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Bound and vulnerable, pinned by crimson feathers.

Just the way Keigo liked him.

Up against the headboard with a beautiful, bound man flush against him, back to chest, the hero forced Touya's legs to spread apart, leaving him bare in front of the tall mirror he had brought for their sweet coupling.

They were both naked, of course, save for the feathers keeping Touya bound by his ankles, thighs, wrists, and arms. He wore a collar of feathers, too, just to complete the look. It never failed to send a rush through Keigo's blood, having his lover's body completely under his control.

His erection was pressed between his stomach and Touya's back, but he ignored it in favour of tending to his lover's body with his hands alone. Tonight wasn't one of frantic, passionate sex, but something much, much slower.

Just his hands, and nothing more.

"I want you to hold out for as long as you can," Keigo whispered into Touya's ear. He rested his chin onto his shoulder as he ran his fingers through his lover's length, grazing over sensitive, cold skin ever so slowly, ever so carefully, watching through the mirror's reflection as it gradually filled out.

He pressed a warm, chaste kiss on the shell of Touya's pierced ear. "Tell me when you're close. Understand?"

A small, brief nod was his only answer.

Satisfied, at least, the hero continued running his fingers through the half-hard member. He was gentle with his touch, purposefully feather-light, stirring nothing but deep breaths out of Touya as a low, easy thrum of pleasure washed over him.

Their eyes met in their reflections.

With his hands bound behind his back, Touya had little leverage of his own to dictate their pace. His legs, too, were spread obscenely wide, and his feather collar had, quite literally, a mind of its own as it bristled and softened with every swallow of air he took. The hero's hand worked to hypnotise him into a relaxed state, sinking into the heat stirring bit by bit.

Up... and down...

Up... and down...

Just his hands—his fingers, even—grazing over his length as it stood fully erect. It bobbed and twitched as Keigo lowered his touches to caress his balls, just the very tips of his fingers and nails. Touya shuddered and sighed, tipping his head back to gaze at the ceiling, but his lover ran his other hand through his hair to lull him back down.

"Eyes on the mirror, love."

It was a gentle command, though one the frail man obeyed without question. He forced his eyes back to the reflection of his lover staring into him, becoming entranced by a pair of golden eyes in the process.

A gentle thumb stroked his cheek. "Good boy. Keep them there. Understand?"

Another nod was all Touya could spare, for his voice was busy with a low, reverberating moan.

Time passed, and there was not a single change to Keigo's slow pace. Ironic for the fastest hero, wasn't it? But Touya supposed it was fair to want a break from speed outside of hero work. His lover craved having him all to himself, for as long as feasibly possible. He craved drawing every bit of pleasure out of Touya oh-so thoroughly, it was almost amusing.

Barely grazing, like the ghost of a breeze, yet the pleasure was already so great. It was their eye-contact, surely. Touya couldn't explain just what that piercing, unflinching gaze did to him. It reached into his chest and held his heart bare in its hands; and instead of tearing it apart, it treated him with such tender kindness, as if it were something precious.

"I'm close," the frail man mumbled as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling upward. His chest was rising and falling so deeply. His thighs were shaking, too, struggling feebly against his bindings as he bit his bottom lip in an attempt to keep his body under control.

His warning earned him nothing but those fingers leaving him, and that only made him whine pathetically, no matter if Keigo kissed his jaw apologetically.

"Good boy," he praised, stroking Touya's cheek with a wide smile on his face. Keigo waited for his lover's body to cool off a little, until Touya got his breathing in order. "Are you good to continue?"

"Yeah." But could the hero spare a bit more? Perhaps he could use his whole hand this time. It was almost embarrassing how a little teasing had riled Touya up so much.

His lover's fingers returned slowly, and the frail man couldn't help but lean further back against him. His eyes, half-lidded as they were, remained trained onto the mirror. Despite his vision becoming blurry as the pleasure rolled gently throughout his body like water steadily coming to a boil, Touya couldn't help but focus on his lover's fingers teasing his shaft with barely anything. He watched as his erection was toyed with, teased, and touched, but never properly held, or fondled, or stroked.

Touua shivered once more. His body was growing heavy. There was a tight coil in his balls yearning for so much more—just a tad bit more. A moan escaped his parted lips. His hips drew forward despite his best efforts, and all that earned him was nothing.

Just warm, wet lips against his jaw, and a firm, husky whisper pitched low into his ear. "Behave."

