[ nazuna wants to kiss shu every moment for the rest of his life, that's it.
how could he stop now that he's started? it's like a dam's broken, one that's been up for half of nazuna's life. he's thought about kissing shu so, so many times, and now it's happening, and nothing could've prepared him for this. nothing could've prepared him for the way he looks when they pull away, the slightly dazed look in his blue eyes, his kiss bitten lips. nazuna's falling in love all over again; if he could get shu to make that face every day for the rest of his life, he could probably die happily. it's picture perfect and so, so real, it just--makes him want to kiss him again, honestly.
but shu's talking, so. he stops the urge and just stays close to him, still close enough to nearly brush their noses together, enjoying the proximity. shu's thighs are warm underneath his, and he feels so solid, so real, so--nothing like the one from his dream.
someone broken conjures up the image again, him, crumpled on the stage, little porcelain pieces, but nazuna refuses to let that nightmare ruin what's happening. he's turned it into an opportunity, now, and instead, he just lets the fondness in his chest swell up like a balloon as he reaches forward to cup his cheeks.
(his laugh sounded like the first notes of a symphony.) ] You're an idiot.
[ he sounds so sweet and affectionate when he says so, though, so, so fond. ] You're here.
[ and that's what matters. he doesn't care that he's broken, because nazuna's seen him do amazing things in the studio again, watched him make ten other kids faces light up like he did to nazuna all those years ago, when they were little and still learning each other.
there's still lots of learning to be done, though. there's a whole side of shu he's getting to learn now, and it starts here, with his hands on his cheeks and the soft way nazuna presses his lips against his to seal the deal. it's slower, less giddy and energetic as he reigns himself in, reminds himself to find some control. ]
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how could he stop now that he's started? it's like a dam's broken, one that's been up for half of nazuna's life. he's thought about kissing shu so, so many times, and now it's happening, and nothing could've prepared him for this. nothing could've prepared him for the way he looks when they pull away, the slightly dazed look in his blue eyes, his kiss bitten lips. nazuna's falling in love all over again; if he could get shu to make that face every day for the rest of his life, he could probably die happily. it's picture perfect and so, so real, it just--makes him want to kiss him again, honestly.
but shu's talking, so. he stops the urge and just stays close to him, still close enough to nearly brush their noses together, enjoying the proximity. shu's thighs are warm underneath his, and he feels so solid, so real, so--nothing like the one from his dream.
someone broken conjures up the image again, him, crumpled on the stage, little porcelain pieces, but nazuna refuses to let that nightmare ruin what's happening. he's turned it into an opportunity, now, and instead, he just lets the fondness in his chest swell up like a balloon as he reaches forward to cup his cheeks.
(his laugh sounded like the first notes of a symphony.) ] You're an idiot.
[ he sounds so sweet and affectionate when he says so, though, so, so fond. ] You're here.
[ and that's what matters. he doesn't care that he's broken, because nazuna's seen him do amazing things in the studio again, watched him make ten other kids faces light up like he did to nazuna all those years ago, when they were little and still learning each other.
there's still lots of learning to be done, though. there's a whole side of shu he's getting to learn now, and it starts here, with his hands on his cheeks and the soft way nazuna presses his lips against his to seal the deal. it's slower, less giddy and energetic as he reigns himself in, reminds himself to find some control. ]