i feel like a monster.

His brow furrowed, and he found it hard to stay his hand from reaching out to brush the hair from Kou’s eyes.

“Is that wise? I might hurt you,” he fretted. He wanted nothing more than to take the other into his arms and shield him from whoever had done this to him. He squeezed his hand back before very reluctantly letting go. “I’ll go and get something to ease the pain, then. And if you’re sure, I would like to…’snuggle’.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to Kou’s as he had done with Aoba so many times before. A quiet assurance that he’d be back. He headed out of the room to look for the painkillers.

And, again, he was back as quickly as humanly possible with the medicine and a glass of water. “Can you sit up?” he asked.

Such pleasant gestures made him feel warm and fuzzy despite the pain still lingering in his body. Ren was so nice and sweet, a drowsy smile making it’s way to Kou’s face as he lay there following the gentle actions.

Ren was gone and back in a flash anyway, prompting him to sit up.

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He nodded. ‘I made myself some earlier, before I fell asleep on you,’ he signed with a chuckle. ‘How is it?’

Nowhere near as good as Granny used to, but hey, he’d tried, at least.

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‘We’re a little behind schedule, since I couldn’t wake you up the first time,’ the angel signed with a chuckle as Koujaku talked with his mouth full, carefully sitting at the foot of his bed. ‘But that doesn’t really matter. We’re not really strapped for time.’

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He chuckled.

‘It’s your birthday. I’m not just gonna not spoil you,’ he replied, setting the tray on the bed in front of him. ‘You’re not going anywhere all day. I’ve got a movie set up in the living room, some new stuff for the bath, lunch and dinner planned, and I even called in to work. You’re stuck with me for the whole day.’

“Wasn’t a complaint.” Koujaku moved to pick up the tray and set it on his lap carefully, slowly beginning to eat the more he woke up. Though he set the coffee mug on the bedside table first so as not to spill it.

He wasn’t sure at first how it’d be taken, maybe a bit antsy about even propositioning it in the first place. But Aoba despite squirming a bit against his hold briefly, moved up against him once again. That told him about all he needed to know, though from here he had to decide which method to actually go with.

“And you’re sure you’re up for it? I’ve been wanting to try for a while.” He said, despite the need evident in his own voice now. He rested their foreheads together for the moment.

And squirm he did as he felt Koujaku’s hands tighten lightly on his wrists, returning the motion of his hips. His teeth set lightly in the other man’s lip, playfully tugging at it before kissing him hard again. Koujaku was right; he was needy.

He smiled softly and got up, kissing his forehead before heading out of the room to make breakfast. He yawned hugely as he headed for the kitchen.

Not long after he came back in with a tray of the aforementioned eggs and bacon, plus a mug of coffee. He set that down before leaning in to kiss him awake again.

Nestled almost completely into the blankets once Aoba had returned, his eyes fluttered slightly and he pulled himself up a bit to lean into the kiss. He felt as though he was being spoiled, murmuring against his lips, “I didn’t expect this much.”

He managed to stick out his tongue before Koujaku leaned in for the kiss, then wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. He tilted his head slightly to get a better angle. His knees came up to lightly squeeze Koujaku’s sides.

Aoba scowled a bit and set the cake aside, then gestured for the door, deciding that maybe he should make an actual breakfast.

‘Eggs and bacon?’ he asked.

He chuckled softly before sitting down, letting himself sink down into the mattress. He looked up with needy eyes at his boyfriend, gesturing for him to come closer.

Aoba came awake slowly, at first resisting and burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck. He finally pushed himself up and glanced around, suddenly noticing the cake he’d left on the nightstand.

Grabbing the cake he proffered it to Koujaku, almost apologetically.

Aoba closed his eyes and felt himself relax under Koujaku’s fingers, shallowly moving his hips forward–almost goading his boyfriend to go further. The teasing only served to make him a little impatient.

Which, he supposed, was sort of the point.

He nodded and eagerly followed Koujaku to the bedroom, reaching out to grab his hand on the way. He wanted nothing more than to return Koujaku’s favor of pinning him against the wall, but anticipation made him restrain himself, wanting to know what the other had in mind.

‘The bed?’ he pointed.