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Heizou watched Kazuha stare longingly into the horizon but he couldn’t help it. The words that pulled at his heart had been tugging the same strings every crimson evening he found himself under the same sunset with the same man, pondering the same thing.
“How care you bear it?” he found himself asking. “How can you bear the partings? Surely yours must be worse than mine. I only have to say goodbye to you and I know it’s temporary.”
Kazuha smiled, the sun bleaching his skin and hair a matching sunflower yellow before it faded into gray, as all colors were destined to do. “It’s not a goodbye. We will find each other again on a different day that fate determines for us.”
But fate wasn’t determining anything. Heizou knew that, and it left him bitter. Kazuha was the one who decided that - decided to leave on voyages he may never return from, decided to separate their lives.
And who was to say that he’d return? Even if he did, how many more of these false goodbyes could Heizou take?
Were the other people in his life so important to him? It was more than understandable that there were others, everyone had friends… most everyone had friends.
But being excluded was like tasting a fruit gone foul and having to bite into it again and again every time he was reminded that he was not to be part of his happiness. This small, personal relationship with Kazuha, was all that he was allowed.
What jester had made up these divisions in life? Why was he, too, not allowed to see the same sky, touch the same sands, speak similar words?
It wasn’t fair!
A tight hand gripped his shoulder, drawing Heizou out of his thoughts.
“I’m sorry.”
The apology only fueled the painful emotions in him. Kazuha had no reason to be sorry for excluding him. What was his didn’t have to be shared.
“I’m the one who’s sorry.” Gaze downcast a moment, he turned his eyes to what was left of the fading light. “You’re right. I’ll see you when you return. I hope you have a safe journey.”
The way Kazuha didn’t respond, only leaving a kiss on his cheek as he stood and left him for the night and his mind to toy with with what regret he was forced to live with, left a deeper hole in his chest. One day, he knew it would swallow him. Until then all he could do was smile and pretend that being alone didn’t hurt so much.
The night shift at work was a long one and he returned to his how to find Kazuha had prepared a simple meal for him, stored away in the fridge. The man himself was not resting in the bedroom like he had expected but sat himself in the living room, a loose kimono he didn't normally wear draped over his body.
Kazuha had a tendency to wear less, not more. The bandages on his hands were often all that covered his arm and the gloves on his hand were often all that covered that part of his body if he could help it. It was something to do with touch that Heizou understood.
It also meant it was easier for Kazuha to undress right now and that he had likely prepared for a night together.
Heizou was hungry for that. If he had limited time with the man he cared so deeply for, he would savory every drop of that drink handed to him.
Slipping off his own clothing was a hassle and he only took a bite of his food before he, too, found himself on the sofa. The only cloth that remained on his skin as he sank into the cushion was that of his shorts.
"Long evening."
"I can tell by the hour." Kazuha gazed towards the window. "The sun will be up soon. We have until the then if I'm to leave on time."
"Already?!" Kazuha had said nothing about Beidou planning to ship out.
Fine then.
No more time to waste. Heizou quickly embraced Kazuha, deepening a kiss where both their lips were left wet and messy. His tongue greedily licked at the other, needy for contact as his body grinded against Kazuha. It wasn't just the sex. No. That wasn't why he loved him. But that was something he loved and needed when they were together. Like air.
Kazuha felt the same.
One leg wrapped around his back, pulling him in closer, forcing his growing erection against the thin layers of cloth that separated it from Kazuha's.
They kissed for a while, going at it like animals. There was no taste. Kazuha almost never had a taste. The feel and the smell and the everything that was Kazuha though took over all this thoughts and scenes.
Then hands were at his shorts, pulling them down as Heizou wove his hands into the pale hair before him, pulling at it and freeing it from the tie. It was so much longer than it appeared when it was held back and he loved Kazuha's hair down, in his fingers, being pulled as Kazuha made little mews against his lips.
Dick slipping out of his his underwear as that too was lowered, it became slick quickly with how excited he was, pressing against both the new feel of skin and the hard lump he could feel in his lap.
"mmmmpffmm…. Heizou…"
Heizou couldn't speak. He was too hot, too determined. He would let Kazuha do the talking. He was better at it. This wasn't detective work, not a case to be solved. He already had a key to this locked chest and he would use it.
Doing all he could to pull himself away, lude-ly watching as Kazuha's dull eyes focused on nothing, a blush covering his face and the tips of his ears, Heizou saw the drool slide down the sides of his lips.
Then he moved into the man's neck, suckling it at first before biting into it. Making his marks. No one would confuse who Kazuha's lover was. They would not dare touch him, even if they were separated. They would know the both of them were together. He would make sure. These marks would be there.
Kazuha's agile, callous fingers wrapped around around his erection as he sucked harder, each sound of enjoyment drawing a tighter squeeze from his un-bandaged hand that left it hard not to cum all over the man too soon.
Archons would be amazing to make him smell and feel like the sex they were having for the rest of the voyage he was about to have. There would be no place to shower on the ship.
Heizou undid the robe, freeing Kazuha of the only thing that was protecting his own dick from his hands.
And was shocked. When had he come?
