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Mamoru glanced up at him, smiling slightly.

"Seems like you have one."

"Well, I was thinking a nice night out, but first..."

Still smiling that faint smile, he leaned a little closer, letting his lips barely brush across Mamoru's.

Mamoru leaned in just enough to press into the kiss, but he let Ken lead. After all, he wasn't going to push after what the other man had been through.

Ken slowly let the kiss deepen, the hand moving back to curl over Mamoru's cheek. He pulled back a tiny bit a moment later, letting his forehead rest against Mamoru's.

"Thank you."

"Mmm?" Mamoru pressed in as the kiss grew deeper, his own hand curling around Ken's arm, just above the elbow. "What is it?"

Smiling, he just shook his head and leaned in to kiss him again.

Okay, he was willing to work with that. He curled in closer, purring happily.

He pulled back a moment later, breath a little unsteady as he let his fingers stroke along Mamoru's cheeks and lips.

Mamoru looked up to him, raising an eyebrow. He was just as unsteady, but he was trying hard not to show it.

He chuckled softly and slid his fingers down to rest on the line of his jaw.

"I might push things too fast if you don't tell me to slow down."

Mamoru glanced up to him quietly.

"It's up to you how fast is too fast, Ken." After all, he was the recently dead one.

"Think you can handle being this close to a dead man?"

There was a pause as Mamoru pulled back to look at him, then, after a moment's consideration, he delivered a stinging flick to Ken's ear.

"Gotten that out of your system?"

Ken jerked back, scowling.

"Hey! What th'hell was thatfor!?"

"Self pity. I don't want to hear it again."

And Ken should know that. Mamoru couldn't care less he was dead.

Face scrunched in a scowl, he reached up and rubbed at the spot that had been Mamoru's target. Normally, he would've snapped back with some snide comment but now, he just glanced away, chosing to stay silent.

Point made, Mamoru reached out, running his fingers through Ken's hair and tugging him back.

"I promised to try and be nicer."" After a very long pause, he glanced at him. "Sorry."

He stiffened a little at the touch in his hair, but he let the other man tug him back.

"... it's alright."

Ken was still the only one he'd apologize to. He pulled him in, kissing him softly. "I don't mind, Ken."

He kissed him back without hesitation, leaning in a little closer before he leaned back against the couch.

"... it wasn't self-pity, Mamoru."

"Then what?" He kept his hands in Ken's hair, meeting his eyes.

"It was an honest question."

He let his gaze lock on Mamoru's for a long moment before he let his eyes close.

"I've never minded," he reminded Ken, settling against his shoulder.

His arm curled around Mamoru's welcome weight and heat, tucking him closer.

Mamoru glanced up at him, curling in closer.

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