there's one kiss, and another, the confession between them picked up and repeated over and over in his mind, responded to in turn (i like you, i love you, and i love you—) as he swears he's got a hummingbird in his chest and he swears he can feel that tsukasa has the same. when the second kiss finishes, leo doesn't pull further away, and he doesn't initiate another—instead he leans his own forehead lightly against tsukasa's, squeezing their intertwined hands lightly as he hums a nameless tune under his breath, another to add to his small, private collection of "for his ears and no one else".
( "that whooosh of butterflies in the stomach" is probably not a name he'll agree with— )
honestly, leo isn't too sure how he deserves this either. from running away to this, to thinking that the very concept of looking back is ridiculous. and he doesn't question it too much, because he wants tsukasa to follow what he wants and live, be inspired, so it would've been hypocritical to deny that, to not do the same.
and, of course, he's pulled here too. he's grateful for that.
leo moves again, leaning back to fully get the picture of tsukasa's face in the morning after a couple of kisses, just as he'd committed tsukasa's sleeping face to memory. his eyes shine with something obvious (adoration), and his expression is soft as he asks: ]
How'd you sleep?
[ jUST CASUALLY, through the soft heat on his cheeks that he's gotten used to, since beginning this. ]
[of course Leo has a song for this moment. of course he does.
yet even as he looks up at the other, unable to keep a small smile from settling on his expression - even though Tsukasa wants to be gallant and cool and unfazed, it's always hard to keep the warmth and joy and affection from overtaking his expression when he's actually fond of Leo. his heartbeat continues to flutter, but he thinks that Leo's feeling the same thing, if he's looking at him like that and
Tsukasa listens to the tune, he memorizes it, he tucks it away to cherish for as long as he can. if Leo is going to compose the score to their time together, can anyone really blame Tsukasa for wanting to let it keep playing forever?
(Let Leo keep being the piece of music that he'll never stop learning.)]
It was fine - [well, better than fine, honestly? it's odd to adjust to another body being in his bed but given the lavishness of his home, it's not like it was cramped. rather, he's already wondering if he'll be able to adjust to being alone again?] - I had a good lullaby.
[and then a little laugh, amused as he tilts his head - mussing up his sleep hair worse on the pillow, inevitably]
[ leo loves it most when tsukasa doesn't hold back; when the emotions he feels are mirrored, transparent, on the face he's always looking at. the confident, arrogant expressions he wears sometimes are nice—but leo is finding that the happy and affectionate expression he's getting is good too. especially with tsukasa's messed up hair? yeah, that's a rare and privileged sight, a sight that makes leo's heart jump a bit.
( not that leo's hair isn't messed up itself, and the ponytail is slightly loose and coming undone as he hadn't untied it before he went to "bed"—but given how he usually is, being unkempt isn't really new. )
it's tsukasa's words that gets him brightening, however, and it certainly fits what he's thinking right now. he beams. ]
Right, right? It's like I tell Rittsu—dreams are dreams, but reality is... Unpredictable... More than just yourself! Infinite! [ he pauses, looking upwards towards the ceiling and making a low sound in the back of his throat, as if considering something. then, his attention trails back to tsukasa, smile slightly more careful but still radiant. ] I see you sometimes, when I'm asleep or when my eyes are closed, but it's still not as good as the real thing. Not that it doesn't help me appreciate the reality a little more, ahahaha!
[ mm yes that sure is shameless.
but it's true. even in a grander scheme of things, he's gotten a good dose of reality, a dose that's helped him appreciate and be more attentive with what he has, even as he struggles towards ideals. maybe that sounds sad, and sometimes it is, but he can't find it sad when he's been given a second chance, and when he also has more than what he had in the past.
so. ]
With this... I can definitely make you a nicer song next time.
