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“Beautiful,” murmurs Naomasa, pressing a soft kiss to Toshinori’s abdomen.
“Ah-- you’re so amazing, Toshinori.”
He presses a line of kisses across Toshinori’s trembling stomach, humming quietly. One of his hands is cupping the curve of Toshinori’s hip, rubbing soothing circles over the sharp bone there– the other is curled under the dip of his spine, arcing Toshinori’s body up toward the man above him.
Naomasa sighs softly against the skin just at the edge of Toshinori’s scar. He rests his cheek against the raised flesh, tilting his head to look up at Toshinori with an expression of absolute adoration. The slant of his eyes in the soft light does things to Toshinori, and he finds himself a bit bolder than he usually would be; he winds his fingers in Naomasa’s hair and drags him up into a kiss.
Naomasa offers no resistance, shifting easily to Toshinori’s unspoken demand. The only time he pulls back is when he stops to lovingly brush his lips across the place where the scars of Toshinori’s past surgery meet in a ragged starburst; his touch is brief and light, but it makes Toshinori arc his back and gasp anyway. Naomasa is just as delicate when he reaches Toshinori’s face, kissing the corner of his mouth and laughing quietly at Toshinori’s respondant needy noise before finally giving him what he’s wanted since this started.
The kiss he places against Toshinori’s lips is soft and loving, lingering and unhurried.
When Naomasa finally pulls back, he stays close enough that Toshinori can feel their lips brush when he talks.
“Amazing.”