Log: Momo/Kamio

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Who: Momo and Kamio
When: Tonight
Where: Out in Osaka, and then back to their hotel room
Summary: It's their one year anniversary, and they celebrate with a weekend in Osaka...and end it perfectly~! ^__^
Warning/Rating: NC-17
Player Comments: Much much love to Foxxie for the part she wrote! <3 And...yes, this is it! Now their love is complete!

Comments/Crits Allowed: Y



Kamio: It was hard to believe that he’d been with Momo a whole year. The time had gone by so quickly that sometimes it seemed like only seconds. But other times, he’d stare into the other teen’s eyes, and it felt as if they’d known each other their whole lives. Love was a funny thing, completely distorted time.

Now they were engaged, and for their one year anniversary had come back to the place where it had all began; where Momo had first asked him out. Osaka. Their special city. They’d already had a wonderful day there, reminiscing while browsing shops, doing touristy things and then finally going out for a meal. Now they were about to enter one of the parks, on the way to their temple, as Kamio liked to think of it.

At some point they’d stopped holding hands, and had wrapped an arm around each other to walk that little bit closer. It was a bit more difficult to walk, but so very worth it. Momo’s body heat combined with his own chased away the slight chill to the evening air, and the constant touch kept him smiling happily. Today was going perfectly, and absolutely nothing was going to change that, Kamio was sure. “Today has been awesome. It’s like the world knew today was special, and everything went out of its way to make it perfect for us.” Kamio mused aloud, his thoughts confirmed as when they entered the park the lake beside them was shimmering silver in the moonlight. Everything was just too perfect for words.

Momo: The air was crisp and clear, the day had gone without a hitch and Momo was feeling on top of the world. They'd come to Osaka the day before to settle in before he took Kamio out today. The 10th. Their one year anniversary. Whenever he thought about that, that they'd been together a whole year, he thought his heart would burst. Because he'd hoped. Beyond all other hope, that he and Kamio would last and stand the test of time. And they had.

The day had started out with them showering together, then off to shop and wander the streets, not looking for anything in particular and just happy to be with one another. They'd stopped now and again for snacks and drinks, but had carried on the tour of Osaka until early evening, then they'd found a lovely place to eat. The food had been amazing, the atmosphere electric, and the company... was perfect. Momo wondered if they'd sickened anyone with how sappy they'd been, holding hands across the table, staring at each other, eating off each others plates and, at one point, feeding each other dessert.

And that sappy feeling never faded, even when they left the restaurant. There was just something about the night, something between them that just screamed for soft touches and heartfelt words, for passion and romance, for all those things that brought them together at night and made them want to hold each other until the sun rose. Momo smiled to himself, knowing it was love that was making him feel this way. The overwhelming love he felt toward Kamio. There was no other in his life, and there would never be another. There never could be.

His thoughts were disrupted a moment later when Kamio started to speak, and Momo realised where he was and what he was seeing. It was breathtaking, the light dancing across the rippling water of the lake. Momo had to tear his eyes away to look down at his fiancé at his side, a loving smile curving his lips. "It's our day, love. Things are meant to go our way. Just for today... everything's gonna be perfect. Everything." Turning a little Momo brought his other arm up to slip around Kamio's waist, pulling him into a gentle hug. "I couldn't have asked for anyone more perfect than you."

Kamio: Suddenly he was being held, and that was just fine by him! Lifting his arms to slip them around Momo and draw himself that little bit closer, Kamio glanced up to meet Momo’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that he was on a high anyway, but at that moment his fiancé’s eyes seemed to shine brightly, and looked even more magical than usual.

“No…every day is perfect. Because every day you’re the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I see at night. Life…couldn’t get any more perfect. I can’t believe anyone would ever call me perfect, least of all someone as amazing as you…still can’t believe how lucky I am, even a year later!” He was being sappy again, and he knew it, but didn’t care! Today was supposed to be sappy, it was a fantastic day for them. A landmark. Though they were going to have many more anniversaries to come, this was their first, and Kamio wanted to make it special, to set the par for all other anniversaries.

“Can’t believe how beautiful everything is, though…” Kamio said softly, pretending to be looking at the lake, but really still entranced by the guy in his arms. Leaning up, Kamio pressed a gentle kiss to his fiancé’s lips. They’d been stealing kisses and touches all day, but now, in the moonlit park with no one about…Kamio wanted a slightly deeper kiss. Though he was planning a more passionate one for when they actually got to their next destination…something told him it was going to be worth waiting for.

Momo: Momo listened, that smile of his never fading, just wondering what in the world had gotten into his fiancé. He'd never known such a poet lived inside of him, or that he would feel that at ease saying those things. A year ago it had been unthinkable. Hell, holding like they were had been unthinkable. So much had changed in that short year, Kamio most of all. Momo had watched the boy before him grow and blossom and become more open, more friendly, and so very loving and tender... No hard edges. Just gentle touches and secret kisses.

"Akira... You're crazy! Even still, you think so much of me but don't believe I can think that of you too? I love you. Everything about you and more! To me, for me... your perfect. You're everything I could ask for in a guy and more. And you're all mine." The last was spoken softly, ending when Kamio leant up to press a kiss to his lips. Momo let out a soft, sighing moan as he tightened his arms about his fiancé to bring him closer, deepening the kiss a little. They'd been teasing each other all day, brushing up against each other, letting a foot slide up a leg, smiles that suggested something more. This was the first time they'd been anywhere that would allow them to be this close. And Momo was going to take full advantage of that.

