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[ He was quickly learning, as he pushed off of the counter, that he was drawn to Ron in a way he could not seem to stop. He was suddenly smoothing the hand up Ron's neck to the collar, arm slipping around his neck as he moved in closer, and... ]

[ He kissed him, because it was what he wanted to do. ]

[ There was a pause of surprise. Here he was thinking he had intruded... or perhaps he wasn't supposed to be here. But it doesn't take him long to reciprocate. His arm moves around the other god's waist to pull him close as he turned his head to deepen that kiss softly. He finds himself closing his eyes as he tightens that embrace ever so slightly.

He can't explain it but he's just as drawn. Like a magnet to its opposing pole: pulled by some unstoppable force. It makes his heart race in no way he can explain.

But he's grateful for that kiss. ]

[ This is unfair. He knew this was going to happen. That was why he hung up on him. That was why he was hoping Ron would just stay away. ]

[ But the blond had appeared, and now they were kissing, and it was an inevitable chain of events that repeated themselves over and over again, and he knew, he knew he would keep kissing him... ]

[ And he did. He broke that kiss to go anew, tilting his head the other direction. When had he become so addicted to kissing? Just last month, he would have flailed at the thought, but now all he did was feel his face heat, but he went for it nonetheless, kissed Ronald, and only him. Only him. He wished he was the 'only him'. ]

[ Another kiss, more demanding. Pay attention to me. ]

[ They didn't need to speak. That kiss was enough to serve as their conversation. His own head tilted, lips parting to accept that second kiss and return it with further aggression of his own. His arm tightened around the other's waist, pulling him close against his chest.

Right now, right here. I'm yours. My lips, my eyes, my hand, my heart... yours. When I'm with you, I'm yours.

He broke it only to claim another, eyes closing as his hand slid up the other god's back. Again his lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance into that warm mouth pressed against his.

He knew this would happen. Every time, they crashed into each other. Every time, he found himself kissing him. Every time, he found himself reminded of how he loved anew. Why he couldn't let go. Why he didn't want to.

His fingers slipped through Watanuki's hair, moving him to turn his head slightly to allow for an even deeper kiss. ]

[ For once, Ronald's mouth held no distinct flavor, which only made the taste of honey from his tea more apparently. Their kiss held a hint of sweetness... but even more so, of simmering passion. He wanted to stray his lips elsewhere, to press against the taut skin of Ron's neck and taste him. Instead, he finally pulled his head away. He turned it, so he wouldn't be tempted to kiss him again, slight panting coming from his mouth as he struggled for control over his spiraling emotions. ]

[ He stayed still even as that kiss was broken. It took him a moment to reel himself back not to lean in for another. But even as he didn't, his fingers drew away from his hold to move up. They trailed over the curve of Watanuki's jawline, his thumb pressing against his cheek before slipping lower, down his shoulder and his side to interlace their fingers.

The reaper couldn't help himself and that small guilty smile that came to him. Even then, a breath escaped him as his heart raced slightly from the contact. ]

I missed that, too.

Hmph. [ He made an audible huff, as haughty as ever. His eyes slipped back over to glance at Ron, his golden eye showing. He didn't move his head. ]

Of course you would. [ He looked away, face starting to turn pink. He slid his hands down, resting on Ronald's chest. There's a sigh. ]

...This is why I didn't want you to come over...

[ His arm wrapped around him gently as he buried himself against the other god's hair with a low sigh.

When next he found his voice, it came out as a soft murmur. ]

Can't bloody well stay away from each other, can we, love...?

[ He leaned back against him. ]

I can't stand you.

[ He can't help the sigh, even as he tightens that embrace briefly before releasing his hold even as his arm remains where it is.]

Best you work on being less irresistible then. If you can't stand having me about...

[ His head flies off of Ronald's shoulder, now flaming red. ]

L-less irresistible...?! [ What? What? Him? He's never been called that before! He--he... what was he suppose to say to something like that?! ]

[ And the most innocent smile, leaning against the counter. ]

S'true. D'you think I'd be faffing about you if I didn't find you irresistible at least?

