[He never thought anyone would hold him like this. Sunny woke up, but the dream didn't end. Kenma is real. He isn't running away. He doesn't know the truth, and Sunny's not sure that he ever wants him to learn it, but he doesn't have to, does he? Kenma isn't from Faraway. Kenma is only his. Sunny never stole anything from him...
[He's been so afraid. He's been so depressed. He hasn't even wanted to open his eyes, but Kenma's lips are warm against his, and things feel manageable for the moment - it's...a reprieve, invaluable.
[To him, Kenma is perfect. Perfect...There isn't anyone else he wants in this moment; just this. It's enough. It's enough.]
[ Dark pasts are, sometimes, best left in the past. Especially if someone's changed since then. Would it affect their relationship? Probably. Would it end it? Probably not.
Kenma's always been a bit more... calm, understanding. Maybe it's all the games he plays, used to characters with dark and brooding backstories that redeem at the end. It's nice to think the same thing can happen in real life.
Warm breath spills, and those gold eyes peek open as his cheeks rest in Sunny's hands, curious as a cat... ]
Yes... Sunny?
[ His hands slide down, around, holding around his waist steadily as they gently rock. ]
[ His fingers curl a bit, thought the response Sunny gets is somehow a bit more casual than he might have expected. ]
Ah?
Don't be. [ A lighter tone, almost playfully grumpy. ] I care about you because I want to.
[ There's a low rumble, his cheeks darken as his lips part to say something, he hesitates, glowing a bit as he trails back to let their noses brush together. He takes a slow, less steady breath, a little gruff still despite it all, even softspoken. ]
[That...wasn't difficult at all. Nothing with Kenma is...
[Sunny pulls away enough that he can see Kenma's face again, taking it in his hands and tilting it upward. He wants Kenma to see him smile. He wants Kenma to know that...]
You...make me smile. [Sunny lightly touches Kenma's lips with his fingers. It makes him shiver a little - a pleasant, almost giddy thing. Strange, that...]
[ Thin lips press out for him, into the touch to let him run across the probably now very familiar tiers. His eyes flicker, meeting his gaze and listening to his boyfriend's heartbeat.
Those lips curl into a smile. ]
You too.
[ He swaaaays, slowly starting to nudge at sunny with his nose. ]
[They swaaaaay and it feels very nice. Sunny nods. He's hesitant to scoot out of Kenma's lap, but there is indeed soup to be eaten. He can probably stomach it now...]
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
[He's been so afraid. He's been so depressed. He hasn't even wanted to open his eyes, but Kenma's lips are warm against his, and things feel manageable for the moment - it's...a reprieve, invaluable.
[To him, Kenma is perfect. Perfect...There isn't anyone else he wants in this moment; just this. It's enough. It's enough.]
Kenma...I...
-evil laughter-
Kenma's always been a bit more... calm, understanding. Maybe it's all the games he plays, used to characters with dark and brooding backstories that redeem at the end. It's nice to think the same thing can happen in real life.
Warm breath spills, and those gold eyes peek open as his cheeks rest in Sunny's hands, curious as a cat... ]
Yes... Sunny?
[ His hands slide down, around, holding around his waist steadily as they gently rock. ]
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[He really doesn't.
[Sunny's eyes fill up with tears, lips stammering for words that he doesn't know how to say.]
I-I'm sorry...
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[ He lifts, pressing a soft kiss too his chin before narrowing a more serious, accepting look at his partner. ]
It's okay... I know things have been hard.
[ Another kiss, more, all light and peppering along increasingly wet cheeks. ]
I don't even know what you're sorry for. You're fine, Sunny...
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I'm sorry...y-you have to care...about me.
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Ah?
Don't be. [ A lighter tone, almost playfully grumpy. ] I care about you because I want to.
[ There's a low rumble, his cheeks darken as his lips part to say something, he hesitates, glowing a bit as he trails back to let their noses brush together. He takes a slow, less steady breath, a little gruff still despite it all, even softspoken. ]
I think I love you... and that's my choice.
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[Sunny hasn't imposed anything on him. He feels it himself. He's said it...He might even really mean it-- No, he does really mean it, he...]
I love you. [Sunny barely whispers it. His face looks stunned. His eyes are still wet, but he isn't crying anymore.
[It's so...romantic...He can't do anything else but stare.]
You-- r-really?
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[ His head lifts, one soft kiss pressed to his lips. Just short enough to be sweet without delaying their talk. ]
So... don't apologize for stuff like that. I'm doing it because I want to.
[ Hands fall down, gently holding along the small of his back and pulling Sunny in. Bump- and kitty ears and hair nuzzle against his chin. ]
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[Sunny pulls away enough that he can see Kenma's face again, taking it in his hands and tilting it upward. He wants Kenma to see him smile. He wants Kenma to know that...]
This...makes me happy.
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Oh! His head leans into the tilting, guiding fingers, meeting that smile with a softer one of his own. ]
You're really cute... especially when you smile.
[ And then his tail flickers around the two of them once more. ]
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Those lips curl into a smile. ]
You too.
[ He swaaaays, slowly starting to nudge at sunny with his nose. ]
Gonna eat your soup?
we can probably wrap here OUGH them