all this love I've got to keep to myself

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

Mojito was largely inexperienced, of this he was painfully aware. His attraction to males was not new to him, he'd always known in some ways but he'd never acted on it, not before Satoru. And even now this was the first time he'd really let himself admit to what had been bubbling up in him for some time. Satoru's touch was like a fire in his nervous system, his breath heavy and forceful as a string of kisses and nips trailing down his neck, holding himself back from simply bowling the bigger man over. But it seemed his simple question had sparked something and when he heard Nao's answer it felt like that simple word raced through his veins. You. It was so simple, such an easy answer but it was one he wasn't used to hearing and it set his whole soul aflame. His gaze lifting to meet Satoru's gaze, and for a moment everything else fell away, the pain in his muzzle fading and all the internal hurt he'd been harbouring for years seemed to quiet. ”You have me.” He said just as softly just moments before Satoru moved, Mojito putty under his touch.

He looked up at the other man and he smiled unbidden, he was truly gorgeous and Mojito felt his heart swell with something he'd not felt in a long time. He leaned eagerly into the kiss, never once taking his eyes off the other man as they pulled their faces away for a moment, he followed Satoru's ever movement with a holy reverence, not wanting to miss anything.

-fade-

The moon's light was starting to fade, the rim of sunlight visible on the horizon but Mojito didn't care, he allowed himself to believe for a moment, for just one blissful moment that this was all there was in the world. That he and Satoru had found someplace away from anyone who would hurt them, but it rang hollow even in the gentle glow of their night together, there were others he cared about too much to ever be able to truly imagine never seeing again. Satoru included. He was curled against Satoru's underside, more than happy to remain in the other man's grip. He tipped his head back, and gently nosed at the underside of Satoru's muzzle, playful little licks. ”Satoru.” He whispered, not wishing to wake the man if he was asleep but feeling compelled to say the man's name once more.

”Speech” ’Thought’

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all this love I've got to keep to myself

Mojito <3

Mojito