[Leo is just always So Much - so much that Tsukasa's not sure how to deal with that at first, blinking all owl-eyed and confused up at him. In the early morning light, hair mussed and movements still syrupy slow, now that he's temporarily put away the urge to be a little shit (it will certainly resurface in due time) he looks every bit the small, eager heir.
and then quickly becoming the embarrassed, flustered, incredibly pleased heir - the color working its way onto his cheeks as he isn't sure how to accept Leo's words at first.
because Tsukasa lives in a separate world from even idols sometimes - he is used to words of praise, gifts, putting on the airs of faux kindness for the sake of connections and politeness. but none of it, none of the diamond-encrusted gifts or smiles coming from perfectly made up faces, will manage to compare to this.
nothing manages to compare to his rumpled mess of a leader first thing in the morning, every bit as painfully genuine and shameless as Tsukasa knows him to be... even if he can hardly believe it]
Isn't the point that all of your songs are nice, Leader... [just - quietly, almost disbelieving. he might be a little too distracted by his new task: curious fingers reaching up to pull out Leo's hair tie the rest of the way, fingers already gently working out any tangles that might've appeared overnight]
And aren't you being a little too cliche?
[not that tsukasa's entirely against it - he's all for picturesque moments and a love worthy of fairy tales, after all
for a moment, leo's surprised by the statement, eyes widening and lips pressing into something like a pout (of thought, of disappointment, who knows). cliche? nono, it was definitely cliche, wasn't it? that was definitely the enemy of creativity, and that's concerning, he was just stating whatever came to mind, but maybe a little bit of cliche isn't too bad in that case and hmm, that feels soothing, what's—
—oh, that's tsukasa's fingers through his hair, and his derailing train of thought derails some more until it just grinds to a stop. or maybe it's just exploding in the background, that seems to be more fitting with how leo operates.
either way he leans closer, closer, making more strands accessible for tsukasa's fingers as his eyes slide shut. he's not going to purr or anything, but he's not too sure what he was thinking about. words and things? songs and nice and this is nice and... ah, right. ]
Nicer, [ he mumbles, sinking, moving to the crook of tsukasa's neck and kissing there, but he also just lingers. ] It's going to be... There's genius and geniuser, you know? [ wow that sure is a word ] Ahh, that's not it—?! If I'm really getting cliche, I need to—
[ now he'll go ahead and be unintelligible, murmuring fragments of phrases. ]
It's a little embarrassing (read: a lot embarrassing) at how Leo's lips at his neck manage to make his fingers still instead, making Tsukasa shudder and almost squeak a little bit in surprise - whICH HE IS NOW GOING TO COVER UP BY GENTLY CLEARING HIS THROAT.... even though his face is already heating up, can someone please save him from this hell
Not that he's making it that much easier on himself.... instead working to get his fingers back to what they were doing, running gently through Leo's hair to work out any tangles that might've come up in his sleep.... It's not that he's a glutton for punishment or anything but - it was really endearing how his leader seemed to be enjoying the treatment so much?
and as a gentleman, it only makes sense for Tsukasa to deliver what his beloved wants? right? yes. yes!! that's definitely all that this is. and it has nothing to do with the fact that more and more, Leo is reminding Tsukasa of a cat....
which also has nothing to do with how Tsukasa turns his head just enough to press his lips to Leo's forehead in turn, as if that'll be enough to calm the nonsensical murmuring. then with a sigh that is both fond and exasperated in a way that only Leo can make him feel:]
You don't need to do anything, Leader... It's perfect as it is?
[ . . . what is? The hypothetical song? This moment? Them?
Well, Tsukasa apparently doesn't linger on that thought too longer, instead blinking as he amends his statement:]
Mm, well maybe we need to get up soon... I think I'm hungry?
[ there sure is mutual spoiling here, huh. so much that there's something like a chuckle that cuts through the now stopped muttering, and tsukasa'll definitely be able to feel the curl of leo's lips at the reassurance, the kiss on his forehead, the way tsukasa shudders, squeaks, tries to play it off. he doesn't even flinch when fingers hit a tangle—they're undone gently, and the rest of it feels nice enough that he wouldn't make a big stink about it otherwise.
