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Hanamiya Makoto came from a well to do family with a long line of doctors. He rarely met with family because everyone had more important things to do – some had long hours of shift work, some had hospital operations to oversee, and others were directors of the various branches scattered around the nation.
He hated the festive season because that was when his family would gather and check in on him to make sure he was upholding the family name.
He was an only son to the eldest son.
“I’m proud of you, Makoto. I know you have no need for words like these but it has to be said.”
Hanamiya Makoto gave a formal bow to his Grandfather in acknowledgement. “I appreciate it.”
“And you’re sure you want to continue staying in Tokyo? You’re always welcomed to move back to the family home should you choose it. There are opportunities ready for you here.”
“I’m sure.” Makoto held back a glare. He had plans in Tokyo, he had Tetsuya to go home to.
His grandfather frowned, as if he knew what Makoto was thinking about. “Very well. Remember, we do not allow things to hold us down, we excel above others, we break expectations. You are our heir, and you will uphold these values.” You’d better not have some girl waiting for you back in Tokyo those things are beneath you.
Makoto disengaged his middle finger but hid it well as he gave his grandfather another bow.
It was a load of bullshit formalities. As if he had any respect for this man, who took over the family hospital business and charged for profits; who abandoned his sickly wife because she was taking up too much of his time.
He who taught Makoto that the weak were worthless and only there for them to benefit from.
Fuck, he hated meeting his family during the festive season.
Also, this year, he felt even more frustrated and annoyed because he had to leave Tetsuya behind in Tokyo with those overly affectionate colour pencils. People tend to be more nostalgic and touchy and emotional over the festive period which means more emotional, touchy, nostalgic cretins around his Tetsuya.
Especially that cunning, piece of shit, red-headed, sneaky, twitchy-fingered, full of himself-
Okay. Whatever. He could trust Tetsuya to handle himself.
He could also trust Momoi Satsuki to get shit done.
Makoto was halfway through the first course of dinner when the first text from Satsuki came in.
‘Photo of a mistletoe by his front door. Ryouta-kun’s idea. Protect Tetsu-kun is a go! – The pink one.’
He almost snorted into his green tea. Typical, so very typical. The mistletoe trap was one of the scenarios they had anticipated and planned for. Things should go as expected.
‘It’s a fucking mistletoe. You guys know what to do.’ Hanamiya sent it to his group of friends. Hopefully there would be enough eyes to watch out for any funny business.
He was halfway through his fish course when the next message came in:
‘Reinforcement 1 has arrived. T1- Kasamatsu, blocked yellow, mistletoe. – The pink one.’
‘T2 – Imaysoshi, blocked blue, could’ve been a very tipsy Tetsu-kun. – The pink one.’
Hanamiya’s brow twitched in irritation. It was only the start of the party how had he lost 10,000 yen already?! And really, trying to get Tetsuya drunk was something on his to do list once Tetsuya turned of age. No one was taking that away from him.
‘Do whatever you must. Reinforcement 2 should be arriving in 5. – Makoto-kun.’
‘Reinforcement 2 has arrived. T3 – Furuhashi, blocked yellow, mistletoe. – The pink one.’
‘Fucking mistletoe. – Makoto-kun.’
‘Green’s lucky item of the day. There’s no running away from fate, Makoto-kun! – The pink one.’
Urgh. Fine. At least nothing had happened to his Tetsuya so far. All was well.
His father asked about school so Hanamiya kept his phone away, an alarm for half an hour set to vibration and ready to alert him for the main antagonist to arrive.
By the time he reached the noodle dish, his alarm buzzed just as Momoi’s message arrived.
‘T4 – Hara, blocked red, mistletoe. You’d better pay him back with your life, Makoto-kun, this man sacrificed a lot for you. – The pink one.’
Oh fuck. Poor Hara. What a good man. What a short life.
‘He will be missed. Any recommendations for a new forward to fill his position? – Makoto-kun.’
‘Let’s give him until the end of the week to fight for survival. There’s a chance he might make it. Also, see attached photo of yellow, blue and red snuggled on your couch with Tetsu-kun. – The pink one.’
What the hell?! Makoto zoomed into the image to take a closer look at all the stupid sticky skittles surrounding his boyfriend.
