[The smile that breaks out on Sandalphon's face is gentle, warm, and full of love, and he can't resist the urge to kiss Izumi one more time, slowly and deeply, before settling down next to him. There's no denying it anymore, at least not to himself—he's in love, and he has been for some time, and it's thrilling and wonderful and terrifying.
He cradles Izumi against him, carding his fingers through his still-damp hair, breathes in the scent of his skin and the soap from the bath. It feels like, for a moment, that this is really where he belongs, nestled in bed with the man he loves. But the moment passes, and Sandalphon feels guilty for having the thought in the first place, even as he holds Izumi closer.
He'll have to do something about this. He can't just pretend he didn't confess his feelings tonight, but...he can't let this turn into anything more, either. They can't stay together, after all, so wouldn't it be best to let this wither before it finds a place to settle and grow?
...He can think about that tomorrow. For tonight, he'll do what Izumi wants, sharing his warmth and his heart one more time.]
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He cradles Izumi against him, carding his fingers through his still-damp hair, breathes in the scent of his skin and the soap from the bath. It feels like, for a moment, that this is really where he belongs, nestled in bed with the man he loves. But the moment passes, and Sandalphon feels guilty for having the thought in the first place, even as he holds Izumi closer.
He'll have to do something about this. He can't just pretend he didn't confess his feelings tonight, but...he can't let this turn into anything more, either. They can't stay together, after all, so wouldn't it be best to let this wither before it finds a place to settle and grow?
...He can think about that tomorrow. For tonight, he'll do what Izumi wants, sharing his warmth and his heart one more time.]
...Good night, Izumi.