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Sometimes Thoma would bring them small pot of tea and they'd doze off together under the same quilt. Other nights, Ayato would snuff the lantern in his room and curl himself next to Thoma‘s form in the dark, hoping for another kiss. He was never denied this silent request.
There was so little that was denied to the young lord. But Thoma would also say that there was very little he truly asked for.
And then sometimes when they were kissing — being so close to one another — Ayato would hook his leg over Thoma’s thigh, and press his groin against Thoma’s leg, and they would grind against each other. Drunken-eyed and grasping at each other, they’d swallow each other’s heavy breaths and moans.
Thoma very much felt that this was love – at least to him, at least to his young, tender heart – though he kept this thought to himself.
To possess something is to know that possession is fickle. To keep something is never a guarantee, oft fleeting in nature. And with half a birthright to this land, being half-bound to this world the Kamisato Estate encompassed – there were very few things Thoma would claim he possessed for himself.
Series
- Part 3 of Thomato