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“What are you wearing, my love? A veil?” Kuni turns around with an expression Kazuha has never seen him wear. He looks so pure.Kuni frowns. “My love,” he whispers.Nahida bursts through the door. “Kazuha! I wasn’t expecting you back yet!” She glances at Kuni.Kazuha looks back at him. “What’s going on?”She walks over and takes Kazuha’s hand. “It’s only temporary, I promise.”“Nahida told me that—”There is a stabbing pain in Kazuha’s stomach. “Why are you calling her Nahida?”“Is that not her name? I apologise if I—”“You only ever call her Buer to her face.” Kazuha digs his fingernails into his palms.“Oh, excuse me. What is a Buer?”“Kuni has temporarily lost his memories, Kazuha.”“My name is Kabukimono,” he corrects.“What?” Kazuha starts to tear at his own hair, his ears begin to ring and his heart is picking up the pace fast.“Is he okay?” Kuni’s voice sounding softer than he has ever heard it makes Kazuha gasp for air.“Kazuha. Breathe for me?” Nahida tries. “I promise he’ll be okay. It will last a day tops. It’s happened before.” She pulls him down and makes him sit on the floor. She takes his face in her hands and starts the breathing exercise she knows works best for him.“Should I be breathing too? I have gotten better at it.” Kuni makes a wheezing sound.“That’s okay, dove,” she tells him. Kuni stops.When Kazuha comes down from his panic attack, Nahida gets him a class of water and strokes his back as he takes small sips. “It has happened before?” he asks.“Yes, during other dream therapy sessions. Today we went to his time in Tatarasuna and he got stuck. It lasted about a day one time, the other two times it was only for a few hours.”He looks at Kuni browsing Nahida’s books. He has never seen him with this little hurt inside of him, Kazuha feels like crying.“He’s so…” Carefree.“I know.” The same sorrow can be heard in her voice.Kuni notices them looking at him. “Are you okay? I thought it best to keep my distance. I really wanted to help though, I have this strange need to touch you.” His frown is adorable.Kazuha smiles. “So you have always been this honest.”“Do you not want me to be? I apologise.”“Your honesty is one of my favourite things about you.”He starts to blush. “You know me well?” Kazuha turns to Nahida and she nods.“I am your husband.”Beet-red cheeks now. He nervously chews on his bottom lip, another thing that stayed the same for hundreds of years. “Oh,” he manages eventually.“And you can touch me if you want to.”His face brightens. “Really?”He nods and Kuni immediately joins him on the floor, coming to sit right on his lap. He traces his fingers on Kazuha’s face, his expression one of fascination.“How much does he know?” Kazuha asks Nahida.“I have told him how much time has passed since Tatarasuna. Not much else.”“Do you feel okay, love?”“Yes, thank you.” He continues his exploration of Kazuha. “You resemble Niwa in a way—” he strokes the red streak in his hair, “But you are completely different.” He touches the tip of Kazuha’s nose with his index finger. “Are you related to him?”“Yes.” Kuni looks down, he must realise Niwa is long gone by now. “Would you like to go home?”He looks up with sparks in his eyes. “We have a home?”Kazuha smiles. “Yes.”—On their walk home, he trails behind Kazuha, fidgeting with his hands.“Do you want to hold hands, love?”He visibly startles. “Uhm. If that is okay?”“Of course.” Kazuha takes his hand and intertwines their fingers. Kuni, or rather, Kabukimono stares at them.“What do I usually call you?”“Kazuha.”His eyes widen at him. “Without honorifics?”“Yes.”“Do I... call you any endearments?”“I wish.”—Kabukimono tightly holds Kazuha’s hand as he looks around the room. “We have a lot of plants,” he states.Kazuha chuckles. “We do.” He turns him around. “This is our bonsai, Bonbon. You named him that.”“He is pretty.”Kazuha notices the tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong, love?”“Sorry. It’s just— I feel very safe and loved here.” His bottom lip trembles.Kazuha wipes his tears away and kisses his forehead. “You are.”—Kazuha hands him Kuni’s favourite socks.“Thank you. Oh, I like these, they are fluffy.” Kabukimono puts them on and settles on the bed. Kazuha joins him.He stays quiet for a while. “Do you feel okay, love?”“What happens to me?”“Hm?”“I see a pain in your eyes when you look at me.” Kazuha looks away. “You told me we are happy together, so what makes it hard for you to see this younger version of me? I believe it is because you know what will happen to me.”Kazuha swallows past the lump in his throat. “Do you really want to know?”Kabukimono sighs. “Perhaps not.” He lies down on his back. “If it leads me to here, with you, I think I can be brave.”—“Kazuha?” He hears him swallow a honorific.“Yes?”“Since you are my husband, could we—” He trails off.