Log: Momoshiro/Kamio (Closed)
Who: Momoshiro and Kamio
When: Tonight
Where: Their favourite hotel in Osaka
Summary: They get settled into the hotel for another weekend in osaka.
Warning/Rating: PG-13
Player Comments: Snuggling and talk about weddings...pure fluff~! ^^
Comments/Crits Allowed: Yes~ ^^
Kamio: They needed this, Kamio decided, and he was very glad they’d made the reservations for the Osaka hotel while they were at camp. After the nearly three weeks they’d spent at camp, and then the misunderstanding that had led to Momo running away to Kaidoh’s for two days, Kamio was more than ready to spend some quality de-stressing time just with his fiancé.
So now here they were at Osaka, they’d checked in, taken their bags up to their room, and shut the door…now they were finally alone. Closing his eyes briefly as he let his duffel bag fall to the floor, Kamio just took a second to appreciate the silence, and the calm…before running forward and leaping onto the double bed. If he had to pick the best thing about the hotels rooms, it had to be the bed. It was so soft, and spacious, even though they never took advantage, since they liked to sleep so close, but it was still a luxury. After a second, Kamio sat up and grinned over at Momo, before giving a little wave that meant he wanted his fiancé next to him.
“A whole weekend, just the two of us. This is so worth every last yen!” He said happily, crawling to the head of the bed, so that when Momo joined him they’d be able to get settled for a bit, before maybe ordering some room service later. Kamio wasn’t tired yet, since he’d just had a two hour nap on the train, he just wanted to calm down for a bit; Osaka always got him over-excited and happy.
Momo: The train ride had been uneventful. Kamio had slept on him as always and Momo had, as always, thought he was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. They'd made it from the station to the hotel in one piece, checked in and dragged themselves up to their room. It wasn't the same as the one they'd had last time, that would have just been asking too much. But the room they stepped into was just as nice. And after everything that had happened, it was paradise contained within four walls and supplied with a large double bed.
... Which his fiancé was now running toward and launching himself at like some deranged flying squirrel. Momo laughed and shook his head, amused by Kamio's antics, and picked up the bags to place them over by the draws. When he stood back up it was to catch Kamio's gesture. And really, how could he resist that?
Grinning, he walked over to the bed and crawled up onto it, making his way over to Kamio, only to fall onto his side about half way to lay his head upon his fiancé's lap. "Mm... yeah. This is good. Glad I thought of it!" The fact it hadn't been him who came up with the idea was irrelevant, he was just being playful to see if Kamio would realise and call him on it.
Kamio: Smiling down as Momo crawled up to rest his head in his lap, Kamio’s hand instinctively lifted to start running through his fiancé’s hair. It was an addictive action, and he found he simply couldn’t not do it; and Momo had never complained. He snorted a little at his fiancé’s words, though and rolled his eyes.
Settling back against the fluffy pillows, still running his hand lazily through Momo’s hair, he nudged his fiancé gently with his knee. “Yeah yeah, glad you had the brain-wave, Keshi-sama.” He teased, using one of the nicknames Momo liked to call him in retaliation for trying to take credit for his idea. He didn’t really mind, though. The important part was they were here. “Really glad we came, though…it’ll be nice just to spend some time together without having to worry about anything. Probably sounds insane, so I’ll shut up now.”
Momo: Tilting his head back a little, he offered Kamio a wide grin. He accepted the nudge as punishment for taking credit were credit wasn't due, but kind of liked it when Kamio used that nickname. It sounded nice coming from Kamio's lips, even if it had been said in a teasing tone. Truth of the matter was, he liked all the words that came from Kamio's lips, even the silly ones.
He also liked that hand in his hair, it was soothing and gentle and Momo now had no intention what-so-ever of budging an inch. And hoped that Kamio realised that now. "Nope, doesn't sound insane. Sounds sane. I agree... I just like spending time with you, just us two. So this is perfect." Still grinning, he wiggled a little to get himself a bit more comfortable. "Just having you... that's perfect."
Kamio: Not able to help the bright smile as Momo admitted he felt the same, Kamio’s hand kept up playing with Momo’s hair, realising that his fiancé was liking it. “It is perfect. Just me and you…how it should be.” He let Momo shift a little to get perfectly comfortable, and knew that this was how they were going to stay for a bit while they wound down and got settled. And that was more than fine by Kamio.
When Momo was finally settled against his lap, and almost leaning into his touches, Kamio had to bite back a laugh. “You know, now you’re the one being cat like, Keshi.” He pointed out, purposely moving his hand to scratch behind Momo’s ear in a teasing way, before going back to properly stroking his hair. “It’s nice, you’re cute when you’re all curled up like this.” He didn’t know what possessed him to say it, he blamed the fact they were alone, and he felt at ease saying whatever came to his mind when it was just the two of them.
Momo: "Mmhm, how it should be." He nodded before leaning into the stroking with a happy little sigh. It felt good to be able to do this. They could lounge about without wondering when someone was going to come through the door or knock or otherwise disturb them. It was just them, a huge bed, a beautiful moonlit view from the window, and that amazing hand within his hair.
"Cat?" Momo asked in a dreamy sort of voice, smiling at the idea. "Nya?" He tried it out, making the little kittenish sound seconds before he was being tickled behind his ear, and he started to laugh. "Asshole... You're the cat, not me! But... I like that you think so..." Momo found himself blushing slightly, Kamio thinking he was cute was what did that, not the cat comment.
Kamio: Grinning down at his fiancé, he kept on stroking, never wanting to stop. “I really do think so. With you curled up on my lap like this…you could give Emo a run for his money in terms of sheer adorableness. And you get bonus points because you answer me back when I talk to you, Emo just ignores me.” The light blush on Momo’s cheeks was making him even cuter in Kamio’s eyes, but he didn’t want to call Momo on it, just wanted to enjoy it without risking Momo turning away to hide it.
“You be the cat now, and I promise I’ll be cat-like later. I’m enjoying this way too much to move and be cat-like, I’m not letting you up.” Kamio promised, just getting settled completely against the pillows. The view from the window was fantastic, a beautiful view of the city, lit by a wonderful nearly full moon. But his gaze was fixed on Momo, he didn’t even want to glance away for a second. “Ne, do you like being stroked like this?” He asked, suddenly curious. Momo always claimed he was the cat-like one, but right now Momo was doing a very good job of being petted.
Momo: "Think Emo'd be jealous if he knew I was taking his place." He pointed out quite happily, actually liking the idea that he was more adorable than a kitten. "But I'm not gonna complain. And I don't wanna get up. Comfortable right here..." He sighed softly, eyes closing again.
It really was just bliss to be able to lounge around like this with Kamio. And yes, he knew they did it a lot, probably more than a couple of teenage boys should, but it was something they both enjoyed. And it was fun. Even if some of the questions they asked each other while laying like this were weird ones. "Like it? Love it." It was easy to admit, especially when Kamio just didn't seem inclined to stop. "It feels... good... Even if you're messing up my hair. I like it when you do it."
Kamio: “I promise not to tell him if you don’t.” Kamio joked, smiling down at his fiancé. At the next words he paused his stroking briefly, sitting up and leaning down to brush a kiss against Momo’s forehead before settling back down and resuming the stroking.
