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He’s been drafted. Of course. Touya briefly wonders how he could have expected anything else. How stupid he was to think his medical record would stop the conscription. Now Touya’s really got what’s coming to him, the ultimate punishment- not only is he becoming a soldier despite his asthma and the deep pains in his joints, but he’s being put on the front lines. How fucking poetic.
He has one last day to enjoy himself before being shipped off overseas. Touya hopes if he goes to a bar and gets drunk enough, maybe he’ll just die in his sleep from alcohol poisoning instead. That would be preferable to being murdered any number of disturbing ways in a warzone. All the bars around this town suck, but he overhears a couple of men speaking in low tones about some place underground that used to be a speakeasy during prohibition. It sounds interesting enough, so Touya stealthily follows them until they disappear down a set of stairs in an alley, the steps descending directly into the concrete. He pauses for a couple minutes so it’s not obvious that he’s stalked people to this location before continuing to the staircase.
There’s a big metal door at the bottom and a tall, muscled, very intimidating man steps forward with a hand up to stop him.
“You got an invite?” Oh so that’s how this works. It must be some kind of very exclusive nightclub. Shit. He sighs heavily.
“I didn’t know I needed one, sorry.” Touya makes to turn around. He can always find another bar to die at, but the man grabs his shoulder.
“Hold on, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. We’ve just had a problem with plainclothes cops lately, but you definitely aren’t a cop,” he says obviously, looking at his army fatigues. Cops aren’t allowed in are they? Interesting. Touya wonders just what kind of bar this place has become.
“How do you know I’m not?” Touya asks. Surely a police officer could wear a military uniform if they wanted to.
“Cause you’d have had the fake password we’ve been spreading around.” Touya can’t help himself, he laughs. These guys definitely sound like his people, crafty, stubborn, and not caring too much for proper social decorum. “You can go on in, but any trouble and I’ll throw you out personally, you got it?” He brandishes a menacing finger at Touya.
“I got it, thanks.” He slips inside and takes in the dim lighting. There are string lights hung up all around the bar like a starry night sky and someone singing on stage, soft dulcet tones. It’s nice. Touya makes his way to the bar and orders a Gin Rickey. The bartender, he’s only just now noticed, doesn’t have a shirt on. Why doesn’t he have a shirt on? Not that Touya is really there to complain, the guy is hot and he’s going to appreciate the eyeful of toned chest while he can. Touya sets two coins on the counter in exchange for the beverage and makes his way to a table near the stage. Two women are sitting at another table with their fingers intertwined, gazing lovingly at one another. Oh, this is a gay bar. Yes these are definitely Touya’s people. No wonder there’s so much secrecy, the police would shut this place down in an instant if they got in and everyone would no doubt be arrested for ‘lewd behavior’ or some kind of bullshit sodomy charge.
The woman singing has a beautiful voice. He shuts his eyes and absorbs all the sounds and sensations the ambiance brings. Touya’s always found it so easy to get lost in music. His mind wanders to the furthest reaches of consciousness and he dreams of beautiful sunsets reflected off the ripples of the ocean, of gorgeous human figures with soft curves and subtle strength. Maybe he can just hide in this bar for the rest of his life. Surely the army doesn’t need him so badly to come chase him down in an illegal gay nightclub.
Once he’s got his second drink and resumes his comfortably reclined position in the chair, a new singer claims the stage. This person’s strong, sultry, androgynous voice shocks his eyes open. He is looking at an angel, thick messy blonde hair that’s been pushed back, a soft young face with just a hint of stubble, feathery brows, plump pink lips, and those killer golden eyes. This singer can’t possibly be human. Touya’s staring open-mouthed, which catches the man’s attention. He smiles at Touya, sending his heart into a frenzy and snapping his jaw shut with a deep blush. The man begins to sing to him instead of the audience as a whole. He feels so light in his chest it’s a wonder he doesn’t start floating up towards the ceiling.
“That was Hawks, folks, now please welcome to the stage, Miruko.”
The man, Hawks, leaves the stage after only a couple time-stopping songs that Touya honestly can’t remember at all right now. He’s reeling, puzzling over if what he just experienced actually happened. What the hell did that bartender put in his drink?
He runs a tired hand through his messy black hair and lowers his eyes to the floor, a little put out. He’s just nervous as hell about being deployed and dying a horrible fiery death overseas at war. Maybe if he keeps having angelic visions, he could get out on a psych. The chair next to his scrapes at the concrete ground and Touya looks up just as the gorgeous singer sits down.
