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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ This time, he's naked when he comes to — nothing wrong with that, he's immensely pleased with his own naked body — and he's not alone, which puts this awakening experience in the upper echelon of depetrification processes, of which there are currently two. He looks down from his plinth, blinks. His head feels crowded and afloat, like he's read several books in a very short time. It's a very dreamy experience. (He's a bit chilly, but that is a problem that will take care of itself in time, he's sure.)
Ah, he knows this person. His brain sorts through 8 different names flung at him from suddenly defrosted filing cabinets, hits the correct one with the force of an angry drill sergeant telling him to watch his six, again, or else you will die, you little fool. ]
Hello, Keita.
[ A smile, still goofy and blurry with sleep. He's awake, he knows, but the fact that he's probably been away for a long while hasn't quite occurred to him yet... ]
[ As with the process of losing someone to the statue hall, Keita's foresight is no help at all when it comes to someone turning back into a person. As a result it's with his body and not his mind that he experiences the moment Midnight turns back to himself, the shock of cold stone turning once more into warm skin. Familiar, beloved. Keita looks up from the book he's been reading and takes in the lines of Midnight's body, sees those filigree futures in which Midnight calls him by the wrong name, and then laughs, warm and affectionate when he chooses the right one. ]
Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
I've missed you. Every time I close my eyes, I miss you terribly.
[ Midnight readjusts, wrapping an arm around Keita's waist to hold him steady and kissing him on the temple, skin already warming from the close contact. He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes in. Lemons and summer...
... But his mind is deceptively current, bound to finding the particular details of reality. Grounded in spite of his best efforts. His mind slowly falls together, pieces fitting together like seafoam, like hand in hand. ]
Was I away again? How long...?
[ Because he's been all kinds of disoriented in his life, but this one is very particular. He remembers much of it, yet very little... He remembers words floating in and out of his consciousness, filled with love. ]
[ Everything feels a bit easier to bear when Midnight puts his arms around Keita in turn. It pulls a quiet breath from him, a release of tension, and after a moment Keita pulls back again so he can look up into Midnight's face, examining him as if re-learning every line. Midnight as a statue was handsome, of course, but no stone could ever manage to capture the vivacity of his living expressions. ]
You were, [ Keita says. ] About the same as last time. Six or seven weeks.
[ The fingertips of the arm still wrapped around Midnight's waist make a slow trip up the topography of his spine, relishing how warm he feels under the touch. ]
But I must say, your posture was much more forgiving this time, [ Keita adds after a moment. He laughs softly, and he means it. ] It was easy to sit in your lap.
Mm. I've six to seven weeks of love debt to pay, then. I love you.
[ With Keita's eyes so full of joy and love, how does Midnight resist bowing his head to kiss him? He does so gently, without artifice, enjoying Keita's sweetness, his warmth. Bumps form and Midnight shivers under Keita's touch. He's always so eager with Keita, just a little too in love with him... ]
I like having you on my lap, though I do apologize for the stiffness of your seat for the last few months. Thank you for bearing with it... Mm. Let me hold you here a bit longer.
[ As he continues to enjoy holding Keita's body, warm and tucked against his, Midnight's eyes fall on the book Keita set aside. His heart warms, so sweet he might burst. Whenever he was unwell.. Keita kept his promise, didn't he? ]
[ 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.
[ Midnight bubbles with overjoyed laughter, shaking his head to watch the dust eddy around his head like snow... The pleasant kind, the kind that floats outside while warm things happen inside. ]
No need to apologize. We'll need a bath, nothing more... Well, we'll need to find a bath first. Let's see...
[ Rather reluctantly, but promising a bath with Keita at the end of the road, he gently lifts Keita and stretches his legs outward. Setting Keita to the side, he slips off the plinth, catching himself and testing his balance... He sighs. ]
I'm afraid I can't carry you this time, my love... Bit wobbly after all that sitting, you understand. Lead me to your chambers, and I promise your feet won't touch the ground for the next week, or as long as I can get away with containing you in your bed.
[ He reaches out for Keita. Wobbly as he is, he can at least be a gentleman and help him down from his perch. ]
[ Placed on his feet—and rather delicately, at that—Keita retrieves his book and then offers an arm to Midnight for balance, ostensibly, or just to hold if he feels steady enough on his feet. It's only then, with the both of them finally unfolded from their sitting positions, that Keita finally remembers that Midnight is absolutely, utterly naked.
