[Even if he had been hungry, by this point Yukito would have forgotten it entirely. To him it feels like the world around them has faded away in favor of this moment, and all he can think about was the warmth of Touya's presence, the feel of his lips and the scent of his skin, and the shiver he can't help at the brush of fingers across his hair.]
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Forever. As long as you're there.