, Kawaki quickly sent the blond a text with his number and then slid his phone into his pocket. "Then you call me when you're ready for me. Okay?"
"D'accord." He assured, making an okay sign with his hand.
After leaving the cafe, Kawaki spent some time sightseeing, taking an interest in different attractions along his way. He did some shopping as well, checking shops that were located only in the heart of the city. He even purchased a little something for his date. Of course the cologne was something Boruto could easily access himself, but it was expensive and Kawaki had no idea how much money he was making as a server.
With that ass, he assumed it couldn't have been no small amount of tips he was bringing in.
The place had rose colored gift bags and black tissue paper that smelled of sweet perfume. Kawaki carried it along with his shopping bags while doing more exploring—the time passing him by quickly. It was just as the sun began to set that He came upon an area that stirred the artist in him.
It consisted of a set of pathways on the outskirts that held little to no traffic. It was all bricks colored in rusty reds and oranges, even dull yellows. A curved wall of the bricks on one side of a stairway led down to a small opening where one could sit upon an iron bench next to a pond. Ducks were swimming about, the area was well shaded and cool. Kawaki took a moment to sit on the bench and admire the scenery, envisioning where he would set up and how he would paint it.
It would be his plan for the following day, something he would be doing most likely the whole day and he was looking forward to it. After admiring the scenery for a while, Kawaki made his way back to his rented home for the time being so he could get ready for his date. By the time he arrived, there was barely an hour to spare.
In that time, he showered, shaved and dressed in a pair of black jeans and a light grey button down. He wasn't one for sleeves, but he was fine with rolling them up to his elbows. By the time he fussed with his hair until it was perfectly messy, brushed his teeth and finished off with a bit of cologne, those three hours had passed. Of course Kawaki assumed Boruto would return to his own home after his shift and get ready for their date which he didn't mind. Kawaki was content waiting patiently.
He stepped into his black boots and then walked out onto the open, grey stone patio. The house was built on a cliff, the entire front of it having glass walls that permitted the rentee the opportunity to overlook a crystal blue ocean—the sight of which reminded Kawaki of Boruto's eyes. It was too cool for swimming, but he thought he would have to come back to this very place again, maybe even make an offer for it because the view was amazing.
One he would undoubtedly paint during his stay.
His phone rang after a little while as he stood on the rocks, watching the waves crash upon them just ahead of him. Kawaki dug the phone out of his pocket and smiled at seeing it was Boruto, whom he'd programmed as Frenchie.
"Hello," he answered, speaking soft but deep into the phone, curious as to how the blond would respond.
"Bonjour, monsieur," The blond greeted gleefully. "I believe we have an appointment."
Kawaki hummed, pleased that he was wise enough to greet him with French first. "Yes, we do. Where should we meet?"
"We could go straight to the aquarium and save time," Boruto suggested.
"Sounds good. I'll meet you there then?" He asked and Boruto agreed, telling him he would text the address and soon Kawaki was on the way there.
The commute was only ten minutes as traffic was light. The cab dropped him off right in front of the entrance to the aquarium and after paying the driver, Kawaki got out and slid his hands in his pockets. He walked forward, seeing only a handful of people scattered about, only one of which was standing next to the ticket stand alone.
The blond hair and petite build were quickly and easily recognizable to Kawaki. Boruto was dressed in light colored blue jeans and a baby pink turtleneck, clean white loafers on his feet. As soon as his blue eyes caught sight of Kawaki, his face lit up and he began waving enthusiastically, making the man's heart skip a beat on his way over to him. He didn't think he'd ever seen anyone so cute before.
"Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting," he said, only now realizing he's left the gift he purchased for the blond black at his place.
Boruto shook his head before admiring Kawaki's outfit, looking nothing but pleased. "Magnifique! And here I thought you couldn't get any more handsome."
"Don't be silly, just look at yourself." Kawaki winked at him. "It's been a long time since I've visited an aquarium. I'm excited."
"Thank you." The blond smiled shyly, flushing a little before he linked their arms together. "I can't remember the last time I went, but I love the ocean and créatures sous-marines. I forget the English words for it, but you know, the fish and things."
"Yeah, you're cute as fuck. I know. Don't stop."
Kawaki chuckled lightly as he pulled Boruto over to the outside counter and they were greeted by an older lady in French. Kawaki was going to ask if she spoke English, but Boruto handled the talking. It didn't take long for Kawaki to be able to pay for their entry and the two wandered inside together.
"You've been here before? That means you'll be my guide?"
"Not this one in particular, but I am confident in mon sens de l'orientation. My sense of direction. I'll be able to guide you just fine."
"I'm trusting you to do well." As soon as they made it through the entry-hallway, they came upon a large, round aquarium filled with a variety of small fish. They stopped there to admire it, Kawaki bending over to read the small plaque listing the fish and little details about them only to find it was all in French. "Well, they're beautiful." He laughed.
Boruto grinned and held onto his arm tighter. "Don't worry, Kawaki, I will translate for you."
"Oh," Kawaki was floored by him being too impossibly cute. "I uh… don't wanna be a bother or anything."