Kamio: As they drew back from the kiss, Kamio smiled brightly. “Okay, I believe you think that. I do. I can see it in your eyes…and you’d have never asked me to marry you if you didn’t!” Even as he spoke that he felt a fluttery feeling inside of him at the reminder. His eyes quickly glanced to the ring on his hand, and the ones on Momo’s as if to confirm that they were really engaged, and that everything hadn’t been some wonderful dream.

“I’m all yours. Forever yours. Every single part of me…” He said softly, leaning up for another kiss, and reaching a hand up to bury within Momo’s hair and hold him in place. For a second he just enjoyed it, before pulling back slightly and smiling against Momo’s lips. “Always yours, like your always mine. Nothing will ever change that, I know it.”

Momo: At some point Momo had lifted a hand to press lightly against Kamio's cheek, cupping it in the palm of his hand as he kissed him. And when they parted, his hand stayed right where it was, the pad of his thumb softly stroking his cheekbone as he listened to Kamio talk once again. Momo loved that voice, never got tired of hearing it. He hung on every single word, allowed it to lull him to sleep some nights. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Glad you believe me at last. Akira... I asked you to marry me because I loved you. Because I couldn't seem myself bein with anyone else but you. I just knew, no doubts, no questions in my mind, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Forever." He said, echoing the word Kamio had used and leaning down to meet him in yet another kiss. "Mm... always, love. Just you and me."

Kamio: “Sorry it took me so long.” Kamio said softly, referring to how hard he’d made it for Momo to even be able to compliment him without him speaking up. He’d learned by now, though, learned that Momo really meant these things. He wasn’t playing tricks, or teasing…he really did love Kamio. Listening to the rest of Momo’s words just made Kamio fall even deeper. It was always nice to think of their relationships in the term of ‘forever’, and though Kamio couldn’t predict the future, he had such a strong feeling that whatever happened, they’d be together until the end. Because he was going to make damn sure of it.

Returning the kiss, Kamio smiled at the phrase used. “Yep, just you and me.” He confirmed, liking how those words sounded. With a happy sigh he pulled away slightly, and then slipped his arm back around Momo’s waist to start walking again. “There’s one more place I want to go tonight…” He trailed off, as if it were a surprise. It was obvious Momo was having the same thought, though. They were heading towards the exit of the park that wasn’t the direction of the hotel, but the shrine. Either Momo had been doing it on purpose or unconsciously because Kamio had been trying to gently move him that way, Kamio wasn’t sure. But he did know that the day would be perfect if they took a quick detour before going back to the hotel.

Momo: Don't be sorry. I would have waited for you forever." He would have too. When it came to Kamio, Momo found he had an infinitely deep well of patients and trust. Trust that eventually, when he was good and ready, Kamio would come around and see things his way, or realise all on his own. And Momo loved those time, loved when things finally came together and Kamio actually understood. He knew he could be just as bad himself sometimes, and wondered if Kamio felt the same kind of joy he did when it happened.

Kamio was moving them away from the lake now, and Momo almost pouted. It was such a pretty view, he could have stood there for hours just watching it, how the moonlight played upon the water, listened to the gentle splash as the little waves slapped the 'shore'. But he knew, without a doubt, where his fiancé was taking him. It was the obvious place to go. It was their anniversary and they'd get to go there, it was the last stop for the night. The temple. The place where it had all began for them. Where Momo had plucked up the courage and asked out a spazztastic redhead and, from there, enjoyed the best year of his life. It was natural for them to want to head there before going back to the hotel. No trip to Osaka was complete unless they saw it. It was like... a good luck charm. That by going there every now and again they ensured that they would last another year together.

Momo grinned and slipped an arm around Kamio's shoulders, pulling him close to his side as they left the park and headed down the street in the direction of their temple. "You know... I don't think I ever get sick of coming here. Don't think I ever could."

Kamio: As they started walking, and he was held close, Kamio gave one last look to the lake. It was truly beautiful, and one day they’d have to come back here and appreciate it properly. But tonight he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to get too tired or something before they went to the temple. Because that visit…the temple visit was going to be one of the more special moments of the day, and he wanted to enjoy it completely.

“No…me either. Osaka is…it’s perfect! So many memories, and good feelings attached to it. And it’s such a nice city.” Kamio said softly, watching the building as they walked. He had no idea why, but everything seemed better here. It was as if the city put him at ease and made him feel welcome. “I really want to be able to move here someday. Think it would be amazing if we could.” It was a long way off, he knew. They’d only just started high school! But…today was a day for looking back over how far they’d come, and looking ahead to the future. And Kamio saw Momo in his future, every step of the way.

Momo: "We're gonna move here. I don't care how we do it, if I have to take 6 jobs to do it, we'll move here. That's a promise, Akira." He didn't think he'd have to take that many jobs, maybe two if he was lucky. A young couple fresh out of high school, he'd probably go on to University or something if he was able. They'd probably have to live in some small apartment at first, but he figured that with time they'd be able to get something bigger they could call home. Momo had given this idea a lot of thought, it was something he wanted desperately, and something he knew Kamio wanted to. So he planned to work hard to give it to him, to them.