"I know," Touya huffed. Forgive him for his body's reactions. He understood the objective of this torture very well.

This time, however, his lover didn't return to teasing his length right away. Instead, his fingers found the frail man's inner thigh, grazing along soft and supple skin, right over the feathers keeping it spread.

His other hand lowered itself soon enough, taking a moment to scritch under Touya's chin before a pointer finger caressed at the bob of his throat, then his feather collar, then his collar bones, then finally around his pec and nipple. No pinching, however, no pulling or tugging or rubbing, either; just a careful graze over such a sensitive spot, sending a sudden hot flash up Touya's spine.

"I-I'm gonna—"

It was gone as quickly as it came, leaving him cold and unsatisfied yet again. Touya panted as he tensed his muscles, biting down the pleasure threatening to send him off the edge even if it hurt a little.

"Good boy," came the same bit of praise holding all of its meaning. "Can I go on?"

The frail man took a deep breath in, holding it for a moment before letting it out slowly. "Yeah..."

Again, just like before. Those skillful, careful fingers grazing the most sensitive parts of his skin and nothing more. Up and down his heavy, flushed member, over his balls, and around his hard, pebbled nipples. A flick of a thumb against one of his nipples drew a moan out of Touya, with the next one barely choked down as his eyes squeezed shut of their own accord.

"Eyes on the mirror, love."

"I know." His lover needn't say it a dozen times. "I just—oh, fuck, I'm close, Keigo..."

Again, just like before. Gone and unsatisfied. Touya's body was on metaphorical fire. His cock laid heavy on his stomach as beads of pre-cum began to pearl out of his slit. His heart pounded against his ears, and his breathing blared just as loudly. He didn't notice himself bucking into the air until the fiery haze died back down to a dull thrum under his skin.

A kiss against his jaw, a smile into his ear. "Such a good boy for me, love. Think you can handle more? I want to see how long you can hold on for."

Oh, what the hell. That was not fair. Touya made his displeasure known with a frustrated groan, yet his lips moved all on his own. "Just get on with it. Quit pausing for so long every time. It's infuriating."

Perhaps that had been the wrong thing to say, for the hero's smirk was an ominous, cruel thing to hear in his tone. "Alright, if you're so sure."

And again, just like before. Those fingers tortured and teased and toyed with Touya's body as sharp, observant, golden eyes remained locked in with brilliant blue ones. They observed every reaction, studied every sound, every twitch, subtle or not, quiet or not.

Slowly, however, just as Touya became accustomed to the sensual pace wreaking havoc over his body, Keigo chose right then to be the perfect time to finally curl his fingers around his lover's shaft, holding him loosely as he began to stroke.

Up... and down...

Up... and down...

A thumb pressed down onto the tip of his cock, smearing pre-cum over the head as Keigo drew gentle, playful circles. He gathered more pearly beads before he stroked back down to base, easier now with the pre-cum lubricating his hand.

Up... and down...

Up... and down...

Just to save himself the effort, Touya gave up trying to bite down his noises in favour of letting them out freely. He wasn't loud, per say, but he couldn't control himself any more. It was difficult enough trying to keep himself from cumming, to tense his muscles so tightly that his body burned brighter, though doing that only exacerbated the coil in his gut.

"Look at me, love."

Since when did he close his eyes again?

Fluttering his lashes, Touya swallowed a ball of air as he watched his body falling apart in Keigo's literal hands. He was fondling his nipples still, flicking the tip of his thumb over one for a while before moving on to the other. His feathers remained firm and unwavering around Touya's limbs, keeping the frail man from moving to alleviate himself despite his struggles only growing more desperate and uncontrolled.

"I'm so close—I'm gonna cum," he hissed quickly, right on the razor's edge. "P-please, I'm—"

Gone, just like before.

Warm pre-cum dribbled onto his stomach as he panted. The air was awfully humid. It was hot and dense just like the haze in his mind. Touya breathed through parted lips, taking greedy lungfuls of that humid air, only for it to catch in his throat when Keigo resumed without even a warning.

"What's wrong?" the hero asked so innocently. "Having trouble keeping up?"

"S-shut up..." What else was Touya to say? His feather bindings dug into his skin as he struggled some more. He bit his own tongue as Keigo continued to stroke his length leisurely, sensually, all whilst fiddling with his nipples before dragging his fingers gently over his naval.