“What is it, love?”“Sex.”Kazuha coughs. “Sex?!”“Sex. Could we— have it?”“I don’t think we should, it might feel like cheating.”“The me from the present would not like it if you had sex with a past version of him?”Kazuha laughs. “Well. He would love that actually. In fact, he would be mad if I didn’t.”“How would you like it?” Kazuha makes a strangled noise as Kabukimono moves closer to him. “Maybe I’ll get to keep my memories of it, the memory of you being the first one to have me.”Kazuha chokes on air. “You haven’t had sex yet?”“No.”“Not even with Niwa?”“Niwa?!”“Ah, uh. Sorry. Spoilers.”“I bed the both of you?” Kazuha nods and Kabukimono’s eyes glisten. "That's... amusing.''“Yep.” He's getting hard fast at the idea of getting to be Kuni’s first.Kabukimono inches closer until their lips are almost touching. “I have never kissed anyone before.”Before Kazuha can respond, he softly presses their lips together. It feels different than usual, without Kuni’s breathing. Kabukimono pulls away.“How was that?”“Your lips feel nice, may I feel your tongue next?”Kazuha cups his cheek and tilts his face. His tongue ghosts over Kabukimono’s lips and he opens his mouth in response. He deepens their kiss and Kabukimono quickly takes over, exploring Kazuha’s mouth in a way that is very familiar and shoots straight to his groin. He can’t prevent his moan. Kabukimono continues on and pushes his body closer to his. Kazuha lies down on his back and takes him with him, Kabukimono starts to slightly grind against him.Kazuha has to pull away. “I need to breathe, love.”“Oh, right.” He sits back and his eyes wander to the bulge in his trousers. “Can I see?”Kazuha wiggles out of his trousers and underwear. Intrigued eyes look at his leaking cock as it lies on his stomach. “If this is too overwhelming for you, we should stop.”“Can I touch it?”It twitches. “Yes.”He loosely grips his cock at the middle, slowly moves his hand down his length, up again and repeats. “Is that good?”“You may grip it a bit tighter. The tip is really sensitive so you could—”“Like that?” His tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.“Like that,” Kazuha breathes out.Kabukimono slowly gives him a few more pumps. “I am very aroused right now.”Kazuha giggles. “You are so cute.”“Thank you,” he whispers.He sees him squeeze his thighs together. “Do you want me to touch you?”He bites on his lip. “Yes, please.”Kazuha sits back up. “What do you want first?”“Could you… suck on my breasts?” He looks away.Kazuha realises he doesn’t know it yet. “You don’t have any.”Kabukimono’s eyes widen and he presses his palms flat to his chest. His eyes get even bigger and he throws off his kimono. Kazuha follows him as he rushes to the mirror, he goes to stand behind him to wrap his arms around him and watches as Kabukimono stares at himself in wonder.He starts to laugh and turns to face Kazuha. “They are actually gone.” His smile lights up the whole room. He faces the mirror again. “I feel so handsome.”Kazuha places a kiss behind his ear. “You are so handsome.”“I really like the scars.” He traces them with his fingers.“Me too.”He takes Kazuha by the hand and takes one last look in the mirror. “Shall we continue?” He lies down on his back.He leans over him. “If you want.” Kabukimono nods. Kazuha moves down and covers his nipple with his mouth. “Oh yes.” He squirms beneath him. Kazuha lightly pinches his right nipple as he twirls the tip of his tongue around the left.Kabukimono bucks his hips up when his teeth graze him. “Haa! Can you… Can you touch me— lower?” He starts to take his trousers and underwear off, Kazuha helps him.“Tell me when it gets too much.” He leaves a trail of kisses from his neck to his pelvis, then starts to place soft kisses on his cunt.“Ahhhh. I have longed for someone to touch me like this— Haa. For so long.”“Why hasn’t anyone?” He licks his clit.“Mmm. I think mm-most people around me see me as something innocent because I lack certain human skills. Aaah. I have had to learn things like using chopsticks, brushing my hair and dancing but I am no child. I have the body and mind of an adult, I was not created as a blank slate. I was created to rule a nation.”Kazuha gently sucking on his clit makes Kabukimono cry out. He chuckles. “Go on.”He reaches out his hand towards Kazuha’s head but he retracts it again, Kazuha catches it and places it in his hair. He gently grabs onto it. His thighs are trembling.“Hnnnnng. Certain human customs and habits are just not necessary for that purpose. Ahhh! My lack of experience with hu—human life probably makes people think I have no human, and therefore no sexual, desires. Or perhaps they are just put off by my! My mechanical nature.”Kazuha looks up. “You don’t taste mechanical.”Kabukimono smiles shyly. “If I may ask, how are you okay with it?”The grip on his hair slightly tightens as Kazuha laps at his entrance. “With what?”