I guess... [ He deflates a little. ] ...Not, but...

...I'm not... [ His voice is getting soft. Quiet. He looks into Ron's eyes with a faint pout to his lips, his own eyes staring into the reaper's own. His hands smooth along Ronald's chest. ]

Always thought you were...

[ His voice is soft, an intimate whisper as he leans in again. That hand moves up, tipping the other's chin up to barely ghost against his own lips. ]

Bleeding irresistible from the first time you got me kissing you.

[ That softly whispered when he finally leaned in, pressing their lips together again. ]

[ ...oh dammit. ]

[ But he didn't stop it, because what was the point in doing it? They'd come back together again, like the sea to the shore. His mouth opened, inviting the other in for another kiss. His bottom pressed back against the counter as he drew the other in more. ]

[ His heart was pounding. It felt good, beating along in his chest as if dancing to a song. It wasn't hammering or loud in his ears, just happy. It made him feel feather light. He wanted to feel that soft pitter of his heart over and over, like a butterfly beating it's wings inside of his chest. Soft and enjoyable. ]

Ronald...

[ He didn't realize he had sighed out the man's full name, minus the honorific and how he'd been addressing him. It came out naturally, and in a soft breath against the other man's lips. ]

[ He couldn't say no. He couldn't resist. This wasn't just a fling. Flings, minor distractions, they never left him with such... want. These were things he could easily brush off and walk away from but here he was, his fingers interlaced with the other god's own as he turned his head to deepen the kiss almost eagerly.

His own lips parted, his tongue slipping out into that warm inviting mouth. The softest sound escaped his lips even as he pressed Watanuki against the counter, using his weight to keep him in place. His hand gripped the other's tighter as he pulled away, the smallest smile playing on his lips when he heard his name coming out like that.

Like a prayer. ]

Kimihiro...

[ His own prayer.

He had to respond in kind, the same small smile playing on his lips as he released that hand to brush the back of his hand against the other's cheek. ]

[ When he called him 'Kimihiro' his eyes light up like little stars in surprise. Then his face followed through, filled with pleasure at first, then redness from embarrassment, slight pleasure again, but then into a face, a series of expressions that only Watanuki was capable of making. ]

...I-It's... it's Watanuki... [ He mumbled out. ] Only my shinki calls me that... [ Because Jade was special. Jade was apart of him. ]

[ But maybe... Ron...was... ]

[ Again, his fingers brushed against that flushed cheek, that smile never leaving him even if he let out a breath. ]

Rose by any other name, eh?

[ It's a small, teasing smile even as he lowered his hand. But his voice never went above a murmur, as if he wanted to keep some measure of intimacy between them at this moment. ]

If you don't fancy me calling you by your first name, then I won't.

You don't deserve to call me by my given name. [ He knew the other could catch his implication on that matter. ]

[ And he couldn't help the grin that followed. ]

Should I stick to calling you love, then? Quite possibly spoiled you, I wager... but then again, it does seem right.

[ He looked away, pouting, in a pathetic attempt to look indifferent. ] Do whatever you want.

[ It is both pathetic and futile... yet endearing and adorable.

Of course, Ron would probably be walloped if he voiced out that particular observation. ]

Don't I always though, sweetheart~? Heard it's part of me charm.

Charm...

[ "He's probably charmed half the heavens by now". ]

.... [ And a deflated tone. ] Yeah.

[ And a small apologetic smile back, reaching out to cup his cheek. ]

Come on, sweetheart... it's a rare instance where I've set out to be serious about one person, mind.

[ There's a sigh though as he brushes his cheek with his thumb. ]

Ever since I'd had my heart set on you, there's been no one else I'd be serious about.

You say that... but I don't believe it.

Not yet. [ He drew Ronald's hand away from his face. ]

...But... thank you, for seeing me. I'm fine.

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