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The air in the Rengoku estate was thick with the permanent chill of the late afternoon, Giyuu lay curled into Kyoujurou’s side, sucking up whatever warmth he could steal from the flame hashira.
Giyuu was the most susceptible to the cold winters, often bundling up more than the others but here, with his human furnace of a boyfriend, he felt content to nap the noon away, his head pillowed on the blonde’s comfortable chest. He could hear the steady thrum of Kyoujurou’s heart beat, feel his chest rise and fall with each puff of air. Kyoujurou lay still, his arm thrown around Giyuu’s shoulder, his other resting on the leg thrown over his body, occasionally squeezing the muscle of Giyuu’s thigh as if to unconsciously make sure he's still there.
Giyuu closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind, to find that stillness he so often sought out in mediation. But he couldn't. Not around Kyoujurou.
It was overwhelming, this feeling he had around Kyoujurou, the amount of unprecedented affection he felt within his heart around him. Every sensation was a vibrant assault on his carefully constructed walls, the scent of Kyoujurou was intoxicating – clean soap, the faint pleasant smell of wood smoke and some so uniquely and so overwhelmingly Kyoujurou. The feeling of his body underneath the cotton yukata, warmth radiating from every pore on his body, the feeling of Kyoujurou’s muscle beneath his hand, every subtle twitch in his body.
It was too much. All of it.
An emotion, so hot and immense and terrifying, bloomed in Giyuu’s chest and he found himself moving on his own. Leaning over Kyoujurou’s sleeping form, his unbound hair falling around them like a curtain. Giyuu brought his hand up to cup Kyoujurou’s jaw, his palm cold against Kyoujurou’s warm skin, he traced a path to his cheek, rubbing his thumb under the blonde’s eye. Giyuu's face softened interceptably, a small, loving small spreading across his face as he stared down at Kyoujurou.
Kyoujurou was beautiful, a beauty Giyuu couldn’t believe was laying right next to him. The way his bangs curled and fell over his forehead casting a shadow that slightly resembled a heart, Kyoujurou’s long eye lashes fanning out over the apple of his cheek, his thick brow unfurrowed in his sleep making him look more youthful, the scar running over his strong nose, his brown skin contrasting against his flame coloured curls, full lips parted and relaxed from his ever constant smile. Kyoujurou was the most gorgeous man Giyuu had ever met.
Kyoujurou was the sun Giyuu's moon revolved around, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Giyuu sighed quietly, nuzzling his nose into Kyoujurou’s cheek, pressing soft kisses into the skin. Once, twice, thrice. Mapping out the constellation of freckles on his cheeks with his lips, but it wasn't enough. Nothing could ever convey the amount of affection he truly felt in this moment, no words nor actions could help. The kiss was too soft, too fleeting. It didn't convey the violent, unrelenting love and tenderness that was crawling its way up his throat.
He moved, acting on an impulse born from a primal need. He bit Kyoujurou. It wasn’t malicious, it wasn’t intended to draw blood or to cause serious injury, it was soft, a nibble. A firm pressure on the flesh of Kyoujurou’s cheek, the press of teeth simply meant to convey the message of I love you, so much more than words or regular actions can offer. I love you and it hurts.
Giyuu felt the weight of Kyoujurou’s face on his tongue, the skin warming him up on the inside. Gently he rolled the flesh between his teeth, ever so gently applying the slightest amount of more pressure, sighing pleasantly through his nose, eyelids closing slightly.
Kyoujurou jolted awake with a startled, guttural sound, “Hmph — Giyuu?” Making Giyuu release him and jump away.
Kyoujurou’s eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of sleep, his golden gaze finding Giyuu’s moonlit one hovering above him, frozen. A blush spread across Giyuu’s face, red and embarrassed. The deed was done, and Giyuu was mortified.
“I’m sorry..” He apologized meekly, sitting up properly and covering his face with the sleeve of his yukata. “I don’t know what… came over me.” He tried to explain, his voice quiet and low.
Kyoujurou brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the slight teeth marks left behind, before chuckling heartily. “Were you hungry, sweetness?” He asked, his voice light. “Shall I go fetch you a snack?” He teased.
Giyuu shook his head, squeaking out and burying his face into his palms, the blush spreading down his neck and to his ears.
“I’m sorry… ” Giyuu mumbled into his hands, listening to the rustle of clothing before being dragged into Kyoujurou's lap, strong arms wrapping around his waist.
Kyoujurou propped his head up onto Giyuu’s chest, nuzzling his cheek into the flesh of his breast.
“It’s okay, amor,” Kyoujurou muttered, his soft tone causing Giyuu to peek through his hands and down at him, meeting his devoted gaze.
Slowly, Giyuu relaxed and lowered his arms, wrapping them around Kyoujurou’s shoulders, burrowing his fingers through his sleep tousled curls, scratching his scalp gently. A pleased sigh escaped Kyoujurou’s throat, as he melted into Giyuu's touch and body.
“I understand, my love,”