"It's not a bother at all! We're here to enjoy this together, n'est-ce-pas?" Boruto said and then read the descriptions out loud in English.
"Thank you," Kawaki told him, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple once he finished reading.
Blue eyes widened for a second before he giggled and tapped his cheek, wanting another. "Encore."
Kawaki was amazed to have gotten so lucky, securing a date with a guy who had everything he looked for, plus French which was his new favorite thing. He didn't hesitate to dip down and place another kiss to his cheek, this one lingering a bit longer.
"If you like it so much, I'll just have to pay you in kisses every time you translate for me."
Boruto was very fluent in English despite forgetting a few words here and there, he would do his best and even translate the bathroom signs if it meant he would be rewarded like that. "That sounds fair to me."
Their date progressed, the two wandering all around the aquarium. They made sure to see absolutely everything and Boruto didn't miss any sign they passed, eager to translate and then point to his cheek, nearly bouncing on his feet in excitement for each payment and Kawaki never held back.
The aquarium was nice and had Kawaki's imagination swimming, endless ideas floating through his mind and making him want to paint them. They could certainly wait and were easily pushed aside when he and Boruto were sitting next to each other in the back of a cab. Boruto chose the restaurant as Kawaki hoped he would. The ride there was mostly silent, but in a comforting way. Boruto was at ease, leaning against Kawaki while he kept a hand on the blond's thigh.
The restaurant he chose was one he said was in his top three favorites, but one he didn't visit as often as he would like. It had a rich atmosphere, the place adorned in hanging chandeliers, the walls painted scarlet with intricate designs hand painted as well. The dim lighting set a romantic mood, as did the table setting, clean white table cloth, a lone red candle joined by a single, long-stemmed rose in a slender case.
The restaurant didn't smell of the Italian cuisine they were known for, but rather a soft scent of vanilla lolled Kawaki into a state of ease. He was going to sit across from Boruto, but once he slid into the booth, he tugged on Kawaki's sleeve, asking him to join without words. There was no chance of Kawaki denying him.
He'd barely slid in next to his date before the waitress arrived, a young, cheerful brunette who had a charming smile and big brown eyes. "Bonjour, comment ça va vous deux?"
"Ça va," Boruto answered. "Pourriez-vous parler en anglais? Mon rencard ne sait pas parler français."
"Oh, c'est cool! Vous êtes un beau couple!" She said as she clapped her hands in delight.
Boruto's cheeks heated as he smiled in response. "Arrêtez,ous êtes beaucoup trop gentille."
Kawaki had no idea what was being said but he thought he could listen all night, especially if Boruto was going to blush. He didn't bother trying to interject, only listened intently so he could enjoy the sound of their beautiful language and Boruto's soft spoken voice. Somehow he was already becoming familiar with it.
"Mais c'est vrai!" She laughed and turned her attention to Kawaki. "Monsieur, do you not think you both are a beautiful couple?"
"Ah," Kawaki wasn't expecting that one, but he wasn't opposed. "I do."
"Honestly." Boruto shook his head and lowered his gaze to his menu, trying to hide his embarrassment.
The waitress continued to smile as she pulled out her notepad. "Shall we start with drinks? What would you two like?"
"Water for me. Some red wine too, whatever you have that's good," Kawaki said and then looked to Boruto.
The blond hummed in agreement. "I would like some water too to start off with. Perhaps some La Grande Rue?"
"Excellent choice, monsieur. I will be back shortly."
"Thank you," Kawaki said to her and then turned to Boruto as she walked away. "That sounded fancy, what was it?"
"A red wine my father once bought for my mother on her birthday. That was a while ago, but to this day remains my favorite," Boruto told him with a fond expression as he recalled the small get together. "I thought you might enjoy it."
"It's your favorite so I'm sure I will, thank you." He smiled and gave his thigh a squeeze under the table. "Shit… you know I got you a gift today… but I left it at the place I'm staying."
Boruto's lips parted in surprise before they spread into a grin. "You got a gift for me?"
"Yes, but I'm a horrible date… forgetful because I was so eager to see you."
He rested his hand over Kawaki's, fingers lightly trailing over his skin. "Oh, vraiment? You flatter me."
"Oh? It wasn't intentional… will it get me anywhere?" He smirked.
Boruto's grin turned into a flirtatious smile and he even batted his eyelashes. "Oui, monsieur."
"Careful now," Kawaki said, speaking more quietly though with his voice dropping deeper. "I'll try to keep you all night."
"You won't have to try very hard." Boruto giggled and bit his bottom lip in anticipation.
"Damn. I hope you're not teasing me."
He threaded their fingers together and leaned against him, slowly pressing a kiss to Kawaki's cheek. "If I was teasing you then you never would have gotten my number."
Kawaki wasn't sure if he would survive their dinner together, but the return of their waitress told him he wouldn't have a choice. They were served Boruto's choice of red wine which exceeded Kawaki's expectations. As the two sipped on the wine, they looked through a single menu together, Kawaki gazing at the images available while Boruto read the names to him in French and then explained in English what they were.