“Hey there, soldier,” he says shy but absolutely delighted. Touya stares dumbly, but shakes himself out of it as the man quirks an eyebrow at him in an amused fashion.
“Hi,” he rasps out. “I mean hey,” he says a little stronger after clearing his throat.
“I’m Hawks.”
“T-Touya,” he stumbles. After another moment, where Hawks starts to look a tad awkward, Touya decides to take the plunge. He might die tomorrow, but he’s not gonna go out before doing everything he can to win this angel’s affections. He downs the rest of his drink and starts talking. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. I really thought I was hallucinating.” Hawks giggles at this and visibly relaxes.
“My God, are you sure? How much have you had to drink?”
“Not enough. I’m still nervous talking to you,” Touya admits.
“Can I buy you another?” Hawks asks in a low voice, looking up through thick blonde eyelashes.
“Only if I can get the next round,” Touya replies. Hawks grins at that and leaves for the bar, making a point to swing his hips flirtatiously.
With their drinks full and the tension broken, they ease into conversation.
“So what brings a handsome soldier like you to a gay bar on a Tuesday night?”
“I’m being shipped off tomorrow and I was hoping to drink myself to death tonight, but this is definitely better.” Hawks barks out a loud laugh, eyes twinkling.
“I am honored to be more desirable than death. So what were you doing before you got drafted?”
“I paint. I was just accepted to the national gallery two weeks ago, but now… well I suppose it doesn’t matter much anymore,” he grumbles, taking another swig from his glass. It was crushing to have everything taken away the moment he finally felt like a success.
“Of course it matters,” Hawks says, sounding astounded and impressed. “There have only been ten new artists in the last fifty years to get a space in the national gallery. That’s huge! I remember now, Touya Todoroki, right? You were in the paper and everything.” Touya shifts in his chair, a little embarrassed by the praise and nods. “So you’re a hot painter and going to war. Don’t they have weird exceptions for people who get artist contracts like singers and celebrities?”
“My father is a general and he hates me. He covered up my medical record and pushed my name through. All he’s ever wanted was for me to join the army.” Touya thinks about how much shame his father feels knowing his eldest son is a ‘nancy boy artist’ with health problems that no one in their right mind would send to war.
“That’s like crazy illegal though. Can’t someone do something?” Touya smiles sadly, shaking his head.
“He’s a five star general, pretty much the only person above him is the president and he won’t do anything about one 24-year-old who got fucked over.” Hawks pouts a little. “Tell me about yourself though, please. I only have one night before I’m carrying heavy packs and dealing with authority.”
“Well, I work as a singer here with my friend Miruko at night and I’m getting a medical degree during the day. I want to become a surgeon, so I help out at the hospital a lot.”
“No kidding?” Hawks nods excitedly. “My little brother is on his final year of medical school and works part time at the hospital too. You know Natsuo Todoroki?” Touya asks and watches in amusement as Hawks gapes at him.
“No way! You’re Natsuo’s older brother?” They had worked together for years, but never really talked about their families.
“The one and only,” Touya says.
“Wow, I guess I should have made that connection earlier, but I didn’t even think about it. Then you have another brother and a sister too, right?” Touya nods. “That’s a big family. I’m an only child, or at least I think I am. I grew up in an orphanage.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“I mean I literally did whatever I wanted all the time because orphanage rules have too many loopholes and I ended up with a great couple friends who got me into the community down here. It wasn’t all bad,” Hawks says matter of factly.
“I never knew there was much of a community at all. This is the first gay bar I’ve ever been to,” Touya admits.
“It’s a safe space for everyone - bi, gay, lesbian, trans, somewhere in between, everyone is welcome. The police have been trying to pin down the location of this bar for a while now, so I don’t know how much longer it will be here, but I’m glad you get to experience it tonight,” Hawks smiles shyly. “Especially on a quiet night since I don’t have to fight anyone else for your attention.”
“There’s no one who could even pretend to compete with you. You’re stunning.” Touya gives Hawks the most genuine appraisal, like a collector discovering a famous artifact. Hawks feels his gaze burning across his body as Touya’s eyes trail over every inch of his figure.
Touya is so easy to talk to and seems so interested in who Hawks is, not just what he could do with his body, although from the heated looks he continues to receive, it’s clear that holds his interest as well. Touya learns Hawks loves the city at night, any meal with chicken in it, and discovers that Hawks’s interest in medicine came from a combination of morbid curiosity about people’s insides and a desperate need in the community for LGBT+ healthcare. The blonde is magnetic, sexy, incredibly smart, and doesn’t at all seem to mind Touya’s pessimistic worldview or his awkward honesty.
