because K-san's had a pissy week
in my defense canis_m had a horrible week and it was either this or me attempting GyouTai and that would just be more terror than anybody wants to deal with, okay.
Sou doesn't think he could ever get tired of the way that Katsura shivers in his arms like this, when he slides his hand down beneath the waistband of his pants and presses kisses to the sweet nape of his neck. "Katsura," he says, and it's like the sound of his name makes Katsura helpless to do anything but respond. Katsura gives a small, choked cry and the tension leaves his body like the release of a bow. Sou loves this; the way the stillness falls over Katsura and enfolds them both. Katsura's too limp to move or object, and so for a moment Sou enjoys this feeling. His body and his arms cocoon Katsura like a precious secret, too sweet to be shared. This is his alone.
Reiji is not going to admit he's pleased with life, because the last time he tried that life had turned around and bit him really hard in the ass.
But still, there is a warm, limp boy beside him, still shivering a little and looking at him like he hung the moon (and Reiji's just human enough to not disillusion Naoya, even if he could). He reaches out and strokes Naoya's hair. It's fine and silky, almost like fur, and Naoya stretches out a little and leans into his hand.
He could get used to this. It scares him but he can't help it. Naoya curls against him, sweet and drowsy, and for a second he's so happy he thinks his heart is going to break.
Kiichi is actually probably going to miss the ears -- the way Naoya's go flat with horror is probably the cutest thing he's ever seen like ever -- but on the other hand, he thinks his brother's temper will improve. Even if it's a pity he'll never get to take another picture of Reiji absently scritching Naoya's ears and put it in his office again.
Sou doesn't think he could ever get tired of the way that Katsura shivers in his arms like this, when he slides his hand down beneath the waistband of his pants and presses kisses to the sweet nape of his neck. "Katsura," he says, and it's like the sound of his name makes Katsura helpless to do anything but respond. Katsura gives a small, choked cry and the tension leaves his body like the release of a bow. Sou loves this; the way the stillness falls over Katsura and enfolds them both. Katsura's too limp to move or object, and so for a moment Sou enjoys this feeling. His body and his arms cocoon Katsura like a precious secret, too sweet to be shared. This is his alone.
Reiji is not going to admit he's pleased with life, because the last time he tried that life had turned around and bit him really hard in the ass.
But still, there is a warm, limp boy beside him, still shivering a little and looking at him like he hung the moon (and Reiji's just human enough to not disillusion Naoya, even if he could). He reaches out and strokes Naoya's hair. It's fine and silky, almost like fur, and Naoya stretches out a little and leans into his hand.
He could get used to this. It scares him but he can't help it. Naoya curls against him, sweet and drowsy, and for a second he's so happy he thinks his heart is going to break.
Kiichi is actually probably going to miss the ears -- the way Naoya's go flat with horror is probably the cutest thing he's ever seen like ever -- but on the other hand, he thinks his brother's temper will improve. Even if it's a pity he'll never get to take another picture of Reiji absently scritching Naoya's ears and put it in his office again.