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Kiryu’s finger tips traces along the irezumi, lingering over the dark clouds that hint at dread and sadness. Steady breaths exchanges as Majima curls and nuzzles further into his chest, seeking the warmth he lacked the past few years. The past is unforgiving.
Gently, Kiryu moves away the piece of hair covering his good eye. His warm, calloused hand instinctively cups his cheek and brushes his thumb over his eyelid. He wished time would stop. He wished he could remain like this forever. He wished for nothing more than Majima’s safety.
Majima’s soft breath quickens. Then softens. The faint whimper can be heard every now and then but yet he remains in his slumber. He attempts to push away but is met with the resistance of strong arms reaching around the back of his neck that pulls him closer to Kiryu’s chest. The puppy relaxes and nuzzles closer; seeking warmth and comfort radiating off those soft pillows.
With the reassurance of Majima in Kiryu’s arms, he calmly drifts back to sleep.
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Sunlight cradles Majima’s face like an angel ascending to heaven as it pierces through the filmy curtains, enhancing the soft features which he usually lacks. His eye peels open; tilting his head up slightly the sleeping dragon greets him, with his defined arms still loosely wrapped around him yet possessive. Those lips of his that Majima stares at so often. How he wishes to kiss them every time they meet. How he wishes to hold him close and tell him ‘you don’t need to shoulder every burden’. How he wishes to run away with him and never return to this misfortunate life.
Like a child, he squirms out of his hold and gives Kiryu a quick peck. On his lips. On his nose. On his forehead. With a dancer’s grace, Majima straddles Kiryu’s chest only to awake him with the shifting and movement. Something inaudible is mumbled as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
“...Good morning, Majima-no-nii-san,” Kiryu groggily mutters. Sleep still drifting throughout his body.
Majima paws at his face lightly.
“Didn’t I tell ya to call me Goro? Drop that formality shit awready,” He leans forward to nuzzle at his neck, kissing and nipping at the dragon cautiously. Kiryu remains silent on the formality debacle and instead, hands grab Majima’s face before relentlessly littering kisses on his face. Laughter erupts as they fight each other with soft lips and sweet kisses. Remaining in their blissful fantasy.