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Tsukasa feels someone shaking him by the shoulder with great might. He jumps up, eyes still blurry from sleep. He can’t tell up from down and stumbles on his feet, falling back onto bed.

“What in the-” he starts, but someone covers his mouth with a hand. He blinks up again and sees An in front of him, face stern. 

He is still in Touya’s bedroom. The candles are still lit up, so it couldn't have been more than a couple hours since he fell asleep. 

“Just how did I know to look for you here, huh? Get up, piano man, we want to take you somewhere” An whispers. She releases him, taking away her hand from his mouth.

She’s dressed in her favorite cotton dress shirt and slacks that Touya gave away to her. Hair tied back. She even put some kind of black powder around her eyes. 

“Is that some pirate tradition?” Tsukasa looks up closer to her face.

“Is that pianomen tradition to ask dumb questions? Ever heard of makeup? Stop whispering in the prince’s bed, let’s go!” 

She yanks him by the hand and leads into the corridor. 

“Would you mind expl-”

“Want to go to the Fire Dance with us?” she asks now in her hoarse hushed voice.

“What?” 

“Fire Dance. It’s a tradition in the village, Kohane told me about it. Do you wanna go?”

Tsukasa looks up and down at her.

“Should I dress up for the occasion?”

An breathes out. “I don’t know, but Kohane did. She’s waiting for us at the entrance, so you don’t have time anyway” she pats him hard on his shoulder and moves forward, towards the stairs, “and you look great, by the way”

“Thank you, thank you” he pinches himself lightly on the palm, just to make sure that he doesn’t dream of An taking him on a sudden rendezvous in the middle of the night. He tries to straighten out the wrinkles on his sleeves with his palms, but it’s fruitless. He follows An down the stairs. Was there a choice to say no, he wonders?

True to An’s words, Kohane is standing at the entrance door, waiting for them. She’s in a yellow sundress with a white petticoat and bell sleeves. Tsukasa has never seen her in anything this charming. 

“Good, finally. Please, hurry, my dear, the faster we’ll come the faster we’ll go home!” She rushes them outside, closing the door behind them with a heavy lock. 

“Aren’t you afraid of leaving Touya alone?” Tsukasa asks while they’re pacing down the hill. Kohane sucks up air through her teeth.

“Of course I am, that is why we’re in a hurry! Come on, just two jumps and we’re going straight back!” 

“Now why would you agitate her even more? My angel, he’s fast asleep, this blondie just kissed him goodnight, he will be out like a light until late morning!” An takes long steps next to pacing Kohane.

“Two jumps to where?” Tsukasa asks, “Where are you taking me?” He's trying to keep up with An’s pace, but it’s hard when you woke up two minutes ago.

“You’ll see” is all Kohane says and for a moment they walk in silence. “Did you really kiss him?” She turns her head to Tsukasa.

“Cross my heart, Kohane, I didn’t touch him!” Tsukasa’s voice is loud in the dark of night.

“Yes, except for holding his majesty’s delicate hand, of course” An looks up to the stars, as if she’s talking to herself.

“Do you mind!?” Tsukasa wants to sound annoyed, but Kohane’s laughter softens his heart.

“If that makes him fall asleep faster, by any means, Tsukasa. Give him a hickey for all I care if he’s going to have a full meal after that!”

Tsukasa can’t help but laugh in return. Crisp air makes him giddy, gives a spring to his step. Everything feels so, not real. On the edge of unreality. Like he’s still dreaming and sleepwalking, maybe. Or like they’re doing something forbidden, creating a big shared secret. He takes in air and it sparkles in his lungs.

When they finally reach the outskirts of the village, it doesn’t take long to realise what Fire Dance is. He hears the sounds of drums and guitars humming in the night and finally sees a giant fire in the middle of a large field. People are sitting around it on massive logs, on rocks, some brought their chairs. Girls and boys from the village are dancing around it, some in pairs, some alone. And, from time to time, someone takes up in the air and jumps, right through the flames, on the other side. The girls squeal after jumping, the boys laugh and pat each other on the backs with delighted grunts. Some girls make flower crowns and give them away to anyone they deem worthy. Some boys are cooking up potatoes and fish in the flame, picking at it with sticks.

Tsukasa takes in the air and smiles. It smells like burnt wood and wildflowers.

