By your hand (COWT10, week 6, m2)

[hakurenshi]

Fandom: Tsukipro (Kensuke/Ryouta)
Prompt: Agastopia
Nickname ldf/lettera iniziale: sakurai
Parole: 971
Warnings: PG13

Sometimes Ryouta looks distant in his eyes. If he told him, Ryouta would probably tell him he’s silly, but Kensuke doesn’t know how to explain it with different words. It’s not about physical closeness, that much is okay - maybe because they are childhood friends, but there has never been an uncomfortable feeling between them when it comes to stick together. After all, they have shared a bed countless times, being it when they were younger or now, so it’s something natural to do. All the more once they started going out, which was pretty… anticlimactic? 

Not that Ryouta wasn’t extremely cute but-- anyway, point is, there are moments like now when Kensuke can take his time to simply look at his former childhood friend now boyfriend but still best friend - seriously, how does this work exactly? Do you stop being buddies when you start making out?

So yeah, when Ryouta falls asleep on the couch while they are more or less watching something and they are holding hands, Kensuke can’t help but lower his gaze on them and observe. Ryouta has always had beautiful hands: slender and elegant fingers, pale skin, it wouldn’t be surprising if people thought he’s from a total different league since, well… he kind of is. 

Kensuke’s eyes move from their intertwined fingers to Ryouta’s face to check if he’s still sleeping, then go back on their hands. His thumb moves a bit, drawing small circles, enjoying the soothing feeling of Ryouta’s skin. He’s the kind of guy who has never chewed his nails nor picked at his hangnails, so it’s quite pleasant to touch around the fingertips. Kensuke loves the fact that Ryouta’s hands are slightly smaller and colder than his own, doesn’t mind to warm them up when they are together and have the chance to enjoy some quality time. Sometimes when the other puts his cold hands inside the collar of his shirts as punishment for something he said or did he likes them less, but… all in all, Kensuke is quite convinced about the fact that they are one of the most beautiful and charming part of Ryouta’s body. 

...Quite sexy too, but it’s the kind of thing he still keeps to himself. Not sure if Ryouta wants to hear it and he’s not very confident he could manage to tell him anyway.

«Mmh...» a small, sleepy murmur escapes Ryouta’s lips and for a moment Kensuke thinks he just woke him up; when he notices that’s not the case, though, he smiles tenderly. When Ryouta is all relaxed, his face is even more angelic than usual. Quite similar - but not really the same - to the expressions he shows to their fans.

More than once Kensuke read fans’ comments online so he knows all too well how loved and famous Ryouta is; if Kensuke’s fans are the kind who loves the younger brother type, those who are into Ryouta are (of course) those into the… prince-like type? Not sure if that applies more on his boyfriend or on Koki, though. Anyway, comments say it all the time - truth to be told Kensuke can relate a lot, sometimes, to things like “Ryouta-sama is so sexy” and so on. 

«Ken…?» Ryouta’s voice reaches him and only then Kensuke notices that he’s waking up. He can’t help but smile as he bends slightly to kiss Ryouta’s forehead.

«Sleep some more, don’t worry.»

«Don’t treat me like a kid...» Ryouta murmurs, stopped by a yawn, which makes Kensuke chuckle a bit. Seriously, when will the other learn to be a little more honest? 

Not too soon probably, mh, he thinks as Ryouta snuggles quietly against him; Kensuke shakes his head a little, makes sure the blanket is covering his stubborn boyfriend enough. Ryouta is still holding his hand and it makes Kensuke smile tenderly. 

Despite the closed eyes, Ryouta surprises him when he speaks: «You keep looking at my hands.»

«Oh» which means “oh. You noticed. Oh.” «I… love them…?» he admits without even trying to lie to him. Ryouta frowns for a few seconds and then he pouts and seriously, how can he be so adorable?
«Stupid.»

«Are you embarrassed, Ryou?»
«Who wouldn’t be? Stop staring.»
«But they are beautiful.» 

Ryouta looks at him, almost indignant; it’s a funny face Kensuke has few chances to see, so he can’t help but laugh briefly. No wonder Ryouta doesn’t seem amused at all.

«Don’t be angry.» Kensuke murmurs as he closes the distance between them enough to be only a few inches from Ryouta’s face but not too much that their lips are touching. He brings Ryouta’s hand to his face, instead, and gives it a kiss on the knuckles first of all.

«I love how soft your hands are and the fact that they are just a little bit smaller than mine. The way you intertwine our fingers even if you pretend it’s casual and act as if it’s not a big deal.» he knows he’s playing with fire but the more he says, the more he feels warm inside and actually wants to tell him «I love your slender fingers, especially when you pass them through my hair. The way you tend to poke at my cheek with your fingertips when you think I’m asleep. And--»

Ryouta’s hand is suddenly on his mouth, covering it in order to stop his words. A muffled sound comes out and then Kensuke just chuckles, trying to free himself. Ryouta still has that adorable - and dangerous, it depends okay - pout while looking at him, but this is a daring night, apparently. Kensuke focuses his gaze on him and then just kisses the palm of the hand on his mouth.
«Ken!»

He starts chuckling again; Ryouta’s hands tell him everything he needs to know, everyday.