‘Fuck. Account for all 12 limbs. Make sure none are touching him inappropriately. – Makoto-kun.’
‘Checked and checked. All clear. – The pink one.’
Urgh. Still, the image irritated him. Why did Tetsuya have to be so snuggly with his friends? Urgh. Whatever. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth because it wasn’t appropriate of him to show that much emotion at the dinner table. His grandfather was giving him side glances already so he’d better watch himself.
Urgh. Tetsuya always brought up his unreasonable side.
“Makoto, is everything alright?” His father asked and all eyes turned to him. He made sure to wipe every emotion from his face before turning to reply.
“Of course, Father. Is there anything wrong?”
“You seem distracted that’s all.”
Makoto knew better than to make an excuse so he just replied with a “hmm.”
“Makoto, tell us about your final school year and what are your plans moving forward.” His mother forced a smile and gave everyone a new topic to focus on. He snorted. She was really one for ‘saving-face’ while his father was more disciplined focused.
“Certainly, Mother.” Makoto proceeded to give a summary of what courses in University he had set his sight on as well as a brief run through of his grades this year. He didn’t bother talking about basketball because it was something his family didn’t really approve of. He didn’t even think of mentioning Tetsuya because his family didn’t care about whatever friends or relationships he formed during his time away.
Whatever. He just needed to achieve the milestones set out for him and they would leave him be.
His phone continued to buzz as he focused on the family dinner.
Why was it buzzing so much?
Fuck. He hoped everything was going fine.
His Father followed up by speaking about which courses would be beneficial for taking over the family business. His grandfather then added on by talking about the political scene and which direction the family hospital should take in the year ahead.
Makoto rolled his eyes but made sure to hide it by lowering his head.
He also took the chance to pull out his phone and saw he had a load of messages from Momoi, Hara, Imayoshi, Seto, and Tetsuya himself.
He quickly raised his head to acknowledge something his father had said and slipped his phone away. He needed to keep calm, push away the anxiety, the channel forth his indifferent mask.
Urgh. Tetsuya was really making him lose his focus.
The next hour was torture as he was forced into a discussion with his Father, Uncles, and Grandfather. His phone continued to buzz and his hand twitched every single time it happened.
Finally, when dessert was served, he took the chance to check his phone once again. He opened the text from Tetsuya first:
‘Mako-tan, hope dinner is going well. Please do not worry about things back at home, everything is under control. – Tetsu-tan.’
Typical of Tetsuya to not include much details. Whatever, he’d hear all about it from Momoi.
‘Image of Imayoshi with an arm around Tetsuya, Kasamatsu flanking on the other side, Otsubo with a deep frown in a debate with Akashi. Tetsu-kun has defused the situation with red. No worries! Seijuro-kun doesn’t seem too flirty with Tetsu-kun when you’re not around. All is well. – The pink one.’
‘Photo of Aomine draped over Tetusya’s shoulder at the dining table. Don’t worry, Dai-chan knows his limits. All is well. – The pink one.’
‘Photo of Tetsuya squished between Kise and Aomine on the sofa, laughing out loud at the members of Kirisaki Daiichi, all whom lost their poker chips to a smirking Akashi. All is well. – The pink one.’
‘Photo of Tetsuya chatting and smiling with Midorima, Murasakibara and Takao at the dining table. Green and Purple confirmed to be neutral with Tetsu-kun. All is well. – The pink one.’
‘Selfie of Momoi and Tetsuya smiling with Aomine and Kise photobombing in the background. All is well. – The pink one.’
Fuck. Okay. He needed to crop these photos and save the ones of Tetsuya smiling. They hardly took any photos together and it was rare to get a photo of his boyfriend being so happy. Switching over to the other messages he received, they revealed mostly complaints from his team.
‘You fucking owe me. – Hara.’
‘You fucking owe us. The red one robbed us over poker. – Seto.’
As well as some unimportant taunts from Imayoshi.
‘Photo of Tetsuya holding a can of beer and a cigarette. What have you been teaching your little bunny huh? Isn’t he a little too young for this behaviour? Tsk tsk. – Imayoshi.’
Makoto snorted and decided that this photo was going to be featured on his lock screen.
As the dinner came to a close, Makoto was dismissed back to his room in the estate. He wasn’t expected to show his face in the morning so he made sure to buy a ticket for the first train back to Tokyo.
