Some sweet, supportive kirikami I wrote so I could be the temporary 1000th kaminari denki fic on ao3
It’s a scene out of a movie, he decides. The camera’s above them panning down across the rumpled sheets of the bed and solo piano is playing its running melody to imitate the cool breeze brushing their skin. Outside the trees bow in the wind, leaves crowding to get a look at this snapshot of intimate peace. Fresh, earthy scents of spring and evening drift through the window and the playback is slowed just enough for their movements to seem graceful.
Fingers dip and brush across his collarbones, the side of his face and under his jaw, affectionate. Eijirou traces across his features, slowly, delicately, sweeping across his lips to get to the tip of his nose and pushing upwards until he snorts. The hand retreats and they gaze at each other in lazy bliss, occasionally breaking eye contact in a flutter of eyelashes when it becomes too intense.