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(And From Your Lips) He Drew The Hallelujah
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
There were certain truths that Daisuke Motomiya knew like the back of his hand: soccer was awesome, he and Vmon were going to own the most awesome chain of ramen shops in the world; and Ken had long hair.
For as long as they had known each other, and even well before that; Ken’s hair had always been the same sleek shiny A-length bob. Unless, of course; you counted those few early months where Ken suffered a severe lapse in judgment, as well as an arguably more severe obsession with hair gel. Daisuke referred to that time period as “The Time That Shall Not Be Named”.
When they first started dating, Daisuke had wasted no time running his hands through those temptingly long tresses. He’d spent many hours wondering if they were as soft as they looked; and now that he had the opportunity to find out, he planned on taking full advantage of the privilege. It hadn’t taken long for him to discover just how sensitive Ken was when it came to his hair-how his face would turn a pretty shade of pink whenever Daisuke would brush Ken’s hair out of his face and behind his ears, or how Ken would let out a little whine whenever they were kissing and Daisuke’s hands would gravitate to his hair and tug slightly.
It was for these reasons that Daisuke was having a hard time processing the sight in front of him. It was Ken, his Ken; he was sure of that; he’d spent enough time memorizing the planes of those ivory cheeks and getting lost in those intense violet eyes to know that for a fact. What was throwing him off was the distinct lack of long inky hair. Instead; Ken’s hair was now clean cut, stopping just below his ears in a slight taper.
As Ken’s face morphed from nervousness to downright rejection; Daisuke mentally kicked himself to snap out of it, realizing he was probably taking an overly long time to process; which most likely was not helping Ken’s anxiety or rejection sensitive dysphoria.
“If you don’t like it; Dai, please just say that.” Ken said; looking away and wrapping his arms around himself in a self-soothing motion.
Realizing he needed to stop this pity party he’d started before it took off; Daisuke wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and slowly lead him over to the couch before pulling him into his lap and tucking Ken’s head under his chin, which is not an easy feat when said boyfriend has at least a good six inches of height on him.
Daisuke sighed, and turned Ken’s face upwards with a finger under his chin so that they were looking at each other. He’d always hated seeing that sad puppy dog look in Ken’s eyes; and he hated it even more when he knew he’d been the cause of it. He ran his thumb over the subtle sharpness of Ken’s cheekbone, watching as eyelids fluttered closed, concealing that look from him.
Daisuke knew Ken was waiting for an answer; knew the crease in his boyfriend’s brow wouldn’t relent until they’d he explained. He sighed again, continuing his ministrations against Ken’s cheek. “It’s not that I don’t like it; babe. I’d love your hair even if you dyed it bright green, you know that. But you have to admit; this is a little…sudden.”
Ken cracked his eyes open to look at Daisuke. The look of defeat had been replaced by cautious apprehension; as if Ken was choosing his next words carefully. “I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while now, if I’m being honest.”
“Really? You never mentioned it to me.” Daisuke said; his hand slipping from the side of Ken’s face to the back of his head; rubbing soothing circles in the short, close shaved hair he now found there.
Ken hummed; a smile ghosting on his lips. “Yeah, I thought it would be a good time for a change. You know, with university starting up and everything?”
“That makes sense, I guess.” Daisuke replied. He himself had begrudgingly started exchanging his beloved pair of goggles for more low key pairs of sunglasses; so he got it, at least a little bit.
Ken shifted in Daisuke’s lap, situating himself so that his legs were now laying across Daisuke instead of being tucked underneath him as they had been. When he spoke next, he was so quiet that Daisuke wasn’t even sure he’d heard him the first time.
“Did you know some cultures believe hair holds memories?” A pause; then even quieter:
“Did you know I haven’t had my hair this short since Osamu died?”
Oh…
Oh shit…
So that’s what this was about. It broke Daisuke’s heart to know that even after all this time, after all the tears and the therapy and the loving Ken when he felt at his most unlovable; his sweet, kind, amazing boyfriend was still beating himself up mentally.
Ken chuckled; and Daisuke hated just how little humor there was in it. “You know, I don’t even remember why I started growing it out to begin with. If I had to guess though; I guess it started as a subconscious need to ensure the Spore was hidden and protected. Then as it became more and more dormant; that need shifted to myself. I used it as a way to hide; to obscure myself.”
Daisuke lifted Ken’s face so they were looking at each other again; cupping it tightly between both hands. His face softened as he began to stroke porcelain cheekbones again; wiping away the frustrated tears that were welling up in the process. After a moment, he took one of his hands from Ken’s face, and placed it over Ken’s heart; then mirrored the action with Ken’s hand on his. After a moment, he used his free hand to pull Ken close, resting their foreheads against each other.
In that moment; he wished he had something clever to say. Something that would let Ken know that his feelings were valid; and that Daisuke was the last person in this world or any other that would judge him for them. These were all things Ken already knew, obviously; but Daisuke knew that reassurance was practically a love language for Ken at this point. Unfortunately; Daisuke was not a poet, he had never quite mastered the art of language the way Ken had, the ability to use a few well placed words to cause someone-usually Daisuke himself-to go weak in the knees.
No; Daisuke was a man of action. He knew any words right now would only fall flat; so instead he did what he knew best, which was run headfirst into his impulses. It was far from the first time he and Ken had kissed; but it was still filled with that electrified, almost magnetic energy nonetheless. Daisuke’s hand slowly made its way back to its original position behind Ken’s head, and Ken let out a familiar whimper as it found purchase in the shortened dark locks.
Daisuke chuckled against his mouth. “Well, would you look at that?” He said; his voice taking on a timber that Ken was very much familiar and enamored with. He let out another chuckle when Ken whimpered again and tried to chase after his mouth with his own lips.
Long pale arms circled around his neck as Ken pulled him back in; resulting in Daisuke’s lips resting at the junction of Ken’s neck and shoulder. The taller boy hissed as Daisuke sucked a prominent love mark on the sensitive area. “That’s definitely easier to do.” Daisuke teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to worship the section of skin. “And there’s no way in hell you can cover this up now; babe.”
“I could never hide from you; Daisuke. You’ve always seen me; even when that was the absolute last thing I wanted.” Ken’s eyes twisted shut and his arms tightened around Daisuke’s neck as he seemed to melt into the feelings of pleasure. He hissed as Daisuke ran his tongue up the side of his neck; then took his earlobe between his teeth and pulled.
Reluctantly; Ken pushed on Daisuke’s shoulder, trying to get some distance between them and to bring his insatiable boyfriend back around before he spoke. When he did; his voice came out in small, shallow gasps. “Dai, as amazing as this is; and I am in no way complaining, I’m going to suggest we move this somewhere a little more comfortable than our living room couch.” He not so subtly shot his eyes over Daisuke’s shoulder towards their bedroom; knowing that even in his hormone driven stupor, Daisuke would get the hint.
Ken watched as his words clicked into place; Daisuke’s eyes clearing slightly from their lust filled haze. Unfortunately; that clarity didn’t seem to extend to giving Ken a warning as Daisuke unceremoniously scooped him up and started carrying him down the hallway over his shoulder.
Ken let out a yelp which quickly turned to giggles as he tried to keep his balance. Several picture frames and knicknacks were knocked out of place as they made their way down the hall. Oh well; they’d just fix them in the morning; it’d wouldn’t be the first time and if Daisuke had anything to say about it, it definitely wouldn’t be the last.