"i'm hungry," tsukasa says, and leo still doesn't move right away. he's still kind of on "it's perfect", which is true, but also a little limiting... perfect implies that it just won't grow to be something more than it already is, and already leo thinks that things will increase, increase, increase... rather, wouldn't it be nicer to say that it'd never be perfect?
oh, wait, right. tsukasa's hungry. he pushes himself up again, this time completely off of his boyfriend; now his place is sitting right beside him, still holding onto one hand. ]
Sure! [ hair still down, he tilts his head a bit, amused. ] I almost forgot there's a world outside of here, hahaha! Getting kidnapped by your bed's definitely more alarming than getting kidnapped by aliens... that's a trip I might not come back from!
[ hahahaha! he leans forward again, in an action that seems completely opposite to what he's just said—but he's really just reaching with his free hand to brush at the strands of tsukasa's hair he can reach comfortably, returning the favor that's been given to him, before he leans back and waits for whenever he's going to get up.
[leo confirmed for worst boyfriend he doesn't even move when tsukasa says that he's hungry wtf
still though, Tsukasa's a bit slow to get up as well, blinking up at Leo in curious wonder as the other moves to brush his own hair out of the way. in a cliched thought of his own, Tsukasa can't help but think that it wouldn't be bad to stay here just as Leo said. to not leave, to be able to spend a lazy day in bed together, to indulge in this sort of warm affection.
the thought inspires butterflies in his stomach and he thinks that's rather silly - how long has he known his Leader now? how long have they been together like this? certainly long enough for those butterflies to have left him and yet... here he is, just as terribly endeared and fond as ever.
Leo drives him absolutely crazy - but in this moment, crazy has never really managed to sound so good.
as soon as they step out of bed, Tsukasa knows that he'll have to prepare. fix his hair, change out of his pajamas, hold himself with the grace and decorum worthy of a young heir, even if the only other people in the manor are servants who have known him all his life - he will have to be a Suou. but for right now, he can be Tsukasa, one of the Knights who happens to be so horribly, unbearably gone for his King
so he laughs faintly even as he sits up, though not without first catching onto Leo's hand, holding onto both of them now as their positions shift, both of them sitting on the bed. it's one step forward, good job - ]
[ ohhh, there goes his other hand. and there goes any semblance of leo thinking tsukasa isn't full of buLLSHIT, because "may I kiss you on the bed" sure does align beautifully with "we should get up and eat", doesn't it? he's actually completely unsurprised that the request is voiced, a grin tugging at his lips.
it's actually cute he even asked, like leo would ever say no, like this king isn't equally as gone for this handful of a knight of his.
for a moment maybe it sounds like he is going to deny that, like he's going to be the responsible one (hah) when he says: ]
It's too early to act this spoiled, you know?
[ but he's not pulling away, he's not dropping their hands, he's not doing anything except smiling and looking at tsukasa with eyes that say yes until his eyes shut and he waits, his go ahead hanging in the air unsaid.
save for the small, impatient and playful hum he lets out.
[tsukasa asked because he's a gentleman??? please stop being so awful, Leo. some people don't just claim kisses whenever they feel like it (even though tsukasa sometimes does that too buT LISTEN)
still though Tsukasa can't quite help it. he laughs first before he actually gives the kiss because the little, playful hum is awful. it's just awful. It's awful in the way that only Leo can be - and it still manages to give Tsukasa a bad case of the Fond which iS ALSO AWFUL.
amazing.
yet he'll take that as an acceptance if there's ever been one, holding Leo's hands in his own and tilting his head as he leans forward to press their lips together and claim the kiss that's being so kindly offered to him.
perhaps it's because he's an idol, but that alone manages to make him feel like singing?
he refrains though - for the most part, he might be echoing the same playful hum that Leo gave off earlier - and instead just lifts one of Leo's hands up to his lips even after he's pulled back, leaving a kiss on the back of his hand too. then, like the cheeky brat he is:]
[ wow. speaking of awful, this brat is definitely awful, look at the little shit tendencies popping up again and agajn and again. and instead leo can only be amused, finding it all interesting -- a smile into the kiss, a pleased sound at the back of his throat, and then an amused chuckle. spoil me more anyways, he says; why was this one always making demands, always shoving him in a certain direction both consciously and unconsciously.
and then he's kissing his hand like that, and leo just...
handful. ]
A request like that from a Knight to his King, huh...? That's totally backwards! Even a kiss on the hand doesn't fix that.
