Oh my God you're my gifter! I'm beside myself; I cannot believe my amazing luck! *three-tiered fountain of sparkly hearts*
Ahh, I love the mellow, dozy beginning. Just the words "Sunday morning" help to set the tone by themselves! I'm reveling in the sleepy, contented, loving atmosphere like it's a warm blanket. The idea of Kurogane and Yuui puttering around together in the kitchen is a soothing balm to my stressed-out soul~
Yuui teasing Fai; I love it!
And Kurogane lazing back as Yuui caps off breakfast with a blowjob...I more than love that. *noisy purring*
And oh, Kurogane such a matter-of-factly dutiful son. But of course he'd grow up to be this fine man, gruff on the outside perhaps but sweet and sure and right in all the needful ways on the inside...how could he not, with such parents? *eee*
I love how Kurogane, just barely awake yet, can twig to something being the matter with just a quick glance at Yuui's back. Just...everything. Everything everywhere in this story speaks of how well this relationship works for them. The bits that are spelled out clearly - not having to choose - and the bits that are just normal everyday things except they're not, not unless there's love and trust and so much time gone by and people sometimes take it for granted that of course such-and-such characters have this good understanding together...but they're human and no, it's not a matter of course. They misunderstand each other and fight and get selfish and all sorts of things, and you don't have this comfortable, caring fit without working at it.
...okay less rambling, more reading and reviewing. XD
I love how Kurogane loves them both so utterly and helplessly. And the way Fai and Yuui don't talk about certain things but scream it out loud all the same. The person who has the most power in all the world to hurt you with the least amount of effort is the person you love the most. It just...oh, how do you paint such beautiful, tender, aching pictures with words?
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this beautiful story. It's enough just as it is, but I'll be honest I'm happy there's more to come! Please do take all the time you want. I'll be happily re-reading this over and over and making sad yet happy crooning noises over it. <3
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Date: 2014-08-20 03:07 am (UTC)Ahh, I love the mellow, dozy beginning. Just the words "Sunday morning" help to set the tone by themselves! I'm reveling in the sleepy, contented, loving atmosphere like it's a warm blanket. The idea of Kurogane and Yuui puttering around together in the kitchen is a soothing balm to my stressed-out soul~
Yuui teasing Fai; I love it!
And Kurogane lazing back as Yuui caps off breakfast with a blowjob...I more than love that. *noisy purring*
And oh, Kurogane such a matter-of-factly dutiful son. But of course he'd grow up to be this fine man, gruff on the outside perhaps but sweet and sure and right in all the needful ways on the inside...how could he not, with such parents? *eee*
I love how Kurogane, just barely awake yet, can twig to something being the matter with just a quick glance at Yuui's back. Just...everything. Everything everywhere in this story speaks of how well this relationship works for them. The bits that are spelled out clearly - not having to choose - and the bits that are just normal everyday things except they're not, not unless there's love and trust and so much time gone by and people sometimes take it for granted that of course such-and-such characters have this good understanding together...but they're human and no, it's not a matter of course. They misunderstand each other and fight and get selfish and all sorts of things, and you don't have this comfortable, caring fit without working at it.
...okay less rambling, more reading and reviewing. XD
I love how Kurogane loves them both so utterly and helplessly. And the way Fai and Yuui don't talk about certain things but scream it out loud all the same. The person who has the most power in all the world to hurt you with the least amount of effort is the person you love the most. It just...oh, how do you paint such beautiful, tender, aching pictures with words?
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this beautiful story. It's enough just as it is, but I'll be honest I'm happy there's more to come! Please do take all the time you want. I'll be happily re-reading this over and over and making sad yet happy crooning noises over it. <3