kiss kiss fall in love
kisses.
i’m not so used to waking up. the nights in which i lay myself to rest, allow my weary head a break upon those soft, plush pillows, and find myself carried away by the gentle rocking of SLEEP do not come often. i am no fan of waking up the next morning, the next afternoon, whatever time my eyes blink open, to find myself STILL BREATHING. a disappointment its become, i must say.
poe wakes to the lazy inflation and deflation following suit of chuuya’s belly, bare against his cheek. he has his arms loosely wrapped around the smaller frame, holding chuuya still against him, and – ah. his right arm has gone numb, resultingly. such is the consequence of holding your LOVER. his head tilts against the soft sheets stretched across the mattress, warmed with the heat of two bodies rather than its usual one, and takes in the gentle beauty that is chuuya.
arms withdraw as carefully as he can manage, and he crawls up once freed to rest at his side, parallel chuuya; brings a hand up to clear away stray locks of hair. he leans in after a long moment of staring, brushing lips to lips, molding them in the tiniest kiss.
though, if i had to wake up every single morning with the unsettling knowledge that death has yet to take me in my sleep – i would prefer it be to the sight of you, my little flame.
