(NSFW for triggery things and eventual sex.)With his recent...attack, Kuronue's mind was still fresh with hurt, and as unstable as he was, he was getting better. The physical wounds had healed, for all he now had new scars and some holes in his wings. If he bowed his head and looked down at himself all he could see lining his skin was the pink scarred flesh that mapped his life's worst transgressions. He didn't want to look down and feel guilt at his own body, at the thing between his legs, at how he'd spent the first century of his life. He wanted to be able to touch without guilt, anxiety, fear. He wanted to be touched without flinching, without his mind jumping back into that cage, or the bed he'd spent so long chained to, the bad times with Kurama, or the Shrieking Shack.
More than anything, he wanted to be able to love his mate, and show it to him, through his body as well as his mind. Sex was such a large part of their relationship, and without he felt like he was dead in the water. Drifting. It wasn't....right.
Yukimura hadn't really left him alone, and for that he was glad, but he needed to spend some time getting things from his own room. He left the door open, got a bag, put all the clothes from his chests into it, the other small things he'd brought with him. Miyako lived with the owls these days, but he still left his room accessible to her, with fruit and a dark place for her to sleep if she needed it. Taking his bag, he went to Yukimura's room and let himself in, went straight to the wardrobe and started putting his clothes in there.
"I know you need time with Sasuke, so I'm not moving all my stuff, but...I mean, I hardly spend time there anyway and..." he looked down at the black leather pants in his hand and ran his fingers along the smooth skin of the waistband. "For the moment, this is the only way I can show you how much I love you."
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