#8033

‘’Man, I’m beat,’’ Yamamoto whines, trying to jab the stiffness on his shoulders away. He used to think his baseball practice was though but it was nothing compared to carrying an endless amount of boxes filled to the brim all day. 

Ryohei hums in response, eyes darting around their new living room curiously. ‘’We still have to unpack though,’’ he reminds, and Yamamoto groans, ‘’if we work extremely hard, we can unpack the boxes upstairs at least.’’

‘’We have that meeting to attend, though,’’ Yamamoto says. His eyebrows furrow together in thought as he considers Ryohei’s suggestion. No matter how fast they were, they wouldn’t make it in time. ‘’We don’t have time to unpack all of that.’’

‘’If we unpack to the extreme—’’

‘’We still won’t make it in time,’’ Yamamoto says and leans to give a soft kiss on Ryohei’s cheek in an attempt to calm him down. It works because Ryohei falls silent immediately. ‘’What we do have time for is a shower and we both need that.’’

‘’Why do you always have to be right?’’

Yamamoto merely laughs at the pouting man and pulls him in for a slow kiss. No matter how sweetly he tries to kiss Ryohei, he always responds with passion. 

This time was no different. 

It used to catch Yamamoto off guard but now his eagerness was something he had grown accustomed to. Ryohei without an unhealthy dose of passion in everything he did wasn’t the man Yamamoto fell in love with. 

As Ryohei tries to deepen the kiss, Yamamoto gathers all the willpower he has and pulls away, placing his hand against Ryohei’s chest. ‘’If we don’t have time to unpack then we certainly don’t have time for...this.’’

Yamamoto’s hand does close to nothing at stopping Ryohei as he leans in and places another short kiss on his lips. ‘’I have no idea what you mean,’’ Ryohei lies, batting eyelashes at his boyfriend to feign innocence. This time when he leans in, Yamamoto places his hand against the man’s lips and tries to hold him back.

‘’Yes, you do,’’ Yamamoto huffs, painfully aware of the redness spreading on his cheeks. ‘’We need to get ready. Now.’’

Ryohei groans, but nods in defeat. ‘’You’re right,’’ Ryohei agrees, though it comes out muffled because of Yamamoto’s hand blocking his words.  ‘’We can’t let Sawada down.’’ 

Thank god, Yamamoto thinks to himself as Ryohei gets up, pulling him along. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could’ve resisted Ryohei. The man made him weak like that. 

‘’Then, I’ll go in first,’’ Ryohei says and retreats to the bathroom, leaving Yamamoto alone. He looks around once, twice, and a slow smile spreads on Yamamoto’s lips. 

This was going to be the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, he realizes.