“Kohane!!” a girl from the crowd jumps up and runs straight to them, “Folks, Kohane is here!”

“And she took An as well!” An laughs as the girl jumps in Kohane’s arms, spinning her round, “It’s been so long, huh, Emu? Forgot all about me?”

“Don’t be silly, An! I love you so-so much!” The girl bear hugs An, swaying her from side to side. An pats her on the back with a grin.

“This is Tsukasa. This is Emu.” Kohane stands between them. Tsukasa gives Emu a big smile and she returns it in spades.

“Are you that guy that plays piano? So cool!” She takes him by the hand and tugs him towards the fire. “As you’re new here, you will jump first!”

“Wait-wait-wait! I need instructions and time to prepare! Don’t throw me into flames!” Tsukasa tries to pry his hand away, but Emu’s grip is unyielding. He takes him to the flame and steps back.

“There is nothing to it! Just take off and jump!” she claps her hands in anticipation.

Tsukasa flails his arms in protest, stepping back. “At least show me how to do it first!”

“Okay!” Emu grins and, as she takes off for a jump, Tsukasa bolts away from her and sits down on a log next to other kids. Emu leaps in the air with a giant smile on her face, the orange glow of the flames dancing in her eyes and on her tanned skin. When it almost looks like she’s going to catch on fire, she’s already on the other side, jumping up and down, Kohane smiling next to her. 

Tsukasa relaxes, now that the attention isn’t on him. He looks up at the sky and the air glows white and yellow and orange, and the stars are shining so bright. He breathes out. The music is so nice to hear as well, he hasn’t heard live music, that wasn’t him playing, for what feels like ages. And the people around are sweet and inviting. A boy looks at him from one of the chairs to his right and smiles. Tsukasa nods and smiles back. He wishes he had something to drink as well — for the nerves, when Emu eventually will make him jump through the fire.

The music turns faster and livelier and many kids jump up from their seats and start dancing around the fire. Some alone, some in couples. Girls sway their skirts back and forth, boys clap their hands and jump around. Tsukasa looks up and sees Kohane hanging on An, arms thrown around her neck, like they’re listening to an entirely different, very slow and sensual song. Will she reach for the kiss, he wonders? Would that scandalise or entice Kohane? That is something he ought to find out today, so he sits back, propped on hands, and watches them sway.

“Is this place taken?”

The guy that has been watching him from afar now stands in front of him. He’s tall, much taller than Tsukasa, girls put a flower crown on his head, his bushy purple hair cut uneven and he smiles like a cat that got away with stealing meat from the butcher’s. His amber eyes seem to glow in the dark, even if it’s just a reflection of a fire. 

“Not at all” Tsukasa smiles and moves a bit to the side to make way for the stranger. He sits down and immediately turns to Tsukasa, effortlessly resting his head on his hand. 

“I’ve seen you coming down with Kohane and An. I miss having them around in the village” he blinks slowly, “Are you good friends with them?”

“Well, yes, we work in the same house” Tsukasa feels the heat rush from his neck up to his head. Those blinks, the way he holds his other hand just an inch away from Tsukasa’s thigh, this deep, sultry tone of voice…

“Oh, really? Is your ghost master treating you well?” the guy’s eyes sparkle and he doesn’t seem malicious at all, or maybe Tsukasa has lost his ability to read people for good. “Does he treat you better than our boy Akito?”

As if Aktio ever got bad treatment, Tsukasa thinks bitterly and gets mad at himself for the dumb invasive thought.

“I am looked after, thank you” he tries his most charming smile and the guy sighs, like he’s content with the answer.

“Is that so? Do you want to see who dances better? Me or him?” he motions to the space next to the fire with just his eyes. Tsukasa blushes in earnest this time. When was the last time he was flirted with so aggressively? Was there ever a last time?

“Oh, I am sorry, I really don’t feel up for it” Tsukasa looks down to his feet and hopes his blush can be mistaken for the fire glow. 

“What is it? Would you rather dance with a girl?” The guy is playing with a button on Tsukasa’s sleeve and stops in anticipation of an answer.

“Oh, no, I would be more than pleased to dance with you” Tsukasa meets the guy’s eyes, “Do not mistake me for… Someone else…” he finishes awkwardly, “I just… It wouldn’t feel right to do so, is all”

“Oh, I see” the guy straightens his back, “is your heart taken already?” 

