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And sitting there, face resting in the crook of Naegi’s neck, Kamukura feels safe. Restless thoughts, countless equations, talents all fighting for attention… they fall to the back of his mind, the constant whirling of bullshit, as Kuzuryuu would call it, losing their grasp, upwinded by the sensory presence that is his own emotions. All because of the warmth now crowding his chest, making it hard to breath. And despite all of its predictableness, Kamukura loses himself in it, drunk on the feelings that Naegi is able to evoke in him.
Fingers dance along his spine, rubbing circles and tracing scars through the fabric of his shirt, scars that feel like they were made a millenia ago as his body is enveloped by the other man.
Kamukura pushes his face deeper into Naegi’s collarbone, arms tightening around him. The almost laugh - full of fondness and a little breathy - that meets Kamukura’s ears makes his heart crawl to his throat. He turns his head, cheek now resting against Naegi’s shoulder and glances up at what little he can make of his face, briefly making eye contact before breaking away again, overwhelmed by the simple intimacy of it. Naegi smiles at him, and he feels the corner of his own mouth twitch up slightly in response, his heart swelling a bit.
It’s only a couple seconds before Naegi leans down, Kamukura finally lifting his head just so he can meet Naegi’s lips in a small kiss, before moving again to kiss his cheek. Naegi laughs breathlessly again, and lifts a hand to Kamukura’s cheek, tilting his head so their lips fit together like puzzle pieces. He can feel Naegi’s smile against his mouth, and the warmth in his chest threatening to burst as he peppers the rest of his face with kisses, the chuckle from early building into a full blown laugh.
After a kiss to Naegi’s brow, Kamukura presses his forehead to Naegi’s own, eyes closed and feeling the tickle of breath against his lips. They sit quietly for a second, legs wrapped around each other, one of Naegi’s hands tangled in the mess of Kamukura’s hair, lightly combing through any snags he comes across. A small inkling of a thought drifts through Kamukura’s mind, that this is home, before it floats away again, lost beneath the unsteady ebb and flow of his own thoughts.
Naegi kisses his cheek, and his voice is soft when he speaks.
“What are you thinking about?” It’s a simple question, one that has a multitude of answers, some connected to the constant background drone of Kamukura’s talents, the others connected to the ethereal present of his own vaguely interconnected feelings. It turns his mind to mush in such a way it’s almost hard for him to verbalize.
“I would like you to kiss me again.” Is what he settles on, and Naegi complies, moving from the mole on his chin to the thin scar on his cheek. It fills Kamukura with such a warmth and tenderness of which Kamukura barely knows what to do with. It expands in his chest and constricts in his throat and makes his stomach feel as if he’s about to be sick, filling his body with the sort of jittery affection that would make his hands shake if he were in less control of himself.
The emotion Naegi evokes within him is overwhelming, makes him feel the type of happiness that if he were more prone to displays of energy would have him jumping around the room. At the moment it simply results in the small motion of drumming his fingers where they sit on Naegi’s shoulder, the repetitive movement quelling the happiness just enough for him to ground himself back in the present, thoughts scattering as he’s able to focus back in on the soft press of Naegi’s lips against his face.
And in a blind leap of trust and affection, the words slip for Kamukura’s mouth without meaning to.
“I love you,” Naegi freezes and pulls back, eyes wide with shock and for a second Kamukura’s heart stops, consumed by the irrational fear that he had made a mistake, briefly allowing the thoughts and predictions of his analytical talent to come to the surface to confirm that he hadn’t.
And then Naegi’s face softens, and any doubt or fear that Kamukura had felt a second earlier is swept away and buried underneath the pure adoration and love that coats Naegi’s features.
“I love you, too” His lips brush the scar as he speaks, and the warmth within Kamukura overflows, his throat constricting as he pulls Naegi back into a hug, arms tight around the other man and face pushed into his neck. His heart thrums in his chest, breathing somewhat unsteady as Naegi’s arms wrap around him squeezing his shoulders and gripping the material of his shirt like Kamukura will disappear if he lets go.
And as he presses his face into Naegi’s collarbone, Kamukura’s heart swells, that feeling of safety and home overtaking him once again.