Their time together was lighthearted and easygoing. Once their food arrived and they were both on their third glass of wine, Kawaki's curiosity of the blond grew to the point that he just had to ask questions and get to know him better.
"How long have you been working at the cafe?"
"Hm, about five or six years now. What about you? What do you do?" Boruto asked, just as curious about his date.
"Me?" Kawaki smiled. "I'm an artist… I love to paint beautiful things."
Funnily enough, the blond had never met an artist before, or at least one that he truly believed was legitimate. "That's wonderful. It's good to have une passion, a passion. I wish I could figure out what mine was. What's the most recent thing you've painted?"
"It's certainly a passion of mine, and don't worry, I'm sure yours will come soon. You never know, your passion might be me." Kawaki chuckled, teasing him, though he wouldn't actually mind if he was. "Hmm. The last thing I painted was a landscape. I was in America, in the countryside near where one of my homes are. It had been a while, but I happened to pass by an open meadow just before the sun began to set. It pulled me right in, captivated me completely. I pulled over on the side of the road and just went at it."
Boruto closed his eyes, trying to picture it. "You must show me this someday."
"I would love to show you a picture, if that's okay. I have one saved on my phone actually. The painting itself was sold at an exhibit last weekend." It was always a bittersweet feeling for Kawaki to sell his work, one he was sure nobody else could understand. "I'd love to paint something special for you, to thank you for our date. Or better yet," his hand raised to cradle the soft cheek of the blond so close to him, thumb lightly stroking over it as well. "I want to paint you."
"Oh mon, I wouldn't be a good model." Boruto insisted despite the way his blush went all the way up to his ears. "I'm terrible at sitting completely still. And you've already given me many things, I couldn't take more." He had already received plenty of kisses, compliments and the other man's time. He was content with that and the date they were on, not to mention the gift Kawaki had told him about. "May I see the picture of your painting?"
"Of course, only the one though because I don't want to spoil you on my work too much. I'd like to have the chance to show you in person."
Kawaki got his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, opening his camera roll and swiping through until he reached the painting. Then he showed the screen to his date, a content smile on his face as he awaited his reaction.
"Tellement beau," Boruto whispered while his blue eyes roamed the picture. He knew it, he had a feeling Kawaki was the real deal and he wasn't wrong. His art was lovely. So much in fact that he was certain he'd never seen anything like it. The shades of orange and red were captured expertly and reflection beautifully atop the flowered meadow, giving the painting life with such realistic light. The soft pinks, purples and blues made Boruto wish he could visit it and smell the flowers in person. Then there were the details he could just make out on the pedals, slightly swaying in the wind and making the whole piece breathe. "You're very talented, Kawaki. No wonder you came to Paris."
"You can tell I came to paint?" He laughed and set his phone down in exchange for his wine glass, taking a sip before saying, "I found a great spot today. I'll be painting most of the day tomorrow."
"That sounds perfect." Boruto smiled, hoping to see those before they were sold off. "I'd like to join you if you aren't sick of me by then."
"I'd like to keep you as long as I can."
Dinner was delicious just as the wine was. The two managed to down the entire bottle and were both feeling slightly intoxicated as they left the restaurant together. Boruto had totally not been expecting Kawaki to pay for their meal, but he insisted and eventually Boruto caved. In the cab, Kawaki gave the address to the rental home and rested his hand on Boruto's thigh as he had throughout the night. Though this time, it was roaming, down to his knee and up high on his thigh. It didn't go unnoticed by the blond and he merely parted his legs in response. His head rested on Kawaki's shoulder and he was clinging to the other man's arm with both of his own.
The action had a rush of blood forming at Kawaki's crotch and he wasn't one to pass up such a wonderful opportunity, so he gladly trailed his hand further in between his parted thighs, kneading the soft, inner thigh before purposely moving his thumb to run across Boruto's crotch. He was impressed and pleased to find the blond was already half hard and it made him just have to slide his hand further up to touch it properly. The blond held onto his arm tighter and Kawaki felt rather than heard his breath hitch, blue eyes falling closed.
"You're gonna drive me fucking crazy tonight," Kawaki sighed, but he was nothing short of excited about it. Boruto was pliant, silently asking him to continue, so he gave him a little more, curling his hand around his growing erection through his jeans and giving it another firm rub.
"Bien. You're the one making me want to behave this way." Boruto chuckled, voice a little breathier than he meant it to be.
"Are you saying you're not always tempting men like you're doing to me?"
Boruto wouldn't deny that he was bold and forward, but he didn't throw himself at every man that caught his eye. "No, monsieur. I just couldn't resist." The more time he spent around Kawaki the more certain he was with his decision. He wanted him, more than he had ever wanted anyone. "If I let you leave the cafe without at least trying to secure a date, I would have regretted it."
"Shit, me too. I was hooked on you from the moment you opened your mouth."
Giggling knowingly, Boruto said, "Tu as une petite faiblesse pour ma langue, dis-moi."
