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The moonlight seeps through the thin curtains, the summer nights balance the heat and Satoru likes to sleep with the windows open, his thin nemaki might as well be untied with the way he was tossing and turning in his sleep. Their bed is shrouded by a canopy of lace and mosquito net, so it’s fine if Satoru decide to sleep naked. Yuuta certainly isn’t complaining.
The thin material diffuses the light from the outside, and Satoru’s smooth, beautiful skin seems to glow in the darkness of their bedroom. The way his hair would wave lightly from the cooling night breeze, the way his chest ever so slowly moved up and down as he breathes… For Yuuta, it’s like watching a silent, timeless movie. It's gross because he really is pathetically in love with Satoru. Satoru as a whole, his mind, his body. Every. Single. Part of him.
He still remembers the first time he saw Satoru's beauty with the lens of a full-blown alpha, not just that nervous little boy anymore. Just… how beautiful he was, his eyes glimmering like diamonds even under the dimmest lights, how his hair wisps and fluffs around in this fluid, almost ghostly manner when he moves around, framing the face that was sculpted by the gods themselves; with his strong jaws clashing with his soft cheeks, his pink glossy lips and charming brows, all on the perfect canvas that is his powdery fair face, a face that looks airbrushed and painted, smooth under his fingertips without a single blemish in sight, the face gets so easily pink when he's flushed because of how fair he naturally is.
And, as if those are not overwhelming enough, his face looks like a marbled piece of art when a tear would drip from his eyes, not just the ones that would fill Yuuta's heart with sorrow; but one that will warm his heart if it comes from happiness, or fuel his lust to no end when they're made from pleasure.
Yuuta is pathetically besotted with him. His young mind can't comprehend how others can see Satoru once and think that there are other people more beautiful than this blessed being, touched by the angels and favoured by the gods.
That beautiful, beautiful face looks so peaceful when he sleeps, deprived of all the worries in the world. Yuuta is entranced by his otherworldly beauty just by Satoru just laying there, with his eyes closed, his mesmerizing long lashes fluttering every time he twitches and moves, his hair looking like a majestic silver veil over his face…
God, he just– Yuuta really needs to stop losing his breath whenever he looks at Satoru's face. They've been officially in a relationship for how long now? A year at this point? But he still gets so frequently awestruck by how stunning he just is.
His breath hitches when Satoru’s breathing gets heavier for a second as he turns in his sleep yet again, the soft cotton of his nemaki all bunched up around his thighs, showing off those long… long legs… Yuuta still doesn't know how to just, act, seeing all of this naked skin with his own eyes. Satoru has such a beautiful body, just like the rest of him. His skin is fair all over, it pinkens so easy under the slightest pressure. Yuuta has to fight his brain to stop it from bringing up the images of Satoru’s body after their lovemaking; pink from the heat, red in every single spot that Yuuta groped, kissed and bitten. All soft and silky with sweat, how his body will move with every breath; his chest rising up and down, his firm, toned muscles twitching from the aftermath. And how Yuuta would lift him up and feel his arms tensing from the weight. Satoru is so much bigger than him, both in height and weight, and god how much he loves it… He wonders if it's even uh… a thing, because he gets so hot by the thought of Satoru knowing full well that Yuuta can twist and turn him however he likes and so he doesn't even bother trying to hold his own weight. He lets Yuuta do whatever he wants with his body because Satoru knows how strong he is and– Ah, yes, he needs to stop thinking about that. But it's hard…
Every part of Satoru's body is enough to melt him; his face, his chest, his hands, his– God, he still remembers how his fingers can just dig into it, on Satoru's thick, supple thighs… since Satoru got a bit plumper after they arrived.
It's to be expected, he doesn't really do anything since they arrived back at the estate. Satoru eats 3 to 4 times a day, naps at least twice, eats snacks in between, and Yuuta loves it. God… he loves it. It makes him SO incredibly happy seeing Satoru being so sated and comfortable that he even managed to gain a few kilos. Yuuta knows how hard it was in the prison realm; he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, tortured for 7 months straight by being deprived of basic pleasures. But even before that, with Yuuta now living with the schedule of ‘the strongest’, he wonders how Satoru slept at all in the past.
But look at him now, Satoru eats and sleeps whenever he wants. Yuuta is going to make sure the cooks who make Satoru all the sweets he craves, no matter how weird, and the maids who clean up his bedroom in record time for maximum nap comfort, a hefty bonus this month as a thank you, maybe even increase their pay permanently to assure this level of service? They named Yuuta their clan leader after all, surely their treasurer will understand.
God, he wants to touch him so badly, he wants to… But he mustn't, Satoru is asleep, he should let him rest as much as possible and yet…
Honestly, Yuuta does this to himself. He complains to Shoko sometimes about how sleep deprived he is, and she simply tunes him off, assuming that he's talking about Satoru's insatiable nature (not that Yuuta will ever complain about that , as long as he can still open his eyes, he'll do anything Satoru wants him to). Yuuta is a selfish, selfish man, he already gets to have his fill of the most beautiful person in the world during the day, but his weakened heart can't prioritize his health first and go to sleep, not when he can spend time watching Satoru sleep instead. How are you going to enjoy the moonlight if you rest throughout the night, right?
Yet Yuuta knows he has to sleep eventually, he needs his energy to work but also to stay by Satoru’s side. Slowly, with the softest touch, he sinks back down, hands curling tenderly around Satoru’s waist, feeling the other shifting ever so lightly as Yuuta bury his nose on his shoulder before closing his eyes, gently being lulled to sleep by Satoru’s warmth and his delicate scent of jasmine.