Passion

Sweet Nothings

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, honestly. But this? This wasn't it.

The sun was only just rising, still in its early stages. Soft hues painted the earth, reflecting off of the pond. The pond that one naked General was standing in.

Sawamura had simply wanted to tell him that Elara was fine. He hadn't put much thought into how Miyuki might be dressed. If he had time to think, he would have assumed he'd just be shirtless or something. Cool, no sweat for him. He'd seen the General shirtless before. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

But no, the General just had to be naked. And he just had to be jacked. Sawamura couldn't figure out how someone could get so muscular in the first place. Surely, it wasn't fair. But then again, what a true blessing it was to have seen Miyuki like this. God, he must look like such an idiot standing there with his hands over his eyes. He had only seen a little bit of the general's hips before he realized that he was naked. Not like he had anywhere to hide anyway-- there wasn't a rock or a tree conveniently placed around here.

"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to," he stuttered, embarrassment flaring in his chest and flaming across his face.

He didn't hear a reply, only the sound of water shifting. He didn't dare remove his hands from his face, though.

Miyuki couldn't have cared less about someone seeing him naked. He was very proud of his body. He trained very hard, why wouldn't he be proud? But man was this a sight. It's obvious that Sawamura had seen something he liked. Why else would he be so flustered?

That's when a devious lightbulb lit in his brain.

He carefully waded forward, trying not to make too much noise. He wanted to get to Sawamura before he ran away. That would be no fun.

He reached up and pulled Sawamura into the water without warning. At first he flailed about, completely unprepared to be tugged in. When he calmed down, he realized he was nose to nose with the General. Miyuki held him very close, setting his skin on fire.

Miyuki knew two things to be true about Sawamura: he was a lot stronger than he looked and he had these moments where he would get really bold. All shyness and embarrassment left him, and he would do things that left Miyuki speechless. 

Now was one of those times. Sawamura had traced his lips with his thumb, brushing against his tongue. All hesitation dropped from his face, and his eyes reflected pure want. Primal urges guided Miyuki forward, connecting his lips with Sawamura's. Chest to chest, Miyuki led the passionate kiss, initiating the rhythm. Wandering hands found themselves in the General's hair, subconsciously aware of the wounds he bore. Miyuki supported him in the water with firm hands on his backside. Almost naturally, Sawamura wrapped his legs around Miyuki. He pulled at the General's hair, tilting his head back so he could deepen the kiss. 

They continued like this, until Sawamura was out of breath. He wasn't below the water, but he felt like he was drowning. All his senses were heightened and the familiar feel of adrenaline pumped in his veins. It was overwhelming, but it felt so right. 

"Miyuki," he whispered in a haze. 

Hearing his name triggered him. He kissed him once again, and tugged at his clothing. 

"May I?"

Sawamura nodded in consent and didn't resist when Miyuki began removing his shirt. Like this, skin joined skin. The heat between them intensified, stoking the fire inside Sawamura. He became desperate to rid himself of all other obstacles.

Soon enough, Sawamura joined Miyuki in his clothe less state. They floated, foreheads pressed together while they regained their breath. From here, though, it was unknown waters. Sawamura had never done this before- had never been held like this. He didn't know what to do and hesitation manifested in his movements yet again.