His gaze sweeps down Midnight's body and then back up again, and then he laughs, although he hides it behind the book lifted up to cover his mouth. ]
I suppose it doesn't bother you to be walking through the resort without a stitch on, does it?
[ Midnight has always been less shy about his body than Keita tends to be, so the words are meant warmly, affectionately. It doesn't bother Keita if it doesn't bother Midnight. ]
[ Midnight laughs, leans down for a peck. Just as lovely and ravenous for Keita as ever... No amount of petrified slumber will change that. ]
Oh... I suppose it should bother me, shouldn't it? Well, on one hand, it's far from an unpleasant sight, isn't it...? My attributes are without flaw, after all.
[ ... There is the small matter of a scar between his ribs, right where his heart is... But, well, it's usually hidden by his hair, anyway. So, on the whole, perfect. His white blood cell count is strictly his and his doctor's business.
Anyway, he stretches and poses a bit, winking before scooting Keita along. ]
On the other hand, I do a lot of charity already, don't I...? Perhaps there are some sights I should save just for you. Is that what you want?
[ Midnight is teasing, but he wouldn't turn his nose up at a yes, either. He likes being a little greedy, as long as it doesn't turn into true jealousy... ]
[ It's a kiss received just as eagerly, Keita's face tilted up to Midnight's and his fingers grasping Midnight's arm just at his elbow. Holding him steady, but also holding him close, because while Keita is not jealous he is greedy, especially after spending so long apart. Being physically close to Midnight's statue could never compare to the joy of this—hearing Midnight's voice, his laugh, feeling the warmth of his body everywhere they touch.
And what a body it is. Flawless indeed, scars and all; Keita has so many of his own, he could never begrudge Midnight's. He allows himself to be guided along, slipping his hand down Midnight's wrist to fold their fingers together for however long Midnight will let him. ]
As much as I would love to covet you and your perfect physique all to myself, it really would be unkind of me to prevent others from feasting their eyes...
[ A return of the teasing, with no real jealousy in sight. It isn't in Keita's personality, and anyway, Midnight is a man with a heart full of adoration to give—he would never seek to deny that part of his lover's nature.
Once they reach the branch of the hallway that leads to the elevator bank, Keita pushes up on his toes to murmur in Midnight's ear, ] Just don't let anyone else distract you on the way, I have designs on you the moment we're alone.
[ Midnight feels Keita's fingers around his as they walk, picks up their joined hands for a kiss to the back of his hand before letting their handhold swing between them, sweet and easy. Midnight bends to Keita as soon as he senses that the conversation takes a private turn, eyes lidded and a small smile on his face. Greedy, indeed... Midnight wants a lot, too. It's a matter of fairness to accept the greed of others. ]
For my faithful reader, my clockwork artist, with the cleverest hands I've ever witnessed... Your designs are truly of paradise. I would be honored to be the focus of as many as you can bestow upon me.
[ And Midnight, true to his word, only pauses with Keita at the elevator and wherever he feels like he hasn't kissed Keita enough. With the kissing pauses, traveling does take a while, but they make it to the elevator. Eventually. He does play with the short hairs at the nape of Keita's neck as they wait for the elevators, though... It's a very pretty neck. Keita's a very pretty man. ]
[ With every kiss, every touch of Midnight's hand to the back of his neck, every reminder of their joined fingers swinging between their bodies, it becomes increasingly difficult for Keita to focus on the task of getting them first to an elevator, and then next to Keita's bedroom door. The golden filigree of branching futures ahead of them suggests a growing number of possibilities where Keita gives up on his self-control and hauls Midnight into the nearest nook or cranny to have his way with him—
But they've been apart for so long, and Keita may not be jealous with Midnight, but he is rather jealous about the expressions of adoration and pleasure he sees on Midnight's face when they're intimate. It's that thought which grants him the wherewithal to press the button for the seventh floor without interruption: that when he makes Midnight come, he would rather be the only one to see it.
Still, as soon as the doors slide closed behind them and the elevator carriage begins to move, Keita does turn to Midnight and pull him down with a firm hand at the nape of his neck, pressing their mouths together in a hot, hungry kiss. There's a touch of sharpness to it now, evidence of how barely-restrained Keita's desire must be.
