Diary of [Takemichi Hanagaki.]

four.

This man is gorgeous, Izana might as well have died and gone to heaven for this angel to appear before him. Those pale, blue eyes standing out against black, curly hair and dark eyelashes— the ivory skin with not a single imperfection. Plump lips begging to be kissed numb, maybe it's Izana's desire talking but he wants Takemichi, something feral and primal deep down inside him just praying that one day he gets to worship Takemichi like he's god himself.
He never thought he'd get that chance but now he's not so sure, with Takemichi climbing into his lap like a bitch in heat.

He is a bitch in heat, god, how could be so blind to see his poor boy suffering like this? He gonna fix that ache and burn that lies deep underneath, and Izana is beside himself to be honest. That privilege of touching Takemichi was given to him on a platter, he'd be dumb to refuse it.

He pets Takemichi's head and coos softly at him, the younger purring— Izana wouldn't trade this for the world.