Kazuha was already wet, his clothing sticking to him and the musky smell now entering Heizou's noise as his hands wandered to the flaccid organ, making his partner kick out at the new touch and the overstimulation starting up.
Heizou couldn't help it. He was still so hard in his hands.
Gently removing himself from Kazuha and getting Kazuha to let him go in return, gave one last kiss to the over wet and lovely collarbones he had just been giving homage to.
Kazuha was panting on the sofa, blushing at the embarrassment of being watched but used to it by now. Heizou was one who liked to examine his work, much to Kazuha's… not dislike but he would rather be pampered and touched than looked upon with whatever eyes it was Heizou gave him.
Then Heizou was sliding in two fingers, Kazuha unready and wincing as he made a noise of pain and pleasure, grabbing onto his shoulders and inadvertently pressing himself further into his digits.
"Ah…. ahhhh…. ahhh Heizz…"
"You've got this," Heizou spoke softly, moving his fingers slowly and opening up the tight asshole. Kazuha hadn't had sex with him in a while but he must have touched himself. It wasn't difficult to get both fingers in and his ass was already leaking from the attention he was giving him.
It wasn't enough.
Placing a hand on his chest, Heizou slowly encouraged Kazuha to lean back. It took a while before he was forced over the arm of the sofa, back arched lovingly has Heizou shifted his fingers, pinching at one of the protruding nipples as he held him in place there.
Kazuha could move if he wanted to. It didn't look like he did.
Then Heizou picked up the pace, shoving both fingers in to the puckered pink hole and hearing Kazuha's breath catch each time, going deeper and deeper as he allowed him in.
Kazuha was lovely.
Watching his chest move like a rabbit, breath catch, was making Heizou dick bob in time with his fingers as well, wanting him. Needing him. But not yet. He wanted to see Kazuha, ingrain him in his memory.
Whatever time he'd be gone, there were things he wanted to remember. And this is what he wanted to remember. This was all of Kazuha. This was his sight, his smell, his body. This was Kazuha unfiltered by the world and it's rules and it's customs. This was Kazuha who wanted him to be by his side forever.
Sex was a pleasure, yes. But it was also an acceptance. A way of letting go of everything that worried him and embracing the here and now for what it was.
No other got to see him like this. No other got to see Kazuha like this. They were each other's.
Heizou extended a third finger, Kazuha pressing his legs together for a moment before spreading them again, accepting the pain for what it was. Letting himself get used to it. Welcoming Heizou in.
That was all he could take.
Leaving him where his was, head thrown back and blood rushing to it so Heizou wasn't able to see his expression, Heizou got on the sofa as well and lined himself up.
Kazuha was wet enough there was little resistance as he slide himself in. Then, grabbing those muscular thighs, he set himself at the same pace he had for his fingers, still feeling the slick on them as he held himself in place.
It was bliss. Kazuha felt tight still, holding him, pushing him, but also welcoming him.
It was light every part of his muscles wanted to make Heizou feel like he was blissed out of his mind.
And Kazuha's head was swaying back and forth, his hair a waving ocean of white.
Looking down, Kazuha had gotten hard again.
After thrusting himself in for a minute or two to satisfy the worst of his needs, Heizou let his hands wander and treat Kazuha to his own as well, tightening his hands around the shaft below him, hearing his lover moan as he rubbed the tip, feeling the precum leaking as the organ wanted so desperately to release.
"Going a… second time? Are you sure… you'll be awake… for this trip?" Archons, how long would Heizou have to go without this pleasure again?
"Dunno…"
It was the most ineloquent sentence Kazuha had ever spoken and it made Heizou smile as he continued to plow into him, picking up speed again as he gave attention to the dick below him this time, moaning in tune with Kazuha below.
It was Kazuha who gave in first once more and came, strings of it coating Heizou's hand before they fell on both their chests.
The tightening of his ass and the insides was amazing. Heizou only needed a few more thrusts before he too came, letting all of it fill Kazuha up. A reminder of today.
They both stayed as they were for a while, breathing heavily, before Kazuha held up a hand.
"Help me up?"
Heizou smiled, pulling out and watching some of his cum drip out in a pretty manner from the now abused hole. He reached over, helping Kazuha sit up and and knowing he'd have to clean the sofa later.
Kazuha's face was red, far more so from the angle he had been at than from any blush this time.
"You could have gone… a little easy. I'm going to be sore for days. Or you could have let me go this time."
"You're the one leaving soon. It's my turn." Heizou shrugged. "If you weren't about to take off on me I'd say sure otherwise."
"Fair point." Kazuha let out a heavy breath and draped his arms across the back of the sofa. "I'm sorry if I have upset you with my journeying. You do know you are the only one I care about. When I am ready to rest, I will return. We can be together then. The same is true for you, I hope. When you are ready to give up your career, if it happens to be before my feet grow tired, I hope you will join me."
Heizou wished they weren't having this conversation naked, but he did feel better, and his thoughts were less heavy. He joined Kazuha against the couch, resting in his arms as he let out a breath of his own.
Give up his career… it would be a while. He wasn't sure which of them would grow tired of their lives first.
It was nice they had a place to rest when they were finished though.
"Of course."
Kazuha smiled. "Get some sleep. I'll see you when my journey brings me back home."