[Maybe they should both feel a little guilty for this. Hizashi isn't the man Shouta married, and Shouta is Hizashi's best friend, and this isn't the time or the place--but if not now, when? The world is literally ending around them, and this may be the last chance he has to hold that familiar body in his arms, to kiss those lips he knows so well, and even if he isn't the same, this Hizashi still responds like the other.
A thumb brushes the scar under his eye, and teeth graze his lip, and Shouta tilts his head into that touch, lips parting and letting the kiss deepen. It's always been natural between them. Always. And this...even if it should feel wrong, it doesn't.
He doesn't want the kiss to end, but eventually they both have to breathe. Eventually it has to break, and when it does, Shouta's a little out of breath, eyes closed and just letting his forehead rest against Hizashi's.]
Thank you. I might not see him again, and I just...thank you.
[The word choice is intentional. He knows. Of course he does. But he needed this, and Hizashi said yes, even though he didn't have to. It means so much to him.]
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A thumb brushes the scar under his eye, and teeth graze his lip, and Shouta tilts his head into that touch, lips parting and letting the kiss deepen. It's always been natural between them. Always. And this...even if it should feel wrong, it doesn't.
He doesn't want the kiss to end, but eventually they both have to breathe. Eventually it has to break, and when it does, Shouta's a little out of breath, eyes closed and just letting his forehead rest against Hizashi's.]
Thank you. I might not see him again, and I just...thank you.
[The word choice is intentional. He knows. Of course he does. But he needed this, and Hizashi said yes, even though he didn't have to. It means so much to him.]