Slow, Soft Breathing
Just an ordinary night. A quiet, chilly night. All was dark due to the lights being off; all was silent due to the two occupants of the house being asleep.
But not for long. Shuichi's eyes snapped open suddenly, for no reason. He was simply asleep, and then he wasn't. And now that he was awake, he wanted to stay that way for a moment.
There was no sound, save for the slow, soft breathing; no sensation other than the warmth of another so near. The puffs of breath tickled his cheek, and he smiled to himself.
Gently easing out of the comfortable embrace, he sat up. And his gaze fell upon his love.
It never ceased to amaze him how innocent and unstained he looked when sleeping; how relaxed his features, how content his expression. Shuichi's hand reached out to brush the hair from his face, and lingered, enjoying the touch.
It surprised him when he felt Eiri's hand cover his own. Eiri didn't open his eyes, but simply held his hand there, whispering. "Stay..."
An overwhelming surge of love for this man washed over him. He simply nodded, and answered. "...I'll stay, Yuki... forever, if you'll let me..."
And so he lay back down, curling up against the person who had become the very center of his life, the meaning of his existance.
Eiri's hand released Shuichi's, and instead, in turn, brushed the hair out of his face. His eyes opened, but Shuichi could tell he was still asleep.
"...You love me, don't you?" He whispered, looking back and forth between Shuichi's eyes.
"...I treasure you above all things, Yuki. I couldn't live without you. I wouldn't want to."
Eiri closed his eyes again, a gentle smile forming on his face. "...Yeah." He murmured. "...Yeah."
Shuichi snuggled closer, smiling as well. And as soon as he heard the slow, soft breathing; he drifted off as well.
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