Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya Fandom: daiya no ace Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Square: nonsexual touch Word Count: 427 words
i got all soft and melty writing this, i hope u like it
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Kuramochi loves kissing Miyuki.
He loves kissing Miyuki’s perfect, cupid’s bow lips; loves brushing his lips against the softness of Miyuki’s wrist. He even delights in the feeling of Miyuki’s dry, cracked-peeling fingertips against his mouth, idly half-kissing them while they both tap away on their phones.
He’ll kiss Miyuki’s bare back in the mornings, mouthing lazily at his shoulder blades and spine, arm slung over Miyuki’s waist. Miyuki will giggle sleepily, reach back to scritch Kuramochi’s wild bed hair. He’ll tug Kuramochi’s hand up, kiss his palm and knuckles, and roll over to say good morning. The smile on his lips makes Kuramochi awfully tender, somewhere in his chest.
It’s so warm - everything about the feeling of Miyuki’s skin against his. Warm, sedate contentment. Miyuki’s back to his chest, in bed, his nose tucked against Miyuki’s neck.
He thinks he could pick his smell out blind, now that it’s been the first and last thing he experiences when he wakes up in the morning and when he goes to sleep at night.
Under the sheets, Miyuki’s legs rarely stay still. His ankles like to lock with Kuramochi’s, his toes skim along his calf, poke playfully behind his knee. He’ll slot their legs together, like puzzle pieces of intimacy.
“I love you,” Kuramochi will sometimes mumble against Miyuki’s cheek, leaned against him by the stove, cooking breakfast. Miyuki will exhale on a hum, pleased, and turn his head to bump their noses together mostly, kiss his mouth, chaste and sweet, if he’s feeling particularly good.
“I love you,” Miyuki will sometimes whisper into Kuramochi’s chest, as he runs his fingertips through Miyuki’s hair. Kuramochi’s lips will alight on the crown of his head, he’ll take a deep inhale. He’ll tell him he loves him, too, so much.
He thought it might just be skin hunger, at first, when they moved in together, a sudden greediness to make up for years where they were at arm’s length. Only, the deep need is still a deep want, a desire for the his skin to never have the chance to forget what it feels like to touch Miyuki, born not from deprivation but from a pure and simple desire for the warm and the soft and the quiet.
Kuramochi loves to kiss Miyuki. Loves to hold him, loves to breathe in his scent. Loves even just to clasp hands on the sofa, slot their fingers together, rub his thumb against the top of Miyuki’s hand.
He loves this- loves Miyuki. He’ll keep this as long as he’s allowed.
FILL: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE, C1, G
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: nonsexual touch
Word Count: 427 words
i got all soft and melty writing this, i hope u like it
***
Kuramochi loves kissing Miyuki.
He loves kissing Miyuki’s perfect, cupid’s bow lips; loves brushing his lips against the softness of Miyuki’s wrist. He even delights in the feeling of Miyuki’s dry, cracked-peeling fingertips against his mouth, idly half-kissing them while they both tap away on their phones.
He’ll kiss Miyuki’s bare back in the mornings, mouthing lazily at his shoulder blades and spine, arm slung over Miyuki’s waist. Miyuki will giggle sleepily, reach back to scritch Kuramochi’s wild bed hair. He’ll tug Kuramochi’s hand up, kiss his palm and knuckles, and roll over to say good morning. The smile on his lips makes Kuramochi awfully tender, somewhere in his chest.
It’s so warm - everything about the feeling of Miyuki’s skin against his. Warm, sedate contentment. Miyuki’s back to his chest, in bed, his nose tucked against Miyuki’s neck.
He thinks he could pick his smell out blind, now that it’s been the first and last thing he experiences when he wakes up in the morning and when he goes to sleep at night.
Under the sheets, Miyuki’s legs rarely stay still. His ankles like to lock with Kuramochi’s, his toes skim along his calf, poke playfully behind his knee. He’ll slot their legs together, like puzzle pieces of intimacy.
“I love you,” Kuramochi will sometimes mumble against Miyuki’s cheek, leaned against him by the stove, cooking breakfast. Miyuki will exhale on a hum, pleased, and turn his head to bump their noses together mostly, kiss his mouth, chaste and sweet, if he’s feeling particularly good.
“I love you,” Miyuki will sometimes whisper into Kuramochi’s chest, as he runs his fingertips through Miyuki’s hair. Kuramochi’s lips will alight on the crown of his head, he’ll take a deep inhale. He’ll tell him he loves him, too, so much.
He thought it might just be skin hunger, at first, when they moved in together, a sudden greediness to make up for years where they were at arm’s length. Only, the deep need is still a deep want, a desire for the his skin to never have the chance to forget what it feels like to touch Miyuki, born not from deprivation but from a pure and simple desire for the warm and the soft and the quiet.
Kuramochi loves to kiss Miyuki. Loves to hold him, loves to breathe in his scent. Loves even just to clasp hands on the sofa, slot their fingers together, rub his thumb against the top of Miyuki’s hand.
He loves this- loves Miyuki. He’ll keep this as long as he’s allowed.