“Last call!” the bartender shouts across the club. Touya sighs sadly. They only have ten minutes till closing.
“Would you... want to come to my place?” Hawks asks with pink blooming across his face and a small grin pulling at his lips. “I understand if you have to go home, but…” he pauses, bracing himself. Touya is vibrating with anticipation and hope. “Well, I’m having a lot of fun and if you want to spend the night with me, I’d love to have you.”
“I would love nothing more,” he replies shakily, his heart thundering in his chest. Hawks sighs in relief and breaks into another grin.
They flirtatiously bump into each other on the sidewalk and Touya takes Hawks’s hand in his. They keep up a conversation about art and music the whole walk to Hawks’s apartment, which is small and cramped with clothes, papers, and random objects scattered haphazardly, but Touya loves it. He’s never been allowed to leave messes, but he’s always wanted to. Touya shrugs off his coat and lays it over the back of a chair. Hawks turns to him and steps into his space, gazing upward, eyes sparkling.
Touya leans in, but Hawks puts his hand up, covering Touya’s lips with his fingertips.
“Hold on,” he says nervously. “Uh, before anything happens you should know I’m trans. I don’t have the same parts you do.”
“Oh, really?” Touya doesn’t look disgusted at all, which is… different from what Hawks is used to. Instead he seems curious. “Okay, um, is there something I should be doing to make you more comfortable? I mean, it’s just a vagina, right?” He realizes that might sound a tad rude as it leaves his mouth and immediately begins to apologize, but far from being offended, Hawks laughs so loudly it startles him into silence.
“Yeah, it’s definitely just a vagina,” he cackles. “I promise there’s no alien parts or anything.”
“Whew,” Touya jokes, smiling brightly. “Can I kiss you then?”
“You can do whatever the hell you want,” Hawks says, relieved at the acceptance. And Touya finally connects their lips. Touya’s actions speak of inexperience, but he’s enthusiastic and a quick learner, parroting what feels good and exploring what could feel better. He soon has Hawks moaning into his mouth with his shirt half unbuttoned, still in the entryway as excited hands push Touya’s shirt off his shoulders.
“Where’s your bed?” Touya asks breathlessly, looking into those gorgeous golden eyes, pupils blown with anticipation. Hawks wordlessly grabs his hand and pulls him through the apartment to the next room and pushes him down on the soft sheets. Touya watches as Hawks kicks off his pants and underwear and tosses his shirt to the floor so he’s completely naked. Touya swallows heavily at just how beautiful he is - the delicate diagonal scarring across his chest has left him without nipples, but he still could not be more perfect. His thin, lithe body, toned from hard work, crawls over Touya and settles over his hips, resting that brilliant ass right above his hardening dick. Touya splays his hands over those thick plush thighs, caressing and squeezing the soft flesh.
“I wanna mark you up, birdie,” he rasps wantonly. “I wanna own you. I want you to feel me even after I’m gone.” Hawks blushes a pretty pink and leans his body down to kiss Touya again, lying chest to chest.
“Then do it,” Hawks whispers over his lips. “Show me how much you want me.” Touya rolls them over, rutting down against the blonde as he kisses him violently. Hawks moans loud and obscene, digging his nails hard into Touya’s back. Touya runs his hands everywhere he can, feeling the soft skin and trying to memorize every dip and curve on Hawks’s beautiful body. Those curious fingers start trailing up smooth inner thighs and he huffs out a laugh when he runs into a mess of slick dripping from Hawks’s pussy.
“Holy shit, you’re so wet,” Touya says against Hawks’s neck where he’s now biting marks into the previously unblemished skin. Hawks only bucks his hips up in response, chasing the fingers now teasing him.
“Touya, please,” he groans needily, but the man above him only continues to play with his clit and push no more than the first knuckle into him. Hawks can feel the heat rolling in his gut and tangles his hands in Touya’s hair, yanking on it petulantly. “I need more.”
“I only give more to good boys who earn it,” he mumbles, now trailing his open mouth down Hawks’s belly. Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be, is it? Hawks can work with that. The words rip a lewd moan from Hawks’s throat and he massages Touya’s head in a silent apology for pulling his hair roughly. Touya returns to his mouth and smirks into a messy kiss. “Good boy.” Two slick fingers plunge inside as far as they can go without warning, twisting and pulsing. Hawks has no control over the continuous sounds falling from his mouth, nor can he stop his body from writhing, trying desperately to fuck himself harder onto those fingers.