Momo sighed softly, just looking around them as they walked side-by-side. He was silent for a while then, lost in thought. Thinking back on the day they'd had and... thinking back on the year they'd had. The highs and the lows, everything that had brought them to that point. And before long the temple was coming into view and Momo's smile became wider still. Gently he gave Kamio a squeeze, but knew that if he'd caught sight of the temple, so would he have. It stood there on it's hill like a beckon in the night, calling them forward. And so they had to follow.

Kamio: “Hey! If it takes six jobs, then we take three each.” He said with a smile, gently shifting his shoulder to nudge his fiancé. “We’ll both work at it. It’s going to come true. We’re going to move here, and…and it’s going to be amazing.” He said in a dreamy voice. A year ago he’d had no idea what the heck he’d do with his life. It had all seemed a bit messy, and confused. But now he had Momo, and goals. Goals that he was desperate to have plan out. It made him so happy to know his life had direction now, and that so many more things were waiting for them.

They walked a bit longer in comfortable silence, just holding each other and watching the Osaka scenery. And then he caught his first glimpse of the temple, just as Momo squeezed him. It was as beautiful as ever, and as they stepped closer Kamio felt the familiar rush of emotion course through his veins. This was their special place, and as they finally made it into the temple it was as if the world stood still just for them. Kamio smiled brightly, and started up the stone steps with Momo, wanting to stand where he had been first asked out, and then proposed to. It gave a gorgeous view of the city, too, and knew that up there was where they had to be for this to be perfect.

Momo: "Y'know... I really do love you." Momo laughed, leaning down just enough to press a kiss to his fiancé's temple. It was nice to know that Kamio would share in the pain and suffering of working for a living, somehow it made him love the other teen all the more because of it. They'd be like a real married couple, living and loving and coming home to complain about work and... It was sad that Momo was actually looking forward to all of that.

And then they were there. The temple. Kamio started up the steps first and Momo trailed behind, taking ahold of the other teens hand to have him lead him up the steps. And all the while Momo was grinning. Because there on the steps was were he'd first sat down to talk to Kamio, asking him to go up to the temple. And as they crested the top of the rise and walked over to the rail, this is where it all started. Asking him to go out, asking him to marry him. So many memories attached to such a beautiful and remarkable place. It was no wonder that as they stopped walking, Momo slipped in behind his fiancé and wrapped his arms around his middle, just holding him close to softly whisper. "I love you so much, Akira. So very much. Happy anniversary."

Kamio: It was as perfect as Kamio remembered. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs all he could think about were the fantastic times they’d spent here. He could still remember when Momo had asked him out. The other teen had been nervous, and held him so he wouldn’t run away. And then his proposal…Momo had got down on one knee right at this very spot. Kamio knew that this temple would never stop being anything short of breathtaking.

This was confirmed seconds later, as Momo slipped his arms around him and held him close, before speaking those words. Everything was just so perfect, Kamio could see the city below, lit up in the dark night. “Love you too, Keshi. More than anything in the world I love you. And happy anniversary. Here’s to loads more.” He spoke in a soft tone to match his fiancé’s; something about the moment seemed to demand it. He leaned back against the other teen, into his embrace, and wrapped his own arms around himself, so that his arms rested across Momo’s. He could smell Momo’s scent, feel his warmth…coupled with the view of Osaka, Kamio felt that time was standing still, and he never wanted it to start again. “A year ago, I never ever thought I’d belong anywhere. And now…now I know I belong with you. Thank you, Keshi. Thank you for giving me the best year of my life.”

Momo: As Kamio settled against him and rested his hands against his arms, Momo sighed and lowered his head to press his face into the side of Kamio's neck. With a smile he just breathed in the soft scent of his fiancé, listening to his words and the low sounds of the wind through the trees. He was happy here. Content. There was nothing else in the world that could bother or upset him, because right there and then everything was how it should be.

"No need to thank me." he replied, softly kissing the side of Kamio's neck, and with every other word placing another kiss up along the length of his neck to his jaw. "I wanted you with me, Akira. If you'd said no that first time... I would have tried again, and again, until you said yes. I knew... just knew, I don't know how, but you belonged to me, and your place was with me. So don't thank me, love. Just... just keep loving me, and I'll love you, and we'll carry on."

Kamio: Leaning to the opposite side to expose more neck for his fiancé, Kamio smiled at those kisses. “Glad you didn’t need to keep asking. If I’d have had to look back and remember how much I put you through, I’d have felt guilty. And kicked myself, since I’d have been missing out on time I could have got to know you.” The thought of saying no, and of missed out on what they had now made his blood run cold, so he stopped that train of thought.

“I’ll always keep loving you. Nothing in the world will ever make me stop. Nothing.” Kamio could say those words confidently, and it warmed him to feel this way. “We belong to each other. That’s how it should be. I have the key to your heart, and you’ve got the key to mine. We’re going to have along and fantastic life together, here in Osaka. I can’t wait to do everything with you. Even paying bills is going to be fun, because I’m going to be doing it with you. And we’ll be supporting each other and…and that’s all I want in life. You and me together.” Sighing happily, Kamio tipped his head to the side, and leant up so he could press a kiss to Mom’s lips.

