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Kazuma gave a final jagged, breathless cry before he collapsed on his lover, spent and exhausted. After several moments of rest, his head lying against the rhythmic heartbeat that pounded below his ear, Kazuma roused himself to a sitting position, giving Kimishima a sidelong glance.
"Did that…really just happen?" His small voice was barely above a whisper and it shook—as did the rest of his body.
Kimishima stretched out wearily, trying to catch his breath. He stared up at the ceiling, his dark honey eyes unfocused, barely hearing Kazuma's hesitant words.
"Yes…it happened. We…you know…"
"How, though?" Kazuma's tone became panicked. "How did we end up like this? And what now? What do we do now? What are we now, Kimishima?"
Kimishima shook his head, avoiding his young lover's distressed questions.
"I-I don't know…"
Kazuma laid down beside the older man quietly and submissively, his fingers quivering when he placed them on Kimishima's arm.
"Was it a mistake?" Kazuma's voice was on the edge of breaking, but Kimishima couldn't comfort him.
…Nor could he answer.
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