“I’ve got to open you up nice and wide, baby. It’s the only way you’ll be able to take me,” Touya says, using his free hand to fumble with the buttons on his pants and trying to kick them off with his underwear. He has to pull his sticky coated hand away to slide the rest of his clothes off. Hawks, frustrated at the loss, pushes himself up onto his elbows to glare at him like a brat. He freezes, however, when he sees the massive, throbbing cock between Touya’s legs. He’s never taken anything that big before, but he wants to if it’s the last thing he does. Hawks feels his mouth water.
“I want to taste you, Touya,” he whines, tongue lolling out as he pants excitedly.
“Will you be a good boy if I let you suck my dick?” Touya asks darkly. Another surge of manic heat rolls in his gut and Hawks nods quickly.
“I’ll be the best boy. I’ll let you slowly finger me open however you want to and I won’t complain,” he promises.
“That’s good, ‘cause we have a long night ahead of us,” Touya teases with a smirk that sends a shudder through Hawks’s body. The blonde lies down on his stomach facing Touya and grabs his thick cock with both hands. After wetting his lips, he sinks his mouth down over the tip, running his tongue over every ridge and vein eagerly. Touya’s fingers push back inside him again from the back this time and Hawks moans on his dick causing Touya to lightly thrust forward into his mouth. The blonde’s eyes roll back and he sucks hard, coating more of him in saliva so Touya can push deeper into his mouth. Hawks tongues the bulging vein on the underside making Touya gasp and moan loudly. Touya has three fingers inside him before he realizes it and then, shockingly, four. Hawks hopes he’ll try to fit his entire fist in as he lifts his ass up a little, pushing up against his hand. Hawks opens his throat and swallows him all the way to the base, a shuddering moan falling from Touya’s lips. Hawks pulls off momentarily to look up at Touya.
“You can fuck my throat now,” he says with a smug grin before taking the huge cock back into his mouth. Hawks begins to massage Touya’s balls as the man starts thrusting in earnest.
“You’re perfect, Hawks. You’re so good, so so good.” Touya is painfully hard and can’t hold it back any longer, grabbing onto Hawks’s hair with one hand and aggressively fingering him as deeply as he can with the other. He snaps his hips forward quickly, picking up speed as Hawks hums and moans rhythmically around his cock. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns only moments before spilling hotly down the blonde’s throat with a violent shudder and a growl. It’s only a few seconds of blissful swallowing around him before Hawks is cumming on Touya’s hand, squirting all over the sheets and crying from pleasure. Touya pulls out of his mouth so he can breathe and pushes Hawks onto his back to admire his post-orgasmic haze. He is stunning, gold and pink and gasping breaths with his sinfully wet mouth, a trace of tears on his cheeks.
“Jesus Christ, Hawks,” he pants. “You’re amazing.” Hawks grins at the praise and pulls Touya to lie on top of him, planting a little kiss on his lips. It’s all too good. He doesn’t deserve any of this affection. He’s leaving in the morning and as much as he hopes to come back… well, bullets are too fast to dodge and Touya’s scared as much as he hates to admit it.
Hawks’s smile fades as Touya’s eyes glaze over and rests his hand on the side of the soldier’s face.
“Hey, come back to me,” he whispers. The light returns and Touya’s depressing thoughts about his limited future ease. Hawks reaches for something to distract the man from his melancholy and in a rush of panic says the first idiotic thing that pops into his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life. This pussy says thank you.” That startles a laugh out of Touya and despite how embarrassing it is that his sex-fogged brain came up with that, he grins in success and relief.
“Was?” Touya questions, still smiling and seeming to find himself once more. “I’m not done playing with you though.” Hawks blushes red and looks away trying not to smile. “We don’t actually have to keep going if you’re done. You know that’s okay, right?” Hawks feels himself tear up a little in shock and happiness. Touya’s got the wrong idea, but he appreciates the sensitivity and awareness all the same. Not that Hawks has been with many people before, but of the few, none of them had ever asked how he felt about what they were doing, least of all if he was okay with continuing.
“Oh I’m not done either,” Hawks says confidently. Touya is special and he only has one night left, so he’s going to make it really count. “And you better call me Keigo. That’s my real name. Hawks is only a stage moniker.” Touya smiles at him so affectionately that Hawks finds himself completely blindsided, heart flying out of his chest and staring at the only other human being in the world. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. Everything is Touya.
