The moment of silence.
It was a moment that lingered a string of events, or was it a moment that was a silence before the real hurricane? It seem to be a moment of decision for Itsuya. He was trying hard to figure out the man standing next to him.
Itsuya could feel something was boiling deep in his own body, maybe it was like the man's words, it was his deepest desire coming true. Maybe for a moment he could forget all the boundaries of the society and flung himself toward this man. This man. It was his deepest desire.
A desire that shall never be spoken.
Itsuya was considering his decision, as he could see the pain reflected off the man's eyes. He could almost see a glimpse of the past, present and future among those warm brown eyes that held a long lasted begging look that beg Itsuya for a decision. It was that look that took Itsuya by the soul as he reached out and yanked onto the collar of the man's clothing and pulled him in for a kiss. A kiss that been dreamt countless times. A kiss that held stories that long to be told.
Their kiss was a dance, it was fueled with passion and compassion. It was a kiss that had long been desired from both side. Itsuya clench hard onto the man's collar bringing the man closer to him. He needed to feel the flesh brushing along his own. It seem forever as they kissed. They broke the kiss as their eyes still held onto each other.
Itsuya kept his gaze at the man, his eyes searched around those warm brown orbs as he tried to seek for some form of answer. He opened his mouth to only see white smokes faintly puffing a few times in the cold winter air. He finally decided to close up his mouth as words failed to surface, while a faint smile was formed onto his face. He felt complete. It was a sense that were beyond words to describe. Itsuya had a feeling he knew this man for a long time, and the affection he felt within himself made him gently sigh for the feeling of completion.
"Took you forever." Itsuya faintly demanded as his eyes reflected the emotions boiling among his body. His hand reached up to trace the man's face. Each featured was slowly recall back to his deepest memory, each textured was a trigger to a fragment of detail. "My beloved one, my seito."
The man spread a smile onto his face as he replied back, "My beloved one, my sensei." His hand reached to meet Itsuya's hand. He gently traced the callous on the hand as he leaned down for another kiss. Itsuya didn't fight as he returned the kiss to only yank the man gently.
"My room."
Those two words simply just said it all of the feelings that were boiling deep among their hearts.
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