The moonlight we waited for [Yokoo/Fujigaya]
Title: The moonlight we waited for
Pairings/Characters: Yokoo Wataru/Fujigaya Taisuke
Rating: NC-17
A/N: One of my first attempts at writing porn. This is part of the Kame Number One AU, but can be read on its own as well. I've only translated 4 chapters of it for now and the events in this fic happen around chapter 30. Basically in this AU Taisuke is a host and Wataru is a rich customer. And they have also been friends for a long time. At an early point in the story they start going out, but Yokoo wants to wait before bringing things forward because he's worried Taisuke would not focus on becoming the number one. Waiting drives Taisuke crazy, but finally Wataru realizes he's not actually helping Taisuke to focus on his goals like this. Here they are at the onsen, sharing a room in a ryokan and finally alone when all the others are asleep.
Italian note: potreste voler aspettare il capitolo 30 e leggerla dopo, per mantenere l'ordine temporale.
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They don't hurry back to the room. They walk slowly, hand in hand, Fujigaya walking slightly behind, maybe not even faking the shyness he suddenly shows every time Yokoo turns back to glance at him. Yokoo's hand feels so strong despite it could be described as bony more than slender.
The path seems endless although it lasts for only a minute. A minute of moon rays coming from the windows of the dark corridor and streaking what they can reach with a silver light.
Fujigaya can't think about anything. He's only focusing on his heartbeat and his feeling of anticipation, but at the same time he doesn't want to stop walking. He wishes this quiet path could go on forever, with Yokoo holding his hand firmly and smiling at him from time to time.
Reached the door, Yokoo opens it and pulls Fujigaya inside. It's not like Fujigaya is making any resistance, but he suddenly just stops in front of the room for no apparent reason.
“Taisuke? Are you ok? You don't want anymore?” Yokoo asks. Fujigaya suddenly quivers, like he was woken up from a dream abruptly. Although this reality still seems like a dream.
“I-I want! Of course!”
Taisuke frowns and moves towards Yokoo and without any warning he grabs his waist in a clumsy hug, leaning with his left cheek on the taller guy’s chest, just under his chin. “I want you!”
“Then why are you acting so shy? Even though I must admit I find it cute...” smiles Yokoo raising Fujigaya's head by lifting his chin with his index finger.
“I'm not cute!” Fujigaya denies, pouting.
“Yes, you are.”
Yokoo puts his hand on Fujigaya's cheek, thumbing his cheekbones.Then he tilts his head and kiss him sweetly but passionately. Fujigaya slides his tongue in Yokoo's mouth and grabs the back of his neck with his hand, entwining his fingers in Yokoo's hair. He keeps on moving furiously, like he wants to eat Yokoo's face starting with his lips. Yokoo feels like he doesn't want to lose against him, so he shifts his hands from Fujigaya's face to his neck, roughly stroking his collarbones with the palms of his hands, then he suddenly moves them to the other's hips, sinking his fingers in Fujigaya's skin and pushing him closer. Fujigaya starts rubbing his body on Yokoo's, while they keep kissing frantically.
When they breath for air, Yokoo grabs Taisuke's wrists then lean forward to kiss the side of his neck, faintly and teasing. Pecking with his lips and brushing his tongue on the skin just enough to make Taisuke shiver. Taisuke moans and tries to release his hands from the grip, causing Yokoo to just hold him more tightly.
“Will we ever make it to the futon?” Taisuke whispers with a low voice in Yokoo's ear paying attention to blow a warm puff of breath right on that sensitive spot. To answer that, Yokoo just pushes him backwards until they reach the futon already spread on the floor by some zealous ryokan worker.
Fujigaya would like to fell on his knees now and show Yokoo what he can do with his mouth. He's thinking of something that Yokoo will find less annoying than his talking while he's trying to focus on a film they're watching together or any other activity that should involve quietness . Surely if they were to watch a movie and Fujigaya could use his mouth like he wanted to, it would have been even more distracting than just talking, but at least Yokoo would have been less upset by the way he would use it.
When Fujigaya drops on the futon though, Yokoo just follows him down and pushes him to the floor to take another kiss. He's still holding Fujigaya's wrists and the guy would like to object that he wasn't actually supposed to sit with him in his plans, but he changes his mind when the other actually lets go of his arms to unfasten his yukata belt. The knot wasn't very tight so it doesn't take long to strip it off and reveal Fujigaya's warm skin. Yokoo lazily starts to kiss the guy's chest, playing with one of his nipples.
