Mildly nsfw.
“Tooru,” Kaneki moans as he strokes Mutsuki’s bare chest.
“Kaneki,” Mutsuki murmurs as he lets Kaneki pull him atop him.
Kaneki smiles up at him. “I love it when you call me my real name.”
Mutsuki’s sure his heart has stopped. That look…the kind, amorous look he’s craved from Kaneki.
“Why are you crying?” Kaneki asks.
“Because you’re beautiful.” Mutsuki tries to wipe his cheek, but Kaneki wipes first.
“So are you, Tooru.”
Mutsuki doesn’t feel afraid of being intimate with Kaneki. He feels free. Like himself.
And Kaneki still sees his body, and calls him he, and loves him.
And calls him beautiful.
Mutsuki bends over to kiss Kaneki again.