"No idea what you said, but yes to all of it." Kawaki chuckled along with him and pressed his nose to Boruto's neck, giving him another rub. "Tell me something. Anything. I wanna hear you."
Smiling softly, Boruto whispered the first thought that came to his mind. "J'espère que tout ça mènera à quelque chose, peu importe ce qu'il se passe entre nous."
"You know, to me, when you talk like that it sounds so fucking naughty," Kawaki whispered at his ear, the tip of his tongue slipping out to tease the lobe.
"Oh, I can make it naughty," Boruto assured and hoped it wasn't much further to their destination. "J'ai hâte de sentir tes mains sur mon corps," He spoke slowly, purposely.
"Are you gonna talk to me like this all night?" Kawaki asked, undeniably hopeful.
Boruto was more than happy to oblige. "Oui, Kawaki."
"Shit." It was going to be one hell of a night.
Kawaki couldn't have waited a single more minute when the cab finally pulled into the drive of the rental home. He rushed to pay the man and finally, he and Boruto were there, standing hand in hand just outside the home. Once the cab drove off, all that could be heard was the sound of the ocean and the wind.
"This is it. I think you'll be comfortable here."
It was without a doubt one of the prettiest places in Paris, but Boruto would appreciate the secret in the morning. Now he had other more pressing matters. "Je suis prêt à être plaqué contre un mur, Kawaki," He said with a cheeky expression, walking backwards as he began to pull the taller man towards the front door.
"Damn that sounded a lot like 'hurry up and fuck me'." Kawaki smirked, coming along happily. "Whatever you want, I'm your man."
Boruto laughed and shook his head. "Not quite, that would have been 'dépêches-toi de me baiser'. And I like having you as my man."
"I'm really gonna have to learn this language of yours."
Kawaki unlocked the door upon reaching it and then tugged Boruto inside before closing it back. He was ridiculously hard and raring to go, but he also didn't want to rush.
"Your gift? Now or later?"
"Later, if that's alright," Boruto said and wrapped his arms around Kawaki's neck, saying softly, "Embrasse-moi, kiss me."
Kawaki didn't need to be told twice. If Boruto was ready to have him, he was more than ready to give himself over. Throughout their date he'd given the blond numerous kisses, but none on the lips. This was the first, but it wasn't slow and hesitant. It was everything but. They both leaned in hungrily, lips capturing one another. Boruto raised high on his tiptoes while Kawaki bent down, strong arms wrapped around Boruto's slim waist. He held him close as they kissed hard, tongues soon desperately seeking out each other and then Kawaki was lifting him up off the floor and carrying him to the master bedroom.
Boruto's legs wrapped around him, delicate hands soon drifting into his hair as he hummed. It was everything the blond anticipated and more, the artist's sheer strength making his head a little dizzy. Truly he had never been so rash and eager as he was now. It was a little embarrassing and a little shameful to be so taken with someone from the beginning. Boruto wasn't going to have any regrets, however, refusing to deny the attraction he felt. He wasn't going to hold back with Kawaki and emphasized that determination by surging up into the kiss and forcing his date's head back.
A low growled sound of pleasure sounded in Kawaki's chest as he blindly made his way through the house. He only reached the bedroom by some miracle but as long as he made it he didn't care. Once he laid Boruto on the bed, he wasted no time in beginning to strip him, but he made sure to appreciate every inch of him along the way.
"What do you like, baby? I want to give you everything you could possibly desire tonight."
"J'ai envie de toi, je t'apprécies beaucoup," Boruto responded instinctively, for once not speaking his native language just to rile Kawak up. "Treat me as a lover . . . even though we've only just met . . . please."
The request had Kawaki shuddering, all too happy to oblige. "Is that all you want, baby?" Kawaki asked as he removed Boruto's turtleneck and then leaned down over him to pepper kisses along his collarbone. "Any special requests?"
He could think of plenty of requests he would enjoy, but there was something else he needed to say first, something that was impossible to ignore any longer. "I . . ." Boruto trailed, the kisses distracting, "I have something to confess."
His words brought Kawaki to pause and he lifted his dead to gaze at him, becoming taken aback at finding his face flushed scarlet. "What is it?"
Swallowing nervously, Boruto said, "I was . . . I was désespéré. Desperate. I couldn't help . . . that is . . . I don't want you to think less of me, but I . . . J-je porte un plug."
Feeling suddenly nervous, Kawaki sat back on his haunches and averted his eyes. "Please tell me that wasn't 'I'm a virgin.'."
"No, no it's not that." Boruto quickly explained, gathering the courage to repeat himself in English. "I-I'm wearing—"
"Wearing… oh…" Kawaki's brows cocked and he slowly dragged his large hands up and down Boruto's body. "I think I understand. And if I'm right… holy fuck."
"I have high endurance," Boruto said as he stared at Kawaki's shirt, still embarrassed over the situation. "It's the first time I've ever worn it outside . . . I just want to be ready for you."
"So eager for me, hm?" Kawaki smiled and parted his lips to close them around a pale pink nipple.
The blond gasped, hands fisting the artist's grey button up. "I told you, you're the one that makes me behave in this way. The only one."