“Sorry Taisuke, you're not cute. You're gorgeous.” he says looking up with his sharp eyes.
“I know, thanks.”Fujigaya says as he raises an eyebrow.
He just can't take all that teasing anymore so he reaches out to put his hand under the folds of Yokoo's yukata. Found what he was looking for, he wraps his hand around it, giving it a few strokes and making it harden under his fingers.
“Wataru, can I taste you?” Fujigaya says with a lustful look in the eyes. Yokoo stares at his face while Fujigaya brushes his tongue on his bottom lip and ends its gesture by biting it. Without waiting for an actual spoken reply, Fujigaya pushes Yokoo back, his elbows pinned on the smooth fabric of the futon.
Fujigaya impatiently unwraps Yokoo's yukata, glad that the knot is already quite loose. When he finishes though, he slows down and takes his time to enjoy the view. His eyes move on Yokoo's fair skin, then he looks up at the other's lingering expression.
“It's not that bad from down here either.” Fujigaya smirks when Fujigaya opens his mouth to say something. Fujigaya just frowns before sprawling on top of Yokoo and steal a kiss from his welcoming lips.
“Wait until you see me doing what I'm about to do!”
“Would you stop talking about that and actually start doing it?” Yokoo says, faking an annoyed tone.
Fujigaya only grins and bends his head down until his lips touch the tip of Yokoo's cock. He then lets his tongue out and gives a prying lick. He looks up to meet Yokoo's serious but excited look, then he slides his cock into his mouth covering it till he reaches the hand he wraps around it at its base. Then he begins to suck Yokoo with a constant, insinuating rhythm which surely meets Yokoo's favour. Fujigaya is not a liar, thinks Wataru, it’s so much better then he expected it to be. Overwhelmed by the sudden warmth of Fujigayae's mouth he lets his head recline on the back of his neck and he closes his eyes whispering Fujigaya's name.
“Will you look at me?” Fujigaya says suddenly raising his face and voluntarily neglecting what he was busy with.
“I'm watching, how can I miss this?” Yokoo answers pushing himself up a bit and clutching Fujigaya’s hair to pull him gently back where he was before.
“I bet you won't take your eyes off me anymore.” Taisuke grins, as he makes Yokoo's cock disappear in in his mouth again as soon as he finishes the sentence.
This time Yokoo doesn't look anywhere else. He must admit he would have wished to continue watching him for quite a while. He was a pretty nice thing to stare at. Shivers go down Yokoo's spine when Fujigaya looks up to meet his gaze. He twines his fingers in Fujigaya's hair moving the arm he's not leaning on to maintain the balance. He gently strokes Fujigaya on the back of his ear.
“Taisuke, wait!” he says pulling out suddenly as he moves to bite Fujigaya's earlobe while whispering. “Not like that.” Then he shoves Fujigaya down on the futon and start touching him wherever he can reach. He grabs Fujigaya’s cock and starts moving his hand up and down, slowly but firmly. Fujigaya moans but tries to regain control of the situation by grabbing Yokoo's cock with his hand.
After Yokoo moves closer and kisses him in a possessive way, he decides that this is not quite yet what he wanted.
He has waited too long to be contented just with them playing around like that. He feels like he wouldn't feel happy until Yokoo has had him. All of him. Everything. That is Fujigaya's way to proclaim possession: willingly giving away anything he has to offer and to take all the other has to give. He suddenly lifts his body, puts his hands on Yokoo's shoulders shoving him down and sits himself on top of him.
“I want you. Inside me. Now.” he orders with a cool but mellow tone.
“Like this?” Yokoo asks, wondering why he's the one being attacked and pushed on his back.
“I want to have this my way.”
“But we didn't prepare for...” protests Yokoo. Fujigaya stretches out to reach for his bag and when he finally does, he drags it closer and opens it, then it takes lube and a long strip of condoms out of it.
“What on earth were you supposed to do with all those condoms?” Yokoo asks, impressed.
“You never know.” Fujigaya answers, dropping some lube on Yokoo's fingers, who, not at all put off, offers his hand readily.
