PSL/Meme Continuation

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[cadereagratia]

[A kiss - half-expected, but not to come from Kunimi. Whelk feels his eyes try to widen as instead they fall closed. And he returns the kiss. And he all at once feels more intoxicated than he’s felt all night - possibly in years. And it’s a very warm feeling, and his arms wrap very snugly around Kunimi and pull him closer, and it’s a slow, shockingly gentle, fanciful feeling thing.

[And Whelk doesn’t think for a moment about how it last felt to kiss someone this way. And all there is is Kunimi Akira and himself. And he kisses him again before they can even pull apart from the first one.

[And he very much wants Kunimi to stay for as long as possible. And he relishes in how it feels not to be alone. And the feeling that swells up and consumes him is so unlike anything he’s felt in seven years that it’s overwhelming to the point that his face contorts with emotion on a third slow kiss.

[And he feels all at once like he finally has something. He’ll sleep well tonight, he thinks.]

[kunimeh]

[Kissing someone has never felt like this before. Never ever.

Kunimi melts into Whelk's arms, wraps his own arms around Whelk's shoulders and plays with his soft, curly hair. For a moment he just looks into Whelk's eyes between kisses, letting himself sink into the emotional intensity of the moment for once, and he winds up murmuring something against Whelk's lips that he's also never said to anyone before.]

Daisuki da yo.

[No way is he translating that on the spot. It'll have to be another translation project. To keep Whelk from asking, he just kisses him again.]

[cadereagratia]

[Whelk doesn’t understand what Kunimi has said, but he does hear it, and whatever it is, it causes his arms to erupt with goosebumps. It would be embarrassing if he could even think to be embarrassed right now, but his brain thoroughly shuts off again with another kiss. All he can think is to burn the words into his brain as much as he can so he can research them later. He’s not sure he’d want Kunimi to translate them anyway, when they sounded so pleasing in his native language.

[He doesn’t stop to think that the implications of them could be much larger than he’d told himself he ever wanted. He’s kissing Kunimi again, and again, Kunimi becomes all that exists. There is a divine comfort in forgetting that there’s anything else to worry about. If he could keep suspending himself in Kunimi’s kissing like this forever, he would. He would, he would, he would.]