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Sakuya felt like his head was full of cotton candy— fluffy, sweet. And kinda sticky. He stared back at Tenma with a dazed look and parted lips.
“I think we're pretty good at that,” murmured the Summer leader with stars in his eyes.
…
It had been a particularly exhausting day of dealing with the kids at work, and after a good shower, all Sakuya wanted was a nap before dinner. As he walked back to his room, Tenma was in the courtyard, just sitting down to study a script. The ginger looked up with that charming lopsided grin of his.
“Good job today. Read through this with me?” He asked, getting up to give his boyfriend a hug.
Sakuya couldn't even stifle his yawn. “After dinner, I will. I'm going to rest for a bit...” he mumbled.
“I'm being openly affectionate, and you're too tired to appreciate it?” Tenma half-complained, but still held Sakuya close for a moment. “What if I join you? I mean, I wanna spend time with you since we're both home and all...” He let go and looked away, red creeping into his cheeks.
Hold on. Sleeping with Tenma? Okay, Sakuya was pretty sure people usually meant something else by that, but it was still kind of a deal to do that literally, right? Still, it would be nice to try... “Yeah, okay!”
…
Sakuya's bed was unmade, he realized, but if Tenma noticed, he didn't seem to mind as he crawled up to his side. There was an awkward moment as they sat there just looking at each other, unsure of what to do, until Sakuya laid down and Tenma followed suit. It took a bit of adjustment, but they wound up half holding each other. It was warm and comfortable to share a bed like this, Sakuya thought, letting the exhaustion take him.
Tenma pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. It felt strange to leave it unreturned, so Sakuya tilted his head, bringing his lips to his boyfriend's. Sleepy and slow, he lingered. When he backed up a bit, surprisingly, Tenma kissed him again. And held it. Maybe it was just being tired lowering his inhibitions and all, but... Sakuya pressed his tongue to the inside of his own lips. Without hesitation, Tenma responded by parting his, swiping his tongue across Sakuya's lips. It was instinct, pure and simple, that led them deeper, trying to learn each other's lips as well as they knew their own. And maybe it was clumsy, but it felt like the most natural thing to try exploring Tenma's mouth, while the younger actor ran his hands through Sakuya's hair. It was approaching something like desperation, and yet they went no further. This was new and unfamiliar already. Neither of the two needed to say that this was all they wanted right now.
…
Sakuya looked up, breathless, and almost lost himself in the night sky of Tenma's eyes. “I love you,” he blurted out.
Tenma seemed dazed, but not surprised. He leaned over Sakuya with parted and slick lips. “I love you too,” he whispered, taken too far apart to be anything but honest. Sakuya pulled him back down again, but just holding him close. With a head full of clouds, he closed his eyes.