It is insane how long it has been since I updated this fic. I am so sorry. This next chapter is short but can be read either as a standalone or as a continuation of the previous chapter, however you like it.
Hope you enjoy!
The Aftermath
This was Akihiko's favourite part; not that he didn't relish making love to Misaki, of course he did. Feeling his beloved writhe and moan under his ministrations filled him with an intense feeling of satisfaction and contentment.
However, it was those precious moments after they had both satiated themselves that he so cherished.
The hot, sweaty exhaustion, when Misaki finally forgot his nerves and his shyness and simply collapsed willingly into Akihiko's open arms.
Misaki's head nestled on Akihiko's chest, resting right where it belonged, over his heart; his tousled hair and panting breath tickling sensitive skin; his arms encircling Akihiko's waist, holding them together.
Akihiko knew that Misaki loved him. He showed him every day in so many small, secret ways. But only now, only like this, in the dark of night when they had shared as much of themselves as they could with each other, opening themselves up for the other to wound or protect, was Misaki's love for him blindingly visible.
Yes, this moment was Akihiko's favourite, a moment of heavenly perfection to cherish until he finally fell into dreams and could blissfully relive it all over again.