Momo: Lips pressed against the warm skin of Kamio's cheek, Momo smiled a content little smile that was all because of Kamio's words. His voice. The promise that were real coupled with the promises that were just idle and silly. All together, they just made him love his partner all the more. And when Kamio's head tipped back for a kiss, Momo was waiting to meet him, one hand rising up to cup the side of his fiancé's face as they kissed, long and passionate and so full of love.

When they pulled back, Momo allowed his fingers to slowly trail down Kamio's throat to rest his palm against his collarbone, humming a soft, happy sound. "Kinda wish we didn't have to wait so long." he murmured, kissing Kamio again lightly. "Wish we could have all that right now. I wish we were going back home to our house, not a hotel. But at least I have you still and that's all I need right now. You in my arms. In my heart." There was so much love in his voice, so much raw emotion that it roughened his voice and made his arms tighten around the shorter boy, holding him as close as he dared.

Kamio: The hand trailing down him felt so soft and warm. He loved it when Momo touched him. A year ago he’d flinched at every brush of their skin; it had been nothing against Momo, just a natural reaction from his over paranoid mind. But now he lived for them; when Momo was touching him it was when he felt most alive.

“Wish we were, too. But one day…we’ll do it slowly. We’ll work towards it. We’ll get our home here someday, and we’ll be able to say we did it on our own, and we worked for it and we earned it. We’ll have done it together. That’s…that’s worth waiting for. It’ll give us something to dream about.” And dream he would. It was his goal in life now, to be able to set up a home with Momo, and live out their lives together, making every day special for his fiancé. And he was going to love every second of it. “I’ll always be in your arms…” Slowly, Kamio turned in Momo’s arms, and lifted a hand to place over Momo’s chest, above his heart. The strong beating beneath his fingers made him smile even brighter as he glanced up to meet Momo’s eyes. “…And I’ll always be in your heart. Like you’re in mine.”

Momo: He liked that idea. It made him warm inside just thinking about their future and how they would get to that point where everything would just slip into place. It would be hard at times, he had no doubt about that. They'd maybe fight and they might argue, there could even be tears involved. But all of that paled in comparison to what they would eventually achieve. That they would soon be with each other as completely as any married couple could be. A home. A place to call their very own. And each other. Momo couldn't ask for more than that.

"It's worth waiting for." he agreed with a smile. "More than worth it, Akira." Kamio started to turn in his arms, and to aid this Momo loosened his hold upon the other teen and lowered his arms to that his hands were now settled upon his hips. He looked down at the redhead, watched what he did, his heart beating a steady rhythm against the hand pressed against it. "... I wouldn't want you anywhere else, love. And I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else. Thank you..." his smile widened, his eyes shining with the love he was feeling for the other boy. Momo wasn't sure what he was thanking him for exactly, maybe nothing, maybe everything. All he knew was that he just had to thank him. He was grateful for that moment, for the beautiful boy standing in front of him and telling him things that were making his heart sing.

Kamio: Kamio watched as Momo’s eyes seemed to shine, and it was enough to make his own slightly dampen from emotion. Momo had always been the most gorgeous person he had ever met in his eyes, and right there and then, it had never been more true. He was speaking with such raw emotion, and holding him, and Kamio couldn’t help but echo his words of thanks. Because he felt the need to thank Momo for everything they’d shared so far, and everything they were going to share in the years to come.

It was all quite overwhelming, and Kamio slipped his arms around Momo’s waist to pull them closer together, in a hug so tight to emphasize how much love and emotion he was feeling, yet gentle enough not to hurt the other boy. “Never thought my life could be this perfect. You’re amazing Keshi. Just…just amazing.” He breathed out, voice slightly muffled by Momo’s shirt as he’d buried his face in his fiancé’s shoulder.

Momo: And then they were hugging again, arms wrapped around each other and holding on like they were the only two people left in the world. And right there, standing in that temple with Osaka laying before then, it almost felt as if they were. They couldn't hear any sounds of cars or people, civilisation was far away. There was just the sound of the wind and birds and their hearts beating as one.

Lowering his head, Momo closed his eyes and rested his cheek against Kamio's hair, content to just hold and be held. "I'd always hoped for something like this... never dreamed it would be with you. But god, I'm so glad it did. Akira... I love you so damn much." His voice was hardly above a whisper as he spoke, not wanting to disturb the moment. It was too perfect, just standing there by the rail holding each other in the moonlight and loving each other more than any two people in the world ever had.

Kamio: Smiling at those words, and tightening his arms around Momo a little, Kamio just took a moment to enjoy the embrace. Momo’s voice was laced with emotion, and it was something he wanted to commit to memory. In fact the whole day he wanted to be able to remember, word for word…because this had been one of the best days of his life. Made better by the fact he knew he had many, many more to come.

