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"Heeey. Fuuta."
Mikoto was smiling happily as Fuuta sat down on the bed next to him, he was quick to wrap his arms around Fuuta's torso and softly pressing his lips against the other male's cheek.
"What's with you today, Mikoto?" Fuuta's voice was a mix of annoyance and curiosity, his cheeks heating up slightly as he felt Mikoto's lips.
Mikoto pulled away, looking into Fuuta's eyes with a playful smile plastered on his face. "I just noticed how soft your face is." He gently brushed his fingertips across the contours of Fuuta's cheek, causing a bashful smile to appear on the latter. "It's so soft."
Fuuta blushed even deeper, trying to hide his face in Mikoto's chest. "Stop it," he mumbled, though his voice lacked any real meaning. The feeling of Mikoto's touch was somewhat soothing to him.
Mikoto just smiled, then held Fuuta's face and leaned in to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. Fuuta's eyes widened for a moment before closing, his body practically melting into the embrace. His heart was beating extremely fast in his chest as Mikoto's arms tightened around him, pulling him closer. He could practically feel Mikoto's love, and it created a comforting warmth.
The kiss grew sort of more intense, Mikoto's hands moving to cradle Fuuta's face once again as if he was afraid he might break him. Fuuta's arms were wrapped around Mikoto's neck, his hands holding onto the soft strands of hair. He couldn't help the small, contented noises that escaped his throat, his body reacting instinctively to the affection.
When they finally pulled apart, both were panting slightly, their eyes meeting each other's. "Fuuta," Mikoto whispered, his voice filled with affection. "You're so precious to me."
Fuuta's eyes widened slightly at the confession, his heart swelling in his chest. He knew Mikoto cared for him, but hearing it said so openly was something else entirely. He leaned in again, pressing his forehead against Mikoto's. "Mikoto," he murmured, his voice shaky. "You.. you're also very precious to me."
Their lips met once more, this time much more softer and gentler.
They cherished each other, they loved each other more than anything. As they continued kissing, all of Fuuta's and Mikoto's worries that were once latching ahold of them seemed to dissapear.
Everything was going to be okay if they had each other.
Mikoto loved Fuuta dearly.
And Fuuta loved him back.