The kiss is soft, warm, gentle. They are both woefully inexperienced with this sort of thing, but yet... it's lovely. There's a warmth in his chest that spreads and spreads, and he smiles against Fou-Lu's lips. His ear wings flutter as he kisses the other man in return, feathers brushing against both of their cheeks.
When the other man pulls away, pressing his face back into Sunday's neck, the halovian's heart still races, excited. He strokes gently through Fou-Lu's hair, sighing softly. Just allowing him close, enjoying this.
"I... want the same, for you. I want you to be happy. I want to be part of that happiness, if I can." Sunday admits, the words leaving a blush on his cheeks, so very honest. His free hand rests upon Fou-Lu's cheek. "You deserve this. You are worthy of this. I swear it, Fou-Lu. Those same worries made me... hesitant, to tell you about this. I feared the same of myself."
In the back of his mind, the halovian still did. Even so, Sunday laughs, a soft little sound. They were both so clueless, weren't they? Travelling an unfamiliar path. But like Fou-Lu said: They had each other, were together, and thankfully, lived within the same vicinity, just a few doors away. It was a journey they didn't have to undertake entirely alone. And... having Fou-Lu close like this, one so endless and yet just as nervous as he was... It was comforting. Reassuring. Sunday didn't need to have everything figured out. He just needed to know what direction he was heading in. Though similar in many ways... their experiences seemed different enough that they could provide insight to each other that they may not have considered alone.
And they... could walk together.
"Neither do I. So much of this is very new to me." Sunday says, leaning back to look down at the other, his expression warm. His hand strokes Fou-Lu's cheek, tender, trying to offer something in the way of comfort, reassurance. To touch him, hold him, to prove to him that they weren't alone, didn't have to be. "I have faith in you. In us both. I don't know what lies ahead, or what may happen. But I know that I feel safe with you."
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When the other man pulls away, pressing his face back into Sunday's neck, the halovian's heart still races, excited. He strokes gently through Fou-Lu's hair, sighing softly. Just allowing him close, enjoying this.
"I... want the same, for you. I want you to be happy. I want to be part of that happiness, if I can." Sunday admits, the words leaving a blush on his cheeks, so very honest. His free hand rests upon Fou-Lu's cheek. "You deserve this. You are worthy of this. I swear it, Fou-Lu. Those same worries made me... hesitant, to tell you about this. I feared the same of myself."
In the back of his mind, the halovian still did. Even so, Sunday laughs, a soft little sound. They were both so clueless, weren't they? Travelling an unfamiliar path. But like Fou-Lu said: They had each other, were together, and thankfully, lived within the same vicinity, just a few doors away. It was a journey they didn't have to undertake entirely alone. And... having Fou-Lu close like this, one so endless and yet just as nervous as he was... It was comforting. Reassuring. Sunday didn't need to have everything figured out. He just needed to know what direction he was heading in. Though similar in many ways... their experiences seemed different enough that they could provide insight to each other that they may not have considered alone.
And they... could walk together.
"Neither do I. So much of this is very new to me." Sunday says, leaning back to look down at the other, his expression warm. His hand strokes Fou-Lu's cheek, tender, trying to offer something in the way of comfort, reassurance. To touch him, hold him, to prove to him that they weren't alone, didn't have to be. "I have faith in you. In us both. I don't know what lies ahead, or what may happen. But I know that I feel safe with you."
And maybe that was just as good.