“Ah, it looks fine.” He lied; the strands were everywhere and anywhere. He knew Momo would sense his lie, so quickly came up with an alternative; “I’ll answer the door if we want room service.” Kamio promised lazily, a smile tugging at his lips as he said it. It could also be used as a good excuse not to leave the room, even for food, Kamio preferred eating up in their room just the two of them.
Momo: Chuckling and nodding, Momo agreed without question. "My lips are sealed." Not that the kitten would even know what they were talking about if they ever did tell him, but why nitpick? He did, however, open his eyes and look up when he felt Kamio's hand still within his hair... Then closed them again at the gentle kiss. It was there and gone again in seconds, and when Momo opened his eyes for the second time, Kamio was back to leaning against the pillows and the hand was stroking through his hair again.
"... sure I do." What his hair looked like didn't really bother him, not when the reason for the mess was because of a certain redhead running his fingers through it. "Hm... so that means we're getting food? Good. Wanna eat up here, I'm too lazy to want to go out to eat now." Which was really his way of saying that he was too comfortable in Kamio's lap to want to move anywhere, even for food.
Kamio: “Mmmn, don’t worry, I’ll order it and everything. I’ll even feed it to you if you’re feeling really lazy.” He said with a smile, loving how relaxed and at ease his fiancé was. It was as if they’d traded places and Momo was just melted in his lap. It felt nice.
He was really glad that Momo wasn’t wanting to make the most of the hotel and go downstairs for food; Kamio himself was starting to feel more relaxed, and if they went down they’d both probably fall asleep at the table. He shifted a little so that his arm was at a more comfortable position; now that he’d confirmed they’d be ordering food in, he was going to be making the most of this opportunity to have Momo lying on him, and being able to run his hands through his hair.
Momo: "You'll feed me?" Momo smirked and glanced up at his fiancé. "You'll spoil me too much and then I really will end up like a cat! You'll never get rid of me." Even as he was saying the words he was snuggling a little more into Kamio's lap. He turned onto his side a little and wrapped an arm around Kamio's leg, like he was hugging a plushie. "Could get used to this..."
It wasn't usual for him to be the one sprawled all over Kamio, but trying something a little different never hurt. And Momo found he actually liked it. It was comfortable and, somehow, he felt even more loved. He wondered if this was how Kamio felt when he did it, and if so... there was no wonder he liked it so much. "You... don't mind me laying on you like this, do you, Akira?" He asked, just wanting to make sure he wasn't being a bother.
Kamio: “Never get rid of you, huh? In that case I’ll feed you and pet you all night…never want to get rid of you, Keshi. Ever. I’d handcuff you to me if you didn’t make that promise!” Having Momo snuggle up like that felt so different and nice. He let his free hand settle just resting around Momo, more for contact than anything else.
After Momo had finished speaking, though, Kamio had to blink. “Keshi, if I minded you’d be on the floor.” He joked, letting his hand continue to play with the strands of hair beneath his fingertips. “I love you being like this, it feels nice. And you really are cute all curled up like this…and you’re keeping my lap warm!” Smiling down at his fiancé softly he shrugged a little. “Besides you should know that it’s not a bad thing being leaned on like this; I do it often enough to you, and you like it…right?”
Momo: "No, stuck with me forever and ever! No turning back now!" He started, and then stopped to listen to the rest of what Kamio had to say, a happy flush coming to his cheeks at the words. It was always a comfort to know that he was wanted and needed, and while he never doubted Kamio, the reassurance was always a good thing. "I'm glad." He whispered, head turning to nuzzle at his fiancé's hand.
Momo moved one of his hands to take hold of Kamio's, entwining his fingers with him gently. He fell quiet again, just listening to Kamio's voice and hanging on to his every word. "Guess I should do this more often, huh? Could get used to it..." Grinning, he turned his head the other way to nuzzle a little at Kamio's thigh. "Could get too used to it. And yeah, I like it when you do it to me. Don't doubt that! I really like it." Nuzzling again, he gave Kamio's hand a gentle squeeze before pulling the arm a little more around him.
Kamio: “Yeah, do it more often. I like you laying on me like this. I like laying on you, too. It’s nice either way; I just like the contact. I love being close to you, it’s just nice sometimes to be the one stroking you like this.” He admitted, watching his hand run through Momo’s hair, loving the feeling.
Squeezing the hand entwined with his gently, he smiled warmly. “No way could you ever get TOO used to this, Keshi. Ever. I guess we’re both just going to have to lounge across each other more often, then! Because I’ll never stop wanting this kind of contact; in years to come we’ll still be doing this, you know.”
Momo: A playfully wicked smile crossed Momo's lips then, as he let go of Kamio's hand as he rolled himself over. Pushing himself up onto his hands he crawled his way up over Kamio, pushing his fiancé down against the bed a little and moving up until he was hovering above him, his arms braced at either side of Kamio. "I like it too. Being close to you. Always been a tactile kinda guy, but you... Yours is the only touch that makes me feel alive."
The wicked smile changed, turned into something gentle and loving as he lowered himself carefully against Kamio, and softly brushed his lips against his. A second later, he captured those lips in a deep, passionate kiss. One hand shifted down, trailing down Kamio's side until he could work the arm under him, pulling the other teen up against him as the kiss deepened.
Kamio: Kamio’s eyes had been starting to drift shut a little as they relaxed, but when Momo pulled away from his touch, and let go of his hand, he opened them to curiously watch his fiancé. Watching as Momo crawled to lay over him, he smiled up at his fiancé and nodded. “I know what you mean. I…don’t really like touching other people. But when we touch…I can’t remember how I ever lived without it.”
He couldn’t have said anymore even if he’d wanted to, because as Momo’s arm began slipping under him he arched his back a little to make it easier for his fiancé, and slipped his own arms loosely around Momo’s neck to make it easier for him to be lifted a little, and brought deeper into that kiss. It was amazing, as always, and he kissed back with as much passion as he could, just feeling safe in Momo’s arms and wanting this moment to last forever. After a long moment he had to pull back slightly flushed and breathless, but smiling brightly. “Yeah…how the hell did I live without all of this?”
Momo: Kamio arched up against him, and Momo all but purred into that kiss and letting it linger for as long as they both could, until they were forced to part from it. But Momo never let go of Kamio, didn't pull back too far from those amazingly soft and warm lips. "You didn't know. Neither of us did..." He often wondered what their lives would have been like had they found each other sooner. But then he would think that, maybe what they had now was how it was supposed to be. They'd found the right time and place, anything sooner or later, maybe they would never have made it this far.
Smiling, he softly kissed his fiancé after every other word, teasing him. "But now... wouldn't change it... not for anything... I love you... I'll always love you... Forever..." The last kiss was deeper, the arm around the redhead tightened his a little, before letting him back down against the bed and breaking the kiss.
Kamio: Kamio hummed softly in response, just enjoying the contact while he thought. The real answer was that he hadn’t lived until they’d started going out, not really. Momo had given him a fresh outlook on life, and every second they spent together made life worth living.
