#52-53

It’s not like Santa Claus or Ryo-kun’s gentle side. Everybody believes in love.© mousapelli

Yes Ryo, I have treats ahead for you. With lots of toppings.© kamexkame

#10-13

During his day job, the voice would usually more or less leave him in peace because even that bitch must sense that you didn’t mess with Kame during work hours.© kamexkame

Sitting on the lowest step of the stairs was Ryo. Well, not sitting. He was sprawled backwards upon them rather, long legs extended and head tilted backwards, exposing his throat to the ultimate beam of sunlight that was bathing the sqare before night fell. His eyelids were shut and as improbable as that was from where he’d stopped, Kame could believe that he saw the too long lashes clearly, and even the shadows they cast upon Ryo’s illuminated golden skin, like a row of very rare, very delicate insects’ legs resting there. © kamexkame

It was one of those standard friendly as fuck smiles Kame distributed to every fucking one on the planet except him.© kamexkame

It sounded like he was expecting Kame to be difficult. But Kame was too tired to be difficult, nevermind that it was what Ryo expected of him. He’d be difficult tomorrow. Promise.© kamexkame

#9

And he hadn’t a clue how he should act in this altered universe in which, even though the lines of Ryo’s mouth were still drawn with as much clear-cut arrogance as ever, the flesh filling out those decisive lines was a little swollen because he hadn’t been able to resist biting into them, too many times to count, and who wanted to be doing math when you were doing Ryo, when Ryo was doing you, anyway?© kamexkame