Down, lower down, following the trail of white hair leading to the base of his erection. A kiss to Touya's jaw, a smirk against his flushed skin, and now the hero was caressing his lover's balls whilst cupping his other hand over a weeping cockhead. A gentle, rhythmic massage began, doing nothing to help Touya control his nearing orgasm. 

"S-stop. Stop! I'm gonna—"

Keigo stopped, as always, chuckling so sweetly into his lover's ear.

"Such a good boy, love. All riled up from my hands alone. It's a lot, isn't it? I can feel how hard you're trying to not cum."

Of course he could, him and his stupid feathers.

"Keigo!" Touya choked on some much-needed air as the hero began again, resuming as before. No warnings. No mercy. Just a cruel smirk and those golden eyes paralysing the frail man to his core.

Cupping his balls and rolling them. Messaging his cockhead and rubbing the very tip of his pointer finger over the slit. Touya arched his back to a fine curse as his thighs trembled, fighting against every wave of pleasure sending him off the precipice.

"I'm close! I—Keigo! Please, I'm—"

"Hold it," Keigo said firmly without a falter to his pace. "Don't cum, firefly. Not a single drop. Do you understand?"

What part of, "I'm close," did he not understand?

Despite the frustration welling up in Touya's chest, he bit down hard into his bottom lip and flexed his arms, his thighs, every muse he could think of. His body burned so hot, he was near feverish. He was sweaty, too, and also a debauched mess with pre-cum dribbling down his stomach and cock. His balls ached so badly. His heart raced. His vision swam. And still, he held himself just barely over the edge until Keigo granted him mercy at last.

He sunk back down against his lover's body, watching blindly as Keigo found pleasure in pulling him apart by the seams. It told him a lot, actually, how the hero's own erection twitched and drooled against his back. It spoke a lot about his own self-control as well.

"You were really close, weren't you?" Keigo asked with an all-too-knowing smile. In the mirror alone was a clear view of a beautifully flushed and erect cock, so hard and heavy that it laid throbbing atop Touya's stomach and glistened with so much pre-cum.

The frail man could barely string his words together properly. "You b-bitch. You can tell f-for yourself."

"Mhmm." Keigo lolled his head against Touya's neck, running a chaste palm over his stomach, just above his needy erection. "If I'd gone on for even a second more, I doubt you could've held yourself back."

"That's what you fucking wanted, right?" To edge Touya right out of his mind and test his endurance?

"Watch your mouth. Just because you're riled up, doesn't mean you don't have to mind your manners."

"Fuck you, I think I get to have some lenien—ah!"

Those sharp, golden eyes gleamed with a cruel light. "What was that, firefly?"

Touya squirmed and writhed as the hero massaged his balls once more. "I'm still—"

"Oh, I know."

It hurt. Everything did. His balls were so heavy and full. He was fit to burst any moment now. He shuddered as Keigo stroked down from his head and slicked his shaft further, returning to stroking him sensually, leisurely, rubbing his thumb over his foreskin.

A sharp hiss, a snap of his spine, Touya let out a slew of nonsensical curses with every second of torture crawling up his throat in the form of blazing, prickling heat.

A thumb was pressed between his balls, right at the base of his cock, sending lightning through his nerves and a loud moan past his lips.

"God, you don't know what you do to me, love," Keigo groaned as he furrowed his brow from his own sick pleasure. The magic in his eyes keeping Touya entranced was thrown off as they slid down towards his erection.

And like a man still drawn to those beautiful eyes, Touya followed them to watch those cruel, masterful hands work on his throbbing cock.

A thumb over his slit, a slow, single stroke down, then up, toying with his frenulum, rolling his balls, sliding lower to tease at his hole...

"O-oh, fuck, I'm—I'm cumming! I can't—"

"Hold it."

Was Keigo insane?! "I can't. I really can't. Please, Keigo, p-please!"

His balls were drawing up, and so was the tight coil twisting inside his gut. His thighs were shaking so much, his toes were curling, too. His hands were balled so tightly into fists against his back as his feather bindings dug deeper into his skin.

"Hold it," Keigo merely whispered against his ear.

No amount of begging earned him anything. And at the same time, Touya truly couldn’t fight the pleasure any more. There was nothing he could do as he body acted on its own snapped into a mind-numbing orgasm shattering him apart. It sunk deep into his bones and forced his eyes back into his skull, trapping his mind into an instant eternity of bliss and ecstasy and a relief at long last.

It felt so, so good. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. His climax rolled over his body with a crushing intensity, flushing every stray thought out as he came and came and came.

