[Weiß Kreuz] Sight
Title: Sight Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Pairing or POV: Yoji/Ken Written for: petermaxwell Special Note: I hope your day becomes better soon, Saishi!
His fingertips were his eyes, their skin callused from years of working with his wire. He sometimes made jokes, when he'd missed a tiny change because of the toughened skin, that he needed finger-glasses. Ken would snort, laughing quietly and uncomfortably as he tried to figure out just what to say to the blond. In the end, Ken would grab his hand and bring those same fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly and leaving the conversation of sight and touch alone. And Yoji let him.
He liked to undress his lover, discarding textures until the only sensation left was the warm silk of Ken's skin under his fingers, their fluttering touch exploring every shallow valley and ridge of Ken's muscles. He liked hearing the soft, shaky breath that drew into Ken's lungs when the assassin gave himself over to Yoji's ministrations. Ken guided things, but Yoji was still the seducer, paying attention to every small signal in Ken's voice as he drove the athlete higher and farther, sending him out of his mind with pleasure.
Of it all, his favorite time had nothing to do with sex or lust, though touch was still paramount. He loved working, loved knowing that he was useful again. He loved knowing that Ken's cheerful whistle heralded help, not charity, and that the brunette had no intentions of molly-coddling him. They worked as a team, complementing each other. It had taken Ken months to lay his doubts to rest, to prove to Yoji that they fit together in work as well as play.
He'd always loved touch, the sensation beautiful even when he could see through his eyes. Now that he relied on it for his vision... it was exquisite.