"How could I be so lucky?" He whispered before flicking his tongue across the name nipple he'd just been sucking. "You're killing me. You know that?"
"Comment puis-je résister quand tu me regardes comme ça?" Boruto shot back with a smile, feeling better knowing that it was worth the risk. It paid off and Kawaki seemed very happy about it.
"Fuck, I can't take my time with you when you're doing me like this." He needed to see, needed to hurry and be buried inside of him. "You want me too right? Wanted me not to tease you all night so you could take my cock as soon as possible."
Boruto watched with hungry eyes as Kawaki began taking off the blond's jeans. "Je suis complètement innocent. Mais ne te gênes pas pour me ruiner."
Kawaki hurried to finish taking off Boruto's pants and his underwear at once. He was as hard as Kawaki himself was, erection a light shade of red, a bead of precum there at the slit, prompting him to dip down to lap it up. He spread Boruto's legs, aching to get to his prize but he first sucked at the tip of Boruto's member. When he pulled off, he found the plug the blond had been walking around with and sitting on for all the hours they'd been together.
"Fucking shit." If he was a lesser man, he would've come at the sight alone.
"Take it out slowly." Boruto panted, not wanting the sudden loss of stimulus to push him closer to the edge. "It's sensitive."
"First you want me to rush… and then you want it slow…"
The blond giggled and gave him a cheeky grin. "Treat me as a lover, Kawaki. See to my ridiculous and contradicting needs."
With a smile, Kawaki slid his tongue along his erection before taking it into his mouth while his hand moved lower, thumb pressing against the flat, round end of the plug. Kawaki pushed, giving it just a bit of pressure while he took his entire length in and sucked on it. Boruto moaned his name as he tried to resist the merciless teasing. Instead of taking it out, the other man seemed keen on pushing it further in and testing his acclaimed high endurance. All the blond could do was lay there helplessly as the artist played with the plug, twisting it as he slowly thrusted the object in and out. Boruto's stomach was coiling and his legs were trembling as he was given wave after wave of unforgiven pleasure.
The mouth on his cock threatened to suck his orgasm right out of him, leaving him weak as his hands settled in black locks. "Ne t'arrête surtout pas. C'est tellement bon."
Those words were like little pleas and Kawaki knew Boruto didn't want him to stop, but he'd be damned if he let him come before his dick was filling him. Kawaki sucked his way off of the blond's cock and twisted the plug as he slowly removed it completely.
"Tell me you're ready to be fucked," Kawaki breathed as he tossed the plug to the other side of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Je suis prêt." Boruto moaned sweetly before adding, "come here, mon coeur."
"I'm coming baby," Kawaki said, hurrying to finish removing his shirt before doing the same with his pants and underwear.
He groaned the instant his cock was free, having been confined for far too long. As soon as he was over him, Boruto pulled him into a needy kiss which he met eagerly. Kawaki was so thankful Boruto was lubed and loose enough for him not to have to worry because he couldn't wait. Barely a few seconds into the kiss, Kawaki was pushing his thick length into him, though he remained mindful of the blond's need to stretch and accommodate his girth. Boruto breathed heavily through his nose as he was surrounded by Kawaki's warmth both inside and out. The hot body above him was an addicting heat that he easily clung to, the dick working it's way inside of him just as deliciously scorching. Gasps and panted moans left his throat as he continued to kiss the artist with as much feeling as he could muster.
"Fuck, so good baby." Kawaki was high on the bliss being wrapped by Boruto gave him. He thrusted steadily, some shallow and some not but each with purpose. He met his kisses passionately, hands roaming as often as they could. "You're shaking… that close?"
"O-oui. You're just so . . . putain." He cursed and rubbed their noses together. "Kawaki."
"So what baby…" Kawaki was breathing heavily as well, amazed at how close he was already. It had been a while so he supposed it was to be expected, especially with Boruto speaking to him in French and just being a sexy little blond.
"Parfait."
"Say it a little louder baby," Kawaki said on one particular deep and harsh thrust. "Where I can hear you."
"Ahh! Par . . . Parfait! So perfect!" Boruto called out, nails digging into Kawaki's back.
"Fuck yeah, like that." Kawaki groaned and gave him another powerful thrust. "You look beautiful like this. Sound so good. Tell me again how good it is. Tell me how close you are, I want you to come all over my dick."
Boruto moaned again, shouted his pleasure as he was barely hanging on. "Oh oui, Kawaki! C'est tellement bon, ta bite est tellement bonne. Je vais venir pour toi. S-s'il te plaît fais-moi venir!"
"I'm gonna come." It was a damn shame and yet Kawaki didn't care, he only cared to get Boruto to come first so he angled his thrusts in a way to make sure he pounded against his prostate, making the blond scream in ecstasy.
"Oui, oh mon dieu! Kawaki!" Boruto wasn't able to take it, there was no way he could keep from falling into heaven, coming hard between their bodies as he clenched sporadically around Kawaki.
The feel of Boruto clamping down on him was the last straw, making Kawaki come right along with him with a strangled groan, hips working faster, pushing his cock deep and hard into the blond to get the two through their orgasms.