Tsukasa looks back down and the guy smiles in resignation. “Well, I see. I ought to meet this damned ghost that takes pretty innocent boys and turns them into lovers!” 

“Hey, who said anything about—”

“Or future lovers” he stands up and gives his hand to Tsukasa “Let’s dance anyway. The night is young and I won’t tell anyone. Promise”

Tsukasa couldn’t say no to this wicked smile. He takes the guy’s hand and jumps to his feet.

“If only for this song” he says and they move together, all smiles and soft glances. The guy is a good dancer, although his moves are a bit too relaxed. He holds his own and doesn’t feel awkward in his body at all, despite his height. Tsukasa is no slouch himself, but he doesn’t even want to show off or make a spectacle. If anything, he doesn’t want to invite Emu’s attention again, lest she wants to sacrifice him in the flames again. 

After a while the girls decide that they should join hands and dance around the fire in a circle. Tsukasa takes the guy’s hand and the girl who’s been making flower crowns in the corner. They dance together, slowly walking in a circle at first, but then speeding up, faster and faster, until Tsukasa feels his feet barely touching the ground. He looks in front of him and the girl’s eyes are big and happy, reflecting the glow of the fire. He looks behind and the guy doesn’t have this put upon sly smile, he’s beaming with genuine happiness and glee. Tsukasa tries to look around for An and Kohane and there they are — all smiles and laughter opposite him, holding hands. He hears the guitar go higher and higher, the drums picking up pace and he feels like he’s flying. Like he could take his feet off the ground and the circle will get him up in the air. He starts laughing, despite himself. He laughs and the sound of his laughter is muffled by music and other voices, the wind and the crackling of the fire. He feels the crisp cold night air on his ears and the heat of the fire on his cheeks. He feels like he can do anything. Like all of this is so simple. 

When the dancing stops there is still buzzing and tingling in his head and on his fingertips. Somehow Emu is just right next to him, tugging on his sleeve, inviting him to dance some more.

“I am going to do it, Emu. I’m jumping” he laughs and wipes his forehead, where hair got stuck with his sweat. Emu squeals something delighted and shoos everyone off his way. Tsukasa takes a couple steps back. The fire is as big and unyielding as it was when he saw it for the first time, if not bigger. It crackles and spits sparks in the dark air. It beckons him with immense power. Do it, it says, will you always be this scared, piano boy?

He laughs to himself again, spits on the ground, takes one, two big steps, gains momentum and— 

He’s in the air. The giant fire licks at his feet and his bent knees, threatens to burn hairs on his arms, to swallow him whole. But he doesn’t listen. He looks up ahead and how all the girls and boys look up at him, watching him. How he almost, almost flies. His chest is buzzing with lit oil and fireworks. His head is floating in space. He wants to laugh and his eyes are prickling with tears. This is so, so much.

His landing isn’t perfect, he falls on one knee and gets it dirty with soot. But then he hears the cheers of everyone around him, Emu runs up to hug him, An hoots and hollers from afar, the guy claps and looks at him in approval. The girl whose hand he was holding in the circle shuffles up to him and places a dandelion flower crown on his head, smiling and blushing. Her own crown glowing against her long seafoam hair. Tsukasa beams and hugs her as well.

“Nene deemed you worthy of a crown! You’re one of us!” the guy screams and Tsukasa’s chest is about to burst with a million shooting stars. 

After that the glow of the fire subsided, everyone had a bite of potatoes and fish that were cooking in the pit, and all the drinks were emptied, Tsukasa was lounging on the big log, following the embers with his eyes. His head was pleasantly empty, buzzing with this Something. Like there was an unscratched itch or, maybe he was drunk. Or he really wants to get himself a lover, that can be it too. 

After a while, Kohane sits next to him. At some point Nene gifted her a flower crown of forget-me-nots — beautiful flowers against her light sandy hair.

“Do you feel better?”

“Yes”

“I’m glad”, she splays her legs forward and looks up at the sky. They share a silent moment for a while. Tsukasa looks up as well and tries to remember the constellations his mother taught him.

“Did Touya ask you to sleep with him today?” Kohane jolts him from the calm.

“Yes”, he’s trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. After all, there is nothing to it. He has nothing to hide.

“I’m glad for it too” she says and there is no hidden meaning, no malice or reproach. 

