#for bed

7. ...to shut them up

“Katsuki.” 

“Stop moving so much.” It’s hard enough trying to pull a sweat-drenched (and beer-stained) t-shirt off a bodybuilder body, but it’s like Eijirou is actively against the thought of sleeping in clean pajamas. 

“No, but,” he protests, tugging the collar back down his face. The back’s already pulled up over his head. He looks like Igor, with a dopey, determined face. “I need you to know- that I love you.” 

His breath still stinks. Katsuki tries not to laugh, but it slips out anyway. “Already know.” 

“No, but-” Eijirou flinches, but lets Katsuki yank the shirt off over his head. “But you waited for me even though you didn’t come out and you have work in the morning and you’re helping me get ready for bed and your hands are so soft and- ah, shit. I love you.” 

“Kaminari always baits you into going too far.” Gently, Katsuki pushes Eijirou onto the corner of the bed, and tosses him the first clean shirt he can find - one of Eijirou’s old ones, with a Crimson Riot logo fading on the front. “And you’ve got work in the morning, too, Ei.” 

When Eijirou’s head pokes out of the shirt, his eyes are practically melting. “And you remembered that for me. You’re so good to me. I love you.” 

Really, Katsuki would rather not get all cheesy over his drunk oaf of a boyfriend’s babbling, but he’s twenty-three. He’s getting soft in his old age. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Before he turns off the light, he pushes Eijirou down by his shoulder, so he lands on the mattress. “Goodnight, Ei.” 

Not even two seconds go by between Katsuki lying down and Eijirou wrapping every one of his limbs around him. A lung-crushing cocoon. “Oh, my god, and I get to sleep with you and wake up with you and-”

“Ei.” 

“-then go to bed with you again tomorrow. Damn. I just can’t believe you stayed up for me. I love you, Katsuki. You’re so manly and you’re so good to me and-” 

“Eijirou.” 

“-and smell nice and I love you-” 

“Hey.” Before Eijirou can say another word, Katsuki tilts his head so his lips land on his. He rests them there just for a few seconds, and as he pulls away, puckers just loud enough to make a point. 

“Goodnight, Eijirou.” 

“Goodnight. Wow. I love you.” 

"I do my hair toss, check my nails, baby how you feelin'? Feeling good as hell," Draco sings along to the radio as he gets ready for bed.