"Fucking hell," he groaned, almost collapsing on top of Boruto but managed to remind himself not to—so he supported his weight on his arms as they began to calm.
The server could already feel his voice beginning to protest to his screaming, but he didn't care. He lay limp under Kawaki as his whole body hummed pleasantly. It took a moment for him to be able to raise his arm, weakly tugging at the taller man a few times in hopes he would understand what he wanted. He was too fucked out to translate his words into english, but wanted to stay surrounded by his warmth. If he was crushed in the process then so be it.
Kawaki understood well and gave him a tender kiss as he pulled out and then scooped his arms under him. Kawaki laid on his side, pulling the blond until he was pressed to his chest and curled up to him. Boruto snuggled as close as he could and pressed a single kiss to his chest before his eyes were drifting closed. Kawaki only smiled, saying nothing as it was obvious Boruto was worn out and needed to rest. He only absentmindedly trailed his fingertips up and down his naked back until he'd been lolled into a deep sleep.
…
Four to five hours of sleep was all Kawaki could manage at a single time. It had always been like that for him. When he woke, Boruto was sleeping deeply and when he carefully slipped away from the blond clinging to him, Kawaki watched him curl up on his side with a smile.
That was it.
As he took a step back, Kawaki's eyes took in Boruto's sleeping face. He appeared completely at ease, pink lips parted slightly as he breathed, blond hair a beautiful strewn mess on the pillow he was hugging—half on his side, half on his stomach. The curve of his hip was almost too much to look at, his slim waist having such a fine dip that it made Kawaki's mouth water.
Only his lower half was covered by the white, satin sheet, his top half beautifully revealed. It was the perfect vision. The perfect opportunity and Kawaki had never been one to waste an opportunity.
Quietly, Kawaki began setting up his easel, choosing an appropriate sized canvas and then getting out all of his paints and brushes. Boruto hadn't moved by the time Kawaki began to paint, quite enjoying being able to shift his eyes from his canvas to the beauty sleeping so well on his bed. With each stroke of his brush, Kawaki brought the image before him to the canvas, copying the vision in his style of art. It amazed the artist that his French boy barely shifted at all as he slept.
While he worked, Kawaki had his earbuds in, listening to a beginners French lesson. He was always a quick learner when it came to new languages. Even if he wasn't fluent in many, he knew the basics of the ones he needed most. French was now one of those. He just wished to know how to greet Boruto in his own language, how to thank him, small things like that for now. Eventually though, he hoped to expand but Rome wasn't built in a day. Such things took time and he understood that.
Some things he wanted to learn were simple, even more-so considering he caught on so quickly. Kawaki repeated the words and phrases being taught to him, the words filling his head while his hand danced along the canvas. Kawaki focused on the sleeping blond, the surroundings unimportant. Just his skin, the curve of the sheet that covered his intimates. His base was there before long and then he began detailing it properly. He no longer had the need to admire sleeping beauty, but he did so anyway.
The corner of Kawaki's lip upturned when Boruto stretched and shifted on the bed and then his gorgeous blue eyes fluttered open. The artist committed the image to memory, loving the way Boruto smiled so shyly at him. He'd never taken such a fancy to anyone else.
"Bonjour, beauté," Kawaki winked at him, removing his earbuds with his free hand.
The blond's eyebrows shot up and his delicate jaw dropped. "Tu sais parler français?" He gasped. "C'est impossible, tu ne parles pas français! How are you doing that?" He asked with a pleasantly surprised grin, propping his head up on his arm.
"Whoa, I'm just learning the basics," Kawaki laughed and continued to paint at a leisurely pace. "I still don't understand… but you can continue to speak that sexy French to me all you want."
"You're the one that's going to have to speak French to me." Boruto chuckled, blue eyes sparkling. "That voice of yours was made for it. What are you painting this morning, mon coeur ?"
"You, actually. I'm quite pleased with it too. Though the painting can't compare to the real thing."
Boruto's face flushed prettily and he was quick to hide under the sheet, pulling it up over his head. "Oh non! I told you I'm not suited to be a model, Kawaki. Really."
"Oh, but you are. Parfait. Come and see for yourself, doll." He was beautiful, even the way he hid himself bashfully stirred something deep within Kawaki's chest, bringing pause to his hand.
"But," he whined and peeked his head out to look at him, "it's embarrassing."
"How so?" Kawaki asked, head tilting slightly as he set his paintbrush down and his palette before stepping around the easel and walking towards the bed. The morning light reflecting off those bright, ocean blue eyes made them even more appealing. The blond was captivating, urging Kawaki to bend over and comb his fingers through his messy hair. "Tu as faim?"
Boruto hummed and leaned up, brushing their lips together. "Starving."
"Then why don't you come take a peek at my painting, get your sweet ass showered and we'll go out for breakfast."
The blond pouted and tapped his still slightly flushed cheek. "I need more motivation."
Kawaki smirked and gave him what he wanted by pressing a soft, warm kiss to his cheek. "There will be plenty more of that once you're out of bed."
