drabbles100 challenge; Kawamura-centric
theme # 37: sound
TakaRyo; PG-13
When they are together, there isn't much need for words.
They walk home from school in a comfortable silence, sometimes arm in arm.
On park benches, they lock fingers and let the world pass them by.
The scuffed clay court and wooden fence softens the sound of their feet, the ball's impact, the occasional shout.
In Echizen's bedroom, they play videogames with the volume turned down.
When Echizen grows bored, he climbs onto Kawamura's lap and kisses him.
The hum of the fan muffles their panting, grunting, moaning.
Afterwards, Kawamura lies there, eyes open and Echizen's breath on his neck.