“I’m glad too. So glad we got together. So glad…just glad for everything. I love you too, Keshi. Love you so much.” Though they were barely speaking above a whisper, it felt as if they were yelling their love from a rooftop. Kamio could hear Momo’s words clearly, and was coupling them to the background noises of the wind and Momo’s heartbeat, which he could feel with how close together they were pressed. It was amazing. For a few minutes Kamio just held on to Momo, wanting his fiancé right there in his arms forever, but knew they couldn’t stay there all night. Turning his head a little eventually, he looked out over the rail, watching the city below them, and feeling superior; knowing none of them would ever have a love half as deep as the bond he shared with Momo.

Momo: Bringing a hand up behind Kamio, Momo slipped his fingers through his hair, letting the the soft strands of red hair slip through his fingers. He loved the feel of Kamio's hair, loved to pet and stroke it and never got tired of it. However today he eventually allowed his hand to slip down to stroke along his fiancé's back before pressing his palm to the small of his back and pressing, bringing Kamio a little closer.

"... Do you wanna head back now, love? It's gettin late and..." he just wanted to get Kamio back and to curl up in bed with him. The perfect end to a very perfect day. Maybe they could order something from room service or just... just rest in a more comfortable place. "Just wanna get you back where I can hold you some more."

Kamio: The hand in his hair was more than welcome. He loved being petted like that, and loved being able to return the favour, since he knew Momo enjoyed it too. At those words, he grinned, and nodded slowly. It had been a wonderful day, and he could already envision the end to the perfect night. It was going to be amazing, and when they could finally lie down together and fall asleep in each others arms…that sounded perfect to Kamio.

“Yeah…guess we should be getting back.” He admitted, still holding on tightly for a second longer, before reluctantly pulling away. “Want to hold you too, and be held. Relaxing will be a great way to end the day.” He said with a smile, before casting one last glance over the rail to the city view, and slipping his arm around Momo’s waist so they could start the short journey back to the hotel.

Momo: Grinning happily that Kamio had agreed, they turned as one to start their way across the temple and down the steps to make their way back. It was a little hard getting down the stairs like that, they had to take the steps slowly so they didn't fall, but neither seemed to care too much. Momo sure didn't. It may have been getting late, but the hotel wasn't too far away and they'd get there eventually.

For the life of him though, he couldn't think of anything to say. All words had been said, his love expressed as much as speech would allow, and so far he was happy. Anything else would just be a repeat and, while he didn't mind telling Kamio he loved him over and over again, he thought maybe the next repeat could wait until they were back in their room.

So they made their slow way there, and walked in the front door to be greeted by familiar and friendly faces. Momo waved and winked at the receptionist, earning himself a giggle and a blush. It was okay, she knew they were together and Momo knew the girl was engaged also. It was just a bit of fun they always did and to stop now seemed like it could be a bad omen. They entered the lift and made it up to their floor with little problems, and the same with getting to the room. Though getting through the door side by side was a small hindrance, until Momo laughed and picked Kamio up in his arms to carry him over the threshold. "Call it practice for our wedding night." He teased as he kicked the door closed behind him, but kept Kamio held in his arms.

Kamio: It was a beautiful night, and so silent, as if everyone was bowing out of their way, and trying to make the night as perfect for them as possible. The walk back to the hotel was silent, but so very comfortable. No words needed to be said, they were just walking, holding each other, and happy. When they arrived, it wasn’t long before they were up to their floor, and almost outside their door…when Kamio suddenly found himself in Momo’s arms. At his fiancée’s words he grinned happily, as the door was closed behind them.

“Good plan; we’ll be prepared now!” He smiled, his arms loosely around Momo’s neck as he snuggled a bit closer. There was just something nice about being in Momo’s arms; Kamio could never place just what it was, but he knew that every time he was lifted, it made him smile. And since Momo seemed to enjoy it too, he wasn’t about to try and get down. Tipping his head a little to press a kiss to Momo’s lips, Kamio pulled back ever so slightly to speak. “Thank you for an amazing day, and an amazing year.” He said softly, before pressing closer for another kisser, deeper and more passionate this time. He had a rough plan for the evening, something he had been nervous about bringing up. But now…now he was sure what he wanted to do. It had been a long time coming, and Momo had promised to wait as long as he needed…but Kamio wanted this now. So he kissed with a fiery passion, showing Momo that he was serious, and giving him a brief taste of what he hoped they could share this evening.

Momo: "Mhmm, sure will!" He replied happily, smiling back and then leaning down to nuzzle at his fiancé's cheek. "Thank you, Akira." Momo echoed the words softly, lovingly, and met Kamio's kiss... Though there was something very different to this kiss. A depth and a passion that hadn't really been there before, but Momo was all for it.

Without separating from the kiss, Momo moved his arm to allow Kamio to be set back down on his feet, and wrapped his arm around Kamio's waist, tugging him close to deepen the kiss even more. His mind was whirling with the feeling and the emotions his fiancé invoked within him... but even still, he had to pull back eventually to breath... or pant. Leaning his forehead against his fiancé's he closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. "... damn... Akira..." his mind blanked then, his chest still heaving and his heart beating so hard he was sure Kamio would be able to hear it.

Kamio: Kamio honestly couldn’t say just when he was set down on the ground; the kiss was breathtaking, and short circuiting his brain. He was running on pure instinct, his need to feel Momo and be close and kiss him deeply. When they finally parted, both out of breath and flushed slightly, Kamio closed his eyes too, their foreheads resting against one another…and swore that their hearts were beating in tune. He couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t imagining things, or if it was just coincidence…but it gave him the strength to do what he wanted, spurred on by the fact that they were deeply in love, and their rhythm’s matched perfectly.

