[There's the softest laugh from Anon where it messes up their rhythm for just a moment, because he'll probably never learn not to laugh smack in the middle of kissing, a bright ribbon of happiness threading through it like the yellow one still nominally in his hair somewhere. All of their clothes and things are absolutely a mess now, he has one hand wound firmly in Natsuno's hair and the other curled by his neck for proper leverage.
It takes a while after that for him to slow again, and it's not until they're both gasping for breath and their mouths are getting sleepier, slower and lazier and softer and he pauses for a moment to lean his forehead against Natsuno's and breathe out, breathe him in.
His head is spinning like he just dove from the sky without wings and he's never been this close to another person like this so much, for so long that it's hard to tell up from down from where Natsuno is, still properly gathered around him the way he was at the beginning.]
Me too, you know...? [it sounds like he's pulling the words from a thousand years away but they drop gentle and unresistingly down, like kisses themselves] You're the only one who ever really got it and you're here and I--
[There's briefly a raw sort of quality to his voice that tastes a little more like what they were talking about, what feels like hours ago now. It smooths out and he settles back into another kiss, lighter and briefer. This close, when the light hits his eyes at the right angle it's easy to see what happens to them when he's feeling especially feral or worked up: the red blooms around cat-slitted pupils, sharp and a little predatory even when the rest of him is whisper-soft.]
I really don't know how I found you. I thought I never would and I would have burned through every world and every dimension to find you anyway but you were right here. And this isn't even a world at all.
[There's another laugh but it's hushed and unsteady like what he just said, like it's tripped out of him. He tucks his head against Natsuno's and curls around him again and just stays there for a moment.]
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It takes a while after that for him to slow again, and it's not until they're both gasping for breath and their mouths are getting sleepier, slower and lazier and softer and he pauses for a moment to lean his forehead against Natsuno's and breathe out, breathe him in.
His head is spinning like he just dove from the sky without wings and he's never been this close to another person like this so much, for so long that it's hard to tell up from down from where Natsuno is, still properly gathered around him the way he was at the beginning.]
Me too, you know...? [it sounds like he's pulling the words from a thousand years away but they drop gentle and unresistingly down, like kisses themselves] You're the only one who ever really got it and you're here and I--
[There's briefly a raw sort of quality to his voice that tastes a little more like what they were talking about, what feels like hours ago now. It smooths out and he settles back into another kiss, lighter and briefer. This close, when the light hits his eyes at the right angle it's easy to see what happens to them when he's feeling especially feral or worked up: the red blooms around cat-slitted pupils, sharp and a little predatory even when the rest of him is whisper-soft.]
I really don't know how I found you. I thought I never would and I would have burned through every world and every dimension to find you anyway but you were right here. And this isn't even a world at all.
[There's another laugh but it's hushed and unsteady like what he just said, like it's tripped out of him. He tucks his head against Natsuno's and curls around him again and just stays there for a moment.]