“Well, I guess with your job, one should always be well equipped.” says Yokoo helping Fujigaya to lift up with his clean hand. As if he needed any help.
“It's not like this Wataru. I want to use all of those with you.” Fujigaya whispers, a cheeky smile curving the line of his lips. Then he pushes against Yokoo's hand under him.
“All of them in one night?” Yokoo laughes, pushing his fingers inside him.
“Let's see what we can manage...” Fujigaya moans when Yokoo starts moving his fingers.
“Are you ok?” asks Yokoo since he can still feel resistance inside Fujigaya.
“Stop asking stupid questions and go on!” Fujigaya answers, pushing down even harder. Yokoo answers to Fujigaya's confidence squeezing in another finger and making Fujigaya groan.
Fujigaya keeps on moving while Yokoo works him open. He throws his head back and his body pleads for more. His hand reaches for Yokoo's cock and strokes him firmly.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks with a meaningful look. Yokoo's kind side would like to ask if it's okay to move on, he doesn't really want to hurt Fujigaya, but instead he takes out his fingers, grabs a condom from the floor and placing the corner of the square paper between his teeth, he rips the wrapping then he unrolls the condom on his cock He places his hands on Fujigaya's hips helping him finding his way down, and gently pushes inside him. He doesn't pull him all the way down though and Fujigaya doesn't complain, taking his time to push down slowly.
It feels damn good inside him.Fujigaya closes his eyes the moment he slides onto Yokoo's cock. Yokoo stares for a second at his satisfied expression. When Fujigaya opens his eyes and the look he gives Yokoo with his dark eyes makes him shiver in pleasure. Just his look.
At that point Fujigaya decides to start moving up and down, thrusting with his own rhythm, sinking his knees on the squishy futon. He's so fucking good looking, thinks Yokoo, and then he actually says that. Fujigaya gives him a smile.
“You're not that bad either.” he mocks him, panting.
Fujigaya puts his arms up and arches back slightly, adding some choreographic element to the movement of his hips. Yokoo pushes up as far as he can, not because he doesn't like to be lazy, but he actually wants to feel more of Fujigaya, his desire of melting their bodies together becoming more intense.
Suddenly he moves one hand from Fujigaya's hips to grab his cock. He certainly does like to surprise him, thinks Fujigaya after he had almost lost the balance for he sudden felt electricity running throughout his body. But he doesn't want to give in, and continues his job, trying to make Yokoo going crazy.
Wataru is certainly losing it a bit, Fujigaya's skilled moves and his look, beaming down on him are definitely too hot for him to handle. He keeps on moving his hand on Fujigaya's cock. It is hard and the tip is wet. The skin feels hot under his touch. Yokoo smiles at the thought it must be as good for Fujigaya as it is for him. It will definitely be better if he can release his tension.
“Taisuke, come!”
“N-not there yet...” Fujigaya argues, his shaking voice a clear sign he's lying.
Yokoo gives a few energetic strokes and Fujigaya arches back, coming with a moan on Yokoo's hand and stomach. He bends forward a little, shaking and catching his breath.
Yokoo carelessly wipes his hand on the fabric at his side and puts it back on Fujigaya's hips thrusting up with all his might. It doesn't take more than a few thrusts and Yokoo comes too, his mind going blank for seconds.
Fujigaya sprawls on Yokoo and presses their lips together, softly. Then he curls on his side keeping an arm on the other's chest. Yokoo shifts his own arm under Fujigaya's neck and bends his head to look in his eyes. He starts moving his thumb on Fujigaya's cheek and then on his forehead, moving the fringe from his eyes.
“Taisuke I...” Yokoo stops suddenly, leaving Fujigaya bitter after his prolonged silence.
“What?” he asks patiently.
“Not telling. You'd get angry if I say that.” Yokoo's smile is wry. Fujigaya sulks shifting his head to look at the ceiling in a clear disapproving gesture.
“Ok, I'll tell you.”
Fujigaya rolls his eyes to look at him and eventually turns his head in the direction he was facing before. Yokoo's deep look is so meaningful it's almost painful to bear.
“You know Wataru? There's no need to say it. I know already.” Taisuke smiles.
“I know you know. I wasn't going to say that I love you though...”
“You said it! What was it then?” Fujigaya smiled, pleased to hear that.
