Imperfection is perfection

Atobe ran him hands through Tezuka's hair where he lay beneath the brownhaired boy who was kissing a soft trail down his neck. "Kunimitsu.." Atobe whispered softly. "Why do you have to be so perfect?"

Tezuka stared down at the blonde in silence for a few moments. "What do you mean?"

"When you're so perfect, I can't even hide my own faults." Atobe sighed, looking to the side.

A small smile sneaked onto Tezuka's face and he pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead. "Keigo." he said. "Your imperfections make you perfect."

Atobe blinked, looking into the brunette's eyes. "That doesn't even make any sense."

Relaxing on top of the rich boy, Tezuka ran his fingers down his sides. Atobe wasn't aware of it himself, but whenever Tezuka did that, his body always relaxed. It almost made him purr, reminding Tezuka of a satisfied cat. He wouldn't tell Atobe that, though, there was always the risk that the Hyotei-captain would force himself to stop doing it.

"It does, so don't think about it, Keigo."

Atobe nodded and closed his eyes, arms wrapping tightly around Tezuka.

"Thanks, 'mitsu."