Without saying a word, or even finishing getting his breath back, Kamio leaned up again for another mind blowing kiss. He kissed with a raw fiery passion, and then…then his hands moved from around Momo’s neck, sliding down over his fiancé’s body until they came to his waist, and began tugging at the hem of his shirt. Sliding his hands under, he could feel taut muscles underneath, and knew right there and then what he wanted as he began lifting the shirt up, wanting it off his fiancé right now.

Momo: He moaned, a muffled sound of surprise and then, as the kiss deepened, of need. While Kamio's hands moved over his chest, Momo's stayed firmly around the waist of the other teen, not really sure what was happening was really happening or not, but curious as to where Kamio was going to take this. In the meantime he kissed for all he was worth deeply and with so much love and desire he was afraid he would bruise his fiancé. But no, Kamio was kissing him back with his as much fierce passion as he himself was.

But Kamio was tugging at his shirt, soft hands moving across his skin. And god help him, everywhere Kamio touched he felt as if he was on fire, tingling from the sensation and craving more. So when Kamio tugged more insistently, he pulled back from the kiss long enough to practically rip the shirt from off of himself, tossing it as far away from him as he could, and then lifted his hands to cup Kamio's face in his palms. He searched Kamio's eyes, trying to read what was going on in the other boys mind, trying to see if Kamio actually knew what he was doing and if he was sure. And what he saw there made his heart skip a beat. "... a..Akira..." Leaning in again, he covered his fiancé's lips with his own in a much softer and tender kiss.

Kamio: Momo had caught on, and within seconds the shirt was off, and Kamio was treated to the view of his half naked fiancé. Definitely something that made him smile even more, and want to go right back to kissing…but Momo was searching, checking that he was sure. Kamio was more sure that he wanted this than he had ever been of anything in his life. “If you’re willing…I want this.” He breathed, still out of breath and running on adrenaline.

Slowly his moved his hands down Momo’s sides, loving the feeling of warm skin beneath his hands and desperate to get more. Desperate to make this night as magical as the day. Pulling back slightly he took his own shirt off, then moved his hands to Momo’s waist, gently tugging at the zip of his trousers. “I want you.” Kamio said slowly, glancing up to make sure he wasn’t going to fast, or that this was something Momo didn’t want.

Momo: Okay, Momo was pretty sure that some time between opening the hotel room door and stepping through, he'd entered the Twilight Zone. It was the only explanation. But no... Kamio's eyes told him the truth, and then Kamio's lips were moving and it was if Momo was hearing him from a great distance, but he could still understand the words. He could hear the want in his fiancé's voice, knew that now... now was the time. And if he'd stopped to think he would have agreed. Their anniversary and in the place that mattered to them the most. It was the perfect moment for it to happen.

Swallowing hard, Momo dropped his hands as Kamio moved to take his own shirt off, the garment falling away to gods knew where and Momo didn't pay it no mind after it was removed, because his eyes were fixed on the one in front of him. He wanted to touch, he wanted to reach out and trace along the lines and contours of Kamio's chest, his muscles, his arms and anywhere else he could touch. But he was stopped by Kamio moving first, his hands reaching and stroking over his sides, making him shiver and gasp softly. And when Kamio attacked his jeans, demanding they be taken off... it wasn't that that finally made Momo move too. It was the words. Three simple words that seemed to unlock him and give him the ability to return what Kamio was giving to him.

Hands reached out, trailing along Kamio's arms and up to his shoulders, then down across his chest, his stomach, fingers splayed to touch every inch of skin he could. And then he hooked a finger in one of his fiancé's belt loops, tugging him closer with a smirk. "Want you too." He finally said huskily, licking at dry lips as his lowered his own hands to unbutton and unzip his fiancé's pants. Once done, Momo slipped his hands inside, sliding over Kamio's hips and thighs, pushing the pants down until they hit the ground with a soft thud.

Kamio: Momo’s touches were electric, and setting his body on fire. He wanted more…more of those touches, and wanted to feel Momo’s body next to his. But now he could be patient. Because Momo had said that he wanted him, too. They were going to do this, and he was going to enjoy it. Waiting had been the right decision, he was sure. Because now they had bonded so deeply, this was going to be more amazing than Kamio could ever believe.

His trousers were off, now, and he’d done the same to Momo’s. The second they’d hit the floor, Kamio had stepped out of them so he didn’t trip, then began pushing Momo back gently towards the bed, leaning up to press kiss after kiss to Momo’s lips, gentle and loving, and encouraging. As soon as they were near enough the bed, he paused for a second, and then pushed harder, falling with Momo onto the sheets.

Momo: They fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs, kisses and soft words. There was no play for dominance as you might have expected, no, they seemed to know exactly what they wanted and how to achieve that. They had, after all, had one whole year to get to this point, to prepare and to know, without doubt, what it was they wanted. And now, that moment, everything was right. One perfect moment suspended in time, holding it's breath and waiting for what was to happen.