They share the silence again, but Tsukasa can feel Kohane is mulling something over in her head. He stays quiet. 

After a long moment, she speaks up again:

“I think you should go for it" she says, earnestly, "I know An is talking you out of it, but I disagree” She looks at him now, “We can't know how much time he has left, God forgive me. I think it will do good. I can't stand thinking about a young master having this much unfinished deed before passing" she looks away, "to give your soul to God without ever kissing anyone, could you imagine?"

"Sounds like sinful talk" Tsukasa coughs a laugh, trying to ease himself. All reminders about Touya’s mortality ought to quickly bring him back to Earth.

"Well, have you ever been kissed?" She looks at him again. What is it, is she trying to gauge the answer from his expression? Tsukasa sighs in good spirits.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, haven’t you known?” He crosses his arms on his chest and Kohane shakes her head.

“I’ll take it as a no. But, between you and me, piano man” she drops her voice an octave and tries to imitate a vague pirate accent, “It feels real good…”

Tsukasa laughs and can’t even stay mad at the insinuation that he is an unkissed virgin. Well, what if he is? He is not, strictly speaking. He kissed girls, many of them. On a bet, out of friendship, out of perceived love, out of kindness, out of jealousy. Sometimes out of the feeling of his own inadequacy. But did he ever…? No. That is also partially why that guy’s flirtation definitely caught him off guard. The initial worry of What would God think over the time morphed into What would Everyone think and the feeling got kept at the back of his mind, unseen and unspoken, for his own good. 

Until, of course, he stumbled in head first into his young master’s bedroom.

“So, yes. If you want a word of advice from someone who knows our young master closest, I’m giving you it”, she pats Tsukasa on the knee and stands up, “Now, we’ve been here for too long anyway. I’m going to fetch An until she makes a bride out of every girl in the village, please, wait for us up the hill”

Tsukasa smiles, stands up and heads to the direction of their house.

On his way, the guy from before catches him one last time, tells him that his name is Rui and if he needs a steam-powered automaton to play piano in his stead, he can seek him in the village any day. Tsukasa just nods, dumbfounded. Is he in some kind of enchanted land with sleeping beauties, pirates and wizards?!

***

It’s been cloudy outside all day. Tsukasa had been sleepwalking most of the day, but he couldn’t show it, because Touya was in a remarkably good mood. He was whistling something all day, had a full meal and even asked Tsukasa to help him move to the library. There he was, consumed by a book for a good four hours now. Tsukasa was eyeing him from his nook where he was sorting out old handwritings of Master Harumichi. The man turned out to be quite a skilled composer, but he stashed all of his writings in one obscure paper binder in the back of the bookshelf. Tsukasa fished it out by pure chance, looking for something to keep his mind occupied, lest he fall asleep. When he inspected the music sheets more closely, his mood almost changed for the worse. The handwriting was precise and neat, but the pieces themselves made Tsukasa uneasy. It was all chaotic, dark, stormy, exactly like Touya was describing his father’s playing. It truly felt like the man was at war with a piano. His head almost started to hurt when he tried to piece the notes together. But he didn’t want to bother Touya with his findings — he would rather chew his own arm off than put Touya in a bad mood.

But now his mind was awake with other ideas. He suddenly felt very compelled to see Touya play. He knew it would be glorious — young master’s fingers are so delicate and his soul so gentle, there is no way on God’s earth he would torture the instrument the way his father used to. The thought captured him. He was sitting on the floor in front of the bookshelf, putting together the papers he had scattered, but his eyes kept wandering back to Touya. He was pinching the paper with his middle and index fingers, deep in reading. Tsukasa couldn’t take his eyes off those hands. What do they feel like, he wondered? They’re cold, definitely, like Touya always is, and he touched his hands before, of course. But his mind started to wander. Holding hands is one thing, but how would they feel on his wrist? On his neck? How would it feel if Touya spread his fingers on Tsukasa’s chest and gently moved them on his skin, then down on his pectorals, then to stomach, where he’s ticklish, then down, down…

He blinked. Touya flipped the page of his book. Tsukasa felt his mouth go dry. He went back to Master Harumichi’s storms on the page. That was entirely too early in the day for those kinds of thoughts. 