For a moment, Touya forgot where he was. He could barely notice his physical body twitching into something, sending a dull, distant pleasure over his skin, and nowhere near to his bones.

Despite that, however, a strange rush of shame snuck towards him at the same time, though it took him quite a while to realise it was his own voice rambling into the empty echo-chamber that was his head.

"M' sorry... Sorry. I—f-fuck... I didn't—"

"Shhh, it's alright, love. No need to feel bad," Keigo cooed, and Touya would've slipped back to his blissful headspace if it weren't for the bastard's hands still busy stroking his oversensitive cock.

Through a sharp hiss, the frail man knit his brows tight and squirmed, twisting his face away from the mirror. "K-Keigo, please... It hurts. Gimme a damn minute before y-you—"

"Before you blow your next load?" the hero hummed all too sweetly. He rubbed two fingers over Touya's stomach, gathering his spend before reaching up towards his lips. "You're still so hard, love. I can hear your pulse, too. Is my firefly still unsatisfied?"

Gently now, so, very gently, the hero prodded his fingers until Touya parted his lips, allowing his lover to slip inside and smear his cum over the flat of his tongue. It should not be that hot—both his spend and the act of tasting himself—yet it drew a shudder. through his already shaking body.

Keigo was right. He was still hard. His erection hadn't flagged one bit and the cold air was biting against the slicked skin with how warm he was. The hero had returned to grazing the tips of his fingers over the shaft, teasing Touya with such a cruel patience that set him further ablaze with overstimulation. The little sparks of pleasure rolled along his stomach, not unlike sudden shocks making his body twist and writhe against his bindings.

And all the while, Touya couldn't control the sounds leaving his mouth, preoccupied as it was with the hero's fingers pressing down on his tongue.

"Can you handle a bit more?" Keigo asked in a low, sultry whisper. He pressed a sweet kiss into Touya's hair for praise, taking a deep breath in despite his own erection sitting so hard between their bodies. "Just a bit more, love. I can use a feather to help, keep you from cumming too soon again if you can't control it. God, Touya... I want to see you fall apart again."

Of course he did, the damned sadist. Of course he would crave the sight of a broken man starved of release and drink up every desperate plea. 

And of course Touya loved it, too, the damned masochist with his flushed cock thinking for him instead. He closed his lips around his lover's fingers and sucked, humming quietly as his eyes slipped shut to bathe in his bliss. "Mhmm..."

Perhaps he hadn't properly considered what he was agreeing to—not that he would've backed out, anyway—but it would've been nice to have a warning when the tip of something soft suddenly brushed against his balls.

A choked moan caught itself in his throat, followed by his body snapping itself rigid. A long, red feather snaked around his balls firmly, massaging them in an undulating motion whilst the other half was wrapped around the base of his member.

A kiss to his jaw. A dark, sadistic chuckle. "There you go. Now, you won't be able to cum until I say so. What a sight you are."

The feather squeezed tightly around Touya, causing him to jerk. His eyes, in turn, squeezed tighter as well.

"Look at the mirror, love," crooned a lower, gentler voice as the hero removed his hands. The sudden cold stirred the frail man out of his hazy stupor, obeying the command before he even realised his eyes had fluttered back open.

The reflection was almost enough to have him whine; what a mess he was, put on display with only a long feather cockring. His bindings, too, remained unyielding, only shifting his ankles off the bed and lifting them up high in the air, forcing him to lean all of his weight back against Keigo.

Now he really had no leverage to chase his pleasure. Oh, how the thought itself made his heart skip. He was certain the hero had heard it.

And sure enough, that knowing smirk met his brilliant blue eyes as a warm hand stroked the inside of his thigh. "See how pretty you look? Like an angel, love."

Said the man with vibrant red wings. How funny. Did he think he was being sappy? Sweet talk would get him nowhere.

Touya will take it for the praise it was, however. He had enough confidence and pride to not argue otherwise.

Whatever would get him to continue his slow, torturous tease up and down his body. The feather around his cock and balls matched well with its shade of red, with its bristling vanes tickling his skin and drawing shivers through his body. It squeezed a bit tighter before easing up, repeating that cycle at the pace of a calm, collected heart.

Touya couldn't cum like this. Well, he could, but not with this. He was still too sensitive, too jittery, too dazed from his afterglow. Everything was too much, breaching well into the threshold of pain where the pleasure mingled just enough to urge nothing but the sweetest moans out of him.

