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One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

“Stay over.”

All this felt familiar yet distant, reminiscent of old times that had only been allowed to live a few times. The gentle tingle in his neck, the accelerating heartbeat, the tension of his hands that refused to leave the skin they rested against… Exhilarating longing, that screamed how much he craved, how much he loved.

Fingers caressed the other’s cheeks, drawing the outline of his ears, before settling on his chin, where they secured their position. The men stared into each other’s eyes in silence, expecting, seeking approbation, perhaps. Kosuke seemed unsure, tilting his head back as Kei’s face approached until it rested on the back of the sofa. Yet his gaze remained focussed as he wrapped one arm around the other’s waist, bringing him even closer.

“Wait…”

With care he had only seen directed towards books, Kosuke lifted one hand, caught the right branch of his glasses between thumb and index to lift – not without threatening to blind him in the process – and remove them completely.

Kei’s neck stiffened. He didn’t take his glasses off in front of people often, that was the least he could say. A gentle hand on his shoulder brought his attention back – and a shiver down his spine.

How could another body be so warm? Affectionate, even…

Niwa Kosuke. In his flat. On his couch. Looking at him with lustful eyes. He had never expected to see such a vision, to the point the entire situation almost seemed unreal. Thankfully, a foreign scent on the other man’s skin, the intensity in his expression, the strength in his touch were unimaginable for Kei, definite evidence of this moment’s realness. Only one element was still missing… One that would show up soon enough, that he looked for with painful anticipation, that would ruin the moment in its inexorable necessity.

To push it away further, Kei leaned in to take another kiss. The rush of pleasure, powerful enough to repel any other sensation, earned him a few more seconds. And what seconds… Kosuke’s lips didn’t taste like tea anymore, but they had retained the warmth and comfortable softness that accompanied it.

He hadn’t realised he had closed his eyes… Grey immediately met brown. Had Kosuke been looking this entire time…? Funny… He didn’t know the other man cared so much about what he looked like…

Hands were becoming moist. A certain tenderness in these heavy eyelids hid much more than desire, an intuition confirmed when the embrace grew even tighter.

No… Here came the expected sensation of fear. As always, the slight tremble of worry, building up in his chest, cut his breathing for a second, accelerating his thoughts, forcing him to react.

You are going to be destroyed.

Being loved was impossible. He had to resist, disgust, break the moment. Kosuke was easily impressed, he only needed to find a word, a gesture that would shock him enough. He put an end to the kiss, paused to think, brought a smile back.

“Stay over.”

Eyebrows slightly furrowed in surprise, but the habitual unease did not appear. His grip did not lighten, his back did not straighten and, even if the flush of his cheeks did intensify, no tension accompanied it.

“Okay…”

That was bad. That was really bad. Here went his fireproof escape plan. And he could only feel guilty satisfaction…

“Okay,” Kosuke repeated, giving him a kiss, this time of his own will.

Kei’s will faded even more. He wasn’t disappearing… Perhaps… Perhaps, there was a flaw in Niwa’s affection, somewhere.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure how it got up to this point. Kosuke had played along with Emiko’s antics before.

And well……It’s never gotten to this point for sure.

Wearing heels was nothing compared to what the man had been dragged into wearing now.

With all the frills and ribbons, Emiko had added some other alterations to the maid dress.

He’s beginning to wonder if his wife was getting a kick out of him wearing this particular uniform……Knowing her, she definitely was especially with that camera in hand.

How Emiko managed to find one that fits him, he’d rather not find out.

here and now

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