His desire, and his affection. When they part, Keita settles onto his flat feet and looks up at Midnight to ask, ]
Did you know I was reading to you the entire time?
[ Midnight gestures to Keita's book, but after chasing his mouth down for another last kiss, he smiles. ]
It's not just an idea, though. How do I put this...? Do you ever have dreams that feel as though they've lasted months, years? When you wake up, they feel strange and distant, but if one closes their eyes and lets the memories flow back... Well, sometimes the images flow back so vividly, it's as though they actually happened, even if the details never come to mind.
[ Midnight holds Keita to his front, swaying from side to side. ]
I know you were reading to me. I enjoyed it... I didn't have much presence of mind to understand the passage of time, but perhaps that's a blessing. The moments without you feel intangible, nondescript, utterly without note. The only moments I remember are those with you in my lap.
[ Midnight laughs, rests his head on top of Keita's. ]
I remember that your voice was very warm. I remember that I wanted you to have some water and a little rest every now and then, but not so much that you forgot to visit. It's selfish, perhaps, but there it is.
[ Although it would be a stretch to describe the experience of being a statue as pleasant, Keita must admit that the way Midnight describes it doesn't sound wholly unpleasant either. Like dreaming for a long time, cognizant of certain moments of company... It's a relief to know that Midnight's time spent in stone on a plinth wasn't abject torture, at the very least. ]
I suppose it's for the best that you couldn't hear the content, [ Keita murmurs with a quiet laugh, his breath warm against the hollow of Midnight's collarbones where his face has come to rest. ] I tried my best to select romances that weren't wholly indecent, but there was only so much I could do.
[ Even the book he'd been holding when Midnight awoke contains a few scenes of particularly steamy intimacy. Keita tilts his head up to press his lips against Midnight's throat, his arms wrapping low around Midnight's bare back and pressing gently to skin. ]
Will you want a bath, first? [ For all that dust. ] I'll speak selfishly as well: I'm not inclined to leave your side for at least as long as you'll have me there.
Mmm... Well. I do remember how it felt to hear it.
[ Midnight takes the tip of Keita's ear between his teeth, giving it a playful, gentle nip, a tug. Sure, he couldn't say what the plot of any of those books were, but sometimes, it's about how the book makes one feel. Midnight can pinpoint, with great accuracy, how he felt. ]
Why would I want you to leave my side? Darling, you are welcome wherever I am.
[ Midnight kisses the nipmark at Keita's ear, then lowers his voice to a hush. His skins form gentle bumps under Keita's hands; he can feel himself slowly rouse. ]
Would you like me to prove it? I don't mind. I'll do whatever it takes to show you all the lovely spaces, all the room I've made for you...
[ The tug of his teeth at his ear makes Keita shiver instinctually, his fingers pressing more firmly against the flesh of Midnight's lower back. The body against his is warm, stirring, and calls up an answering warmth in Keita that begins in the space just below his lungs and spreads its way downward, sweet as hot honey. ]
Then there I'll be, [ he murmurs back, brushing a thumb over the forming goosebumps on Midnight's skin. Once again, Keita finds himself almost overwhelmed with how thoroughly he loves this man. ] I've spent so long making myself small—you make me want to fill all that room in your heart.
[ Tilting his head back, Keita offers Midnight a warm, adoring smile—though not without desire, evidenced by the dark cast of his eyes—and then leans up to press their mouths together in a searching kiss.
Behind them, the elevator dings to signal their arrival at the sevens floor, but Keita ignores it for a moment, until he's had his fill of the taste of Midnight's mouth. ]
Let's start with the bath, [ Keita says when they pull apart. He relinquishes his grip on Midnight's waist in favor of a grip on his hand instead, lacing their fingers together once more so he can pull Midnight out of the elevator and down the hallway toward his room. ] And then, unless you lodge an objection now, I think I'd like to fuck you until you can't see straight.
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Ah, he knows this person. His brain sorts through 8 different names flung at him from suddenly defrosted filing cabinets, hits the correct one with the force of an angry drill sergeant telling him to watch his six, again, or else you will die, you little fool. ]
Hello, Keita.
[ A smile, still goofy and blurry with sleep. He's awake, he knows, but the fact that he's probably been away for a long while hasn't quite occurred to him yet... ]
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Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
...I've missed you.
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[ Midnight readjusts, wrapping an arm around Keita's waist to hold him steady and kissing him on the temple, skin already warming from the close contact. He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes in. Lemons and summer...