[ teasing, teasing, teasing.
because there's a spark of something in his eyes, and his next words are light. ]
So... does that mean the young master wants a piggyback ride to breakfast? Just don't be shocked if I drop you by accident, wahahaha!
Well, it was enjoyable while it lasted. Tsukasa listens to Leo pick up the pace again, returns them to their normal pace after a slow and content morning, and then he shakes his head. Retracts his hands and then sets about fixing his hair into something vaguely more presentable even as he shifts to get out of the bed.]
Please remember where we are and don't make too much of a racket. It would be bad to have to make excuses to the servants?
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there's one kiss, and another, the confession between them picked up and repeated over and over in his mind, responded to in turn (i like you, i love you, and i love you—) as he swears he's got a hummingbird in his chest and he swears he can feel that tsukasa has the same. when the second kiss finishes, leo doesn't pull further away, and he doesn't initiate another—instead he leans his own forehead lightly against tsukasa's, squeezing their intertwined hands lightly as he hums a nameless tune under his breath, another to add to his small, private collection of "for his ears and no one else".
( "that whooosh of butterflies in the stomach" is probably not a name he'll agree with— )
honestly, leo isn't too sure how he deserves this either. from running away to this, to thinking that the very concept of looking back is ridiculous. and he doesn't question it too much, because he wants tsukasa to follow what he wants and live, be inspired, so it would've been hypocritical to deny that, to not do the same.
and, of course, he's pulled here too. he's grateful for that.
leo moves again, leaning back to fully get the picture of tsukasa's face in the morning after a couple of kisses, just as he'd committed tsukasa's sleeping face to memory. his eyes shine with something obvious (adoration), and his expression is soft as he asks: ]
How'd you sleep?
[ jUST CASUALLY, through the soft heat on his cheeks that he's gotten used to, since beginning this. ]
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yet even as he looks up at the other, unable to keep a small smile from settling on his expression - even though Tsukasa wants to be gallant and cool and unfazed, it's always hard to keep the warmth and joy and affection from overtaking his expression when he's actually fond of Leo. his heartbeat continues to flutter, but he thinks that Leo's feeling the same thing, if he's looking at him like that and
Tsukasa listens to the tune, he memorizes it, he tucks it away to cherish for as long as he can. if Leo is going to compose the score to their time together, can anyone really blame Tsukasa for wanting to let it keep playing forever?
(Let Leo keep being the piece of music that he'll never stop learning.)]
It was fine - [well, better than fine, honestly? it's odd to adjust to another body being in his bed but given the lavishness of his home, it's not like it was cramped. rather, he's already wondering if he'll be able to adjust to being alone again?] - I had a good lullaby.
[and then a little laugh, amused as he tilts his head - mussing up his sleep hair worse on the pillow, inevitably]
But I think waking up is better?
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( not that leo's hair isn't messed up itself, and the ponytail is slightly loose and coming undone as he hadn't untied it before he went to "bed"—but given how he usually is, being unkempt isn't really new. )
it's tsukasa's words that gets him brightening, however, and it certainly fits what he's thinking right now. he beams. ]
Right, right? It's like I tell Rittsu—dreams are dreams, but reality is... Unpredictable... More than just yourself! Infinite! [ he pauses, looking upwards towards the ceiling and making a low sound in the back of his throat, as if considering something. then, his attention trails back to tsukasa, smile slightly more careful but still radiant. ] I see you sometimes, when I'm asleep or when my eyes are closed, but it's still not as good as the real thing. Not that it doesn't help me appreciate the reality a little more, ahahaha!