At the teasing kissed, every time he was kissed gently he tried desperately to catch those lips to deepen it, but they were pulled away from him at the last second, until the final kiss, which he responded to happily. As he was laid back down against the pillows, he loosened his hold slightly on Momo’s neck, and just smiled up. “Never change a thing. And I love you too, Keshi. Forever. That’s an easy promise to make.”
Momo: Pushing himself up a bit more, his weight all resting on his right arm, he grinned down at Kamio. "I figured you did when you agreed to marry me. Still think you're crazy for agreeing to that, y'know? I..." He paused for a second, blinking, before giving his fiancé a thoughtful look.
"Ne, Akira? I won't ask if you really wanna get married, because I think I know the answer to that. But... how do you wanna get married? I mean... have you given it any thought?" Momo knew they'd teased about it before, but they'd never sat down and seriously talked about it. And when he thought about it, they didn't have that many serious talks, which he sometimes found strange, but could live with. Until he got curious, like now.
Kamio: He blinked at the question, and was half tempted to brush it off saying he hadn’t given it much thought…but it was a lie. And there was no reason that he should be embarrassed about admitting he’d thought a lot about it. “Just to confirm, so you don’t have to THINK you know the answer…I really, really want to marry you, Keshi.”
“And yeah, I’ve thought about it. I don’t really mind how we do it; because whatever happens, I’m going to look back on it as one of, if not the, the best day of my life. But…I really don’t want to wear a dress.” He said in a slightly pained tone, even though he was still smiling. When they had been jokingly talking once before, Momo had mentioned that. “I would if you really wanted, but I want it to be just a nice comfortable thing. You know, friends and family…just a small ceremony and stuff. Is that anything like what you envisioned?” He asked, a bit nervously in case Momo had wanted an extravagant wedding in which they invited half of Japan or something. He wanted this day to be fantastic for both of them, so knew that there may be compromises…which he was more than willing to make. He intended to make Momo happy for the rest of his life, after all, so what better way to show this than their wedding day?
Momo: Momo laughed at the mention of the dress. He had joked about that, hadn't he? The idea of Kamio in a white wedding gown was... very funny. And very wrong. "Akira, as much as I love you, as hot as I think you are, there's no way, no way you'd look good in a wedding dress, I don't think any guy'd look good in a wedding dress!" Unless they'd had a sex change, or were so effeminate that they looked like girls before hand... But Kamio didn't look like a girl.
"Something small... with friends and family, huh? Yeah... yeah I can see that. And yeah, it's kinda what I had in mind. I sort of saw it as... just us and family for the wedding, maybe some of our closest friends. Then a party after or something? So everyone else can be a part of it. Something like that." Momo knew he couldn't please everyone, but between them both they had a lot of friends, and while he didn't want that many people staring at him during his vows to Kamio, he didn't mind sharing his wedding cake with them.
Kamio: Letting out a sigh of relief, Kamio just grinned. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that, Keshi. Because its one thing putting on a skirt for an hour or so, but a wedding dress in front of people I know best…really glad you’re not wanting that!” With that worry out of the way, Kamio just nodded as Momo kept on talking, agreeing with it all.
“That sounds perfect to me. You know…family-wise it’s just going to be yours, yeah?” he paused a little, glancing to the side a little. “They kind of are my family now, and…it’ll be better that way.” He looked back up at Momo and smiled softly, knowing that even if he managed to contact and ask his parents to come they probably wouldn’t And if they did come…it was doubtful that would end well. “Family and close friends for the ceremony, and then a party after sounds perfect to me. Are you going to ask your mum to help sort out all the details? I get the feeling she’d love to do that kind of thing.”
Momo: Idly Momo wondered what Kamio would have done had he said he wanted him to wear the dress. He could imagine him scowling all day if he had too, and that just made Momo want to kiss him. So he did, tenderly on the cheek. "Glad too. Besides, think you'd look hotter in a suit." He grinned, liking that image a hell of a lot more.
At the mention of family though, and when Kamio turned away, it tore at Momo. He wished more than anything that he could do something about that. Make Kamio's family see sense. Though he knew it was near impossible... "There's no one? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins? None you're close to?" He could have sworn Kamio had mentioned a sister at one point, but for the life of him Momo wasn't sure. And that pained him too. But knew his ignorance was because Kamio didn't normally like to talk about this kind of stuff, and he didn't push.
"Think mom would have a hand in everything any way. No stopping her!" She was an energetic woman and would probably try to arrange everything for them. Which, he had to admit, was probably a good thing since he hadn't a clue about weddings. They'd need all the help they could get.
Kamio: The confirmation that he’d be wearing a suit coupled with the kiss was enough to put Kamio completely at ease about that subject; and the vision of them both in suits was one he could easily picture. At the question, he just gave a little shrug. “My parents never really sat down with us to talk about family, so I might have them, but I’m definitely not close to any of them. I have a sister, but I don’t know where she is. She’s a lot older than me, and she got a university scholarship abroad…but that was about five or six years ago. I doubt she’s coming back.” He said with a small laugh. “Can’t really blame her. Hey, at least there’ll be plenty of seats for your family? I’d want them there a hell of a lot more than I’d want my parents.”
“I’m really, really glad about that. I haven’t got the faintest idea where to begin, and I know we’d forget something really important if we were trusted to do it by ourselves. It’ll be nice to have her sorting it all out.” He was actually half looking forward to that. While he’d seen television shows where couples sat around picking out (and arguing over) what types of flowers to have and stuff, he had a feeling since both he and Momo were ignorant when it came to this stuff Momo’s mother would be able to shine in her preparation skills, and he more than trusted her to sort out the perfect wedding.
Momo: Family was a big deal to Momo, even when they drove him up the wall he could still admit to loving them. Even the ones distant from him he cared about on some level. Which is why it hurt so much when Kamio talked about his family not caring about him. Momo couldn't imagine ever living like that. But he was also happy. Happy that his fiancé thought so highly of his mother and the rest of Momo's family. And while he knew they couldn't compare to blood relatives, he knew they'd do their best. Had been doing their best to make the man he loved welcome.
"Alright, Akira." He smiled and slipped his arms around the other teen, moving onto his side to gather him close in a gentle embrace. "So just a few friends and family, and leave mom to sort out all the details. But I think we'll have to have some hand in it, or she'll make everything pink with frills!"
Kamio: When Momo moved and pulled him close, Kamio happily snuggled into the embrace, happy that Momo was accepting of that fact his family wouldn’t be attending. “Yeah, that sounds perfect to me.” He agreed easily, nuzzling Momo gently with his cheek before letting his head fall back to the pillow just to smile at his fiancé.
“I think she’d be good; she’ll have Chieko’s to make all frilly and pink, hopefully she’d know that two guys getting married would require something a little…I don’t know.” He said with a sheepish grin. Any movies of shows he’d seen had all been traditional wedding…this was most definitely not traditional. “Maybe we can work with her, and say what kind of things we want, and let her make them a reality. She’d probably really enjoy that, and she’d be able to give us suggestions and tell us when we’re being ridiculous!”
Momo: Momo tried to imagine his sister in something pink and frilly, and found he just couldn't. Though he didn't doubt his mother would try very hard to get her into something like that. Maybe he'd suggest it to her and see how she took it? "More masculine?" He filled in, grinning widely. "Mom'll definitely love doing that, even with out suggestions. Doesn't all mothers dream of doing that for their kids? Well, most..."
