[It's enough. It's more than enough. That smile and those words wash away what's left of Junpei's hesitance, battered battlements of sand, and if she draws another muted grief-noise out of him she draws him, too. Junpei moves into her like iron filings to a magnet, fingers sliding into her hair to cradle the back of her head, mouth moving, pressing--
to hers.
It's that simple. That clean. There's nothing like dares or strawberries or the goading of others to bring them together. Here and now, they are only Junpei and Yuuri, castaways on the life raft of Junpei's bed, clinging to each other like the only two people in the world because she sees him; they need the same thing.
Junpei kisses Yuuri because she wants him to, because he wants to, because closeness is a thing that human beings need and he's human. He's so human. And so is she.]
Okay. [Her lips are soft. He doesn't pull away.] Stay... stay as long as you need.
no subject
to hers.
It's that simple. That clean. There's nothing like dares or strawberries or the goading of others to bring them together. Here and now, they are only Junpei and Yuuri, castaways on the life raft of Junpei's bed, clinging to each other like the only two people in the world because she sees him; they need the same thing.
Junpei kisses Yuuri because she wants him to, because he wants to, because closeness is a thing that human beings need and he's human. He's so human. And so is she.]
Okay. [Her lips are soft. He doesn't pull away.] Stay... stay as long as you need.
[I need, he doesn't say. She already knows.]