[ Is there a such thing as too in love? If so, then surely they both must be this way, because the touch of Midnight's lips to Keita's is almost enough to undo him. He sighs into it, a sound of relief and contentment, and brings a hand up to cup the line of Midnight's jaw, holding him as they kiss and kiss again. ]

I love you, [ Keita says in turn when they pull apart. As always, the freshness of saying it aloud sends a little zing of pleasure through him, warm and content. ] And the seat was the best in the house at the time, although I confess I prefer you this way.

[ It just feels right, to be held like this, leaning against Midnight's chest and feeling the warmth and security of arms around him. He lets his eyes close slightly, breathing in the familiar scent of Midnight's skin—followed by the slight scent of dust, from having been seated down here for so long.

It earns another noise of amusement, and this time Keita reaches up to dust off the top of Midnight's head. ]

Perhaps it's me who owes you an apology. I've been negligent about the dusting.