[ mm yes that sure is shameless.
but it's true. even in a grander scheme of things, he's gotten a good dose of reality, a dose that's helped him appreciate and be more attentive with what he has, even as he struggles towards ideals. maybe that sounds sad, and sometimes it is, but he can't find it sad when he's been given a second chance, and when he also has more than what he had in the past.
so. ]
With this... I can definitely make you a nicer song next time.
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and then quickly becoming the embarrassed, flustered, incredibly pleased heir - the color working its way onto his cheeks as he isn't sure how to accept Leo's words at first.
because Tsukasa lives in a separate world from even idols sometimes - he is used to words of praise, gifts, putting on the airs of faux kindness for the sake of connections and politeness. but none of it, none of the diamond-encrusted gifts or smiles coming from perfectly made up faces, will manage to compare to this.
nothing manages to compare to his rumpled mess of a leader first thing in the morning, every bit as painfully genuine and shameless as Tsukasa knows him to be... even if he can hardly believe it]
Isn't the point that all of your songs are nice, Leader... [just - quietly, almost disbelieving. he might be a little too distracted by his new task: curious fingers reaching up to pull out Leo's hair tie the rest of the way, fingers already gently working out any tangles that might've appeared overnight]
And aren't you being a little too cliche?
[not that tsukasa's entirely against it - he's all for picturesque moments and a love worthy of fairy tales, after all
but still.]
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for a moment, leo's surprised by the statement, eyes widening and lips pressing into something like a pout (of thought, of disappointment, who knows). cliche? nono, it was definitely cliche, wasn't it? that was definitely the enemy of creativity, and that's concerning, he was just stating whatever came to mind, but maybe a little bit of cliche isn't too bad in that case and hmm, that feels soothing, what's—
—oh, that's tsukasa's fingers through his hair, and his derailing train of thought derails some more until it just grinds to a stop. or maybe it's just exploding in the background, that seems to be more fitting with how leo operates.
either way he leans closer, closer, making more strands accessible for tsukasa's fingers as his eyes slide shut. he's not going to purr or anything, but he's not too sure what he was thinking about. words and things? songs and nice and this is nice and... ah, right. ]
Nicer, [ he mumbles, sinking, moving to the crook of tsukasa's neck and kissing there, but he also just lingers. ] It's going to be... There's genius and geniuser, you know? [ wow that sure is a word ] Ahh, that's not it—?! If I'm really getting cliche, I need to—
[ now he'll go ahead and be unintelligible, murmuring fragments of phrases. ]
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It's a little embarrassing (read: a lot embarrassing) at how Leo's lips at his neck manage to make his fingers still instead, making Tsukasa shudder and almost squeak a little bit in surprise - whICH HE IS NOW GOING TO COVER UP BY GENTLY CLEARING HIS THROAT.... even though his face is already heating up, can someone please save him from this hell
Not that he's making it that much easier on himself.... instead working to get his fingers back to what they were doing, running gently through Leo's hair to work out any tangles that might've come up in his sleep.... It's not that he's a glutton for punishment or anything but - it was really endearing how his leader seemed to be enjoying the treatment so much?
and as a gentleman, it only makes sense for Tsukasa to deliver what his beloved wants? right? yes. yes!! that's definitely all that this is. and it has nothing to do with the fact that more and more, Leo is reminding Tsukasa of a cat....
which also has nothing to do with how Tsukasa turns his head just enough to press his lips to Leo's forehead in turn, as if that'll be enough to calm the nonsensical murmuring. then with a sigh that is both fond and exasperated in a way that only Leo can make him feel:]
You don't need to do anything, Leader... It's perfect as it is?
[ . . . what is? The hypothetical song? This moment? Them?
Well, Tsukasa apparently doesn't linger on that thought too longer, instead blinking as he amends his statement:]
Mm, well maybe we need to get up soon... I think I'm hungry?
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"i'm hungry," tsukasa says, and leo still doesn't move right away. he's still kind of on "it's perfect", which is true, but also a little limiting... perfect implies that it just won't grow to be something more than it already is, and already leo thinks that things will increase, increase, increase... rather, wouldn't it be nicer to say that it'd never be perfect?
oh, wait, right. tsukasa's hungry. he pushes himself up again, this time completely off of his boyfriend; now his place is sitting right beside him, still holding onto one hand. ]
Sure! [ hair still down, he tilts his head a bit, amused. ] I almost forgot there's a world outside of here, hahaha! Getting kidnapped by your bed's definitely more alarming than getting kidnapped by aliens... that's a trip I might not come back from!
