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đ - peppers my muse with kisses
Unworthy and undeserving, affections donning him like an ill-fitting suit, his laughter guilty and hesitance pulling him to no avail. Kamui forfeited into him, too weak to fight back and say, these werenât meant for me. They were bundled up in his quarters, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues, away from all who might chip in their two cents, from all who werenât Lea, who werenât Kamui, just them. His heart fluttered with the beating wings of the butterflies residing in his chest, his stomach, his head with each kiss that pressed somewhere new.Â
They lasted no longer than a second, finding a new victim on his skin to adore, and Kamui loathed how ticklish he was when he nipped at places like his ears and neck. Lea was on top of him, Kamui nestled into the comfort of his bed with arms inconsistent in where they wrapped. As he moved, his arms moved, from his shoulders to his sides, to just having hands roam him, to arms folding back into him as he twitched from laughter, only to return back to finding new places to hold Lea what ever which way he could.
Lea was too kind for his own good. Lea was too benevolent, a very embodiment of all Kamui wished to be but knew he didnât deserve. Fascinating, talented, affable, reliable, very things Kamui wished to convey, to know that his people may confide in his aptnessâ only to see that in Leaâs eyes and hopelessly fall into the image heâs long sought after. Is he truly worthy to hold him so dearly? Surely there are better candidates for their affection.
He was selfish. But how he laughed,  ` Iiiii think you missed a spot. â
Kamui curled upwards and took a kiss from his lips, the only kiss that didnât directly requite what Lea deserved. Amidst the addled nerves that wrought his insecurities and spit them out in the cesspool of gnawing thoughts, he cannot fight all heâs good at. To love, and to love, and to love evermore with all heâs got, no matter if itâs reciprocated, no matter if itâs wanted â he will love, and love, and love, because they deserve it. Not he.
` Is it my turn yet? â