A pair of hands stroked his thighs, so close to where he needed them most. Touya groaned as the feather squeezed just a bit tighter, propping his member up as more pre-cum began to dribble down.

Warm. So, very warm. It slid down his shaft in a thick, white trail and drenched the hero's very sensitive feather.

Keigo buried his nose into the crook of Touya's neck and moaned. Such a deep, pleasureful sound. He couldn't help but rock against his lover's back to stoke his own aching need, though he was quick to compose himself, much more than Touya possibly could in his position.

The hero licked his lips, grazing his teeth against his lover's neck, right over his feather collar. He shamelessly kept his touches delicately light, brushing his hands over the inside of Touya's thighs as he brought him ever closer with just the ring around his cock.

Slowly still—so damned slowly—as if they didn't have anywhere to be tomorrow, or even the day after that. There wasn't a sound or plea that would get the hero to hold him, stroke him, to go even the tiniest bit faster. He was adamant in taking his lover apart, piece by piece, minute by minute, no matter the time it took or the aches it gave.

It seemed, to Touya's frustration, that his reactions and frustration were exactly what Keigo was drinking up.

He knew that already—of course it did—but fuck if it wasn't both hot and cold of him.

As the pain slowly ebbed and gave way for pleasure, it was all too easy to sink back into a humid daze, with nothing but the feathers wrapped around him, all over him, and leaving him helpless to the hero's whims.

Touya hissed between his teeth as the tip of that cursed feather on his cock unravelled, just enough to brush along his shaft and graze against the underside of the head. Another spurt of pre-cum soaked the feather and elicited a violent shudder from the body behind him. The hero hummed and rocked his hips, sparing a single finger down to prod at his lover's hole.

"F-fuck, Kei... I'm gonna cum again..."

As if the world heard his plea and laughed in Touya's face, he could only bite down a whimper as the feather ring tightened.

"Not until I say so, firefly."

"I know!" God, was the hero a broken record? "C-can you stop for a minute and let me breathe?"

"I definitely could," hummed a cruel, idle voice, though it wasn't followed by any respite or relief.

The damned sadist.

With no leverage, no give, no bargaining chip to speak of, Touya could only take every little thing he was given, no matter how slow or intense or downright aggravating. No matter how deeply it drove him to insanity, there was nothing else he could do save for sinking into it as he should.

It was both heaven and hell when a hand finally returned to him, wrapping itself loosely around his shaft before Keigo started to stroke.

"Mmm—please, Kei... lemme cum. Please, lemme cum. I wanna cum."

"You're so pretty when you beg, firefly." The hero did nothing to ease the fire burning under his lover's skin. In fact, he relished in it, drank it up with such glee in his golden eyes as he watched the mirror in his own trance.

Up... and down...

Up... and down...

Before, like always. Just as slowly, just as maddening. It swelled up inside Touya's chest like hot air and threatened to burst. His safeword was beginning to bubble up from the base of his throat, but he bit it down and buried his face into Keigo's neck instead. To hell if the hero repeated his command to open his eyes. Touya was far too busy keeping whatever was coherent of him together in one piece.

That did not mean he could stop his pleas from spilling out his lips, however, but that wasn't as embarrassing as his cursed body falling apart with so little, yet so much. Tense as a bowstring drawn taut, arching his back, grinding himself down toward the finger prodding at his hole...

"Should I let you cum?" Keigo wondered so casually, yet his deep, husky voice changed his tone quite drastically. His fingers curled tighter around touya's shaft, stroking him with much more vigour as he moaned so lowly into flushed, sweaty skin as if he was the one being edged out of his mind.

Touya couldn't help but moan as well. He was right on the cusp. He was already leaning off the edge. It was just that stupid feather squeezing him breathless.

"Shhh, I know. Just hold on for a bit more," he hissed, grunting with a particularly hard and sudden thrust against Touya's back. "I'm close, too. J-just, ahh, just—a bit more..."

"Are y-you serious?" Was the hero truly getting off to this?

'A bit more', too, felt like an eternity no different to a hellish torture. As Keigo finally focussed on his own pleasure, by way of rutting himself against his lover whilst he sunk his teeth into Touya's shoulder, he quickened his strokes a bit more and made his feather bindings quiver, vibrating flush against the most sensitive parts of his lover's oversensitive body.

The hero drank it up greedily as his wings shuddered. He hooked his legs over Touya's and spread them wider. His muffled moans and lust-drunk eyes veered towards a frantic frenzy as all the deliberate slowness for tonight came to a head.