[ hahahaha! he leans forward again, in an action that seems completely opposite to what he's just said—but he's really just reaching with his free hand to brush at the strands of tsukasa's hair he can reach comfortably, returning the favor that's been given to him, before he leans back and waits for whenever he's going to get up.
he can wait. ]
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still though, Tsukasa's a bit slow to get up as well, blinking up at Leo in curious wonder as the other moves to brush his own hair out of the way. in a cliched thought of his own, Tsukasa can't help but think that it wouldn't be bad to stay here just as Leo said. to not leave, to be able to spend a lazy day in bed together, to indulge in this sort of warm affection.
the thought inspires butterflies in his stomach and he thinks that's rather silly - how long has he known his Leader now? how long have they been together like this? certainly long enough for those butterflies to have left him and yet... here he is, just as terribly endeared and fond as ever.
Leo drives him absolutely crazy - but in this moment, crazy has never really managed to sound so good.
as soon as they step out of bed, Tsukasa knows that he'll have to prepare. fix his hair, change out of his pajamas, hold himself with the grace and decorum worthy of a young heir, even if the only other people in the manor are servants who have known him all his life - he will have to be a Suou. but for right now, he can be Tsukasa, one of the Knights who happens to be so horribly, unbearably gone for his King
so he laughs faintly even as he sits up, though not without first catching onto Leo's hand, holding onto both of them now as their positions shift, both of them sitting on the bed. it's one step forward, good job - ]
Leader, may I kiss you?
[aaand one step back]
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it's actually cute he even asked, like leo would ever say no, like this king isn't equally as gone for this handful of a knight of his.
for a moment maybe it sounds like he is going to deny that, like he's going to be the responsible one (hah) when he says: ]
It's too early to act this spoiled, you know?
[ but he's not pulling away, he's not dropping their hands, he's not doing anything except smiling and looking at tsukasa with eyes that say yes until his eyes shut and he waits, his go ahead hanging in the air unsaid.
save for the small, impatient and playful hum he lets out.
come on what are you WAITING FOR ]
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still though Tsukasa can't quite help it. he laughs first before he actually gives the kiss because the little, playful hum is awful. it's just awful. It's awful in the way that only Leo can be - and it still manages to give Tsukasa a bad case of the Fond which iS ALSO AWFUL.
amazing.
yet he'll take that as an acceptance if there's ever been one, holding Leo's hands in his own and tilting his head as he leans forward to press their lips together and claim the kiss that's being so kindly offered to him.
perhaps it's because he's an idol, but that alone manages to make him feel like singing?
he refrains though - for the most part, he might be echoing the same playful hum that Leo gave off earlier - and instead just lifts one of Leo's hands up to his lips even after he's pulled back, leaving a kiss on the back of his hand too. then, like the cheeky brat he is:]
Please spoil me more anyway, Leader.
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and then he's kissing his hand like that, and leo just...
handful. ]
A request like that from a Knight to his King, huh...? That's totally backwards! Even a kiss on the hand doesn't fix that.
[ teasing, teasing, teasing.
because there's a spark of something in his eyes, and his next words are light. ]
So... does that mean the young master wants a piggyback ride to breakfast? Just don't be shocked if I drop you by accident, wahahaha!
[ jUST KIDDING ]
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Lost to the wind
Goodbye, moment, goodbye
Well, it was enjoyable while it lasted. Tsukasa listens to Leo pick up the pace again, returns them to their normal pace after a slow and content morning, and then he shakes his head. Retracts his hands and then sets about fixing his hair into something vaguely more presentable even as he shifts to get out of the bed.]
Please remember where we are and don't make too much of a racket. It would be bad to have to make excuses to the servants?
[So that's a flat out No.]