Another message came in from Momoi just then:
‘T5 – Takao, blocked red, mistletoe. – The pink one.’
What the?
‘How the fuck did he even know? – Makoto-kun.’
’He’s got his Hawk-eye vision. Anyway, you would have loved to see this: Green and Purple both insulted Red who tried to steal your scarf and a kiss from Tetsu-kun. He looked quite chastised and embarrassed. – The pink one.’
‘Fuck that’s amazing. You did well. – Makoto-kun.’
‘We’ve all left now! Thanks for allowing us to use your house, Makoto-kun! We had fun! See you tomorrow, right? I’m sure you’ll be on the first train back so you better make it for street ball tomorrow! – The pink one.’
How did she even know? Tch. Whatever. He should have known better than to underestimate this woman now.
Looking back, he didn’t understand how he was now consistently included in all their colourful little outings and activities.
Huh.
Just last week he had Okonomiyaki with the green one and the yellow one with Tetsuya.
And before that, he had a study session with Satsuki, Tetsuya and the useless blue one.
And before that, he had to attend a casual luncheon with Tetsuya, the red one, the green one and the purple one. Well, that was because he wanted to keep an eye out on the sneaky twitchy-fingered red one but anyway…
Since when had he become part of the colour pencil gang?!
Fuck.
He needed to re-evaluate his life choices.
Then again, he knew he wouldn’t change anything because he would always choose Tetsuya. His fucking gem of a boyfriend, Tetsuya, who was alone in his apartment, probably sleeping naked and waiting for him to come home.
God he was becoming so sappy as well.
Fuck.
Tetsuya really brought out the worst of him.
Also, fuck his family and their stupid reminders that he needed to be better than others and focus on the business and whatever.
Whatever. He really couldn’t wait to leave this bullshit behind and get back to Tetsuya.
His Tetsuya who reminded him to stop using ‘fuck’ so often, who always made him look for the positive side of things, who reminded him to be kind and reasonable, who made him play nicely with his pile of coloured pencils.
His Tetsuya really brought out the best in him.
Four in the morning and he was out of the estate and into the first train leaving at five. By the time he made it home, it was nine and Tetsuya was having a lazy lie in.
First things first, he took off his coat and plopped down straight onto Tetsuya, face smooshed into the side of the other’s neck, relishing in the familiar smell of his bed mixed with Tetsuya’s own sweet scent. It got his heart pumping and tingles crept up his neck.
“Welcome home, Mako-tan.” Tetsuya started stroking his hair.
His tired brain could only reply with an “urghhhh.”
“I’m guessing the family gathering didn’t go too well?”
He gave a shrug. Tetsuya chuckled.
Rolling onto his back, he spread starfish not caring if he smacked into the other’s face. He wanted some TLC. Why wasn’t his Tetsuya getting a move on?
“Oi… Tetsu-tan. Get to work.” He grumbled, one eye peeking over to judge what mood his boyfriend was in.
“I missed you too, silly.” Tetsuya proceeded to crawl out from under the blankets and thank god he was really naked under there. Makoto watched hungrily as his lover moved to remove his socks, pants, and shirt for him. The gremlin actually took his sweet time to fold his pants and shirt, then took his socks to the laundry basket in the bathroom.
He held back a whine. Really, Tetsuya loved being a little shit.
At his own pace, Tetsuya finally crawled on top, lithe body moving gracefully and finally settling warm over Makoto’s crotch. Leaning down, Tetsuya finally deemed it time to grace him with some kisses. Cold lips nibbled first then pushed hard and whole against Makoto’s lips, just like how Makoto taught him, just like how Makoto liked it.
Yes. Tetsuya learnt it all from him, for him. Just for him alone, catered to his likes and dislikes.
The thought alone sent a trail of heat blazing through him as he finally decided to participate more in their foreplay. Arcing upwards, he pushed into the kiss and pulled Tetsuya down with a hand behind the other’s neck. His tongue plunged into Tetsuya’s, tasting the roof and gums knowing it would make Tetsuya moan loudly. This man was his, and he could lick and bite to his heart’s content.
Tetsuya moans were loud, not holding back. He started to grind down in circles, setting a pace that was not too intense but satisfying enough to send periodic tingles down Makoto’s toes and tremors through his thighs.