He'd never really been to a wedding before, had seen them on TV and movies, but they usually rushed through them, and they were always nightmarish events that had both sides pulling their hair out. Though maybe he'd just been watching the wrong programs. Hopefully their wedding would be a calmer affair. Since it was a once in a lifetime thing, he wanted it to be done right, wanted it to be a happy time for everyone involved.
Kamio: Kamio thought about this, from what he’d seen on television that was the case, but since he’d had to sort out his own middle school registration forms since his mother couldn’t be bothered, he had a feeling she’d never been secretly pouring over wedding brochures in preparation for his big day. “Yeah, masculine, that’s the one! She will love it, and I know I’d appreciate her help. Maybe she can even make the cake or something?” He knew how good Momo’s mother was at cooking, so it would be great if the main centrepiece of the cake could be made by her.
“We’ll definitely need to enlist her help, but I think it’s going to be awesome. It really will be one of the best days of our lives, I’m sure of it. We can plan it out at our leisure, and when we’ve got enough money we can do it, then we can get our own place here in Osaka and…as clichéd as it sounds, live happily ever after.”
Momo: "Might be clichéd but... I like the sound of that. Happily ever after. But y'know... first I'd have to tell mom we're engaged." He pointed out gently. Momo had kept meaning to tell her, but someone had always come up to prevent him from doing it. More often than not nerves. How the hell did you go about telling your mother than your live-in boyfriend was now your soon-to-be husband?
"But I'm with you. We can take our time with this. Save up enough money for the wedding and to move." Momo smiled and lifted one of his arms, bringing his hand up to softly stroke Kamio's cheek. "So long as I'm with you though... I'm sure we can have that happily ever after."
Kamio: “Yeah, there’s no need for us to rush with this, so just take your time telling her. Wait until you know she’s ready to hear it.” Kamio suggested, not wanting to force his fiancé into telling her before he was ready. He was more than willing to go slowly in that respect; there was plenty of time before they needed to say anything.
He just smiled over to his fiancé then, and nodded as he slipped an arm around Momo and snuggled a bit closer. “Exactly, so long as we’re together a happy ever after is guaranteed. I…I really like that.” He knew he’d be thinking of wedding plans, and living alone with Momo in Osaka until the day they actually did it.
Momo: Momo really wasn't sure if there was ever going to be a right time to tell her, and wasn't sure just how he was supposed to know when she'd be ready to hear what he had to say. But Kamio didn't look at all upset that he'd not said anything to his parents yet, and that had been one of the worrying points for Momo. That Kamio would think he was ashamed, or not willing to share with his parents their good news. "Maybe... Maybe we should wait till we graduate? Till we go to high school." In that time they could prove to his mom and dad they really were serious about each other.
With a smile, Momo rolled onto his back a little more and tugged Kamio over, arms wrapping around him gently. "We'll always be together." That knowledge made Momo's smile widen into something very loving and very tender. He could say those words in all seriousness, because he had no intention of ever parting from Kamio. Even if, for some reason, they were stuck on opposite sides of the world from each other, Momo would still love him, still feel as strongly as he did when Kamio was in his arms.
Kamio: Kamio nodded at that; knowing that time would be a good thing; if Momo’s parents knew just yet they’d probably think they were rushing in to things. And while Kamio respected and liked that Momo’s parents looked out for their son, he knew they were ready, that this was what they wanted. Which was why he was more than happy to let Momo take as much time as he wanted in telling them.
Hearing Momo say those next words, though, made Kamio smile warmly, and let himself be drawn further up onto Momo’s chest. Now he was pretty much lying face down on top of his fiancé; his favourite position. “We will. That I can promise you easily.” Gently he pushed himself forwards a little, and bent his head to press a kiss to Momo’s lips. He only deepened it briefly, before pulling back and smiling. “No way in Hell am I ever letting you go, you’re mine now, Keshi!” With a wicked grin, he dipped his head again for another kiss before settling back down and snuggling against Momo’s chest.
Momo: Arms wrapped loosely and low around Kamio's waist, he just grinned when Kamio didn't call him a silly sap, and actually agreed with him. A kiss followed, warm and gentle and, for a mere moment, it deepened to steal Momo's breath from him. Kamio pulled back to grin at him in a way that sent a shiver along his spine, but before he had the breath to answer he was being kissed a second time.
It took him a little while after Kamio had settled down, to find the ability to speak, and when he did, he gave his fiancé a tight squeeze and bent to whisper in his ear. "Tease..." Chuckling, Momo lay his head back down against the pillows, a happy smile on his lips and his eyes now closed. "Like being yours though. That means I can keep you too, right?"
Kamio: When the arms around him tightened briefly, Kamio smiled and nuzzled a little with his cheek. “Yeah I am!” He agreed easily. He was too relaxed to carry on the teasing, though; he was so comfortable lying against his fiancé like this, and the warm arms around him made him feel safe.
So when Momo spoke again he just nodded in agreement. “Of course. I’m all yours, Keshi. Wouldn’t have it any other way…I like the idea of belonging to you. I like it a hell of a lot.” It felt nice to be so wanted by someone, and just thinking about it made him snuggle that little bit closer to Momo. Letting his eyes flutter closed he just held his fiancé and melted a little more, completely relaxed now.
Momo: He rolled his eyes when his fiancé just went ahead and agreed that he was a tease, then wondered if he should bite him as some kind of punishment. But when he opened his eyes to look down at Kamio he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked so relaxed and at ease. And with Kamio's next words, all Momo wanted to do then was cuddle him close and never let him go.
"Good... Think I could be the possessive type." Tightening his arms a little, he just held Kamio close, watching as the other teens eyes started to close. Momo fell quiet then, just watching with a tender smile. Kamio looked about ready to fall asleep, and if that was the case, he had no intention of stopping him. It had been a long train ride, and a little nap before they rang down for something to eat wasn't going to do anyone any harm.
Kamio: “Heh, think I’d like that. I can be possessive too, you know. Especially now that I have something worth fighting to keep.” Even though he’d slept through the train ride, he still felt a bit tired, and as per usual when he was snuggled up with Momo like this it was hard to fight the temptation to get some sleep. And why would he want to? It was nice to be able to relax like this and get some sleep. He was always amazed that Momo didn’t mind him doing it so much.
So he let himself start to drift off. It was very easy; it always seemed that Momo was helping him, especially now that his fiancé had fallen silent, and was just holding him close. “Love you, Keshi…always and forever…” He mumbled, as he finally drifted off.
Momo: He knew. He knew well that Kamio could be possessive, and didn't mind it at all. Though it was funny when Kamio would just randomly glare at someone when they weren't doing a single thing. It made Momo feel... loved, oddly. Knowing that his fiancé would fight for him, he just hoped Kamio knew he'd fight too.
But he didn't say anything, because Kamio was relaxing more and more, his eyes fluttering now and again until he heard those sleepy words that usually came before Kamio fell asleep. Smiling, Momo lifted his hand to softly comb his fingers through dark red strands of hair. "Love you too, Akira... sleep now..." And as he stroked his fiancé's hair, he watched him finally fall asleep
When: Tonight
Where: Their favourite hotel in Osaka
Summary: They get settled into the hotel for another weekend in osaka.