“Keigo,” Touya tests out the name on his tongue. Hawks shivers delightedly at the sound of it. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.” He leans in for another kiss, this one gentle and full of adoration. Keigo melts under him and hugs around his middle to keep him close. Touya moves to his neck again and bites down some more dark spots, the sensitivity causing soft little moans to bubble up. Keigo rolls his body, gyrating his hips against the hardening dick to encourage him to continue.
“I want you so bad, Touya,” he whines, grinding on the thigh pushed between his.
“Do you have any lube?”
“Don’t need it. I’m more than wet enough.”
“I won’t keep you waiting anymore then.” He pulls away and adjusts Keigo’s legs to get into a better position. Touya rocks his hips against Keigo’s soaked pussy, coating his cock in extra slick before he pushes the fat tip just inside his entrance. A profane wail of ecstasy causes Touya to buck his hips unconsciously, sliding his cock to the base in one go. Keigo chokes and tears up, he’s so full.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Touya asks, sounding genuinely worried. He starts to pull out, but Keigo’s legs lock him in place, heels pressing hard into his lower back.
“I’m fine. Holy shit, it’s so good. Don’t you dare pull out,” he demands in a slurred voice, completely drunk on pleasure. Touya, stunned, takes a moment to admire the man underneath him. Keigo is so cute, whiny, clutching desperately at him and whispering soft pleas into the air between them. Touya slowly begins to thrust, hitting Keigo’s cervix each time, dragging louder and louder cut-off requests of “faster, please, please, plea-ahn harder!” He complies, pounding relentlessly into the warm, wet pussy sucking him in.
More than just the primal need for release and the sexual pleasure, Touya feels more connected than he’s ever been in his life. Each moment better than the last and every heartbeat stronger than the previous, Keigo isn’t just giving Touya his body, he’s trusting him with it, sharing his scars and laying his secrets plainly in front of him. Keigo’s brave and sweet, funny and tender, and seems to genuinely understand him. Touya’s heart flutters. He shouldn’t feel things like this. It’s not real and it won’t last. Nothing will. But before he can start to feel sorry for himself, Keigo grabs the back of his neck roughly and brings him down for another searing kiss. It’s more than casual intimacy pressed into Touya’s lips, it’s care and sincerity filling his heart, causing the beats to grow frantic. He begins thrusting more insistently, drawing soft sweet little moans and sobs from Keigo. The pressurized heat in his gut is getting intense.
“Is it really okay to cum inside?” he asks manically.
“Ahn God yes! P-please Touya!” Touya knows Keigo must be close too and wants to make sure he finishes as well, so he slips his hand down to play with Keigo’s clit as he continues pounding deep inside him. A harsh whine squeals through the darkness and Keigo’s walls clench down on him hard. Touya’s vision fails, going bright white and he can’t stop the growling moan that rips from him. He unconsciously bites down hard on Keigo’s shoulder and spills his release inside as the spasmic clenching of Keigo’s orgasm milks him dry.
When Touya regains his surroundings and remembers who he is, he pulls his teeth away from red bruising skin, dotted with blood, and looks down at the entirely spent man underneath him. Keigo’s cooing softly at him and trailing feather-light fingers down his back and sides. Touya’s heart stutters. Keigo is so sweet, so gentle and pure, a genuine angel he does not deserve, but Keigo chose him anyway. Out of the many men who surely would have loved to have gone home with the singer, Keigo decided Touya was the one who was worthy. Touya drops to lay down on his side, moving Keigo with him since he hasn’t pulled out yet. The blonde makes a pleased little noise and snuggles in closer, nuzzling his face into Touya’s neck, chin resting on a gorgeously prominent collarbone, a leg thrown over his hips.
“You are remarkable,” Touya says breathlessly, stroking a hand down Keigo’s side, dipping in at his waist and rising again over his delicious hips.
“Have you not seen yourself?” Keigo asks. “I’ve never had better sex in my life and I definitely haven’t liked anyone this much before either.” Touya’s heart clenches and he hugs Keigo to his chest.
“I know exactly what you mean.” It’s a less embarrassing way of declaring he rather feels the same way. Keigo seems to understand as he chuckles lightly into Touya’s neck and closes his eyes contentedly.
“It’s such a shame we met on your last day here,” Keigo complains in a small sad voice. “I was really hoping to get to know you.”
