I took some days to rest...
Enjoy, for the end is near C:
XVIII
星屑のなかであなたに出会えた いつかの気持ちのまま会えたらよかった
The laughter lasts longer than it should, and soon turns to kisses.
The kisses turn to caresses, and everything is natural and soft.
When the clothes fall down, is almost at the same time, and it's a show worth watching ―although they don't pay attention to it.
Because they only have eyes for each other, and lips to kiss and hands to explore, barely conscious while they rush to the futon.
Shouyou is nervous, yes, and Tooru can feel it. He can even taste it, because he's nervous as well: he hasn't touched anyone in a long, long time, and he definitely hasn't touched anyone feeling this exposed, this vulnerable.
However, every kiss Shouyou gives him, every finger he feels exploring his cheeks, his neck, his collarbone, his chest and even his abdomen, is a reminder that there's nothing to be afraid of because he loves, and is loved in return.
When it is his turn to kiss, Shouyou laughs because of tickling he didn't know he could feel in certain parts of his body, and Tooru is certain this is the most evident sign that he's doing the right thing, that he isn't going to hurt anyone this time around.
That Shouyou's adoring gaze does mean only that: that he loves him, beyond any title or obligation, beyond any discomfort he may feel while he explores with his fingers the beloved body, even places his husband has never before allowed to be touched.
As soon as the kisses don't suffice, as soon as the nearness and the friction aren't enough, he aligns himself between the legs spread open to him. It's easy, really ―plenty of people have done this before. Oikawa himself has done it with plenty of people before.
But never with Shouyou, and that's what counts ―it's all that matters when the tiny back curves with a sigh, the ribs visible under the white skin after months of not seeing the sun.
He's inside Shouyou, and he's sure it isn't comfortable at first.
Nevertheless, he knows how to move ―he knows how to make him feel good, he knows where to touch and where to exert just the right amount of pressure, just as the most experienced archer knows how to fire.
He promptly feels the legs enveloping him, and promptly lacks air between the swaying of their bodies and the union of their mouths, in the middle of an ineffable whirl of fire.
It's such a devastating feeling, and at the same time, a small miracle that takes place not between an emperor and a bastard child, but among two common people.
That night, they both create something. A promise, a seal, something as wonderful and untouchable as the rain drops that collide against the leaves on the trees outside.
Realization dawns on Tooru after he sees everything white, after he feels in the flesh the foreign trembling as if it were his own, and after he listens to his own name as disharmonious whimpers that sound to him as ancestral songs and ethereal melodies.
He, too, repeats the loved name when the moment arrives.
A "Shouyou" to kiss him.
"Shouyou…"
A "Shouyou" to take his hand, to make permanent this link that doesn't vanish when he pulls out.
"Yes, Tooru?"
A "Shouyou" to fall asleep by his side and to know himself to be the most fortunate person.
A "Shouyou" to open his eyes again and again and find him beside him, to listen to his calm breathing.
A "Shouyou" to wake up alone in the morning.
A "Shouyou" to comprehend that yes, he is alone.
To comprehend that Shouyou, the real, authentic Shouyou, will never come back.
Oikawa Tooru closes his eyes once again.
Not even now has he lost his smile.
Reviews?
-Pequeña