Warning/Rating: PG-13
Player Comments: Snuggling and talk about weddings...pure fluff~! ^^
Comments/Crits Allowed: Yes~ ^^
Kamio: They needed this, Kamio decided, and he was very glad they’d made the reservations for the Osaka hotel while they were at camp. After the nearly three weeks they’d spent at camp, and then the misunderstanding that had led to Momo running away to Kaidoh’s for two days, Kamio was more than ready to spend some quality de-stressing time just with his fiancé.
So now here they were at Osaka, they’d checked in, taken their bags up to their room, and shut the door…now they were finally alone. Closing his eyes briefly as he let his duffel bag fall to the floor, Kamio just took a second to appreciate the silence, and the calm…before running forward and leaping onto the double bed. If he had to pick the best thing about the hotels rooms, it had to be the bed. It was so soft, and spacious, even though they never took advantage, since they liked to sleep so close, but it was still a luxury. After a second, Kamio sat up and grinned over at Momo, before giving a little wave that meant he wanted his fiancé next to him.
“A whole weekend, just the two of us. This is so worth every last yen!” He said happily, crawling to the head of the bed, so that when Momo joined him they’d be able to get settled for a bit, before maybe ordering some room service later. Kamio wasn’t tired yet, since he’d just had a two hour nap on the train, he just wanted to calm down for a bit; Osaka always got him over-excited and happy.
Momo: The train ride had been uneventful. Kamio had slept on him as always and Momo had, as always, thought he was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. They'd made it from the station to the hotel in one piece, checked in and dragged themselves up to their room. It wasn't the same as the one they'd had last time, that would have just been asking too much. But the room they stepped into was just as nice. And after everything that had happened, it was paradise contained within four walls and supplied with a large double bed.
... Which his fiancé was now running toward and launching himself at like some deranged flying squirrel. Momo laughed and shook his head, amused by Kamio's antics, and picked up the bags to place them over by the draws. When he stood back up it was to catch Kamio's gesture. And really, how could he resist that?
Grinning, he walked over to the bed and crawled up onto it, making his way over to Kamio, only to fall onto his side about half way to lay his head upon his fiancé's lap. "Mm... yeah. This is good. Glad I thought of it!" The fact it hadn't been him who came up with the idea was irrelevant, he was just being playful to see if Kamio would realise and call him on it.
Kamio: Smiling down as Momo crawled up to rest his head in his lap, Kamio’s hand instinctively lifted to start running through his fiancé’s hair. It was an addictive action, and he found he simply couldn’t not do it; and Momo had never complained. He snorted a little at his fiancé’s words, though and rolled his eyes.
Settling back against the fluffy pillows, still running his hand lazily through Momo’s hair, he nudged his fiancé gently with his knee. “Yeah yeah, glad you had the brain-wave, Keshi-sama.” He teased, using one of the nicknames Momo liked to call him in retaliation for trying to take credit for his idea. He didn’t really mind, though. The important part was they were here. “Really glad we came, though…it’ll be nice just to spend some time together without having to worry about anything. Probably sounds insane, so I’ll shut up now.”
Momo: Tilting his head back a little, he offered Kamio a wide grin. He accepted the nudge as punishment for taking credit were credit wasn't due, but kind of liked it when Kamio used that nickname. It sounded nice coming from Kamio's lips, even if it had been said in a teasing tone. Truth of the matter was, he liked all the words that came from Kamio's lips, even the silly ones.
He also liked that hand in his hair, it was soothing and gentle and Momo now had no intention what-so-ever of budging an inch. And hoped that Kamio realised that now. "Nope, doesn't sound insane. Sounds sane. I agree... I just like spending time with you, just us two. So this is perfect." Still grinning, he wiggled a little to get himself a bit more comfortable. "Just having you... that's perfect."
Kamio: Not able to help the bright smile as Momo admitted he felt the same, Kamio’s hand kept up playing with Momo’s hair, realising that his fiancé was liking it. “It is perfect. Just me and you…how it should be.” He let Momo shift a little to get perfectly comfortable, and knew that this was how they were going to stay for a bit while they wound down and got settled. And that was more than fine by Kamio.
When Momo was finally settled against his lap, and almost leaning into his touches, Kamio had to bite back a laugh. “You know, now you’re the one being cat like, Keshi.” He pointed out, purposely moving his hand to scratch behind Momo’s ear in a teasing way, before going back to properly stroking his hair. “It’s nice, you’re cute when you’re all curled up like this.” He didn’t know what possessed him to say it, he blamed the fact they were alone, and he felt at ease saying whatever came to his mind when it was just the two of them.
Momo: "Mmhm, how it should be." He nodded before leaning into the stroking with a happy little sigh. It felt good to be able to do this. They could lounge about without wondering when someone was going to come through the door or knock or otherwise disturb them. It was just them, a huge bed, a beautiful moonlit view from the window, and that amazing hand within his hair.
"Cat?" Momo asked in a dreamy sort of voice, smiling at the idea. "Nya?" He tried it out, making the little kittenish sound seconds before he was being tickled behind his ear, and he started to laugh. "Asshole... You're the cat, not me! But... I like that you think so..." Momo found himself blushing slightly, Kamio thinking he was cute was what did that, not the cat comment.
Kamio: Grinning down at his fiancé, he kept on stroking, never wanting to stop. “I really do think so. With you curled up on my lap like this…you could give Emo a run for his money in terms of sheer adorableness. And you get bonus points because you answer me back when I talk to you, Emo just ignores me.” The light blush on Momo’s cheeks was making him even cuter in Kamio’s eyes, but he didn’t want to call Momo on it, just wanted to enjoy it without risking Momo turning away to hide it.
“You be the cat now, and I promise I’ll be cat-like later. I’m enjoying this way too much to move and be cat-like, I’m not letting you up.” Kamio promised, just getting settled completely against the pillows. The view from the window was fantastic, a beautiful view of the city, lit by a wonderful nearly full moon. But his gaze was fixed on Momo, he didn’t even want to glance away for a second. “Ne, do you like being stroked like this?” He asked, suddenly curious. Momo always claimed he was the cat-like one, but right now Momo was doing a very good job of being petted.
Momo: "Think Emo'd be jealous if he knew I was taking his place." He pointed out quite happily, actually liking the idea that he was more adorable than a kitten. "But I'm not gonna complain. And I don't wanna get up. Comfortable right here..." He sighed softly, eyes closing again.
It really was just bliss to be able to lounge around like this with Kamio. And yes, he knew they did it a lot, probably more than a couple of teenage boys should, but it was something they both enjoyed. And it was fun. Even if some of the questions they asked each other while laying like this were weird ones. "Like it? Love it." It was easy to admit, especially when Kamio just didn't seem inclined to stop. "It feels... good... Even if you're messing up my hair. I like it when you do it."
Kamio: “I promise not to tell him if you don’t.” Kamio joked, smiling down at his fiancé. At the next words he paused his stroking briefly, sitting up and leaning down to brush a kiss against Momo’s forehead before settling back down and resuming the stroking.