Momo was above, Kamio below, both sharing kisses that should have set the bed sheets on fire. Hands moved over flesh, eliciting moans and whimpers from the one being touched. The room was full of their echo, because dammed if they were going to be quiet. There was no way to silence themselves now. A year of want, a year of waiting, and now they were going to enjoy themselves and take their sweet time in doing so.

How long they kissed for no one knew and no one cared, though Kamio's lips did seem a little more bruised than Momo had remembered, as did his throat which was wet and marked from his kisses, from his lips latching onto skin, nipping. Then he moved lower, kisses and touches, always tactile stimulation to keep Kamio distracted and wanting more. And he did. The red haired boy had no qualms about what they were doing, begging and encouraging Momo with equal measure. And when Momo was at the lowest point and taking into his mouth that part of Kamio that had been so secret up until a few weeks ago, he was gifted to that moan... that singular sound that made his heart race and his blood burn for his lover.

For a while Momo was lost, content and intent on bringing his fiancé to completion just by the use of his mouth and tongue. Kamio had given a token protest, but had eventually degraded into wordless mumbles, pants and moans that, to Momo, had sounded encouraging so he continued. And prepared his lover. It had amused Momo to find that Kamio had expected this to happen tonight, or a night while they were Osaka, and had gone to the trouble of buying the things they would need. Momo did have those things himself; at home. He'd never thought, didn't dare to hope that they would be doing this tonight. But it made sense, when he did think about it. Their first year anniversary. What better way to commemorate the day than by sharing a moment of pure bliss, to come together as one, the ultimate act in intimacy and love, something they'd held themselves back from for so long. But there was no holding back now. As slick fingers worked at his fiancé, Kamio seemed almost unaware of what was happening until it was too late... and then his moans became a little more... vocal.

Momo continued to prepare his love, even after he'd stopped teasing him with his mouth, instead he'd turned his attention to kissing as much of Kamio as he could. Which may have been silly of him, for as soon as he was within reach again of Kamio, the redhead latched onto him and pulled him down for a fierce, breathtaking kiss. It was now his turn to tease. And tease he did. Kissing and nipping his way down Momo's neck and along his collarbone and shoulder, pushing him up so that he could attack his chest with lips and teeth to make the bigger teen hiss and moan with pleasure. Kamio was enjoying himself so much he didn't seem to realise when both of Momo's arms came up to hold himself above the other teen. But when he did notice the loss of fingers, he whimpered and complained and was soon silenced by a kiss. Everything was ready. They were ready. But still they wanted to take their time and savour the moment.

Kamio helped him on with the condom, which took far longer than it should have between kisses and the fact Kamio was far too interested in playing with Momo than helping him. A little laughing and joking later, and Momo gently pushed his beloved back down against the bed. This time when they kissed it was softer, sweeter but no less passionate. Kamio helped, guiding him to where he needed to go... and then he was there, pushing deeper, entering a place no one had ever been before, joining with Kamio. It felt amazing, both teens were speechless with the feeling, unable to do more than cry out and clutch at one another as Momo held himself still above the smaller boy, not wanting to hurt and not wanting to rush but by god he wished he could. Their minds were full of the other, surrounded by the sounds and scents and feel of the one they loved above all else. It was a rush like neither had felt before. And after a long moment, when Momo was finally given the nod to move... their worlds exploded into flashes of pure white light.

Nails dug into Momo's back as he moved within Kamio, Momo's heart beat wildly as he littered Kamio's up-turned face with kiss after kiss. They moved as one, panting and groaning and uttering soft 'I love yous' whenever they could. The feelings only seemed to intensify the longer they were together, the passion and the pleasure seeming to narrow down into a single point, into a single, final act. They moved faster. Their moans and cries echoing through the room louder now. Together they'd seen that point, and together they strived for that point, and together they reached and together...

Kamio reached that point first, arching under Momo and gripping him in a vice like grip as he came. His mouth was wide, panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes glazed and wide and so full of lust and love that Momo's breath would have been taken away, if he wasn't already in almost the same state as his lover. Seconds later he was. His own climax taking him deeper within Kamio and holding him there, calling out the other boys name in a voice that was rough and strained and yet somehow full of joy too. And for a moment there was nothing... silence... Before Momo lowered himself forward, panting, to press his face against his fiancé's neck. Kamio's arms were around the other boy, holding him gently now as they both lay there for a moment, coming down from the high of what they had just done, both smiling from the feeling of absolute love they felt for the other. A feeling that had only grown by leaps and bounds. A feeling that would continue to grow until the end of their days.

Momo: One of Kamio's arms was still wrapped around his shoulders, the other had flopped across the bed limply. For a moment Momo felt limp himself, he was panting and trembling slightly from exhaustion, but damn did he feel alive! His blood was thrumming through his veins, his head still spinning from the fact he... that they... He could hardly comprehend what had just happened! They'd actually... made love. There was no other word to be used for it, not sex or fuck, neither had just 'been laid', they didn't screw, they didn't do anything of the sort! They had made love. They must have. Because what he was feeling right then (beside a heart pounding fit to burst through his chest) was an overwhelming feeling of love.