“Why did I wait so long to hold you in my arms like this?”
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Pairings/Characters: Yokoo Wataru/Fujigaya Taisuke
Rating: NC-17
A/N: One of my first attempts at writing porn. This is part of the Kame Number One AU, but can be read on its own as well. I've only translated 4 chapters of it for now and the events in this fic happen around chapter 30. Basically in this AU Taisuke is a host and Wataru is a rich customer. And they have also been friends for a long time. At an early point in the story they start going out, but Yokoo wants to wait before bringing things forward because he's worried Taisuke would not focus on becoming the number one. Waiting drives Taisuke crazy, but finally Wataru realizes he's not actually helping Taisuke to focus on his goals like this. Here they are at the onsen, sharing a room in a ryokan and finally alone when all the others are asleep.
Italian note: potreste voler aspettare il capitolo 30 e leggerla dopo, per mantenere l'ordine temporale.
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They don't hurry back to the room. They walk slowly, hand in hand, Fujigaya walking slightly behind, maybe not even faking the shyness he suddenly shows every time Yokoo turns back to glance at him. Yokoo's hand feels so strong despite it could be described as bony more than slender.
The path seems endless although it lasts for only a minute. A minute of moon rays coming from the windows of the dark corridor and streaking what they can reach with a silver light.
Fujigaya can't think about anything. He's only focusing on his heartbeat and his feeling of anticipation, but at the same time he doesn't want to stop walking. He wishes this quiet path could go on forever, with Yokoo holding his hand firmly and smiling at him from time to time.
Reached the door, Yokoo opens it and pulls Fujigaya inside. It's not like Fujigaya is making any resistance, but he suddenly just stops in front of the room for no apparent reason.
“Taisuke? Are you ok? You don't want anymore?” Yokoo asks. Fujigaya suddenly quivers, like he was woken up from a dream abruptly. Although this reality still seems like a dream.
“I-I want! Of course!”
Taisuke frowns and moves towards Yokoo and without any warning he grabs his waist in a clumsy hug, leaning with his left cheek on the taller guy’s chest, just under his chin. “I want you!”
“Then why are you acting so shy? Even though I must admit I find it cute...” smiles Yokoo raising Fujigaya's head by lifting his chin with his index finger.
“I'm not cute!” Fujigaya denies, pouting.
“Yes, you are.”
Yokoo puts his hand on Fujigaya's cheek, thumbing his cheekbones.Then he tilts his head and kiss him sweetly but passionately. Fujigaya slides his tongue in Yokoo's mouth and grabs the back of his neck with his hand, entwining his fingers in Yokoo's hair. He keeps on moving furiously, like he wants to eat Yokoo's face starting with his lips. Yokoo feels like he doesn't want to lose against him, so he shifts his hands from Fujigaya's face to his neck, roughly stroking his collarbones with the palms of his hands, then he suddenly moves them to the other's hips, sinking his fingers in Fujigaya's skin and pushing him closer. Fujigaya starts rubbing his body on Yokoo's, while they keep kissing frantically.
When they breath for air, Yokoo grabs Taisuke's wrists then lean forward to kiss the side of his neck, faintly and teasing. Pecking with his lips and brushing his tongue on the skin just enough to make Taisuke shiver. Taisuke moans and tries to release his hands from the grip, causing Yokoo to just hold him more tightly.
“Will we ever make it to the futon?” Taisuke whispers with a low voice in Yokoo's ear paying attention to blow a warm puff of breath right on that sensitive spot. To answer that, Yokoo just pushes him backwards until they reach the futon already spread on the floor by some zealous ryokan worker.
Fujigaya would like to fell on his knees now and show Yokoo what he can do with his mouth. He's thinking of something that Yokoo will find less annoying than his talking while he's trying to focus on a film they're watching together or any other activity that should involve quietness . Surely if they were to watch a movie and Fujigaya could use his mouth like he wanted to, it would have been even more distracting than just talking, but at least Yokoo would have been less upset by the way he would use it.
When Fujigaya drops on the futon though, Yokoo just follows him down and pushes him to the floor to take another kiss. He's still holding Fujigaya's wrists and the guy would like to object that he wasn't actually supposed to sit with him in his plans, but he changes his mind when the other actually lets go of his arms to unfasten his yukata belt. The knot wasn't very tight so it doesn't take long to strip it off and reveal Fujigaya's warm skin. Yokoo lazily starts to kiss the guy's chest, playing with one of his nipples.
