“Beautiful, isn’t it...”
That he whispered softly against the blond’s ear, the latter responding with nothing but a content sigh and a tighter hold on the other’s chest. Aoi’s plush lips curved into a small sigh and draw Uruha closer to him, closer to his chest, closer to his heart. The younger man obliged and finally rested his head against his lover’s chest, observing the steady rhythm of its rise and fall. A small chuckle escaped Aoi’s lips this time, no doubt tickled by the soft yet spiky strands of Uruha’s hair.
Nights like these were rare – a break from their long and tiring