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There’s a presence, a warmth, a lingering touch that’s gentle. It’s not much, he can barely feel it, but it stirs him awake and he slowly becomes aware of his surroundings — becomes aware of the subdued touches upon his skin, aware of the familiarity of it all. There’s a dim light brightening the room and he’s certain that the person that he had been waiting for had arrived. Finally.
“Shingo..? S’that you…” he manages to mumble out a croak, a few words despite the sleepiness that muddles his thoughts and blocks his throat. Kinjou presses a soft kiss at the base of Arakita’s neck and breathes a soft sigh against his skin.
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
Arakita’s laying on his side, his back turned to Kinjou, he can’t see his face, but he feels the warmth that radiates from him, he hears the slight tremble in his voice and knows that he’s glad to be home and to be next to the person he loves. Kinjou still has lips placed softly against the cool skin of Arakita, still nuzzled in the small crook of his neck, an arm wrapped gently around his middle.
“S’okay… you’re here now…” his voice is still intertwined with small speckles of sleep — it’s more quiet than usual, less brash. He brings a hand up to caress that of Kinjou’s wrapped around his and he closes his eyes once more, basking in the tranquility of the moment.
“Yeah. I love you, Yasutomo.” Kinjou whispers, the wisps of his warm breath making a soft shiver crawl up Arakita’s back.
He doesn’t reply with much, only a small hum of agreement, of reciprocation and of contentment.
Another kiss on the crook of his neck. The next one at the top of his shoulder blade. The side of his ribcage. Each as tender as the last as Kinjou continues to sprinkle soft kisses to his cold skin, running his fingers along Arakita’s forearm, a slow, soothing motion as he continues scattering the mark of his lips on the pale surface.
Arakita doesn’t make a noise, his breathing is even as he soaks in each and everyone of Kinjou’s lingering kisses, his legs pressing and grazing Kinjou’s thighs.
His lips brush over the small of Arakita’s back before he kisses the soft skin. Another one, and then one more after that to the same spot. He drags a finger over his skin, over the small freckle, and it sends another dull shiver through Arakita’s spine. A small chuckle erupts from Kinjou and he presses one last chaste kiss.
“My favourite beauty mark.”
His body flitters in short fits of laughter, embarrassed and slightly delighted.
Kinjou has a small, genuine smile on his lips as trails them down toward Arakita’s hip bone, which pokes out a little prominently as he lays on his side. He places his full lips on his hip, slightly peeking out above Arakita’s briefs and gives the skin a delicate bite at a minute mark that decorates Arakita’s skin, eliciting a muffled groan coming from the receiver's side.
Kinjou snickers once again and makes up for the small bite with a peck. “This one is also my favourite.”
Arakita quickly picks up on the pattern and squeezes his eyes shut as a wide smile spreads across his features, instantly nuzzling himself closer into the pillow to hide from Kinjou.
Leaving another trail of kisses, Kinjou ends up at Arakita’s stomach, almost leaning over him to scatter a number of kisses on and around a tiny blemish that marks his skin near his belly button.
“Another favourite of mine.” he mumbles, lips grazing and tickling his skin as he makes his way up his stomach, up his arm and back to his neck, bringing his arms back to wrapping around Arakita’s waist, pulling his chest flush against his other’s back.
Moving himself away from the pillow slightly, Arakita turns his head a bit to get a small glance of Kinjou who takes this as an opportunity to lean in close and steal a weak kiss at the corner of his mouth. Arakita scrunches his face into a scowl and retreats back to hiding in the pillow as Kinjou smiles big and goes back to peppering small pecks and kisses on Arakita’s neck.
Without much thought, Kinjou places his lips right under Arakita’s ear, near his jawline and sucks at the skin before he’s satisfied and pulls back, admiring the reddish-purple mark that he had created.
“This has gotta be my new favourite mark.”
“Shingo, you fuck—”