"Oui monsieur." He smiled brightly before touching his feet to the floor. He stood up without paying any mind to his nakedness, teasingly running his hand over Kawaki's arm as he passed him to walk to the bathroom, swaying his hips.
The artist had been witness to many fine sights in his lifetime, all around the world and yet he found that this blond, French boy intrigued him more than any other. He could watch him until the end of time and even found that he was pulled in after him, following Boruto into the bathroom where he was by the shower, getting the water started. Even the far wall in the bathroom was pure glass, making the view outside easy to admire from within. Kawaki saw none of it though, grey eyes making it no further than the smooth skin of the petite blond.
"Maybe I should have you for breakfast first," he suggested, leaving the doorway to walk over to Boruto. "Let me join you."
Boruto's face lit up in excitement and arousal and he stepped inside the shower after the water temperature was to his liking. "Bon appétit."
A phrase Kawaki now understood — one that made him smile and become determined to do just that. Their shower ran long but neither of them were complaining. The flush of Boruto's skin was not only caused by the heat of the water, but regardless of the cause, he appeared painfully adorable all swaddled in Kawaki's black robe.
He was bashful and trying to avoid seeing himself in the painting, though Kawaki wouldn't take no for an answer. He had nothing more covering his own nakedness than one of the plush towels as he urged the blond over to the canvas. Boruto was covering his eyes, a sweet grin on his face despite his arguments.
"Please, you're gorgeous. A work of art. I could admire you all day long." Kawaki tried to reason with him. "This may just be my favorite painting."
"M-my heart can't take your praise." Boruto said softly as his heart pounded in his chest. Truly, no one had ever regarded him so highly. "You've won me over, I'll look at it."
"Thank you," Kawaki smiled and pulled Boruto's hands away from his eyes so he could view it. "There are minor details I still have to add before I finish it off with the background."
The blond didn't respond, rendered completely speechless. He couldn't believe it and yet couldn't deny that the person in the picture was him. It was the way he looked through Kawaki's eyes, possessing such affection in every line and curve. He could feel the intimacy of it and already knew the story behind it, the night of passion and tenderness. The man in the painting was a version of himself he never would have imagined. It was beyond beautiful and flattering, causing a lump to form in his throat. Kawaki was indeed a talented artist, but this was personal, this really spoke volumes to Boruto.
"Do you see… how stunning you are?" Kawaki murmured at his ear, hands stroking up and down his arms, covered only by the thick cotton of his robe. "I hope you'll let me paint you as many times as I like."
"Kawaki . . ." Boruto trailed quietly, blinking away the tears that started to form. He turned around and wrapped his arms around the raven's neck, pulling him down so he could touch their foreheads together. "It's . . . you . . . no one has ever given me something so precious."
It was Boruto himself that Kawaki thought to be precious, but he didn't bother correcting him. "I will paint you a million more times. So much that you'll be used to seeing yourself painted by my hand." He was happy to hold him in return and already wondering how he would let Boruto go. He wouldn't think of such things yet, not when he had time to enjoy himself.
"I would be honored." Boruto smiled softly, holding onto him tighter. "You've captured me completely, what ever will I do?"
"I don't know… let me keep you maybe?" He laughed and left a kiss atop his head before releasing him and heading over to the closet to get dressed. "I realize you only have your clothes from last night. We can go by your place if you want or I'm more than happy to buy you something new to wear for the day. That reminds me… your gift."
"My gift!" He giggled excitedly as he settled down on the bed. "I completely forgot! What is it? Can I have it now?"
Kawaki came out of the closet with a t-shirt and jeans, laying them out on the bed before getting himself a pair of boxers and then walking over to where he left the gift bag. "Here you go," he said as he handed the bag over and then dropped his towel where he was.
"Which one is my gift?" Boruto asked and bit his lip, gazed fixed on the other man's groin.
"Naughty thing," Kawaki smirked, playfully pinching his nose before grabbing his boxers and stepping into them.
The blond laughed and then opened the bag, carefully taking out the bottle of cologne. His eyes widened at the expensive brand. "I can't possibly let you buy me an outfit after this. Or anything for that matter. Kawaki, I can't believe it. Si cher! You didn't have to spend this much money for me. And you paid for dinner last night too . . ."
"Think nothing of it, just a small thank you for your company. Someone as sweet as you deserves expensive things. Let me spoil you if I want to." His excitement was cute and Kawaki didn't take his eyes off the blond as he dressed himself. "I want to smell that on you, so maybe I had an ulterior motive."
Boruto smiled shyly at him as he took off the lid, bringing the bottle up to his nose. "Mmm . . . I can see why. I don't want to take advantage, but if you insist on spoiling me . . . I can really have it?" He asked meekly.
"Don't be silly, of course you can. It's a gift." After shrugging his shirt on, Kawaki stepped in front of Boruto again and crawled over him, pushing him down on the bed. "I can think of a few things you could give me in return."
The server giggled before spraying a little bit of cologne on his neck, putting the lid back on and setting the bottle to the side afterwards. "Anything for you, chéri."