... But his mind is deceptively current, bound to finding the particular details of reality. Grounded in spite of his best efforts. His mind slowly falls together, pieces fitting together like seafoam, like hand in hand. ]
Was I away again? How long...?
[ Because he's been all kinds of disoriented in his life, but this one is very particular. He remembers much of it, yet very little... He remembers words floating in and out of his consciousness, filled with love. ]
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You were, [ Keita says. ] About the same as last time. Six or seven weeks.
[ The fingertips of the arm still wrapped around Midnight's waist make a slow trip up the topography of his spine, relishing how warm he feels under the touch. ]
But I must say, your posture was much more forgiving this time, [ Keita adds after a moment. He laughs softly, and he means it. ] It was easy to sit in your lap.
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[ With Keita's eyes so full of joy and love, how does Midnight resist bowing his head to kiss him? He does so gently, without artifice, enjoying Keita's sweetness, his warmth. Bumps form and Midnight shivers under Keita's touch. He's always so eager with Keita, just a little too in love with him... ]
I like having you on my lap, though I do apologize for the stiffness of your seat for the last few months. Thank you for bearing with it... Mm. Let me hold you here a bit longer.
[ As he continues to enjoy holding Keita's body, warm and tucked against his, Midnight's eyes fall on the book Keita set aside. His heart warms, so sweet he might burst. Whenever he was unwell.. Keita kept his promise, didn't he? ]
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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.
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No need to apologize. We'll need a bath, nothing more... Well, we'll need to find a bath first. Let's see...
[ Rather reluctantly, but promising a bath with Keita at the end of the road, he gently lifts Keita and stretches his legs outward. Setting Keita to the side, he slips off the plinth, catching himself and testing his balance... He sighs. ]
I'm afraid I can't carry you this time, my love... Bit wobbly after all that sitting, you understand. Lead me to your chambers, and I promise your feet won't touch the ground for the next week, or as long as I can get away with containing you in your bed.
[ He reaches out for Keita. Wobbly as he is, he can at least be a gentleman and help him down from his perch. ]
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[ Placed on his feet—and rather delicately, at that—Keita retrieves his book and then offers an arm to Midnight for balance, ostensibly, or just to hold if he feels steady enough on his feet. It's only then, with the both of them finally unfolded from their sitting positions, that Keita finally remembers that Midnight is absolutely, utterly naked.
His gaze sweeps down Midnight's body and then back up again, and then he laughs, although he hides it behind the book lifted up to cover his mouth. ]
I suppose it doesn't bother you to be walking through the resort without a stitch on, does it?
[ Midnight has always been less shy about his body than Keita tends to be, so the words are meant warmly, affectionately. It doesn't bother Keita if it doesn't bother Midnight. ]
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[ Midnight laughs, leans down for a peck. Just as lovely and ravenous for Keita as ever... No amount of petrified slumber will change that. ]
Oh... I suppose it should bother me, shouldn't it? Well, on one hand, it's far from an unpleasant sight, isn't it...? My attributes are without flaw, after all.
[ ... There is the small matter of a scar between his ribs, right where his heart is... But, well, it's usually hidden by his hair, anyway. So, on the whole, perfect. His white blood cell count is strictly his and his doctor's business.
Anyway, he stretches and poses a bit, winking before scooting Keita along. ]
On the other hand, I do a lot of charity already, don't I...? Perhaps there are some sights I should save just for you. Is that what you want?
[ Midnight is teasing, but he wouldn't turn his nose up at a yes, either. He likes being a little greedy, as long as it doesn't turn into true jealousy... ]
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And what a body it is. Flawless indeed, scars and all; Keita has so many of his own, he could never begrudge Midnight's. He allows himself to be guided along, slipping his hand down Midnight's wrist to fold their fingers together for however long Midnight will let him. ]
As much as I would love to covet you and your perfect physique all to myself, it really would be unkind of me to prevent others from feasting their eyes...
[ A return of the teasing, with no real jealousy in sight. It isn't in Keita's personality, and anyway, Midnight is a man with a heart full of adoration to give—he would never seek to deny that part of his lover's nature.
Once they reach the branch of the hallway that leads to the elevator bank, Keita pushes up on his toes to murmur in Midnight's ear, ] Just don't let anyone else distract you on the way, I have designs on you the moment we're alone.