“Mmmm-me. My nature. Katsuragi has told me most people would not accept me for what I am—mmm.”Kazuha moves up so they’re face to face. “I haven’t really thought about it. I have never seen you as anything but you.”Kabukimono’s shy smile is back and he looks away. His face is flushed. Kazuha gives him a quick peck and moves to go back to what he was doing.His hair is grabbed and immediately released again. “S-sorry. Uhm. Could we…” Kazuha strokes his red cheek and waits. “Could we kiss a little more? I want to taste more. Of— myself.”Kazuha’s cock twitches at that, weeping for attention. He presses their lips together and immediately deepens the kiss. He softly pushes two fingers inside of Kabukimono’s cunt, covering them in his wetness, he moans into Kazuha’s mouth. Kazuha takes his fingers out and pulls away from their kiss.His whine is interrupted when Kazuha puts his fingers into his mouth, Kabukimono’s eyes roll into the back of his head. With his free hand, Kazuha starts rubbing his clit. “Do you feel good?”“Mmmm.” He sucks on his fingers.“Do you touch yourself often?”He nods. Kazuha’s mind is filled with images of Kabukimono fingering himself, wearing nothing but his veil. He looks back at the discarded veil on the desk. His fingers slip out of his mouth.“What is it?”Kazuha blinks and looks back at him. “Ah, sorry. Nothing.”“Tell me, please.”Kazuha sighs. “Your Katsugi. It looked good on you. I was thinking maybe…” Kabukimono gets up. “You don’t have to.”“I want to.” He puts it on and Kazuha swallows.“You are gorgeous.”He walks back to the bed and straddles Kazuha’s hips. “I am?”He strokes the thighs on either side of him. “Yes. Do you want to be on top? That way you decide the pace.”Kabukimono covers his face with his arm. “I might be a bit too embarrassed.” Kazuha’s heart is bursting. “Can I do it facing away from you?”“Of course. Whatever makes you most comfortable.”He nods. “I want to try that.” He turns around and takes his cock into his hand, making Kazuha yelp. He flinches and immediately lets go. “Are you okay?”“Yes, sorry. Just uh, how did you say it? Very aroused.”He snickers quietly. “Can I put it in?”“Yes.” Kazuha puts his hands on his ass.Kabukimono takes his cock into his hand again and guides it to his entrance. He slowly sinks down and whines. “This feels so good.” He starts to move up again.Kazuha grits his teeth. “Baby. Baby, hold on. Pause.”He sits back down and looks over his shoulder, his face is so red. “Am I doing it wrong?”“You are doing great. It’s just—” Kazuha gasps. “You are clenching really tightly.”“Oh, does that feel bad?”Kazuha breathes a laugh. “No, darling. It feels so good that it’s going to make me come.”“Is that not the point?”“I want it to last longer. Make you feel good.”“I feel good.”Kazuha smiles. “I am glad, but could you try to—” He chokes on his words as Kabukimono moves off of him and turns around.“If you are going to come, I wish to see your face. I have never watched someone come before.”Kazuha breathes heavily. “Try not to clench as much this time, love.”“I will try.” He slowly sinks down on his length again and squeezes his eyes shut. “Hnnnng. I really want to move now, Kazuha.”“You can move.” He has barely finished his sentence when Kabukimono starts rapidly bouncing on his cock, screaming out. Kazuha clenches his jaw.“Oh, oh, oh!” His veil brushes Kazuha’s legs. “Can you— aaah! Touch my—”Kazuha rubs his clit with two of his fingers. “Ah! I’m coming! I’m coming. Kazuha!” He throws his head back and the veil falls from his head. He collapses on his chest, still slowly moving his hips a tiny bit up and down.Kazuha can’t last any longer. “I’m going to come too, baby. Fu—” He covers his own mouth.Kabukimono sits up, moves his hips higher and taps his arm, urging him to move his hand away from his face, then slams down again. They look into each other’s eyes as Kazuha comes, his moans loud instead of muffled like he intended.He quickly moves off of him. “I want to see!” He kneels down on the bed, his face mere inches away from Kazuha’s spurting cock. “Fascinating.” Some come lands on his wondrous face. He wipes it with his finger and licks it off.Kazuha groans. “Fuck.”“Tastes pretty good. Can I have some more?”He throws his head back. “Be my guest, Kabukimono.”—Kazuha stretches and opens his eyes.“Good morning, cheater.” Kuni has a big grin on his face.He smiles back. “So you remember.”He softly kisses Kazuha’s lips. “I can’t believe you stole my virginity.”He grins. “When is your next dream therapy session gone wrong? I wanna have sex with Kunikuzushi and Scaramouche.”His cheek is gently bitten. “What about Kuniharu Kaedehara?”“Pssh! I have sex with him all the time.”“So, no?” Kuni’s hand slides downwards.“So yes, obviously. He’s my favourite.”