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you worshipped Keigo like he was the sun. when he rose in the morning you could watch him for hours, and would stare at him when he slept. he was just so goddamn perfect. high cheekbones with smooth skin, eyebrows (take em’ or leave em’), and gorgeous avian markings. his hair was wild and unkempt, but infuriatingly sexy. not to mention the body. no but seriously, don’t mention it, you’ll drool.
you would tell him so often, and because of the Commission, he isn’t really used to the praise, perse. he wouldn’t believe just words, so you opted to follow a… different strategy.
a late night, rough and rowdy, turned into a quiet, peaceful morning as the sun flooded in through the curtains. they were supposed to be blackout, but you wouldn’t mention because of how gorgeous Keigo looked right then, sun catching his lashes and painting his face in a soft golden hue, fast asleep. he was gorgeous.
you placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, gently, barely enough to rouse anything, then another, then another. you trailed little kisses across his cheeks and over his eyelids, bringing your own hands up to caress his jaw gently. he was stirring, but still more than half-way asleep, so you continued on your merry way— kissing down and leaving a small kiss on his lips (perfect) and trailing across his jaw. you felt his arm twitch under you, as his hand came up to investigate the disturbance. his eyes didn’t open, and you would assume it was because of the light.
either way, you took hold of his hand, pressing kisses to each of his finger tips and making your way down to his palm, pressing a kiss there before nuzzling your face against it. your chest was full of warmth, your stomach full of butterflies, as his eyes finally blinked open to squint at you. confusion, then recognition, then something else. something deeper. more guttural. his eyes were a delight in the sunlight.
“g’mornin.” his single word was simple, said in a rasp of a morning voice, worn out from last nights use.
“morning.” your smile told him all he needed to know, pulling you up to press your lips together, soft and slow like the morning itself. you leaned up on your elbow as you took the liberty to reach up and run your hand through that messy blonde hair of his. soft, as always. you knew he liked to pretend he didn’t care but his expensive shampoo would say otherwise.
you took another kiss, and another, and soon you were wrapped in each others arms, and in that moment it felt like your very bones would collide. like your souls were meshing.
“god, you’re so fuckin perfect. i could eat you up.” you murmured between kisses, reaching in to claim his mouth once again. at these words, he paused for a moment, and instead of words, he just grinned. a dopey, lovestricken grin that made your chest swell with emotion (again).
“i love you keigo.”
“i love you too.”