“Sorry Taisuke, you're not cute. You're gorgeous.” he says looking up with his sharp eyes.
“I know, thanks.”Fujigaya says as he raises an eyebrow.
He just can't take all that teasing anymore so he reaches out to put his hand under the folds of Yokoo's yukata. Found what he was looking for, he wraps his hand around it, giving it a few strokes and making it harden under his fingers.
“Wataru, can I taste you?” Fujigaya says with a lustful look in the eyes. Yokoo stares at his face while Fujigaya brushes his tongue on his bottom lip and ends its gesture by biting it. Without waiting for an actual spoken reply, Fujigaya pushes Yokoo back, his elbows pinned on the smooth fabric of the futon.
Fujigaya impatiently unwraps Yokoo's yukata, glad that the knot is already quite loose. When he finishes though, he slows down and takes his time to enjoy the view. His eyes move on Yokoo's fair skin, then he looks up at the other's lingering expression.
“It's not that bad from down here either.” Fujigaya smirks when Fujigaya opens his mouth to say something. Fujigaya just frowns before sprawling on top of Yokoo and steal a kiss from his welcoming lips.
“Wait until you see me doing what I'm about to do!”
“Would you stop talking about that and actually start doing it?” Yokoo says, faking an annoyed tone.
Fujigaya only grins and bends his head down until his lips touch the tip of Yokoo's cock. He then lets his tongue out and gives a prying lick. He looks up to meet Yokoo's serious but excited look, then he slides his cock into his mouth covering it till he reaches the hand he wraps around it at its base. Then he begins to suck Yokoo with a constant, insinuating rhythm which surely meets Yokoo's favour. Fujigaya is not a liar, thinks Wataru, it’s so much better then he expected it to be. Overwhelmed by the sudden warmth of Fujigayae's mouth he lets his head recline on the back of his neck and he closes his eyes whispering Fujigaya's name.
“Will you look at me?” Fujigaya says suddenly raising his face and voluntarily neglecting what he was busy with.
“I'm watching, how can I miss this?” Yokoo answers pushing himself up a bit and clutching Fujigaya’s hair to pull him gently back where he was before.
“I bet you won't take your eyes off me anymore.” Taisuke grins, as he makes Yokoo's cock disappear in in his mouth again as soon as he finishes the sentence.
This time Yokoo doesn't look anywhere else. He must admit he would have wished to continue watching him for quite a while. He was a pretty nice thing to stare at. Shivers go down Yokoo's spine when Fujigaya looks up to meet his gaze. He twines his fingers in Fujigaya's hair moving the arm he's not leaning on to maintain the balance. He gently strokes Fujigaya on the back of his ear.
“Taisuke, wait!” he says pulling out suddenly as he moves to bite Fujigaya's earlobe while whispering. “Not like that.” Then he shoves Fujigaya down on the futon and start touching him wherever he can reach. He grabs Fujigaya’s cock and starts moving his hand up and down, slowly but firmly. Fujigaya moans but tries to regain control of the situation by grabbing Yokoo's cock with his hand.
After Yokoo moves closer and kisses him in a possessive way, he decides that this is not quite yet what he wanted.
He has waited too long to be contented just with them playing around like that. He feels like he wouldn't feel happy until Yokoo has had him. All of him. Everything. That is Fujigaya's way to proclaim possession: willingly giving away anything he has to offer and to take all the other has to give. He suddenly lifts his body, puts his hands on Yokoo's shoulders shoving him down and sits himself on top of him.
“I want you. Inside me. Now.” he orders with a cool but mellow tone.
“Like this?” Yokoo asks, wondering why he's the one being attacked and pushed on his back.
“I want to have this my way.”
“But we didn't prepare for...” protests Yokoo. Fujigaya stretches out to reach for his bag and when he finally does, he drags it closer and opens it, then it takes lube and a long strip of condoms out of it.
“What on earth were you supposed to do with all those condoms?” Yokoo asks, impressed.
“You never know.” Fujigaya answers, dropping some lube on Yokoo's fingers, who, not at all put off, offers his hand readily.
