[ he couldn't have imagined it. even hoping for it felt wrong. to be let in so soon, the rush of his emotions swell into the spaces kogami affords him. this time, it's not confusion or sorrow, but the sensation of comfort, protection - that of trust. all the best parts of him that remember how kogami had made him feel even in the throes of the blood moon flood through the spaces where he once fit. chest, arms, heart. if it's still that way, he has no idea. but given the chance, he can't help but reach out with both hands and all of his soul to grasp it.
hearing him speak an answer aloud to something he hadn't actually voiced makes ryuu tremble. one arm loops around the small of his and the other pushes up between them. thoughtfully, ryuu parts from kogami with glazed eyes and wet lips... his fingertips draw gently over the divot in his chest, searching for his heartbeat. soft yet searing, honesty unfettered. ]
I'm not sure how yet.
[ all he has is his manna, the depth of it reflected in the next kiss he slides into, capturing his lips and laving his way in with a deep, slow stroke of tongue.
he kisses him with the relief of someone who thought their lover gone forever. or worse. ]
[ the depth of ryuu's courage and his sweet willingness is startling. he can practically feel the other man warm up despite that little tremble -- this other man, who should, for all intents and purposes, be a stranger to him but isn't, who makes him ache like he's known him all his life. manna surges between them, putting truth to ryuu's words, his sentiment.
kogami shallows hard as he looks down at those fingertips over his chest, as if ryuu can divine just how his heart is pounding just from that. kogami's face gives nothing away, but the heat in gunmetal grey eyes speaks volumes.
the softness of his lips is endlessly tempting, and he eagerly meets him halfway for another taste and another, his tongue slipping up against his smoothly. they fit perfectly together, a truth that still baffles him. he can taste the relief, the yearning, and through their connection he can feel himself mirroring it despite the spaces in his memory.
how strange, how wonderful, and his breath catches as his hands come now to cup his face, his gaze sharp and searching, single-minded and intense. ]
You're overwhelming. I can feel everything you're feeling.
[ and kogami's own roiling emotion in response to his own, muted and controlled but very much present. his acceptance, his wonder, his curiosity, and the unmistakable embers of familiar want. ]
[ a look like that pins his soul to the corners of his body before it goes under in the flood of his own thoughts as they rise in him, the warmth honed in kogami's steely gaze all he needs to see to keep himself upright. his fingertips graze over the thunderous pulse in his chest, palm joining them until the entirety of his grip lays gentle and flat on him, thumb drawing shaken, tentative circles on him through his clothing. it had never been a thing so easily given, yet it's right there for him to reach out and touch, to prove to himself that it exists, and it's longing to remember him.
he has to stop kissing him at some point, attempting to navigate the spaces where memories should be rather than flood them, fill them in with selfish desires for him to know. instead, he carefully bridges, latticing his memories over the hollows of the soul he feels like he can see into, they're so close. ]
If it's too much, you can tell me.
[ kogami had asked to know, but he still wonders. sighing, he rests against him, arm looped at his waist and brows together, the minimal space between them like that of the air between a warm hearth and an open door at night. ]
I'm still getting used to it too... synchrony. Manna should feel more familiar, I think. [ that mingling of their energies to produce something powerful and new. ] It's similar to what happened in the last place we met in.
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hearing him speak an answer aloud to something he hadn't actually voiced makes ryuu tremble. one arm loops around the small of his and the other pushes up between them. thoughtfully, ryuu parts from kogami with glazed eyes and wet lips... his fingertips draw gently over the divot in his chest, searching for his heartbeat. soft yet searing, honesty unfettered. ]
I'm not sure how yet.
[ all he has is his manna, the depth of it reflected in the next kiss he slides into, capturing his lips and laving his way in with a deep, slow stroke of tongue.
he kisses him with the relief of someone who thought their lover gone forever. or worse. ]
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kogami shallows hard as he looks down at those fingertips over his chest, as if ryuu can divine just how his heart is pounding just from that. kogami's face gives nothing away, but the heat in gunmetal grey eyes speaks volumes.
the softness of his lips is endlessly tempting, and he eagerly meets him halfway for another taste and another, his tongue slipping up against his smoothly. they fit perfectly together, a truth that still baffles him. he can taste the relief, the yearning, and through their connection he can feel himself mirroring it despite the spaces in his memory.
how strange, how wonderful, and his breath catches as his hands come now to cup his face, his gaze sharp and searching, single-minded and intense. ]
You're overwhelming. I can feel everything you're feeling.
[ and kogami's own roiling emotion in response to his own, muted and controlled but very much present. his acceptance, his wonder, his curiosity, and the unmistakable embers of familiar want. ]
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he has to stop kissing him at some point, attempting to navigate the spaces where memories should be rather than flood them, fill them in with selfish desires for him to know. instead, he carefully bridges, latticing his memories over the hollows of the soul he feels like he can see into, they're so close. ]
If it's too much, you can tell me.
[ kogami had asked to know, but he still wonders. sighing, he rests against him, arm looped at his waist and brows together, the minimal space between them like that of the air between a warm hearth and an open door at night. ]
I'm still getting used to it too... synchrony. Manna should feel more familiar, I think. [ that mingling of their energies to produce something powerful and new. ] It's similar to what happened in the last place we met in.