“Ah, it looks fine.” He lied; the strands were everywhere and anywhere. He knew Momo would sense his lie, so quickly came up with an alternative; “I’ll answer the door if we want room service.” Kamio promised lazily, a smile tugging at his lips as he said it. It could also be used as a good excuse not to leave the room, even for food, Kamio preferred eating up in their room just the two of them.
Momo: Chuckling and nodding, Momo agreed without question. "My lips are sealed." Not that the kitten would even know what they were talking about if they ever did tell him, but why nitpick? He did, however, open his eyes and look up when he felt Kamio's hand still within his hair... Then closed them again at the gentle kiss. It was there and gone again in seconds, and when Momo opened his eyes for the second time, Kamio was back to leaning against the pillows and the hand was stroking through his hair again.
"... sure I do." What his hair looked like didn't really bother him, not when the reason for the mess was because of a certain redhead running his fingers through it. "Hm... so that means we're getting food? Good. Wanna eat up here, I'm too lazy to want to go out to eat now." Which was really his way of saying that he was too comfortable in Kamio's lap to want to move anywhere, even for food.
Kamio: “Mmmn, don’t worry, I’ll order it and everything. I’ll even feed it to you if you’re feeling really lazy.” He said with a smile, loving how relaxed and at ease his fiancé was. It was as if they’d traded places and Momo was just melted in his lap. It felt nice.
He was really glad that Momo wasn’t wanting to make the most of the hotel and go downstairs for food; Kamio himself was starting to feel more relaxed, and if they went down they’d both probably fall asleep at the table. He shifted a little so that his arm was at a more comfortable position; now that he’d confirmed they’d be ordering food in, he was going to be making the most of this opportunity to have Momo lying on him, and being able to run his hands through his hair.
Momo: "You'll feed me?" Momo smirked and glanced up at his fiancé. "You'll spoil me too much and then I really will end up like a cat! You'll never get rid of me." Even as he was saying the words he was snuggling a little more into Kamio's lap. He turned onto his side a little and wrapped an arm around Kamio's leg, like he was hugging a plushie. "Could get used to this..."
It wasn't usual for him to be the one sprawled all over Kamio, but trying something a little different never hurt. And Momo found he actually liked it. It was comfortable and, somehow, he felt even more loved. He wondered if this was how Kamio felt when he did it, and if so... there was no wonder he liked it so much. "You... don't mind me laying on you like this, do you, Akira?" He asked, just wanting to make sure he wasn't being a bother.
Kamio: “Never get rid of you, huh? In that case I’ll feed you and pet you all night…never want to get rid of you, Keshi. Ever. I’d handcuff you to me if you didn’t make that promise!” Having Momo snuggle up like that felt so different and nice. He let his free hand settle just resting around Momo, more for contact than anything else.
After Momo had finished speaking, though, Kamio had to blink. “Keshi, if I minded you’d be on the floor.” He joked, letting his hand continue to play with the strands of hair beneath his fingertips. “I love you being like this, it feels nice. And you really are cute all curled up like this…and you’re keeping my lap warm!” Smiling down at his fiancé softly he shrugged a little. “Besides you should know that it’s not a bad thing being leaned on like this; I do it often enough to you, and you like it…right?”
Momo: "No, stuck with me forever and ever! No turning back now!" He started, and then stopped to listen to the rest of what Kamio had to say, a happy flush coming to his cheeks at the words. It was always a comfort to know that he was wanted and needed, and while he never doubted Kamio, the reassurance was always a good thing. "I'm glad." He whispered, head turning to nuzzle at his fiancé's hand.
Momo moved one of his hands to take hold of Kamio's, entwining his fingers with him gently. He fell quiet again, just listening to Kamio's voice and hanging on to his every word. "Guess I should do this more often, huh? Could get used to it..." Grinning, he turned his head the other way to nuzzle a little at Kamio's thigh. "Could get too used to it. And yeah, I like it when you do it to me. Don't doubt that! I really like it." Nuzzling again, he gave Kamio's hand a gentle squeeze before pulling the arm a little more around him.
Kamio: “Yeah, do it more often. I like you laying on me like this. I like laying on you, too. It’s nice either way; I just like the contact. I love being close to you, it’s just nice sometimes to be the one stroking you like this.” He admitted, watching his hand run through Momo’s hair, loving the feeling.
Squeezing the hand entwined with his gently, he smiled warmly. “No way could you ever get TOO used to this, Keshi. Ever. I guess we’re both just going to have to lounge across each other more often, then! Because I’ll never stop wanting this kind of contact; in years to come we’ll still be doing this, you know.”
Momo: A playfully wicked smile crossed Momo's lips then, as he let go of Kamio's hand as he rolled himself over. Pushing himself up onto his hands he crawled his way up over Kamio, pushing his fiancé down against the bed a little and moving up until he was hovering above him, his arms braced at either side of Kamio. "I like it too. Being close to you. Always been a tactile kinda guy, but you... Yours is the only touch that makes me feel alive."
The wicked smile changed, turned into something gentle and loving as he lowered himself carefully against Kamio, and softly brushed his lips against his. A second later, he captured those lips in a deep, passionate kiss. One hand shifted down, trailing down Kamio's side until he could work the arm under him, pulling the other teen up against him as the kiss deepened.
Kamio: Kamio’s eyes had been starting to drift shut a little as they relaxed, but when Momo pulled away from his touch, and let go of his hand, he opened them to curiously watch his fiancé. Watching as Momo crawled to lay over him, he smiled up at his fiancé and nodded. “I know what you mean. I…don’t really like touching other people. But when we touch…I can’t remember how I ever lived without it.”
He couldn’t have said anymore even if he’d wanted to, because as Momo’s arm began slipping under him he arched his back a little to make it easier for his fiancé, and slipped his own arms loosely around Momo’s neck to make it easier for him to be lifted a little, and brought deeper into that kiss. It was amazing, as always, and he kissed back with as much passion as he could, just feeling safe in Momo’s arms and wanting this moment to last forever. After a long moment he had to pull back slightly flushed and breathless, but smiling brightly. “Yeah…how the hell did I live without all of this?”
Momo: Kamio arched up against him, and Momo all but purred into that kiss and letting it linger for as long as they both could, until they were forced to part from it. But Momo never let go of Kamio, didn't pull back too far from those amazingly soft and warm lips. "You didn't know. Neither of us did..." He often wondered what their lives would have been like had they found each other sooner. But then he would think that, maybe what they had now was how it was supposed to be. They'd found the right time and place, anything sooner or later, maybe they would never have made it this far.
Smiling, he softly kissed his fiancé after every other word, teasing him. "But now... wouldn't change it... not for anything... I love you... I'll always love you... Forever..." The last kiss was deeper, the arm around the redhead tightened his a little, before letting him back down against the bed and breaking the kiss.
Kamio: Kamio hummed softly in response, just enjoying the contact while he thought. The real answer was that he hadn’t lived until they’d started going out, not really. Momo had given him a fresh outlook on life, and every second they spent together made life worth living.