"Fuck, I could eat you up. Again." Kawaki chuckled before inhaling his smooth, alluring scent of the cologne and letting out a quiet groan. "Damn what a good choice. If we don't get going I may need another taste."
"It will have to be after breakfast." Boruto reasoned. "Otherwise I might not let you leave this bed for the rest of the day."
"I have work," Kawaki explained, parting his lips and circling his tongue around the pulse point in Boruto's neck. "But tonight… after… let me have my fill of you again."
That was a request the blond couldn't refuse nor did he want to. "And are you going to keep me all night?" He asked breathily, turning his head to give the raven more room.
"I'll keep you for as long as you let me." Forever sounded good to him. The blond was addicting but after sucking a pretty little mark low on his neck, Kawaki removed himself from Boruto and from the bed. "So fucking tempting, damn."
"Oh, just wait until tonight." Boruto promised as he sat up, one of his sleeves falling down his shoulder as he grinned cheekily.
"I don't know how I'll ever survive until then." Kawaki shook his head, amused. "Get dressed before I keep you in bed all day."
"Oui monsieur. Do you mind if I wear something of yours?" Boruto asked, trying to steal a hoodie.
"Not at all, help yourself." Though Kawaki was sure anything he had would be far too big for Boruto, he also knew it would be cute to see him in his clothes.
Boruto smiled happily as he went to go through the raven's clothes to pick out something. He went with a plain black t-shirt and slipped it on, the hem hanging down just below his midthigh. Then he put on a blue and white hoodie over it, the sleeves going past his hands, leaving him no other choice but to roll them up a bit. A pair of boxers and pants would only keep falling down his hips so he put on his own from last night.
"What time do you have to go to work?" The blond asked while he wiggled his way into his pants.
"Whenever I want." Kawaki smirked at him. "Perks of being my own boss. Though I am hoping to start work late morning, early afternoon."
"Then can I take you out for breakfast?" Boruto smiled as he turned around to look at the other man. "I know the perfect place, la nourriture est délicieuse."
"That fucking sounds… mouth watering." Kawaki licked his lips and walked over to him. "You take me to breakfast and I take you to watch me work?"
The shorter man winked at him before giggling, arms wrapping around the raven's waist. "That sounds wonderful." He was excited to see him in action, but more so about spending the day with him.
He was too cute, and Kawaki was a lover of all cute things. His arms wrapped around Boruto's slim shoulders and held him to his chest. "And after, I can fuck you again."
"T'es vraiment coquin!" Boruto blushed and nuzzled against his hard chest. "I love it."
And so did Kawaki. Less than twenty-four hours and he knew that he wanted to keep this blond. It was impossible and yet he wanted it all the same.
After breakfast, Boruto joined Kawaki as he went to paint, and during that time they spoke a lot more, getting to know each other while being surrounded with nothing but peace. The blond was fascinated by Kawaki's work, and Kawaki was thrilled to have Boruto admiring his work, and constantly teasing him with that beautiful voice of his.
Over dinner that night, they talked even more, considering they both wanted to spend more time together, what they both desperately wanted was more time, but Kawaki wasn't from France, and what's more, he traveled. A lot. Boruto seemed to be content staying home, it was all he knew and he was living comfortably, but Kawaki couldn't help wanting to convince him to join him in his travels.
"Come… see the world with me," Kawaki said to him on the last night of his stay in Paris. "I've claimed you as mine, so leaving you behind is hardly an option at this point."
His words made the blond blush, but he was just as surprised as he was flustered. "Travel the world?" Boruto repeated as he thought over how crazy it was. His friends would certainly think he lost his mind, dropping everything to leave the country, being whisked away by romance just like in the movies. "You know that's a really big step . . . one I wouldn't take for just any man." The craziest part was that the blond was considering it.
"Are you saying I'm just any man?" Kawaki cocked his pierced brow and clicked his tongue. "I'm being nice here, but I'm not above throwing that sweet ass of yours over my shoulder. Got it?"
Boruto smiled at the determination and shameless dedication from Kawaki to get what he wanted. "You like me that much, hm? I have to confess that the feeling is mutual."
"Mm. Enough not to leave you behind, even if I have to nab your ass. You might as well come willingly."
In all honesty, Boruto had been waiting a long time for someone to sweep him off his feet like a fairy tale book ending, but would he one day regret taking this chance? "Can you truly say you're sure things will work out between us?"
"What am I gonna do, walk away from my sexy blond, french-speaking, soulmate? Come on…" Kawaki rolled his eyes and smirked. "And I won't allow you to get tired of me, so…"
He was such a charmer and somehow knew just what to say, although most of the time he didn't have to say anything at all. The man spoke through his actions and his work. "So . . . turning down my soulmate would be idiotic, especially when he paints me so well."
"How could you even consider it? Paris is beautiful… but you and me fucking all over the world is something really special. Yeah?"
Boruto giggled and decided to go for it, knowing he would end up regretting it even more if he never took the chance in the first place. "Oui."
And just like that, their journey together truly began.