[ It's not that Haruaki didn't believe Akira when he said that he meant every word from before, that he meant that kiss...
But experiencing it all over again is something else entirely.
It's different. That kiss was the last thing he felt before that numb heaviness overtook his entire body, and not for a minute has Haruaki forgotten the way it made his lips tingle and his heart skip. But now, with full control over himself– he's taken aback at first by how total the experience is in its effect on him.
That pleasant prickling sensation spreads from the epicenter at his lips to every single nerve in his body, right down to his fingertips. His hands clutch tighter around Akira's for a moment, pulsing right along with his thudding heart, and then he drops them to fling his arms around Akira's neck instead.
He can move.
He can lean into the kiss, eyes squeezed shut, crowd in closer to Akira and do his very best to kiss him back. He tried it before, but the feeling in his body was already fading fast – not so now, every tentative, curious movement of their lips together only feeling more intense, more delightful, more–
Right.
Haruaki's an emotional creature even under the best circumstances. If there are tears filling his eyes, pressing hot against the seam of his lashes, then it shouldn't surprise Akira.
People aren't supposed to be this lucky, this happy, this blessed. His heart feels full enough to burst right out of his chest, so much so that he almost, almost wishes he had a secure hand around it once more.
He doesn't pull away to say anything, though there's so very much he wants to, needs to, so much he couldn't say before – but no, Haruaki doesn't break the kiss for even a second. He won't until Akira does. ]
let's GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
But experiencing it all over again is something else entirely.
It's different. That kiss was the last thing he felt before that numb heaviness overtook his entire body, and not for a minute has Haruaki forgotten the way it made his lips tingle and his heart skip. But now, with full control over himself– he's taken aback at first by how total the experience is in its effect on him.
That pleasant prickling sensation spreads from the epicenter at his lips to every single nerve in his body, right down to his fingertips. His hands clutch tighter around Akira's for a moment, pulsing right along with his thudding heart, and then he drops them to fling his arms around Akira's neck instead.
He can move.
He can lean into the kiss, eyes squeezed shut, crowd in closer to Akira and do his very best to kiss him back. He tried it before, but the feeling in his body was already fading fast – not so now, every tentative, curious movement of their lips together only feeling more intense, more delightful, more–
Right.
Haruaki's an emotional creature even under the best circumstances. If there are tears filling his eyes, pressing hot against the seam of his lashes, then it shouldn't surprise Akira.
People aren't supposed to be this lucky, this happy, this blessed. His heart feels full enough to burst right out of his chest, so much so that he almost, almost wishes he had a secure hand around it once more.
He doesn't pull away to say anything, though there's so very much he wants to, needs to, so much he couldn't say before – but no, Haruaki doesn't break the kiss for even a second. He won't until Akira does. ]