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He adored him. God, how unbearably much he adored him.
That midnight-black hair, curling around his fingers like soft snakes. Those slightly full lips—sweet as honey, or bitter as metal when bitten during a kiss.
He adored that smooth, velvety skin, sliding like silk against his own. He adored even more painting that pale expanse in possessive shades of red, gripping it until it bruised blue, marking it with greedy, sinful bites.
He adored those bottomless blue eyes that shone like the sea under the sun, and sometimes darkened like the sky before a storm. Eyes in which his own reflection seemed better than reality. Eyes that looked at him with irritation, embarrassment, amusement, anger—but most of all, with love.
Eyes that looked only at him, giving him the feeling of wings on his back.
He adored that body—no doubt crafted in heaven itself. And of course, made just for him. The narrow waist fit perfectly into his palms; the firm hips trembled sweetly under his touch; those long legs were so easy to throw over his shoulders.
That snow-white back, neck, and shoulders were his personal canvas, one he lovingly adorned with marks so everyone would know—his. Only his.
He adored that voice, the one that made his heart ache with bliss every time it said his name. He adored that bright laughter, echoing joyfully in his chest, and the muffled moans that spread through his veins like molten fire.
He adored every little thing—every quiet breath, every surprised arch of a brow, every warm smile, every fleeting glance cast his way, every word that fell from those soft lips.
He adored all of him, and sometimes Kaiser thought he might drown in that love.
Beneath his cheek, the beloved heart beat steadily, while slender fingers gently played with his hair. Michael tightened his arms around the man beneath him, as if trying to absorb him completely, to weave their bodies together forever.
“Hey, you’ll kill me like that!” came the playful protest by his ear, but he didn’t loosen his hold. Only replied lazily,
“You killed me first.”
Killed him, yes. Because after meeting Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser ceased to exist. His body was now inhabited by this strange creature that melted and lost its mind in the arms of its beloved. That adored him boundlessly and secretly worshiped him, guarded him jealously, and drowned in the love that overflowed inside.
Here he was—right in his arms—yet somehow it still didn’t feel close enough. He wanted more, even closer, so that no one, nothing, could ever take him away. To lock themselves away together and destroy the keys, to plunge into the depths side by side and sink, sink, sink until there was no air left—and then share one breath between them.
To love so much was probably wrong. Unhealthy.
And what if that love one day burned his heart to ashes?
He didn’t care. He’d even hand over the matches himself.
“Yoichi.”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”