[If it makes Shell a bad person, then Chuuya must be one too. He’s had his fair share of wondering about whether what he wants is too selfish, but in the end he’s learned that denying himself the things he desires only makes him miserable.
Chuuya slides his fingers through Shell’s hair and cradles the back of his neck before pulling him close again, as gentle as an ex-Mafia can possibly be. Much like the other night, Chuuya rests his forehead against Shell’s, because physical contact will always speak louder than words, in his humble opinion.]
It’s fine to want things.
[He knows that just saying it won’t mean much right now, but there’s not an ounce of dishonesty or deceit behind Chuuya’s words.]
It’s fine if you need more time to think about it, but you’re allowed to want whatever you want.
[Chuuya brushes his lips over Shell’s in a soft, not quite kiss, his words murmured low against them.]
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[If it makes Shell a bad person, then Chuuya must be one too. He’s had his fair share of wondering about whether what he wants is too selfish, but in the end he’s learned that denying himself the things he desires only makes him miserable.
Chuuya slides his fingers through Shell’s hair and cradles the back of his neck before pulling him close again, as gentle as an ex-Mafia can possibly be. Much like the other night, Chuuya rests his forehead against Shell’s, because physical contact will always speak louder than words, in his humble opinion.]
It’s fine to want things.
[He knows that just saying it won’t mean much right now, but there’s not an ounce of dishonesty or deceit behind Chuuya’s words.]
It’s fine if you need more time to think about it, but you’re allowed to want whatever you want.
[Chuuya brushes his lips over Shell’s in a soft, not quite kiss, his words murmured low against them.]
You’re allowed to want someone.