You were just so... pretty.

Suguru could barely believe you were his, letting him see you like this, touch you, have you.

Your skin, soft and warm and flushed, pressed against his; delicate limbs tangled with his stronger ones, bodies wrapped around each other.

Your hair was splayed across the pillow, messily forming into a fitting halo around your divine form.

Your hips were meeting in tender kisses, and you were taking him so well.

He couldn't help it.

He wanted to capture this moment, needed to have this breathtaking sight available to him whenever he feels that familiar longing for you.

His hand leaves your hip to grab his phone, quickly opening the camera and taking a picture.