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For my faithful reader, my clockwork artist, with the cleverest hands I've ever witnessed... Your designs are truly of paradise. I would be honored to be the focus of as many as you can bestow upon me.
[ And Midnight, true to his word, only pauses with Keita at the elevator and wherever he feels like he hasn't kissed Keita enough. With the kissing pauses, traveling does take a while, but they make it to the elevator. Eventually. He does play with the short hairs at the nape of Keita's neck as they wait for the elevators, though... It's a very pretty neck. Keita's a very pretty man. ]
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But they've been apart for so long, and Keita may not be jealous with Midnight, but he is rather jealous about the expressions of adoration and pleasure he sees on Midnight's face when they're intimate. It's that thought which grants him the wherewithal to press the button for the seventh floor without interruption: that when he makes Midnight come, he would rather be the only one to see it.
Still, as soon as the doors slide closed behind them and the elevator carriage begins to move, Keita does turn to Midnight and pull him down with a firm hand at the nape of his neck, pressing their mouths together in a hot, hungry kiss. There's a touch of sharpness to it now, evidence of how barely-restrained Keita's desire must be.
His desire, and his affection. When they part, Keita settles onto his flat feet and looks up at Midnight to ask, ]
Did you know I was reading to you the entire time?
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[ Midnight gestures to Keita's book, but after chasing his mouth down for another last kiss, he smiles. ]
It's not just an idea, though. How do I put this...? Do you ever have dreams that feel as though they've lasted months, years? When you wake up, they feel strange and distant, but if one closes their eyes and lets the memories flow back... Well, sometimes the images flow back so vividly, it's as though they actually happened, even if the details never come to mind.
[ Midnight holds Keita to his front, swaying from side to side. ]
I know you were reading to me. I enjoyed it... I didn't have much presence of mind to understand the passage of time, but perhaps that's a blessing. The moments without you feel intangible, nondescript, utterly without note. The only moments I remember are those with you in my lap.
[ Midnight laughs, rests his head on top of Keita's. ]
I remember that your voice was very warm. I remember that I wanted you to have some water and a little rest every now and then, but not so much that you forgot to visit. It's selfish, perhaps, but there it is.
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I suppose it's for the best that you couldn't hear the content, [ Keita murmurs with a quiet laugh, his breath warm against the hollow of Midnight's collarbones where his face has come to rest. ] I tried my best to select romances that weren't wholly indecent, but there was only so much I could do.
[ Even the book he'd been holding when Midnight awoke contains a few scenes of particularly steamy intimacy. Keita tilts his head up to press his lips against Midnight's throat, his arms wrapping low around Midnight's bare back and pressing gently to skin. ]
Will you want a bath, first? [ For all that dust. ] I'll speak selfishly as well: I'm not inclined to leave your side for at least as long as you'll have me there.
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[ Midnight takes the tip of Keita's ear between his teeth, giving it a playful, gentle nip, a tug. Sure, he couldn't say what the plot of any of those books were, but sometimes, it's about how the book makes one feel. Midnight can pinpoint, with great accuracy, how he felt. ]
Why would I want you to leave my side? Darling, you are welcome wherever I am.
[ Midnight kisses the nipmark at Keita's ear, then lowers his voice to a hush. His skins form gentle bumps under Keita's hands; he can feel himself slowly rouse. ]
Would you like me to prove it? I don't mind. I'll do whatever it takes to show you all the lovely spaces, all the room I've made for you...
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Then there I'll be, [ he murmurs back, brushing a thumb over the forming goosebumps on Midnight's skin. Once again, Keita finds himself almost overwhelmed with how thoroughly he loves this man. ] I've spent so long making myself small—you make me want to fill all that room in your heart.
[ Tilting his head back, Keita offers Midnight a warm, adoring smile—though not without desire, evidenced by the dark cast of his eyes—and then leans up to press their mouths together in a searching kiss.
Behind them, the elevator dings to signal their arrival at the sevens floor, but Keita ignores it for a moment, until he's had his fill of the taste of Midnight's mouth. ]
Let's start with the bath, [ Keita says when they pull apart. He relinquishes his grip on Midnight's waist in favor of a grip on his hand instead, lacing their fingers together once more so he can pull Midnight out of the elevator and down the hallway toward his room. ] And then, unless you lodge an objection now, I think I'd like to fuck you until you can't see straight.
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