“I’ll come back,” Touya whispers, a small promise they both know he’s not guaranteed to keep. “And when I do,” he continues determinedly, “I’ll take you out on proper dates and we’ll celebrate our achievements together with fancy wine, engaging conversation, and some more mind-blowing sex.” Keigo bites his lip. That of course all sounds amazing, but what if-
“I’m scared for you,” he says, unable to hold it in. “I’ve heard stories about war an-”
“I’ll be okay. At first I wanted to die just to punish my father, but now I have a reason to fight.” Touya brushes Keigo’s hair behind his ear, smoothing his palm down the side of his soft face. “I have someone to come back to.” Keigo’s eyes sparkle in the moonlight from the window and he leans in to kiss him again. Touya nibbles his bottom lip and licks into his mouth. It’s full of emotions too strong and fast to be spoken aloud, but they both know what it means.
It’s only after another hour of holding each other that they are both able to drift off to sleep, wrapped up in warm limbs and hearts beating strongly in sync.
Sunlight filters through the window and Touya stirs restlessly. His joints and limbs ache and there’s a hot weight clamping the left side of his body firmly to the mattress. His arm is completely numb and he opens his eyes. Oh, that’s right. He slept with an angel.
Keigo is fast asleep, sprawled across him in an artful tangle of limbs, all haphazard and breathtakingly stunning. Touya gently removes his slowly dying arm from under the beautiful blonde man and desperately tries to shake feeling back into it. Keigo blinks up at him tiredly and groans. Oh, he’s so precious.
“‘Morning Touya,” he murmurs, smiling up at him and rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning, Keigo,” he replies, staring down appreciatively at the man’s slender nude form. He’s going to be recalling this memory more than any other work of art on the battlefield. Keigo is easily more beautiful than any composition of paint on canvas.
“I’m really happy you stayed the whole night,” he says with stars in his eyes. Touya grins at him before realizing he has no idea what time it is. He looks at the clock and a wave of panic shocks through his system.
“Fuck I only have 20 minutes till my train leaves.” He scrambles out of the bed, disentangling himself from Keigo and the sheets and starts looking for his clothes. Keigo shoots up and quickly pulls on his robe before running around his apartment trying to help Touya. Keigo writes all of his contact information on a sheet of notebook paper and folds it up. Touya is pulling on his jacket and boots and looking around for anything he might be forgetting. He looks down at the bracelet on his wrist, it’s a silver chain with a small phoenix on it. His mother gave it to him when he was a child and he’s worn it ever since. He won’t be able to have it overseas while under fire in the mud. No, it wouldn’t be right to take it with him.
“Keigo,” he says, unclasping the jewelry. “Would you wear this?” he asks, holding out the bracelet. It would look gorgeous on that thin wrist, it would belong there. Keigo looks surprised, face pink in the light of the golden morning sun. “Please. I want you to have it.” Touya smiles as Keigo extends his hand out for him to fasten it. “Can I write to you? I don’t have anyone to send letters to besides my siblings.” Keigo holds up the folded paper with all of his contact information.
“I’ll be really sad if you don’t.” Is it possible to fall in love after ten hours of knowing someone? Keigo doesn’t have an answer and he’s too scared to ask just now, but his heart is leaping out of his chest and he chokes back what he wants to say. Touya is going to war and might not come back. That thought causes a painful pricking at his eyes and they start to water. “Please be safe, Touya. I swear to God if you don’t come back to take me on that date,” Keigo’s voice wavers and trails off. Touya takes Keigo’s face in his hands and caresses those soft cheeks with his thumbs.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Keigo. I’m not gonna let some asshole with a gun take away my chance to romance the hell out of you,” he says, resting his forehead against the blonde’s. Keigo pushes forward to kiss him again, sweetly and desperately.
“Write the moment you can, be safe, and I’ll be waiting for you.”
“I will, I promise. I have to go.” He presses another kiss to his lips before he turns and runs out the door. Keigo watches him leave, sprinting for the train station and feels hot tears drip down his cheeks. Ten hours of romance and this is what he’s been reduced to. No one else has ever had this kind of effect on him before. His heart hurts and he can’t stop crying, apprehension, worry, and affection fighting for dominance. At this rate, he might expire before Touya can come home. He goes back to bed and lies in the dirty sheets for hours, Touya’s cum dry and sticky on his thighs, and hugging a pillow close, inhaling the trailing scent he left.