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Takayuki doesn’t expect the hug, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t joyous when he gets it. Masaharu’s weight on him isn’t anything new, and he laughs as his own arms wrap around the other man’s middle to hold him close.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” he asks, tilting his head back to allow Masaharu to tuck his head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. One hand moves up, ruffling lightly through Masaharu’s short cropped hair.

Teasing, Takayuki’s lips brush against his temple as he whispers, “I should tell you I love you more if you didn’t see that coming a mile way.”

“You should tell me you love me more just because,” Masaharu playfully grumbles, voice muffled by the way his face is nuzzled up against his neck. 

Even despite the surprise at Takayuki’s sincere response, Kaito does know that it shouldn’t be such a shock. His partner’s done and said nothing to make him think that there’s nothing but this continuing in their future.

Jin’s hand had flinched back, so Takayuki had mirrored it without a thought. His wide eyes give way to a gentler expression, though, and he nods to himself in understanding.

Both his hands raise in a form of surrender before pushing themselves into the pockets of his jacket where they won’t hurt anybody.

“Sorry.”

He should’ve known better.

“…would it be better for you if you worked alone?”

“No,” Jin blurts out before he can stop himself. 

Still, his gut reaction’s right. If he’s on his own, he knows full well there will be no lengths he won’t go to upon finding the wretch who put this out. Consequences be damned, he’ll rationalize in that moment, should his conscious speak up during that endeavor.

But in reality, he knows not all consequences are worth it.

Yagami walking away isn’t worth it.

“No, I just...” He falls silent for a moment and ducks his head. “Every part of me wants to hut this person down and kill them. I don’t... I don’t want to go back to that.”

“Almost,” Takayuki says, his fingers moving inward to undo Yuu’s first button. “It’s been a long time since I heard you ask nicely, Yuu-san.”

The second button follows. Yuu’s shirt is tight enough that it provides a nice peek of cleavage, made especially erotic as Takayuki looks down at it from above. So, unable to resist, his hand slips into Yuu’s shirt so the fabric molds around him instead.

“Whoa, so hard already…” The tip of his middle finger rubs at his nipple, then meets his index as he pinches and pulls.

“Let’s hear it.” Takayuki kisses Yuu’s temple, then coos a soft, “‘Please, Taka-kun, kiss me. I need you.’“

Yuu wishes he could be humiliated by how easily he submits to Takayuki, but he’s not. There’s a shyness to him as he gazes back up at his husband, certainly, but there’s never any shame.

Shifting just enough, the former teacher shifts upwards to lean in so he’s only a breath away.

“Please, Taka-kun.” His throat clicks as he swallows to meet Takayuki’s gaze once more. “Kiss me. I need you.