[ There's this urge, to pinch himself. Ryousuke can usually differentiate dream from reality, has very little trouble with it given the quality of his dreams - either bizarre because of the books he reads before bed, or relating to his brother, to this man underneath his hands - but it's the latter that gives him pause. He wants to dig his fingers into him, to make sure he's real and there and his again, instead of lost to some stupid game of temporal leapfrog. Everything about this feels like it should be impossible, right from the beginning to this very moment.
Something in his heart aches, because it's been years since he last got to have this. The warmth of Kuramochi with him, despite the fact that he's felt constant frustration with secrets and half-understood explanations and guesses. But he's known, since that first day, that he was supposed to meet him. No matter when, where, or how, Kuramochi Youichi was meant to be in his life.
He doesn't want to let go of him, but he does, ghosting rough palms up along his skin as he takes him in, maybe a little more wondrous than he'd be in any other situation. A kind of reverence follows his touch, because this is the person that knows him better than anyone else ever has or could. The person that he's had by his side, but is the missing piece he's been missing all these years. Despite his constant frustrations, the heartache he couldn't explain, everything has been worth it for now. It's all been built up, a constant puzzle he's been trying to figure out, a mystery that he can't just skip to the end to learn the answer. He's been waiting, and it's paid off, finally.
As his hands trail up to cup his face, Ryousuke lets out what's probably a watery sounding laugh, shaking in the back of his throat - and then he claps his palms, sharply, on Kuramochi's cheeks as he ducks down to kiss that smile, bumping their noses and teeth clicking together because they're both smiling so much, beatific, giddy. ] Hey, he says. How romantic, Youichi!
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Something in his heart aches, because it's been years since he last got to have this. The warmth of Kuramochi with him, despite the fact that he's felt constant frustration with secrets and half-understood explanations and guesses. But he's known, since that first day, that he was supposed to meet him. No matter when, where, or how, Kuramochi Youichi was meant to be in his life.
He doesn't want to let go of him, but he does, ghosting rough palms up along his skin as he takes him in, maybe a little more wondrous than he'd be in any other situation. A kind of reverence follows his touch, because this is the person that knows him better than anyone else ever has or could. The person that he's had by his side, but is the missing piece he's been missing all these years. Despite his constant frustrations, the heartache he couldn't explain, everything has been worth it for now. It's all been built up, a constant puzzle he's been trying to figure out, a mystery that he can't just skip to the end to learn the answer. He's been waiting, and it's paid off, finally.
As his hands trail up to cup his face, Ryousuke lets out what's probably a watery sounding laugh, shaking in the back of his throat - and then he claps his palms, sharply, on Kuramochi's cheeks as he ducks down to kiss that smile, bumping their noses and teeth clicking together because they're both smiling so much, beatific, giddy. ] Hey, he says. How romantic, Youichi!