#man×type

The moonlight is shining through the open curtains. As the calm night is approaching midnight, a couple of lovers are huddled together on the bed in the bedroom, facing each other.

Their bodies are breathing slowly, like waves that come and go. Their warm skin is touching each other under the thin quilt. Type quietly traces down Man's shins by the soles of his feet. Man slightly is bending his knees. Type is not as tall as Man would be, so he can only follow it to Man’s ankles. Somewhat frustrated, Type casually scratched the point of destination with his claws. Then a ticklish laugh came from the man in front of him. In a pleasant voice, like a dog with a full stomach, Man muttered.

“...... You still look full of energy today.”

“Yeah?”

“Wasn't that enough?”

Type can't help but let go of the toes that he has been flirting with because Man mutters such things with his eyes closed.

“Not so ...... you only have 0 or 100.”

“As for you, I have only 100.”

His voice is quite lispy, and his gibberish response is probably because sleep is already on its way. The rounded voice of the lover propagates his sleepiness to Type. The love affair which was carried out slowly and compassionately filled the heart of Type. He doesn’t think it wasn’t enough at all. It’s just that he is in that mood today, somehow.

Type moved closer his face to Man who is breathing deeply now and whispered.

“Hey, where do you want to go out tomorrow?”

The only response to that was now an indistinct grunt.

“Shopping and stuff."

Regardless of Man like that, Type continues.

“Movie, something.”

While smiling with his bright lips that Man always compliments.

"...... I'll go anywhere you like.”

Their lips were already close to the point of touching. And then Type finally shake his lips.

“Because I love you.”

The words are so delicate that quickly unravel and disappear in the air. Type held his breath for a moment and stared at his lover's face. He came near his face as close as he can no longer even focus on Man, and counted the streaks on his lips. Sure enough, the only response from Man was a gentle sleep breath. After savoring the warmth of his breath for a moment, Type slowly left to his face again. Type doesn’t know why he is so full today. Then, it was at that time.

“If with you, P’Type…… I can go to ...... anywhere.”

Man's mouth, which should have been asleep, mumbled. Type startled and looked at his face with wide eyes.

“Man?”

Maybe he was pretending to be asleep? The thought crosses his mind for a moment, but there is no answer as Type called out to him. Instead, all he heard was the sound of deep breathing, the same as before.

Type let out a laugh this time as he looked at the lover’s face.

“...... You're an idiot.”

You can't even hear me, and you talk about me in your sleep.

Man moved his mouth like a fretful child. Type gazed at his face finally and quickly jumped into his chest. It was the warm skin of a sleeping man.

May his face be the first thing in my eyes when I’ll wake up tomorrow. Type hoped so, was breathing his that in time with his slowly rising and falling chest.

“…… Goodnight, Man.”

If be with you, tomorrow, and the day after that, it's going to be a good day.

Title: Your Voice

If someone asked the old me what do you like about him, I would say his looks are all I care about firstly. When I knew nothing about him and I looked everywhere for him. I wasn't able to stop thinking of his sharp face even when I slept and awoke to come to mind how he laughs like.

Well, How about now? What would I say if someone asks me that once more now?

His personality is twisted, obstinate, and not be honest with his feeling. But he also can’t hide his thoughtful. Additionally, he is a surprisingly graceful person! Of course, I still love his cute face. 

And then,

(――voice)

Yes, I know, this is it.

“Would you like to call my name, P’Type?”

“…Huh?”

At 10 pm. After taking the shower, We were sitting side by side on the bed, spending each time for yourself.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing, go on please.”

Type was checking his schedule by the cellphone raised his head and looked Man quizzically. Despite his cold face, Man keeps staring with his smile. But the more he smiled, the more Type raised his eyebrow gradually. 

It seems like Type guess that Man’s smile has something not good for him even though they both are lovers now. It can’t be helped more or less because Man has been gone to everywhere he appears with this smile. Man repeated his request again without worrying about that.

“Would you please call my name?”

Using this way, My lover gives in to push than he thought, often accepts his boyfriend’s favor. Man knew so well it that he kept it going again and again. After a while, he took a deep sigh as if he gave up on suspecting just as Man expects.

“……Man”

…Damn, Close.

The voice Type said passed through almost touching the floor as if some small animals run through between the grass. It ran through in front of Man with swoosh noise and he went after it with his eyes unconcernedly.

Umm… That's not bad. Actually, Man was able to see Type’s adorable canine tooth from between thinly opened mouth. But it wasn’t one satisfy Man’s desire correctly.

“Umm, It’s not bad, but you know…”

“YOU made me say it, aren’t you?”

“That’s definitely correct but…I just mean…Uh, anyway, could you say that again?”

“What?”

“Please! I beg you!”

”What the heck. I never say that again until you tell me why.”

His face tells me how uncomfortable he feels directly. Man knew he couldn’t do it until he explains why he wants Type to say that. It’s nothing to hide about. Having thought about that, Man told his boyfriend what he has thought, gazing at his eyes.

”I just… I was thinking about what I like about you.”

Type’s facial expression suddenly changed when he heard it. His eyebrow still raised, but Man understood. It’s not the face when he is uncomfortable but is embarrassed. His boyfriend who couldn’t hide his upset looked so cute that Man couldn’t help without got too carried away. 

“ I can tell you everything, of course, I’m more honor to tell you than――”

”Enough! You must not do it anymore .”

Do you see it? He doesn’t let me finish when I’m just pulling his leg. How sweetie he is. Man tried not to break into a smile and carried on.

“There are more many points that I like you than stars in the sky. But the most is your voice.”

“…Voice?”

“Yes. Especially that one when you call my name.”

He blushed his snow-cheek now, puckering up his beautiful mouth.

“That’s why I want you to call my name.”

Man said that, and he placed his hand on Type’s one which fingers intertwined. Type looked down their hands on his thigh and said bluntly.

”…You don’t know embarrassing.”

”I know, but…P’Type?”

Without saying, Man tells his boyfriend what he wants him to do.

“…Man.”

This slower voice sounded like smooth silk. It has touched Man’s heart and lighted a little candle in his heart.

“One more?”

“…Man?”

“Wow, can I say one more please?”

“Man…Man, Man, Man, Man….”

“Come on! You are such a joker!”

He would have been seriously embarrassed, he frowned his brow and started murmuring his boyfriend’s name deeply like a magic spell. What the hell is he doing. Man burst out laughing. Who’s going to say P’Type who doing such a silly thing to cover up his embarrassment isn’t cute?

This magic spell is also his voice that he call me. Many candles in Man’s heart are lighted.

I love his voice. I love my name, “Man” he says.

When we meet firstly, this "Man" was hard so much as a block of concrete. He also says “Man” with various kinds of voice. Sometimes it was tired, sometimes it was said to reprove, sometimes it was said to hold me up trying to go out from the classroom, and sometimes it was said like a special secret in the bed.

Every “Man” are must be precious to Man. And the unbelievable thing is this “Man” has more various kinds of tone than every instrumental around the world and more various kinds of color than any famous pictures.

Man laughed again. His hearts were warmed by the amount candle in his heart.

After a while, finally, Type stopped murmuring his boyfriend’s name when his mouth couldn’t keep it going anymore. And then he also started laughing at Man who is looking at Type with happiness.

Man also loves his boyfriend's smile.

“…Hey Man”

At last, Type said. It was similar to one when Man heard at the cafe used to go together. And Man responded to him, staring his beautiful eye.

“Khrap, P’Type.”