Moments like these made you feel vulnerable in a way you couldn’t explain, sitting under him, bare, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced. “You okay, pretty girl?” Suguru’s voice drowned out that small one nagging you inside of your head. “Yeah… yeah I’m good.”
You had intimacy with Suguru before, each time he had held you in his arms and cradled you in such a way that can only be described as limerence. His violet eyes bore into yours, holding your gaze as he worshipped every inch of your skin. Yet, for some reason, tonight his usual affectionate gaze made you feel small, tightening your chest.
His gentle touches ignited fire atop your clammy skin in an unfamiliar manner. His mouth was hot on your skin but it didn’t feel right. The usual care felt suffocating. Not because of him, no, something deeper. Your lungs felt tight, throat running dry as you tried to breathe.
“Sugu stop, I don’t think I want to…” Your voice trailed off, your words felt heavier, as if a lump had settled in your throat. “Yeah? That’s okay, it’s okay we can stop.” In seconds he was off from on top of you, “Do you want my shirt, some shorts?” You shook your head, dragging him into bed next to you.
Suguru pulled the covers over you both before tugging you closer to him. He smelled nice, something floral hidden under those earthy scents he always wore. His cascading hair occasionally tickled your neck whenever he would lean in to kiss you. Soft, plump lips gently dancing over your cheeks.
“Have I ever told you that you are the prettiest woman I have ever laid eyes on?” The softness of his voice soothed you, like melodies playing into your ears. “I think you tell me that a lot, Sugu.” You giggled, hand coming up to brush his bang out of his eye.
His hand intertwined with yours, bringing it up to his lips to place a tender kiss on your flesh, “Not enough, never enough.” The action was so innocent, so sweet; it truly felt as if, for once in your life, maybe you were seen.
Your clammy skin stuck to his as he pulled you closer, legs intertwining and lips brushing your earlobe with every sweet nothing he mumbled. “I believe I would find you in every life because you truly are the one for me, sweetheart.” Each word settled warm beneath your ribs, sweet enough to make your chest ache.
Before you knew it, hot tears were slipping from your eyes and onto the pillow below. “Sweet girl, what’s the matter?” His words were as tender as his actions, large hands cupping your damp cheek in an attempt to get you to look at him. “I love you so much, so much.” Your voice wavered, hands curling around his neck to bring yourself impossibly closer to him.
Suguru brought his hand to your hair, gently cooing until your tears subsided. You felt him press a lingering kiss on your forehead, “I love you more than you could ever know.” His words were mumbled into your skin, etching themselves into your brain.
Bare torsos pressed flush together, no barrier between your bodies and yet you felt nothing but warmth and comfort. You lay naked next to your lover, vulnerable in the most intimate way and somehow this is where you felt safest.
Love isn’t always grand declarations or sensual touches. Sometimes, love was something warm, that bittersweet feeling of not knowing how to express yourself while somehow being completely understood by the one you held dearest.
a/n: somewhat based on true events (it’s so eh I want able to convey the emotions I felt while writing this)
