Touching
It seems to require a little more nievity than Mikami is willing to attribute to Uka, but it seems like the skinny boy has no sense of how much he affects his boyfriend.
He is so fragile that Mikami cannot bring himself to do anything below the belt, and sometimes he just has to stop and hold that body close to him, burying his face in a boney shoulder to will down the rising tide of emotions. During these moments, Uka will ask him what's wrong, seemingly oblivious to the storm of lust and love that whirls through Mikami like two opposing dragons, eating up his insides.
He would never tell Uka that when he's alone at night he touches himself with thought of those slender limbs and a shy, blushing smile. That innocence is worth preserving, because it is that beautiful, childlike honesty that had drawn him to Uka in the first place. He could settle for being able to stroke that long hair and watch Uka's blushes as he kissed out each one version, untill hesitant hands touched him back, sliding up under his shirt or around his neck.
It wasn't untill Mikami got a little carried away one night, kissing Uka's throat and stroking his bare chest, that his hips started moving on their own. Uka's gasps got a little louder and a little more strangled, but Mikami didn't realize what was going on untill he felt the slender body beneath him tense and shudder, fingers convulsing in his hair.
"Oh, Mikami, I'm so sorry..."
And then it was all stunned recignition and a wet stain in Uka's jeans, fumbling movements and heavy blushes. It took a few moments, long enough for Uka to get halfway across the bed and pull his shirt on, before Mikami clued in that Uka was leaving and somehow thought that this was wierd in a teenage boy. Summoning up some courage, helped along by the ache that struck his heart at the thought that Uka maybe found him as desirable as he found him, Mikami reached over and grabbed the long-haired youth around the waist and pulled him backwards. There was a startled yelp, but no struggle, and he only rested for a moment, breathing in the feeling of Uka's body against him as he held it in a firm embrace.
They had a little talk, then, made short by both their embarressment about it's subject. They both admitted to not being adverse to below-the-belt activity, at least, and Uka used the shower before coming back to crawl beneath Mikami's vanilla cotton sheets and curl against his body, their butterflies matching where their hands curled together.