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Kazuha had always been patient with Scara and his initial aversion to touch, understanding that it was foreign to him. Over time the light touches shared between them became more deliberate, more sure of themselves as they grew closer. For the longest time, Scara hadn’t understood humans and their desire for physical contact. He’d seen it everywhere, ranging from light touches on the shoulder to hand-holding and even kissing. That last one he especially didn’t understand the appeal of.
That is until he met Kazuha.
The beautiful puppet who had been crafted to be the perfect being thought himself to be no match for the samurai's elegance. Kazuha’s crimson attire and platinum hair drew anyone’s eye wherever he went. He was softspoken, yet carried himself with a certain air of dignity. His always wore the warmest of smiles, and Scara had a habit of studying the way his delicate features changed whenever he was lost in deep thought.
He really wanted to kiss him.
From what Scara had seen of human relationships, first kisses were meant to be special and he wanted to make sure something so memorable had the proper setup. He couldn’t just kiss Kazuha anywhere. The location would matter if he wanted the moment to be sentimental, and it just so happened he knew the perfect place.
“Close your eyes,” Scara instructed the blond. Kazuha did as he was told as his lover led him up the winding walkways of Sumeru City. Judging by his senses, it was a path that Kazuha hadn’t taken before, somewhere much higher than the rest of the city. They came to a halt and the samurai could hear the sound of a large doorway opening. Once they were both inside, Scara turned towards him.
“You can look now.”
When Kazuha opened his eyes, he found himself in a grand chamber with a high-arched ceiling. Below the walkways stretched a chasm leading down towards the roots of the great tree. An ornate lotus-shaped platform sat in the center of the room and leaf-like pillars rose over them.
“Wow…” Kazuha’s voice lightly echoed as he spoke. “This is… beautiful.”
Scara smiled proudly. “Welcome to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.”
Kazuha recognized that name. Wasn’t this the secluded chamber of the Dendro Archon? He knew of his lover’s relationship with the god, but was surprised to find himself standing in such a divine setting.
Scara seemed to have read his mind. “Don’t worry, she’s not here right now.” He carried on towards the center of the room, Kazuha trailing after him.
“And for what occasion has the Dendro Archon’s right-hand man invited me to such a place?”
Scara turned to face him as he took a seat on the edge of the lotus-shaped platform. “I wanted to kiss you somewhere special.”
The blond was taken aback by his straightforward reply. “I see you put a lot of thought into this.” Smiling, he took the puppet’s hands. “I’d love to share a kiss with you, Scara.”
“Thank you,” Scara murmured, feeling a little more at ease. He closed his eyes as he leaned forward and joined their lips together.
Now that it was happening, Scara realized just how out of his element he was. He was still stiff, uncertain of what exactly he should be doing.
Scara frowned as Kazuha pulled away from him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You’re overthinking it. I can tell.”
Scara scoffed. "Then why don’t you show me how it’s done?"
“Gladly.” The blond cupped the other man’s face in his hands. “Relax a little. I’ll lead you.” Scara did as he was told and relaxed into his touch.
Kazuha’s lips were soft, that was for certain. The way that the blond melted into him was intoxicating and it didn't take long for Scara to match his rhythm. Kazuha took one of Scara’s hands and guided it down towards his waist where it settled comfortably. It was if the entire world had stopped and nothing else mattered. Here in this chamber, it was just the two of them.
Eventually the samurai broke the kiss, breathless and grinning ear to ear.
“Was that good?” the puppet was quick to ask.
“Of course,” Kazuha laughed. “I would only ever love kissing you.”
“...Can I do it again?”
“Yes, love. Always.”
And again the samurai kissed him. Their souls had practically molded into one as if by magic, as if this was what they were meant for. Scara understood it now, the desire to have something so dear and intimate with another person.
And it was all thanks to Kazuha.