#kuratetsu

Youichi turned his ear towards the wall above their heads, the one that was shared with the apartment next to theirs.

"They're done having sex," he said.

"They just started," Tetsu said.

They both listened for a few seconds, waiting to see if the sounds leaking through from the other apartment would resume. It was technically possible that their neighbors might've stopped to grab a condom or change positions but the longer the silence went on, the more likely it was that they were done all together.

Youichi shook his head, turning back to rest his chin on Tetsu's shoulder.

"Poor Minazumi-chan," he said. "She's really nice and pretty. She deserves to have sex for longer than one Mario Kart race."

"You're assuming," Tetsu said.

"Oh, I know," Youichi argued. He laughed when Tetsu looked at him. "This happens every time. We've never heard them have sex for longer than ten minutes. He probably doesn't even go down on her."

Tetau frowned. "Youichi."

"You know I'm right."

Tetsu thought about it for a moment, his gaze flitting to the shared wall and back. His expression softened as he settled back against Youichi's chest.

"Poor Minazumi-chan," he said in agreement.

Youichi laughed, kissing Tetsu's cheek.

"We should think of someone to set her up with," he said, grinning when he felt Tetsu nod. He held up his joycon and pointed at the screen. "Ready?"

"Yes."

Youichi checked that Tetsu had both hands on his controller and then he unpaused the game.

Everything resumed all at once, the comfortable quiet of their bedroom and the awkward silence from next door suddenly filling with music and sound effects and characters cheering or bemoaning their fates. Youichi crossed the finish line easily with a big lead over the CPU players. He watched Tetsu play for another minute, using a star he'd been holding for most of the race to propel him into eighth place, which was pretty good for Tetsu.

He turned the switch off as their characters celebrated, pushing the screen and the controllers aside to throw his leg over Tetsu. Youichi pushed a hand under Tetsu's shirt, letting his fingers play over warm, taut muscle.

"You want to see if we can go longer than they did?" he asked with a grin.

"It's not a competition."

Tetsu did a great job of sounding reasonable but his hands still found their way to Youichi, sliding up his legs and helping Youichi off with his shirt. Tetsu's shirt went next, giving Youichi free reign to nip and touch as he leaned forward to kiss Tetsu, his grin meeting Tetsu's subtle amusement. Tetsu pulled him closer as Youichi trailed down to his neck, the unofficial timer starting when Tetsu moaned.