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       He had always  been reduced to  feeling flustered and  boneless and
       utterly  DEFEATED  when it  came to the other,  when his presence
       was at such close proximity to his own,  looming  and  engaging  all
       the same. IMPOSING  -  his mere presence demanding to gather all
       of Ritsu’s attention despite the situation. 

       If it was not for the tight grip around his waist, if he did not have Saga’s
       steady chest against his back to keep him balanced,he would not have
       anything else to stop his all too weakened knees from buckling down
       under him. Why was Saga holding onto him so TIGHTLY anyway? 

                 Ritsu was not going anywhere, after all. 

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        Trembling fingers took hold of the other’s own, sudden streak of confi-
        dence  coming over  him despite everything,  his desire to  somehow
        comfort overwhelming. That and he did not want Saga to know that
        just having the tips of his now travelling fingers across his figure was
        taking its toll on him. Ritsu was having trouble BREATHING right now. 

                                                     “Its ———” 

        A clearing of the throat, desperate to at least not sound too far gone. 

                                            “Its not a bad kind of hurt?” 

        He knew that did not sound too CONVINCING, perhaps it was not even
        what his lover wanted to hear, but he was not feeling particularly confident
        of his own eloquence currently and if he was to talk more, he was sure he
        would simply sound COMICAL, if anything. 

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                            “Are you sure? I don’t want you to
                             be in anymore pain than you’re in
                                                   now.”

                     Peppering light kisses onto the exposed flesh, Masamune felt himself growing WEARY over Ritsu’s physical state. Compared to him, the boy was much more fragile–much more delicate in his arms. Despite his previous disdain towards the idea of being together with another man, the teen seemed to slowly move past the thought; his own emotions playing against him as he stood together with his lover. Ha. Lover. The title rolled off his tongue easily, but the feeling that came along with it was so much more. Words couldn’t describe the sensation he could feel throughout his body. The hammering of his heart against his chest, the light fluttering within his stomach–Masamune couldn’t control himself around the other. The tight embrace was now loosened as he cradled Ritsu against his chest; his fingers drawing patterns into the blanket subconsciously. As he gazed out the window, the teen caught a glimpse of his lover’s face in the window–cheeks turning a shade of pink as they stood together. Curious thoughts began to fill his brain as he examined the other’s features. What is he thinking about? Despite his peeking curiosity, Masamune kept his lips sealed shut from the topic; eyes trained intently on Ritsu. Sighing contently into the nape of Ritsu’s neck, the teen quietly mumbled against his skin; his lids looming downwards as he drank in the moment.

                             “Just let me know if you’re feeling
                                      uncomfortable, okay?”

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