"Close. M' close, love. Are you gonna cum? Gonna cum again just from me playing with your cock?"

What does it fucking look like?

So began another slew of senseless pleas. Touya's mind was far too detached from his body at this point, and it wasn't the floaty, fuzzy, calming sort of detachment. This was, instead, the sort that spiralled in every possible way, in every possible sense of the word. 

Used, toyed with, played with, teased. It all became too much. Their moans. Their bodies. The fire they shared.

He was hurtling right off the edge. Touya couldn't hold it any more. He couldn't think to think otherwise. He couldn't stop his body from thrusting into that deliciously tight hand as the iron threads of the coil deep in his gut began to snap.

He was—

"Oh, f-fuck. Cum for me, Touya. Cum. You've earned it, love."

And then every feather unlatched itself and left his thrumming skin.

Like the stitches pulled from an old, worn doll, Touya fell apart as his orgasm crashed over him at long, long last. A seething, sweltering bliss blinding and deafening him in such a rush.

Time lost all of its meaning; everything was either an instant or an eternity, and after so, so long, there was no greater relief than spilling himself for a second time, just from having his body worked to death over.

Behind him, too, was his lover's grunts and pants as he came between them, licking his lips hungrily whilst he fondled with the head of Touya's cock. His hands were both coated with hot, white spend, and it just didn't stop, not for a while.

The hero sang his lover's praises mindlessly, yet Touya knew, in many ways, that he meant them all genuinely and wholeheartedly. Red feathers lay scattered on the sheets in some strange imitation of rose petals, with the mirror no longer being propped up and left flat on the bed. As the apex of their climax slowly faded, both the exhausted, young men descended to the closest thing to warm, fluffy clouds they had.

Held close and kissed out of air. Touya wouldn't mind falling asleep to this. His body was exhausted, anyway. It wouldn't take long at all, especially with his lover's insatiable need to drown him with reverent praises and affectionate touches every time they shared a rather intense night.

"So fucking good for me, Touya..." whispered a deep, husky voice into his hair, followed by a chaste peck of lips. "Are you feeling alright? Does anything hurt? You satisfied?"

Oh, yes. So deeply, wholly sated.

It seemed that Touya's mind was all too willing to forgive and forget about his earlier frustrations. His patience—rather, impatience—had been rewarded in the end, and now he laid on the end of that ordeal, drained to the bone and floating adrift in the arms and wings of his lover.

Did the hero really cum from just playing with his body, though?

How embarrassing for him.

If only Touya had the energy to chuckle. Unfortunately for him, there wasn't anything passing through him apart from a heavy drowsiness fast drawing his eyes shut. Now, his body was warm, but not feverishly so. Nice and toasty, as his lover would say. Touya didn't bother paying attention to what was happening around him; all he needed to know was Keigo's warmer, firmer body pressed up to his own boneless pile of flesh and blood.

Perhaps the hero had set about cleaning them both up. Perhaps he had decided to simply hold his lover and bask in the afterglow they shared. Perhaps Keigo had already fallen asleep. Either way, Touya was certain it was still the middle of the night when he next opened his eyes.

Tired, sated, and fuzzy all over, he nuzzled his nose into the crook of Keigo's neck, humming deeply with a small, barely-there smile. His movements seemed to stir some life back into his lover, for those soft, fluffy wings only curled tighter around them.

"Are you still asleep?" Keigo mumbled.

"No," Touya mumbled back.

A quiet chuckle fading off to a chirp. A hand on his cheek. Warm, gentle eyes seemed to hold so much in them as Touya stared back.

"We are so doing that again."

"Fuck off. Not for a while, at least." Not unless Touya was drunk, horny, or pent up—or all of the above—then maybe. "Not everyone's got the patience to be edged like that for fuck knows how long."

The hero hummed, rubbing his thumb underneath his lover's eye. "Alright. Was it good, though? Did you like it?"

"'Like' is a relative term," Touya sighed, "but... yeah. It felt good, just really intense. I didn't know you could go that slow."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No. Just an observation." Must the hero take everything as an opportunity to impress him? "I don't mind if you want to take things slow like that again, but maybe don't edge me like that. It's a lot."

"Alright." Keigo let out a quiet croon as he planted a sweet kiss on Touya's forehead, lingering there for a long, long while.

So pleasantly warm. There was no greater comfort. Safe, warm, and loved.