Day 3 - Confessions
Kotaro pulled Keiji's bangs away from his forehead and placed a chaste kiss on his skin, trailing kisses down to his nose. "Keiji, Keiji," he sang in a murmur. Keiji smiled as Bokuto kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you, Keiji," he whispered.
Keiji wrapped his arms around Kotaro's waist, pulling him against him, running his fingers all over his skin, feeling the toned muscles underneath his fingers. He planted a kiss on the corner of Bokuto's smiling lips and hid his face on the others neck, inhaling deeply and Bokuto's arms around his back, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Hey Keiji," Bokuto said in a small voice. "Do you love me?" Keiji's eyes widened and his hands, slid between their two bodies and he planted his palms in Kotaro's chest, pushing him back so he could look him in the eye.
Kotaro was staring at him, a wrinkle between his eyebrows. It wasn't often that Bokuto Kotaro looked this serious. Keiji's shoulders slumped, his eyebrows raised in surprise and his lips slightly parted. "Kotaro…" he breathed.
How could he even ask?! After all these years, through pain and joy, Keiji had been there… How could he doubt his commitment?! His adoration for him?!
A knot formed in his throat. He swallowed dry, trying to shove it down, make it go away along with the hole forming in his stomach. "Of course I do," he managed to say, his voice a whisper.
Kotaro's jaw dropped and his brows shot up in surprise. "No, no, no! Keiji, Keiji that's not— I mean, I know," he broke into a light chuckle, something rare for Kotaro, reserved only for Keiji. "I know you love me," he grinned from ear to ear.
"I don't… I don't understand," that sudden stab of despair still lingered but he also felt immensely relieved, if it was even possible to feel so much all at once.
His hands flew to Keiji's face, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs and he gazed at him with the kind of deep love that made its roots deep inside of your soul and could never truly be gone, the kind of love Keiji felt for him. Which was why, after all this time, Keiji was having such a hard time understanding how Kotaro could ask something like that yet at the same time say he knew Keiji loved him.
"Keiji you never say those three words," he admitted, glancing down, heat rising to his cheeks. "You always say 'me too' or just kiss me… I want to hear… I want to hear you say it," he murmured, lifting his eyes to meet Keiji's, his hands dropping to Keiji's waist, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
Keiji rolled his eyes, a smile spreading over his features. Only Bokuto Kotaro could make him feel that kind of anguish and heal him right up with just a few words. "Bokuto Kotaro," Kotaro tensed, hearing his full name. "I have always loved you. Is that okay for you?" He nodded, blushing furiously and pulled Keiji into a long, loving kiss.
Day 3 Promtp - Confessions or Internet Famous
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