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I could have lost you.

[ one wrong move, or if he turns up just a hair too late, if he'd miscalculated the vagaries of human nature. seeing him right here underneath him, safe and sound, brings relief to him that he's constantly surprised by.

thumb gently lingering in the upward curve of that smile, kogami only leans down to kiss him, tasting his gratitude on his tongue and returning it with his own affection and relief. he's here, and that's all that matters. ]

[gunshow]

[ lost him. for a moment, that reality makes him still, makes his expression freeze. ryuu has had to look mortality in the eye so few times that the shock of the experience hasn't quite fully settled in him yet. he's a man who cherishes the everyday, and so being here, just like this, is what he's chosen to cling to to fend off the chill of it. his view might be rosy, clouds all lined in silver - but it's what he knows how to do.

it's only the relief he finds in the kiss that captures his mouth that seems to break him down just a little. expression knitting, he leans into it with flutter of lashes, a slow blink. like he wants to close his eyes and fall under, but also keep looking at him while they kiss, close as he is.

there's a lick of desperation to him when he reaches up to stroke his fingers over kogami's cheek, the sudden surge of chroma over his lack of it making him shiver. ]

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[ there it is.

it's impossible for ryuu to stay strong forever, not even for someone as resilient and as optimistic as he is. he can taste it in the way he reaches for him, the knit of his brows. kogami deepens the kiss as he presses him deeper into the pillows, a hand cupping his face and the other reaching down to his hand to intertwine their fingers.

he leans into his touch, feeling that shiver, and how desperately they need to restore their chroma, too. ]

Ryuu -- [ he murmurs softly, because he wants to leave this up to him. whatever ryuu wants, kogami will provide. ] Do you want to go further, or --

[gunshow]

[ it's something he's come to learn about kogami, no matter how honest of a man ryuu is. there's almost nothing that can be hidden from him, nothing that can go undetected. even his intimacy bares that facet of him to ryuu, the way his body molds to his and holds him down to the bed. ryuu stretches into him, a drag of solid bodies that upends the order of clothes in one long motion. his answer is there in his skin before it's in his voice. just for a moment longer, he wants to hold onto the depth of that kiss. his fingers squeeze, palm to palm.

breathing him in, his lungs shudder as ryuu releases his lips only to answer against them, voice fever warm: ] Yes...

Kogami. I'm - [ weak ] I've asked a lot of you.

[ he's trying to breath slow, but it's difficult. more than wanting strength, or comfort, or any other one-sided thing he could draw from this, he wants - the humanity. the connection. quietly, he swallows, brushing his nose sweetly against his cheek. ]

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[ his gaze is steady in the dark, gunmetal gray and unwavering. it's right there before him, the man behind the magnetic stage persona, the human underneath the veneer, no matter how closely aligned both sides of ryuu are. this is a moment of open vulnerability, a trauma he has to process, and kogami is here to help him through it. ]

You haven't asked for what I wasn't already willing to give.

[ he tells him, reaching down to ease ryuu's briefs off his lean hips, guiding ryuu's hand to rest on his shoulder. ] Tell me what you want.