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If there was one thing that Furuya still hadn’t gotten used to when it came to being with Miyuki, it was just how easy to was to rest peacefully in his arms. A quiet movie playing off in the distance, barely audible, lulled Furuya into a state of relaxation where he hovered between dreams and reality and the only thing that kept him tethered to earth was the solid heat he rested against. Furuya had always been used to his dozing, but what he still wasn’t used to was his tie to the real world. That Miyuki Kazuya had accepted his stilted confession all those months ago and that he was here and real and holding him close.
Furuya inhaled a deep breath, taking in that warm, clean scent that Miyuki exuded on his downtime. It was cold that day, really cold, so snuggling up together in a pile of blankets and sweaters seemed like the only natural way to spend the day. So many people had already gone home for the holidays, campus was nearly empty and they knew they wouldn’t be bothered at that point.
Miyuki exhaled in turn and Furuya could feel him melt further into the sheets.
“Something wrong, Miyuki-senpai?” Furuya asked, tilting his head up ever so slightly just to see for himself if Miyuki was okay. He felt the shake of Miyuki chuckling under his cheek, as well as his arm fastening around his waist more tightly.
“No, it’s just good to relax,” Miyuki replied. That was all Furuya needed to hear and he buried himself back in the crook of Miyuki’s neck, soaking up the warmth as he smoothed his hand over Miyuki’s chest. It was instinctive, because Miyuki’s chest was hot under his palm and his shirt that hooked on Furuya’s fingers only further helped to warm up his hand, but the placement also had the added benefit of feeling the soft thump, thump of Miyuki’s heartbeat.
Furuya smiled, hidden away in the comfort of Miyuki’s neck.
He had become so dizzy from the feeling of happiness, Furuya had hardly processed that Miyuki had shut off the film, only becoming aware when he felt a warm, rough touch ghost over the back of his hand. Furuya opened his eyes and took note. Miyuki was running the tips of his fingers up and down Furuya’s hand, back and forth in such a slow, languid motion that Furuya was almost lulled into sleep once again, but Miyuki had always had a way of keeping Furuya on his toes.
Miyuki took hold of his hand then, lifting it up from his chest and Furuya had to find Miyuki’s expression to see what he was doing.
All Furuya could see was the rapt gaze in Miyuki’s eyes, locked onto Furuya’s hand as he thumbed over his knuckles.
“How’s your hand after the training camp? Ready for a whole new season, I take it…” Miyuki asked, and Furuya felt it more than heard.
A whole new season…
Honestly, Furuya wasn’t ready to think about it since a whole new season meant one without playing by Miyuki’s side. He’d still be around for another few months but…
Furuya found himself snuggling closer to Miyuki, tangling his long legs with his and that was about as good of a response as he was willing to give. He didn’t want to admit how much playing with Miyuki had come to mean to him, and how much he would miss it once it was gone even though he was certain that Miyuki was fully aware of all of that. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t understand that…
Miyuki chuckled again.
“Yeah, I know…” he said, as if Furuya had said all of those things and the silent understanding made Furuya’s heart ache.
The quiet caught up to them, surrounded them, and soon all Furuya could hear was the sound of Miyuki’s fingers still brushing against his own.
“Your hands have given us so much…” Miyuki muttered, and Furuya had to lift his head then to pay more attention to Miyuki’s words. Miyuki seemed a bit perplexed by the sudden attention but he laughed it off and continued to gaze longingly at Furuya’s hand. “I’ve just seen all your hard work play out is all, it’s been an amazing experience.”
Miyuki’s words sunk deep into Furuya’s soul. He still had a hard time believing that one that had been so lonely such as he had been could feel this way now, could have such declarations made about him and he shivered as he watched Miyuki bring his hand closer to his mouth to press a kiss to the tips of his fingers.
“Hm, they’re still surprisingly soft for all the practice you’ve been through,” he commented, pressing another kiss against them as if to test his theory. He smiled against them and Furuya felt his heart race, his pulse speed. They had kissed a few times before, had taken naps together, but Furuya was only now realizing that this was the first time they had been like this alone, and awake and without anybody to interrupt. He wondered if maybe that was why Miyuki seemed so much more unguarded, and why Furuya did as well.
Miyuki kissed the tips of Furuya’s fingers again, his knuckles… Furuya swallowed, felt his eyelids slip low as he honed in on the sight of Miyuki kissing his hand. He leaned in to catch a kiss on the lips for himself, and Miyuki kept the hold on his hand tight as their kiss burned between them. When Furuya pulled back for a breath, Miyuki kissed his palm, his wrist and suddenly every sweater and blanket they had snuggled into felt like too much. Furuya dipped back in to kiss the person who had given him so much. The one he thought he could never repay, not that Miyuki would ever think that he needed to…
Miyuki made a small sound in his throat when Furuya deepened their kiss, and he could feel the grip on his hand loosen through Miyuki’s sudden weakness. It only aided Furuya in getting his hands on Miyuki though, cupping his face and then splaying his fingers over the curve of his neck. Furuya could feel Miyuki arch into him and he knew the heat rising between them would be building to something. He knew there was a first time for everything, and he desired nothing more than for his first time to be here and now, sheltered from the cold outside and the loneliness in his heart by the one he had left his old life behind for.
And as Miyuki’s lips found Furuya’s hand again, dragging wet lips over his skin and worshiping each finger with the heat of his mouth, the buzz spreading through Furuya’s body let him know that there was nothing he had to be nervous about…
Not the future…
Not right now…
All he had to worry about was loving every inch of Miyuki Kazuya the way he loved him...