He can’t help but laugh at the Japanese being whispered to him.
Tsuna must really be struggling to speak Italian if his accent’s so
thick and he keeps switching back and forth between it and his
native tongue, so Reborn decides to cut the younger a break,
a rare smile creeping across his face at the kiss. This time it is
Reborn who’s doing the cuddling, nuzzling the mafia boss’s neck,
lips pressed against tender skin.” I missed you too. “ He answers in Japanese rather than Italian.
” Don’t worry, I’ll stay. I won’t leave you again. “ He doesn’t promise
because he knows he can’t, he knows that he’s going to leave on
yet another mission at some point, but at the moment he wished
to appease Tsuna, nothing more. “ Of course, that means you have
to stay, too. Every time you leave my sight I get concerned. “ It
was nice, talking to Tsuna like this. He was much more honest
while intoxicated than when Reborn spoke to him during the day,
which in itself was disconcerting.
and he presses even closer, shivering – because his neck is sensitive and reborn knows that and then he’s sighing because reborn is really, really warm and he just can’t get close enough.
’ i’ll never leave your side again – ’ an intoxicated promise that revealed perhaps a bit too much, but he’s too drunk to care, clumsy fingers searching out slivers of warm skin – brushing against the soft skin of reborn’s wrist reverently, a gentle caress at the hollow of reborn’s throat –
and he’s back to murmuring things softly in japanese, lips moving against reborn’s shoulder, his entire body loose-limbed and pilant. ’ i’ll stay with you always. i promise. ‘
