Do you love me? They don’t ask it in words.
Saruhiko asks in the curve of his mouth, a bitter-tasting smile Yata swallows down in a kiss.
Misaki asks with hesitant hands before Saruhiko grips him hard enough to make him wince. He doesn’t wince, he surges up into the embrace to more easily devour each other mouths and skin in hunger.
Do you love me? An arrested hand, an open mouth, those wide eyes wondering as Saruhiko pauses before turning his back.
Do you love me? A fierce grin, demanding words and sword to draw Misaki’s attention.