Fuck. Fuck.
He wanted to make every moment last longer. But he also wanted to chase the pleasure. He also wanted to hear Tetsuya’s whines and whimpers as he squirmed helplessly beneath Makoto’s bigger body-
But apparently today was not the time for that as Tetsuya proceeded to hold Makoto’s arms over his head, teeth going straight to Makoto’s shoulder for a bite.
Makoto groaned loudly, the shock disabling him from holding back.
Okay. Tetsuya was in this kind of a mood. Change of plans.
“Last night… The entire night…” Tetsuya started as he continued to bite a trail down Makoto’s arms one at a time. The pain sending electrifying shocks to his cock. “People kept trying their luck with me and I was constantly thinking ‘oh how angry Mako-tan would be if he could see this. How possessive Mako-tan would be if he were here.’”
Tetsuya moved to his ribs and oh fuck yes this was the zone… his sensitive zone. Fuck he felt like he could come already fuck!
“But you weren’t here last night and yet you still showed how possessive you were, so much so that your friends blocked any advances all night long. Each time made me love you, be impressed by you, feel so owned by you so much more.”
He moaned long and loud when Tetsuya moved to his cock, and instead of sucking it like a good boy should, the gremlin squeezed it and moved it to the side to started nibbling down the side of his thigh instead, cock still in hand and squeezed like fuckkk. Tetsuya’s hot mouth continued to ignore his leaking cock and instead licked wet trails along his thigh, his balls. The squeezing though, was driving him crazy with want.
“And it had me thinking all night long - how my lover owns me so well that all his friends, and now all of mine, know that even when he isn’t presently around, I’m his.”
Tetsuya had reached under the sheets for the lube (what was it doing there?) and started to slick up Makoto’s shaft. He did such a thorough job that by the end of his long-ass speech, Makoto was the one whining for more.
“So I spent all night thinking about how to show my appreciation for Mako-tan’s efforts. I made sure to prepare myself for when he comes back home.”
Ahh. So that’s why the lube was under the sheets. Tetsuya had fucking fucked himself on his own fingers and slicked the fuck up to prepare for this.
“And I wanted to show Mako-tan that as much as he owns me, I own him too.”
Tetsuya lined up and sank down fast and hard onto Makoto’s cock, his hole warm and fucking tight all around him, ate him up and sucked him in, fuck it felt amazing and what was that he said what?
Fuckkkk.
“Tetsuya fuckkkk.”
“What a dirty mouth my Makoto has. Haven’t I taught you not to be so vulgar?” Tetsuya pulled up, waited a good fucking five seconds before slamming back down again. Makoto heard himself wheeze and couldn’t help but buck up and up and up but there was no friction to be had. Fuck. Tetsuya needed to fucking move but he wouldn’t and god Tetsuya was controlling the pace and it was fucking hot but damn it he needed more!
“Tetsuya, move!”
“Mmm. But I like it like this, Mako-tan.”
“Fuck damn it!”
“Mako-tan…”
“Urghh.” He whined and squirmed. He loved it but also hated it when Tetsuya was on top. Fuck it was hot but he was such a teasing asshole, literally!
“Please.” Makoto locked eyes with Tetsuya and he knew his lover was as gone as he was.
“Mmm. Of course, my love, you only had to ask.” And then the little shit starts to ride him like a fucking pro because that was how Makoto taught him and fuck fuck fuck it was amazing, just how he liked it. He felt Tetsuya squeezing tighter and the pace speeding up and shit he just needed a little more…
Tetsuya must have seen it in his eyes because the other suddenly grabbed at his hair and yanked.
“Makoto, come for me.”
And he did. Fuck! Heat swelled around him as he released straight into his lover, an impossible tightness surrounded him so amazingly as Tetsuya came, cum splattering across Makoto’s chest and under his chin.
It was another one of those days and Makoto loved it.
He felt drained, but the perky blue-haired gremlin above him shimmy-ed happily and smiled. Damn his Tetsuya’s smiles were cute and contagious.
“Mako-tan?” Tetsuya’s fingers combed through his hair.
“Hmm?” he felt like a well-loved pet.
“Welcome home.”
“Mnn.” He smiled back, gone.