Gotou-chan arches against my side, and I am abruptly aware of our positions, sitting side by side on my couch, both of our backs arched to let our lips meet in the middle. His hands have a very loose grip on me, dreamily faint, and my heart shudders with passion, imagining what he must look like right now. What we must look like.

His body's so thin, so much bone seemingly hardly covered, and the heart of the man who wears that body is fierce, beating out a lion's roar against my chest and arm, where we're pressed close enough for me to feel.

I slide my palms up and around to cup his jaw, thumbs rubbing the smooth, hollowed-out planes of his cheeks where I can feel the nudge of our tongues in his mouth. I can barely breathe with how excited I feel, like I'm overflowing with energy that I want to give him. My love, my kisses, myself, yes - and so much more.

I want to lay my hands upon him and pour all of the sunshine of the world into him, watch him rise and glow and just be himself - the amazing warrior, the man of gentle heart, the dedicated policeman and the man humbled for sake of the greater good. I want him to be all of himself, but brighter, for everyone to see and understand.

This is how to be a man of truly good morals and strength, I want them to realize. This man is as pure of heart and intention as any on this globe.

I pull back from our kiss briefly, licking my lips with a shallow gasp, my nose pressed against Gotou-chan's, staying close.

I've seen most of the globe, met many, many people. I know, I've seen for myself.

He's one of the best ones.