So he closes his eyes and turns his head just the last little distance to meet Eichi's lips. It's warm and soft and beautiful, as it should be, picturesque and subtly dramatic, as it should be. It's perfectly them. He could give his entire being to Eichi like this, turn it over to him for safe keeping, live making every effort to please and keep and hold and adore Eichi. Having been treated as a paragon of his craft, he wouldn't wish the same on Eichi. Comfortable superiority suits the blonde better, not quite a god, not quite a human. The place where Wataru lives cozily these days, in his own mind.
With the kiss, with one hand reaching back to touch Eichi's cheek and jaw with searching, delicate fingers, he welcomes Eichi to exist just below the pantheon with him.]
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So he closes his eyes and turns his head just the last little distance to meet Eichi's lips. It's warm and soft and beautiful, as it should be, picturesque and subtly dramatic, as it should be. It's perfectly them. He could give his entire being to Eichi like this, turn it over to him for safe keeping, live making every effort to please and keep and hold and adore Eichi. Having been treated as a paragon of his craft, he wouldn't wish the same on Eichi. Comfortable superiority suits the blonde better, not quite a god, not quite a human. The place where Wataru lives cozily these days, in his own mind.
With the kiss, with one hand reaching back to touch Eichi's cheek and jaw with searching, delicate fingers, he welcomes Eichi to exist just below the pantheon with him.]