At the teasing kissed, every time he was kissed gently he tried desperately to catch those lips to deepen it, but they were pulled away from him at the last second, until the final kiss, which he responded to happily. As he was laid back down against the pillows, he loosened his hold slightly on Momo’s neck, and just smiled up. “Never change a thing. And I love you too, Keshi. Forever. That’s an easy promise to make.”
Momo: Pushing himself up a bit more, his weight all resting on his right arm, he grinned down at Kamio. "I figured you did when you agreed to marry me. Still think you're crazy for agreeing to that, y'know? I..." He paused for a second, blinking, before giving his fiancé a thoughtful look.
"Ne, Akira? I won't ask if you really wanna get married, because I think I know the answer to that. But... how do you wanna get married? I mean... have you given it any thought?" Momo knew they'd teased about it before, but they'd never sat down and seriously talked about it. And when he thought about it, they didn't have that many serious talks, which he sometimes found strange, but could live with. Until he got curious, like now.
Kamio: He blinked at the question, and was half tempted to brush it off saying he hadn’t given it much thought…but it was a lie. And there was no reason that he should be embarrassed about admitting he’d thought a lot about it. “Just to confirm, so you don’t have to THINK you know the answer…I really, really want to marry you, Keshi.”
“And yeah, I’ve thought about it. I don’t really mind how we do it; because whatever happens, I’m going to look back on it as one of, if not the, the best day of my life. But…I really don’t want to wear a dress.” He said in a slightly pained tone, even though he was still smiling. When they had been jokingly talking once before, Momo had mentioned that. “I would if you really wanted, but I want it to be just a nice comfortable thing. You know, friends and family…just a small ceremony and stuff. Is that anything like what you envisioned?” He asked, a bit nervously in case Momo had wanted an extravagant wedding in which they invited half of Japan or something. He wanted this day to be fantastic for both of them, so knew that there may be compromises…which he was more than willing to make. He intended to make Momo happy for the rest of his life, after all, so what better way to show this than their wedding day?
Momo: Momo laughed at the mention of the dress. He had joked about that, hadn't he? The idea of Kamio in a white wedding gown was... very funny. And very wrong. "Akira, as much as I love you, as hot as I think you are, there's no way, no way you'd look good in a wedding dress, I don't think any guy'd look good in a wedding dress!" Unless they'd had a sex change, or were so effeminate that they looked like girls before hand... But Kamio didn't look like a girl.
"Something small... with friends and family, huh? Yeah... yeah I can see that. And yeah, it's kinda what I had in mind. I sort of saw it as... just us and family for the wedding, maybe some of our closest friends. Then a party after or something? So everyone else can be a part of it. Something like that." Momo knew he couldn't please everyone, but between them both they had a lot of friends, and while he didn't want that many people staring at him during his vows to Kamio, he didn't mind sharing his wedding cake with them.
Kamio: Letting out a sigh of relief, Kamio just grinned. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that, Keshi. Because its one thing putting on a skirt for an hour or so, but a wedding dress in front of people I know best…really glad you’re not wanting that!” With that worry out of the way, Kamio just nodded as Momo kept on talking, agreeing with it all.
“That sounds perfect to me. You know…family-wise it’s just going to be yours, yeah?” he paused a little, glancing to the side a little. “They kind of are my family now, and…it’ll be better that way.” He looked back up at Momo and smiled softly, knowing that even if he managed to contact and ask his parents to come they probably wouldn’t And if they did come…it was doubtful that would end well. “Family and close friends for the ceremony, and then a party after sounds perfect to me. Are you going to ask your mum to help sort out all the details? I get the feeling she’d love to do that kind of thing.”
Momo: Idly Momo wondered what Kamio would have done had he said he wanted him to wear the dress. He could imagine him scowling all day if he had too, and that just made Momo want to kiss him. So he did, tenderly on the cheek. "Glad too. Besides, think you'd look hotter in a suit." He grinned, liking that image a hell of a lot more.
At the mention of family though, and when Kamio turned away, it tore at Momo. He wished more than anything that he could do something about that. Make Kamio's family see sense. Though he knew it was near impossible... "There's no one? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins? None you're close to?" He could have sworn Kamio had mentioned a sister at one point, but for the life of him Momo wasn't sure. And that pained him too. But knew his ignorance was because Kamio didn't normally like to talk about this kind of stuff, and he didn't push.
"Think mom would have a hand in everything any way. No stopping her!" She was an energetic woman and would probably try to arrange everything for them. Which, he had to admit, was probably a good thing since he hadn't a clue about weddings. They'd need all the help they could get.
Kamio: The confirmation that he’d be wearing a suit coupled with the kiss was enough to put Kamio completely at ease about that subject; and the vision of them both in suits was one he could easily picture. At the question, he just gave a little shrug. “My parents never really sat down with us to talk about family, so I might have them, but I’m definitely not close to any of them. I have a sister, but I don’t know where she is. She’s a lot older than me, and she got a university scholarship abroad…but that was about five or six years ago. I doubt she’s coming back.” He said with a small laugh. “Can’t really blame her. Hey, at least there’ll be plenty of seats for your family? I’d want them there a hell of a lot more than I’d want my parents.”
“I’m really, really glad about that. I haven’t got the faintest idea where to begin, and I know we’d forget something really important if we were trusted to do it by ourselves. It’ll be nice to have her sorting it all out.” He was actually half looking forward to that. While he’d seen television shows where couples sat around picking out (and arguing over) what types of flowers to have and stuff, he had a feeling since both he and Momo were ignorant when it came to this stuff Momo’s mother would be able to shine in her preparation skills, and he more than trusted her to sort out the perfect wedding.
Momo: Family was a big deal to Momo, even when they drove him up the wall he could still admit to loving them. Even the ones distant from him he cared about on some level. Which is why it hurt so much when Kamio talked about his family not caring about him. Momo couldn't imagine ever living like that. But he was also happy. Happy that his fiancé thought so highly of his mother and the rest of Momo's family. And while he knew they couldn't compare to blood relatives, he knew they'd do their best. Had been doing their best to make the man he loved welcome.
"Alright, Akira." He smiled and slipped his arms around the other teen, moving onto his side to gather him close in a gentle embrace. "So just a few friends and family, and leave mom to sort out all the details. But I think we'll have to have some hand in it, or she'll make everything pink with frills!"
Kamio: When Momo moved and pulled him close, Kamio happily snuggled into the embrace, happy that Momo was accepting of that fact his family wouldn’t be attending. “Yeah, that sounds perfect to me.” He agreed easily, nuzzling Momo gently with his cheek before letting his head fall back to the pillow just to smile at his fiancé.
“I think she’d be good; she’ll have Chieko’s to make all frilly and pink, hopefully she’d know that two guys getting married would require something a little…I don’t know.” He said with a sheepish grin. Any movies of shows he’d seen had all been traditional wedding…this was most definitely not traditional. “Maybe we can work with her, and say what kind of things we want, and let her make them a reality. She’d probably really enjoy that, and she’d be able to give us suggestions and tell us when we’re being ridiculous!”
Momo: Momo tried to imagine his sister in something pink and frilly, and found he just couldn't. Though he didn't doubt his mother would try very hard to get her into something like that. Maybe he'd suggest it to her and see how she took it? "More masculine?" He filled in, grinning widely. "Mom'll definitely love doing that, even with out suggestions. Doesn't all mothers dream of doing that for their kids? Well, most..."