He had to swallow a few times and clear his throat before he was able to find and use his voice, and when he did his voice sounded a little scratchy to him. Somehow that amused him enough to grin lopsidedly. Pushing himself up onto his left arm, he looked down at his fiancé, just watching him for a long moment. "... a... are you... Are you alright, Akira?" he asked, his other arm coming up so that he could brush his fingers across Kamio's cheek softly.

Kamio: He had to wonder what he’d been nervous about, all those months ago. What they had just shared….the experience had been tender, and loving, and so very perfect. Okay it felt as though he’d just run a thousand miles, how exhausted he felt, but it had been so very worth it. They had been one, and it had been such an emotional and loving experience. Kamio was so thankful they’d saved it for today, it had really made their anniversary special, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d be grinning about this for weeks to come.

Still on a high and buzzing from the experience, all Kamio could do was half sprawl across Momo. His fiancé seemed happy and comfortable, though, so he just stayed right where he was. By this time his eyes had slipped closed, so at the touch to his cheek he smiled and leaned in a bit to it. “Hmmm. M’fine.” He answered dreamily, though it was barely above a whisper, and slightly hoarse. All he could feel was peaceful calm at the moment, that and tiredness and pure happiness. “You ‘kay?” He asked, cracking his eyes open a little so that he could see Momo’s face, and smiling even brighter when he did.

Momo: After touching Kamio's cheek, Momo lifted his hand to gently brush back Kamio's hair from his slick forehead, moving the hair away so he could get one of those rare looks into both of those beautiful blue eyes. Kamio looked... well he looked amazing, that went without saying, but he also looked half asleep but very happy and Momo... was oddly proud of himself for that. He wanted to laugh or cry or something, he just wasn't sure which was the right thing to do at that moment. So instead he just smiled down at his lover and sighed. "Yeah... I'm good." he murmured back, not wanting to speak above a whisper right then.

Lowering himself a little more, he softly pressed his lips to Kamio's, kissing him so very tenderly. God he loved him. So much words couldn't even begin to describe. But he suspected that Akira knew that, and knew just how much he cared for him. He had to know now. "I love you." he whispered against his fiancé's lips, kissing him once again, seemingly unable to stop now he'd started.

Kamio: Words couldn’t express just how happy he was feeling right then. A sort of strange sense of calm had fallen over him, and at Momo’s words he smiled a bit brighter. And then he was being kissed, so softly and tenderly. Momo was never anything but with him, he knew, and it made him feel so very loved.

“Love you too, Keshi.” He breathed after the second kiss, finding the strength to lift the arm around Momo a little, and gently rub his hand up and down Momo’s back as best he could while he enjoyed another few delicate kisses. You could never have too many kisses, in his opinion! Finally his hand just stopped, running out of energy, and lay across Momo while he melted back against the bed. He could tell they were both in need of a shower, sweat was still slick on their bodies, but for the life of him he couldn’t be bothered to move. He was tired, feeling loved and with Momo…nope, not moving! Sleepily he smiled, and tried to snuggle a bit closer to Momo.

Momo: Now he laughed, an affectionate sounding laugh as he watched Kamio try to snuggle against him, but the poor guy just seemed too boneless to do more than wiggle in place. Taking pity on him, he leant down to deliver one last kiss, before he started to move. "I'll be right back, love. Don't move, okay?" He hated to. REALLY hated to have to move. But if he didn't do anything about... well, the mess that was evidence of their activities, then when they woke in the morning they'd be kicking themselves.

Slipping off the bed, he gathered up the used condom packet and the tube of lubrication as well as some fallen clothes (how much would it suck to wake up in the morning and trip over them?) and padded his way to the bathroom where he disposed of the rubbish, dumped the clothes and put the tube somewhere safe. A minute later, after running some warm water over a cloth and grabbing a towel, Momo made his way back into the bedroom and over to his fiancé where he climbed upon the edge of the bed and gently started to clean him. He then dabbed him dry and, on a whim, leant forward to press a soft kiss to Kamio's stomach, grinning when he twitched a little. Wrapping the cloth inside the towel, he tossed it over to the chair on the other side of the room and then reached for the blankets to pull over them both. That's when he finally settled down at his fiancé's side, arms slipping about him to pull him close. "There... Now you can sleep, love."

Kamio: Making an odd sort of mewling noise of protest as Momo left, Kamio watched him leave, but trusted he’d be coming right back, so didn’t question it. A minute later he was proved right as Momo returned, and began cleaning him up. Kamio smiled softly, and whispered out a thanks, really too tired to do anything to help, but Momo seemed to have it covered. Soon he was cleaned up a bit, and dried off, and then right back in Momo’s arms.

Snuggling close again, Kamio melted once more and let his eyes drift closed again, more than happy to comply. “Way ahead of you, Keshi. Love you so much. And…happy anniversary. I had the most fantastic day ever.” And with that he was asleep, still smiling softly, even after he’d drifted off, dreaming about Momo and the day they’d had, and the future that lay before them.

Momo: Now he was settled down and not moving, or even thinking of moving, Momo started to feel the pull of sleep himself. The rush, the energy he'd been feeling was ebbing away slowly to leave him sated and happy and so very sleepy. His own eyes started to close and his lips quirked into a silly smile at Kamio's words, but it took him a few seconds to reply. "Love you too..." anything else was lost to a soft mumble as he fell into a deep, content sleep.