Sora tilted Haru's chin gently with his fingers, brushing back the hair that had fallen into his eyes. His smile softened, and his lips grazed against Haru's with the lightest, most tender kiss.
Haru's breath caught.
The soreness, the heat lingering deep inside him from the night before—it all quieted for a moment, replaced by the soft thump of his heart as Sora kissed him again. This one lingered a little longer. A little deeper.
And Haru kissed back.
His lips moved slowly, sweetly, shy at first—then gradually more sure. His arms curled around Sora's neck. Their bodies slid closer again, instinctively, even though every inch of Haru still ached from their passionate night. But this… this was different.
Gentler.
"I love you," Sora whispered against his lips. "You're everything to me, Haru."
Haru's fingers gripped his shoulders, trembling slightly. "You're saying that now? After turning me into a broken ragdoll last night?"
Sora chuckled. "Because it's true. And last night only made me love you more."
"You're such a dummy," Haru murmured, but his smile betrayed how full his heart felt. "You always say the right things… it's unfair."
Sora kissed the corner of his mouth. "I'll keep saying them. Every day. As many times as you want. Until you believe them even more than I do."
Haru stared at him, dazed and warm and glowing. "You really mean it… don't you?"
"I mean every word, babe." Sora's thumb brushed his cheek. "You're mine. And I'm yours. Forever."
A tight breath left Haru's lips. His eyes glistened, lips trembling with a smile. "Forever sounds… really nice."
They kissed again—longer, deeper, full of all the things they couldn't say. Their mouths moved in slow rhythm, not out of lust but love. Their legs tangled again, hearts thudding louder with every soft touch. Sora's hand slid down to Haru's waist, pulling him flush against his chest as he murmured against his lips:
"I'll be the one who holds you when you cry. The one who kisses you until you smile. The one who makes you feel loved, every damn day."
Haru whimpered softly, breaking the kiss only to whisper back:
"Then promise you'll never stop. No matter what happens…"
"I promise," Sora breathed. "Even if the world falls apart, I'll still be here, kissing you like this."
"And holding me?"
"Always."
Haru laughed—a breathless, teary sound—and buried his face in Sora's shoulder. "Babe…"
Sora smiled, hugging him tightly, planting kisses along his neck.
Sora's lips found their way back to Haru's with ease, as if they belonged there—as if there was nowhere else they were meant to be. Their mouths met in a soft, unhurried kiss, and Haru melted into it like morning mist under sunlight. He clung to Sora, breath hitching as their lips moved in a rhythm slow and reverent.
It was different now.
Not the wild hunger of the night before, not the desperate passion that had left them breathless and sore. This was patient. Gentle. The kind of kiss that said everything without words.
Haru's lashes fluttered as he returned the kiss, his arms winding tighter around Sora's neck. He tilted his head, parting his lips a little more, sighing into him. Sora deepened the kiss just slightly, his tongue brushing gently against Haru's—testing, tasting, savoring.
And Haru responded, sweet and pliant in his arms.
"You kiss me like you'll disappear if you stop," Haru whispered breathlessly when they parted for a moment.
"That's because I might," Sora murmured back, eyes locked with his. "You make me forget everything else."
He leaned in again, kissing Haru's lower lip, then his upper, then both at once with such aching softness that it made Haru tremble. Sora took his time, tracing every contour of Haru's mouth with his own.
Every sigh, every soft moan Haru made only encouraged him.
And Haru couldn't stop.
Every kiss lit a spark inside him. His body, even exhausted and aching, still responded to Sora's touch like it was the only thing it understood. He pressed closer, burying his face against Sora's neck for a heartbeat, only to tilt his head again and meet him in another kiss—deeper this time.
Sora's fingers slid through Haru's hair, slow and soothing, then trailed down his back. His other hand cupped Haru's cheek as they kissed again, and again, and again.
"I love kissing you," Sora whispered against his lips. "You're so soft… so warm…"
"You're obsessed," Haru mumbled, cheeks flushed.
"I am." He nipped Haru's bottom lip lightly, making him shiver. "You've ruined me, babe."
Haru squirmed, but he was smiling. "You're too much…"
"But you love it."
"…Yeah," he whispered. "I do."
Their kisses turned languid, more drawn-out now. Sora kissed his cheeks, his jaw, his throat—slow trails of affection that made Haru whimper softly. He arched his neck, exposing more of himself, inviting the kisses without saying a word. His fingers tangled in Sora's hair as he trembled under each touch.
"You're blushing," Sora teased gently.
"Because you won't stop," Haru pouted, "and it's embarrassing…"
Sora chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose. "You're beautiful when you blush. I could do this forever."
"Forever's a long time."
"Then I'll start now."
He kissed him again—this time longer. Their lips locked, wet and warm and open. Haru whimpered into his mouth, completely at Sora's mercy. He lost himself in the taste, in the feel of Sora's tongue brushing against his again, teasing, coaxing another soft moan out of him.
Sora pulled back just enough to look at him. Haru's lips were pink and glistening, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes hazy and dazed with affection.
"I'll kiss you awake," Sora whispered. "Kiss you to sleep. Kiss you every time you frown, and every time you cry, and every time you smile."
Haru trembled under the weight of those words.
Then leaned up to kiss him again.
And again.
Each kiss a little different—some soft and fluttering, some deep and slow. Some playful. Some tender. They lost track of time wrapped up in it, letting the quiet morning light spill across their skin while they whispered and touched and kissed, over and over.
"I love you," Haru said, voice trembling. "More than I can say…"
Sora kissed him like a promise. "Then don't say it. Just show me—every day. Every kiss."
Their foreheads touched. Their noses brushed. The sheets rustled as they shifted closer, limbs tangled, hearts pressed tight.
And still they kissed.
Until there was nothing left in the world but the two of them.
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