“Well, I guess with your job, one should always be well equipped.” says Yokoo helping Fujigaya to lift up with his clean hand. As if he needed any help.
“It's not like this Wataru. I want to use all of those with you.” Fujigaya whispers, a cheeky smile curving the line of his lips. Then he pushes against Yokoo's hand under him.
“All of them in one night?” Yokoo laughes, pushing his fingers inside him.
“Let's see what we can manage...” Fujigaya moans when Yokoo starts moving his fingers.
“Are you ok?” asks Yokoo since he can still feel resistance inside Fujigaya.
“Stop asking stupid questions and go on!” Fujigaya answers, pushing down even harder. Yokoo answers to Fujigaya's confidence squeezing in another finger and making Fujigaya groan.
Fujigaya keeps on moving while Yokoo works him open. He throws his head back and his body pleads for more. His hand reaches for Yokoo's cock and strokes him firmly.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks with a meaningful look. Yokoo's kind side would like to ask if it's okay to move on, he doesn't really want to hurt Fujigaya, but instead he takes out his fingers, grabs a condom from the floor and placing the corner of the square paper between his teeth, he rips the wrapping then he unrolls the condom on his cock He places his hands on Fujigaya's hips helping him finding his way down, and gently pushes inside him. He doesn't pull him all the way down though and Fujigaya doesn't complain, taking his time to push down slowly.
It feels damn good inside him.Fujigaya closes his eyes the moment he slides onto Yokoo's cock. Yokoo stares for a second at his satisfied expression. When Fujigaya opens his eyes and the look he gives Yokoo with his dark eyes makes him shiver in pleasure. Just his look.
At that point Fujigaya decides to start moving up and down, thrusting with his own rhythm, sinking his knees on the squishy futon. He's so fucking good looking, thinks Yokoo, and then he actually says that. Fujigaya gives him a smile.
“You're not that bad either.” he mocks him, panting.
Fujigaya puts his arms up and arches back slightly, adding some choreographic element to the movement of his hips. Yokoo pushes up as far as he can, not because he doesn't like to be lazy, but he actually wants to feel more of Fujigaya, his desire of melting their bodies together becoming more intense.
Suddenly he moves one hand from Fujigaya's hips to grab his cock. He certainly does like to surprise him, thinks Fujigaya after he had almost lost the balance for he sudden felt electricity running throughout his body. But he doesn't want to give in, and continues his job, trying to make Yokoo going crazy.
Wataru is certainly losing it a bit, Fujigaya's skilled moves and his look, beaming down on him are definitely too hot for him to handle. He keeps on moving his hand on Fujigaya's cock. It is hard and the tip is wet. The skin feels hot under his touch. Yokoo smiles at the thought it must be as good for Fujigaya as it is for him. It will definitely be better if he can release his tension.
“Taisuke, come!”
“N-not there yet...” Fujigaya argues, his shaking voice a clear sign he's lying.
Yokoo gives a few energetic strokes and Fujigaya arches back, coming with a moan on Yokoo's hand and stomach. He bends forward a little, shaking and catching his breath.
Yokoo carelessly wipes his hand on the fabric at his side and puts it back on Fujigaya's hips thrusting up with all his might. It doesn't take more than a few thrusts and Yokoo comes too, his mind going blank for seconds.
Fujigaya sprawls on Yokoo and presses their lips together, softly. Then he curls on his side keeping an arm on the other's chest. Yokoo shifts his own arm under Fujigaya's neck and bends his head to look in his eyes. He starts moving his thumb on Fujigaya's cheek and then on his forehead, moving the fringe from his eyes.
“Taisuke I...” Yokoo stops suddenly, leaving Fujigaya bitter after his prolonged silence.
“What?” he asks patiently.
“Not telling. You'd get angry if I say that.” Yokoo's smile is wry. Fujigaya sulks shifting his head to look at the ceiling in a clear disapproving gesture.
“Ok, I'll tell you.”
Fujigaya rolls his eyes to look at him and eventually turns his head in the direction he was facing before. Yokoo's deep look is so meaningful it's almost painful to bear.
“You know Wataru? There's no need to say it. I know already.” Taisuke smiles.
“I know you know. I wasn't going to say that I love you though...”
“You said it! What was it then?” Fujigaya smiled, pleased to hear that.
“Why did I wait so long to hold you in my arms like this?”
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