But as the day turned to evening, they were playing cards on the sofa in Touya’s room. The young master was squinting at the cards a bit harder than last time; Tsukasa couldn’t help but notice with a pang in his heart. The dim and the quiet of this house would never let you escape your thoughts, you will always be face to face with them. He wondered if that was just as painful for the young master as the sunlight on his skin. 

“It appears you win again” Touya lowers his head to the cards on the sofa between them and Tsukasa looks in turn. Huh.

“As it would seem, young master” he smiles and shuffles all the cards back together in one pile. Touya crosses his arms in resignation.

“Ah, I’m glad we’re not making any bets. Otherwise, by the end of day you would be the owner of this house” he smiles and Tsukasa immediately looks at him with a devilish smile, “What? I am sorry, did I give you treacherous ideas? Don’t look at me like that!” 

“Oh, it’s nothing…” Tsukasa playfully lowers his eyes, as if to look at the cards he’s shuffling, “but if you want to raise the stakes, I have something or other in mind…”

“What is it?” Touya leans forward, propping himself on his hands.

“Oh, a small indulgence of mine, nothing extraordinary” he put his cards down and looked up at Touya, “I want you to play piano”

The flame of excitement in Touya’s eyes wavered. “Tsukasa, do not be mean to me, I ask you. You know it is not possible” 

“I know It is not possible, young master” Tuskasa was not budging, “But I can work my magic and make it possible” his smile is wide and he hopes it dissuades Touya’s worry. 

And, luckily, the young master is ready to play along.

“Will this magic of yours make me like An’s tuna soup by any chance? I would give many riches for that” he smiles in return and it is not a sure expression. Tsukasa wonders if Touya still expects some kind of foul play from him. 

“I wield magic, but it has its reasonable limits” Tsukasa’s eyes are big and Touya laughs. “Are you ready to play?”

“Alright. And what if I win?”

“What do you want then?” Tsukasa takes the cards back from the sofa. Touya’s eyes are unreadable.

“I’ll tell you when I win” he says then and his voice is quiet, like he’s trying to reserve something. Tsukasa sighs and gives out the cards. 

They play a round of King’s Corner and Tsukasa tries to pay attention for once. It’s easy to see that the young master was socialized to play much more sophisticated games and in bridge or poker he would be ruthless, but in simple games for two his experience is next to none. Perhaps, he’s also indulging Tsukasa, just a little. 

When Tsukasa throws his last card on the sofa between them, Touya sighs in defeat and smiles. 

Tsukasa jumps up and punches his fist through the air. “No one challenges Tsukasa The Pegasus! The greatest of all time!” He triumphantly nods and cracks his fingers, settling down, “Admirable attempt, young master, too bad it was in vain. I am weeping for you” he can’t wipe away a pleased smirk off his face. Touya will play piano for him, and, finally, Tsukasa will see his young master in his full glory. He vibrates in excitement.

“Oh, you look down right distraught because of my loss, indeed” Touya’s eyes are soft, as usual. His pride could never get hurt because of Tsukasa’s flamboyancy, even at its worst and most annoying. 

“I can’t deny, I am quite glad to win” Tsukasa settles down and looks Touya in the eyes. He looks at him back. A beat. 

Touya is waiting for Tsukasa’s magic. Tsukasa is completely paralyzed by his soft gaze.

When the beat passes, Tsukasa comes to himself. Touya bites his lower lip, fidgets with his remaining cards. 

“Would you sit on the bench, young master?” Tsukasa finally says and tries to pour all of his charm into his words. By a wrinkle between Touya’s brows he realizes that he laid on too much charm. But Touya gets up, propping himself on the back of the sofa and in a couple slow steps sits himself on the piano bench. Tsukasa’s soul sings for he didn’t even need to help him. Perhaps, after all, his magic is indeed real.

Touya opens up the cover and looks down at the polished keys. He’s slouching a little uncharacteristically, his face is wistful, eyes are clouded with something Tsukasa doesn’t wish to recognise. 

He comes closer to Touya, stands behind his back. His blood runs cold and sparkles shoot in his veins up the arms and along the spine. It’s not fear, it’s something more. The precipice of unknowingness. 

“I don’t think you’ll be able to see me play from there” Touya tries to joke, but Tsukasa lowers closer to him.

“Put your hands on the keys for me, please” he says in a low voice and Touya shifts in his seat, but puts his fingers on the keys. Tsukasa wished he could see his face right now.

