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"i like being close to you. you’re warm." + suegiku

"we have to make this quick" + fukumori

suegiku + “i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

Jôno opting to snuggle against him and burrowing deeper inside the covers instead of even attempting to reach for his pajamas to put it back on was by no means a novelty at that point. That didn’t mean Tetchô felt any less blessed because he pretty much expected at that point. Quite the opposite, since it only took him the same split second as always to start beaming.

“One would say you’d be used to this by now.” His partner commented, evidently having not missed any of the telltale signs; that would never happen, less of all being so physically close.

“Strictly speaking, I am.” Tetchô shrugged, slightly.

“Oh, you are?” Amusement spilled from Jôno’s words more than evidently. “Doesn’t seem like it to me, honestly.” Sure, he was smiling as if he had just received a medal, and his heartbeat quickly matched the way he felt. But that didn’t mean Tetchô wasn’t used to it, not really.

He was. His reactions just didn’t get tamer with time.

“I know it’s coming and it doesn’t shock me. It simply fills me with so much joy I can’t stop myself. And I don’t want to, either.” He replied, lifting both arms to wrap his partner in them. On the way, one of his hands brushed a bite mark on Jôno’s thigh he had asked for during Tetchô’s journey to pleasure him, and he couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction too.

“Good.” Was all Jôno replied about that topic, because Tetchô lingering a bit tracing said mark apparently called for a change. “Don’t go all smug, though.”

“Am not.” He immediately said; ‘smug’ was, definitely, not the best term to describe his current mood-- or rather, not until Jôno’s words prompted him to, since he had a counter-attack. “That wasn’t what you said before, though.”

As a response, his boyfriend opted to pinch his arm with intensity, something which felt more like playful retaliation than downright punishment.

“Don’t go all smug.” He repeated, as if a compliment wasn’t coming right after it. “You have reasons to be, still. Sure.” Jôno then huffed, in a way that Tetchô had learned to register as feigning indignation. And yet, he placed a soft kiss to the top of Jôno’s head, partly to play the game and pretend to pacify him when there was no need to, partly simply for the sake of it.

fukumori + “we have to make this quick”

“We have to make this quick.” Fukuzawa said, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious; not only would Ranpo not be out forever, but he was supposed to arrive in a few hours at most. Likely less, since he was always rather quick when it came to solving anything, and Natsume had assured he would take the kid directly back home after.

Sure, perhaps not even him could resist Ranpo’s plea for snacks, but still.

“Then, what are you stalling for, Fukuzawa-dono?” Mori then asked, smirking mischievously and tugging at his haori to get him closer.

The kiss which followed was deep and urgent, as if waiting even a millisecond more would mean not being able to do it at all. And right after, or rather since it started, other things got unleashed.

Instead of keeping on pulling towards himself, next Mori’s gesture was yanking not only the haori but every layer of clothes underneath it-- a motion that swiftly started getting Fukuzawa’s chest exposed. The mild chill his skin registered at getting uncovered, though, was instantly replaced by the burn of his partner’s touch… and they were just starting. Such a thought prompted him to make a move, not just due to the need for hurrying because of external reasons but also due to his own ever increasing wanting; before taking care of anything else, his hands lowered until reaching Mori’s waistband, then continued to unbutton his pants.

“Not bad.” Fukuzawa heard against his ear, teasing as usual and more in contexts like the current one. “Keep up, please.”

Of course, he didn’t have to be told twice.

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