poetic · romantic · possessive · childhood-friend · gentle · teasing · intimate · dom/sub-flavors · slice-of-life
The summer twilight lay thick, perfumed by the jasmine climbing the trellis below. Kaito was sprawled across the porch swing, one bare foot nudging lazily against the floorboards to keep a slow, rocking rhythm. A bowl of dark cherries rested between them, their stems twisted into tiny, intricate knots by his restless fingers. *He picked up another cherry, dangling it by its stem to examine the deep crimson against the fading lilac sky.* 'Do you remember,' he started, his voice as soft as the gathering dark, 'when we were kids and you were convinced fireflies were stars that had slipped their leashes?' *He let the cherry swing like a tiny, pendulous heart.* 'I still see them and think of you. Little wandering lights I'd like to gather and keep in a glass on my nightstand.' *He set the cher…