“What do you have in mind, what do you want to play?” 

“I…” Touya’s voice sounds distant for a second and then he coughs, “In all honesty my hands are itching for Air”

“Then you should play it” he breathes out, then presses his chest to Touya’s back ever so slightly, and he feels the jolt of electricity shock him in his ribcage. It is so different from holding him. It is so much more. He reaches his hands around and puts his fingers on Touya’s. His fingers are cold, as usual, and trembling.  Tsukasa presses firmly.

“Let us start then”

And then they play. It is a slow rendition, given the circumstances, too sombre, but when Touya reaches for the high notes and Tsukasa struggles to stretch his fingers this far and prays to hold onto his hands, it still feels natural. Even if his forearms are cramping and even if he’s afraid to breathe, as his head is basically lying on Touya’s shoulder. Touya guides him and Tsukasa presses keys for him. So there isn’t any pain in playing. So there isn’t any harm. 

Touya’s form, despite everything, is perfect. His posture has been immaculate from the second the first note rang out, his elbows are at a perfect angle. His hair smells like incense and like wildflowers. It is so soft against Tsukasa’s cheek but it burns his skin, makes him blush all over. Touya’s reaching for lower notes and the air is thick with held breaths and stifled voices and thumping heartbeats that now seem to reach perfect unison. Touya’s cheeks are flushed. He reaches for high notes again and for Tsukasa to follow he has to lean lower, lower, until they are cheek to cheek. He feels the heat that rises from Touya’s face and realises he must be crimson himself. The melody gains its pace as they get more accustomed to playing in such a manner and Tsukasa feels with his chest that Touya takes a deep breath. Tsukasa braces himself. 

Much more sooner than Tsukasa would wish, the piece comes to an end. Touya’s fingers move slower and slower, making the melody unrecognizable, but Tsukasa was grateful for it. When the piece ends, they will have to come to themselves and give the explanations for the blush and uneven gasps for air and averted eyes. So, he wants the moment to last. 

When Touya puts his index finger on the last key and Tsukasa presses it for him, the sound rings out in the quiet of the room and dissipates in the air. But no one moves a muscle. Now, Tsukasa realises, when the piece is over, he is not helping Touya play, he’s just resting his hands on top of his. When the piece is over, his head is just lying on Touya’s shoulder and it’s not the playing that makes his breaths come out shallow. Touya doesn’t move either. All of his muscles are tense, the eyes are lowered and unblinking. 

He’s waiting, Tsukasa realises. He’s waiting for him.

What would it be, piano boy? Will you crawl out like a coward or will you jump?

He turns his face, slowly, as slowly as he can and he feels that Touya turns to him as well. There is no space between them at all, Touya’s face blurs in front of him and he swears he can feel the trembling of his lashes on his cheek. Touya closes his eyes. Tsukasa closes in turn. 

His pulse thumps in his ears and he swears the whole house can hear it. He can’t believe what he’s about to dare to do. 

When their lips meet, it is like an avalanche. A first unsure press of the lips, and Touya’s lips are so soft and sweet and bitten, and the second Tsukasa imagines he made it all up and misread everything, after a few snowballs comes down a snowstorm. Touya breathes out through his nose and kisses him back. He’s gentle and sweet, but then he gets the taste of it, deepens the kiss with such vigor Tsukasa’s heart skips. He kisses him in earnest, taking him in, making Tsukasa’s eyes roll back into his skull. Tsukasa curls his fingers so now they’re holding hands and Touya smiles in the kiss and leans in harder, takes more of what’s his, gasps for it. Tsukasa would never, in a million years, imagine his master as such a passionate kisser. But he gives him everything that he wants and more, and in a second’s time they have to part and escape the avalanche, gasping for air, a tread of saliva connecting their lips. Tsukasa licks it up. Touya’s eyes are two lit up matches.

Touya swallows thickly and breathes out.

“You don’t have any idea how long I wanted to do that” his voice is hoarse and quiet. Tsukasa wants to kiss him again immediately.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you” he says in earnest and Touya’s face gets lit up, his smile is wide.

“That makes two of us then”

He reaches for the kiss again and Tsukasa wouldn’t dream of denying him.

He would give him the kisses, the heart, the ocean, the stars and the moon, if only he was to ask.

It was all rightfully Prince’s.