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"Read to me." Says Kazuma abruptly.
"What?" Answers Ryuunosuke.
"Read poetry to me" His request is just as everything Kazuma does, unpredictable but so characteristically his.
Am I some sort of concubine?!
"... Please?" He speaks again, and his eyes are colored with a desire and purity that it's impossible not to melt into the petition.
"Well... What should I read?" Ryuunosuke complies, because he always complies if Kazuma asks sweetly like that.
Kazuma, "Anything. I trust your judgement."
Ryuunosuke, "Well, I'll read you then..."
Kazuma's head is supported by one of his arms, he's looking at Ryuunosuke with his lips parted. His mind has gone somewhere far away from this place, but most definitely close to Ryuunosuke. His brows raise slightly, but he does not notice, because he's too engrossed in Ryuunosuke's voice.
Here, right now at this moment, the wind is caressing the leaves outside, he feels the fabric of his clothes touching the floor and Ryuunosuke's voice echoing through his ears.
He's looking at Ryuunosuke, but he thinks of himself. Such a well-versed gentle man he is, caring and sensitive, may I still have the gift of being at least half a man of who he is? When looking at Ryuunosuke, Kazuma likes to imagine that he could be like him, he likes to imagine he's somewhere else, perhaps lost in the paragraphs of this poem, or even better in the sounds of Ryuunosuke's voice, wandering and dragging his feet, hoping the melody will catch him.
"Hey..." whispers Ryuunosuke.
He looks up immediately, and sees Ryuunosuke wearing a worried look in his face. He quickly notices why, as Ryuunosuke boldly presses his thumb carefully against the side of his face, in order to remove a tear falling there. He hadn't realized it, he's crying.
Kazuma closes the distance, and kisses him slowly and shallowly. Perhaps in an attempt to silence him, because when he's leaning on his lips, he says: "Please... Don't tell anyone..." and it comes as such an undignified whisper that Ryuunosuke thinks he loves him even better like this.
"I won't" replied Ryuunosuke, and with one finger dries away Kazuma's tear.
Kazuma feels his skin under Ryuunosuke's touch aching for more. He says in a low voice into the room: "Ryuunosuke, I want you to share yourself to me... Will you?"
"Kazuma, there's not a thing I wouldn't share with you."