Oh my.
“Are you sure?” Matsuri wants to appear suave and calm, but like everything else in his life, he is not in control. His pulse is hammering, his forehead is sweaty, and he has goosebumps all up his arms.
Plus anxiety that the Washuus will find out and kill his lover. That’s always fun.
His lover nods. He bends over Matsuri, whispering sweet phrases in German. He calls Matsuri sexy and compliments his toned muscles.
“Do you love me?” Matsuri asks. He ought to know.
His lover smiles. “Yes.”
He gasps, finally letting himself feel happy.
In his lover’s bed, he’s not a Washuu or a ghoul living up to an impossible legacy. He’s just a silly virgin who spills half a bottle of lube on himself, gets nervous about condoms, and gawks at his partner’s intimate parts.
“It’s okay to scream,” his partner tells him with a smile, and Matsuri does, and he feels a rush of freedom and love and – tears.
His lover kisses away his tears and cries out.
His lover loves him. And his ghoulish body. Matsuri lays his head on his partner’s chest and listens to their synchronous breathing.
Mercy and Magic 