He'd never really been to a wedding before, had seen them on TV and movies, but they usually rushed through them, and they were always nightmarish events that had both sides pulling their hair out. Though maybe he'd just been watching the wrong programs. Hopefully their wedding would be a calmer affair. Since it was a once in a lifetime thing, he wanted it to be done right, wanted it to be a happy time for everyone involved.
Kamio: Kamio thought about this, from what he’d seen on television that was the case, but since he’d had to sort out his own middle school registration forms since his mother couldn’t be bothered, he had a feeling she’d never been secretly pouring over wedding brochures in preparation for his big day. “Yeah, masculine, that’s the one! She will love it, and I know I’d appreciate her help. Maybe she can even make the cake or something?” He knew how good Momo’s mother was at cooking, so it would be great if the main centrepiece of the cake could be made by her.
“We’ll definitely need to enlist her help, but I think it’s going to be awesome. It really will be one of the best days of our lives, I’m sure of it. We can plan it out at our leisure, and when we’ve got enough money we can do it, then we can get our own place here in Osaka and…as clichéd as it sounds, live happily ever after.”
Momo: "Might be clichéd but... I like the sound of that. Happily ever after. But y'know... first I'd have to tell mom we're engaged." He pointed out gently. Momo had kept meaning to tell her, but someone had always come up to prevent him from doing it. More often than not nerves. How the hell did you go about telling your mother than your live-in boyfriend was now your soon-to-be husband?
"But I'm with you. We can take our time with this. Save up enough money for the wedding and to move." Momo smiled and lifted one of his arms, bringing his hand up to softly stroke Kamio's cheek. "So long as I'm with you though... I'm sure we can have that happily ever after."
Kamio: “Yeah, there’s no need for us to rush with this, so just take your time telling her. Wait until you know she’s ready to hear it.” Kamio suggested, not wanting to force his fiancé into telling her before he was ready. He was more than willing to go slowly in that respect; there was plenty of time before they needed to say anything.
He just smiled over to his fiancé then, and nodded as he slipped an arm around Momo and snuggled a bit closer. “Exactly, so long as we’re together a happy ever after is guaranteed. I…I really like that.” He knew he’d be thinking of wedding plans, and living alone with Momo in Osaka until the day they actually did it.
Momo: Momo really wasn't sure if there was ever going to be a right time to tell her, and wasn't sure just how he was supposed to know when she'd be ready to hear what he had to say. But Kamio didn't look at all upset that he'd not said anything to his parents yet, and that had been one of the worrying points for Momo. That Kamio would think he was ashamed, or not willing to share with his parents their good news. "Maybe... Maybe we should wait till we graduate? Till we go to high school." In that time they could prove to his mom and dad they really were serious about each other.
With a smile, Momo rolled onto his back a little more and tugged Kamio over, arms wrapping around him gently. "We'll always be together." That knowledge made Momo's smile widen into something very loving and very tender. He could say those words in all seriousness, because he had no intention of ever parting from Kamio. Even if, for some reason, they were stuck on opposite sides of the world from each other, Momo would still love him, still feel as strongly as he did when Kamio was in his arms.
Kamio: Kamio nodded at that; knowing that time would be a good thing; if Momo’s parents knew just yet they’d probably think they were rushing in to things. And while Kamio respected and liked that Momo’s parents looked out for their son, he knew they were ready, that this was what they wanted. Which was why he was more than happy to let Momo take as much time as he wanted in telling them.
Hearing Momo say those next words, though, made Kamio smile warmly, and let himself be drawn further up onto Momo’s chest. Now he was pretty much lying face down on top of his fiancé; his favourite position. “We will. That I can promise you easily.” Gently he pushed himself forwards a little, and bent his head to press a kiss to Momo’s lips. He only deepened it briefly, before pulling back and smiling. “No way in Hell am I ever letting you go, you’re mine now, Keshi!” With a wicked grin, he dipped his head again for another kiss before settling back down and snuggling against Momo’s chest.
Momo: Arms wrapped loosely and low around Kamio's waist, he just grinned when Kamio didn't call him a silly sap, and actually agreed with him. A kiss followed, warm and gentle and, for a mere moment, it deepened to steal Momo's breath from him. Kamio pulled back to grin at him in a way that sent a shiver along his spine, but before he had the breath to answer he was being kissed a second time.
It took him a little while after Kamio had settled down, to find the ability to speak, and when he did, he gave his fiancé a tight squeeze and bent to whisper in his ear. "Tease..." Chuckling, Momo lay his head back down against the pillows, a happy smile on his lips and his eyes now closed. "Like being yours though. That means I can keep you too, right?"
Kamio: When the arms around him tightened briefly, Kamio smiled and nuzzled a little with his cheek. “Yeah I am!” He agreed easily. He was too relaxed to carry on the teasing, though; he was so comfortable lying against his fiancé like this, and the warm arms around him made him feel safe.
So when Momo spoke again he just nodded in agreement. “Of course. I’m all yours, Keshi. Wouldn’t have it any other way…I like the idea of belonging to you. I like it a hell of a lot.” It felt nice to be so wanted by someone, and just thinking about it made him snuggle that little bit closer to Momo. Letting his eyes flutter closed he just held his fiancé and melted a little more, completely relaxed now.
Momo: He rolled his eyes when his fiancé just went ahead and agreed that he was a tease, then wondered if he should bite him as some kind of punishment. But when he opened his eyes to look down at Kamio he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked so relaxed and at ease. And with Kamio's next words, all Momo wanted to do then was cuddle him close and never let him go.
"Good... Think I could be the possessive type." Tightening his arms a little, he just held Kamio close, watching as the other teens eyes started to close. Momo fell quiet then, just watching with a tender smile. Kamio looked about ready to fall asleep, and if that was the case, he had no intention of stopping him. It had been a long train ride, and a little nap before they rang down for something to eat wasn't going to do anyone any harm.
Kamio: “Heh, think I’d like that. I can be possessive too, you know. Especially now that I have something worth fighting to keep.” Even though he’d slept through the train ride, he still felt a bit tired, and as per usual when he was snuggled up with Momo like this it was hard to fight the temptation to get some sleep. And why would he want to? It was nice to be able to relax like this and get some sleep. He was always amazed that Momo didn’t mind him doing it so much.
So he let himself start to drift off. It was very easy; it always seemed that Momo was helping him, especially now that his fiancé had fallen silent, and was just holding him close. “Love you, Keshi…always and forever…” He mumbled, as he finally drifted off.
Momo: He knew. He knew well that Kamio could be possessive, and didn't mind it at all. Though it was funny when Kamio would just randomly glare at someone when they weren't doing a single thing. It made Momo feel... loved, oddly. Knowing that his fiancé would fight for him, he just hoped Kamio knew he'd fight too.
But he didn't say anything, because Kamio was relaxing more and more, his eyes fluttering now and again until he heard those sleepy words that usually came before Kamio fell asleep. Smiling, Momo lifted his hand to softly comb his fingers through dark red strands of hair. "Love you too, Akira... sleep now..." And as he stroked his fiancé's hair, he watched him finally fall asleep