I draw in a shaky breath as I move the hand still tangled in Eiji's hair down so that I can cup his hand against my cheek. I don't need him to brush my tears away. I think... I think maybe tears are needed right now, and I don't think they're necessarily bad.

I manage to smile up at him despite my tears, and I turn my head just long enough to press a kiss to his palm before I move my hand away, down between us. My hips jerk a little harder than I mean them to when I wrap my fingers around his hardness, a stuttered moan taking me.