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"Does it ever get too annoying?"
"You're going to have to be more specific, Mamoru. I'm certain I'm fighting off a new migraine weekly if not daily. Does having Fudou for a business partner drive me crazy? Of course. Does Yuuka swapping my penguin plushies with her teddy bears get annoying? Well, yes."
Shuuya's voice bounces around the apartment walls to reach them in the bedroom "We know you love it really!"
Yuuto stutters and stops, thrown off his rhythm. He coughs lightly to collect himself.
"As I was saying, you need to specify. Unless you're talking about your feet dangling above our pillows?" He twists around and away from the mirror to cock an eyebrow at the keeper.
He turns sheepish as he pushes himself up and swings his legs around to sit up straight and cross legged at the foot of the bed. "Your hair, I mean. I know I'm not fashionable like you and Shuuya anyway, but I'd go insane if my hair was in my face all the time. It's why I wear my headband. So, I was just wondering, do you ever get tempted to just cut it all off?"
He would be horrified at the mere thought if he believed that was a genuine suggestion, but he knows Mamoru's question only comes from a sense of curiosity. The huff that he let's out falls somewhere between laughter and disbelief as he turns back to the mirror to finish tying up his hair.
"I don't think I can imagine myself with short hair in all honesty. And keeping it tied back keeps it out of my face just fine."
"Hmmmm. That's true, I can't imagine it either. How about putting it up in a bun then?"
He twists quicker this time, perplexed at Mamoru's sudden interest in his hair, only to see a rare meek expression and blush across his cheeks. It causes excitement to bubble up and overshadow any other emotion he was previously feeling as he realises that, for the first time in a while, he has the ability to fluster his partner.
Normally Mamoru, and more notably Shuuya, are the ones with the upper hand. He has gotten better over the years, and he would be lying if he said he didn't like the dynamic they had, but a chance to turn the tables is far too tempting to pass up.
Without anymore promoting he works the elastic in his hands with dexterous fingers and pulls his hair up into a full bun that leaves his neck exposed.
"Like this?"
His eyes are half-lidded and coy in a way that, combined with the new look, leaves Mamoru mesmerised. He just sits there and stares before he pushes himself up and off the bed to stride towards Yuuto. The way the muscles on his arms flex at the movement pulls Yuuto in as if he were hypnotised until they meet in the middle mere inches from each other.
"Yeah, exactly like that." The keeper murmurs before leaning in to kiss him slow and soft. Hands that hover on his hips travel up his waist and fingers dance along his shoulder blades before lingering lightly on his neck. The texture of callused fingers on his smooth skin bring a fire up to the surface, mind numbing and all-consuming.
His eyelids flutter at the sensation but snap open as he feels those bold and confident fingers comb into his hair and force various strands to fall out of place. The two pull away as they realise what has happened, as if the hair tie was holding more than hair together.
With an exasperated huff and a healthy blush on his cheeks Yuuto pulls the remaining hair out and leaves the hair tie abandoned on the bedside table. When he looks back at his partner, he notices how his lips are parted and his eyes are slightly wide. It makes him want to lean back in for more, but that would mean that neither would be able to speak, and he wants to hear what Mamoru has to say.
"Yeah, your hair would be wasted cut short. It's nicer like this." Is uttered into the quiet of the room as a hand reaches out and pushes the disheveled hair out of his face. It's soothing and relaxing until the hand pauses at the back of his head, grips tightly, and pulls his head back in for a rougher, more passionate kiss.
It doesn't matter what Mamoru gives, because Yuuto has always given back just as much of his very being back. So he slides his hands into dark brown roots and finds that orange headband to throw it off his head with vigour, and just when he feels Mamoru is about to pull back, he holds tight to keep him in place.
It's far more exhilarating than Yuuto had planned for a late Sunday morning, but getting Mamoru so worked up and flustered is an opportunity he could never pass up.
As they pull apart but still keep each other drawn close, Mamoru rests his forehead against the playmaker. Loose dreadlocks fall around them, shutting everything out so they can only see the other's eyes staring deeply back into their own.
And that's why they miss Shuuya walking into the bedroom, footsteps thumping with purpose on the wooden flooring before crossing onto carpeted bedroom territory.
"C'mon you two I know you heard me. Breakfast is rea- oh."
The two continue to rest their foreheads together but turn in sync to look at the striker. One set of eyes are curious, the other sheepish. He would ask if they were okay, but the blush on their cheeks, the quick rise and fall of their shoulders as they breathe, and the orange headband at his feet tell him all he needs to know.
He lifts an eyebrow in question at them
"So you would leave your hardworking husband to make you breakfast while you both makeout in our bedroom? What am I Cinderella?"
As Mamoru stands up straight he scratches his head, the grin on his face a little bashful. "Haha, sorry Shuuya, I suppose we got carried away."
Yuuto scoffs altogether unperturbed by Shuuya's teasing. "And you're getting carried away with that analogy. I don't know what book you were reading as a kid but it definitely wasn't Cinderella."
A laugh slips from Shuuya's lips as he takes in the role reversal in front of him. He would come up with some retort, but seeing those red eyes so bright and confident and sure, he can't find it within himself to fluster the other like he normally would.
"Yeah, yeah. Just come eat before it gets cold. You two can continue whatever you had going after, yeah?"
Sensing an opportunity Mamoru scoops his headband off the floor and stands up tall in front of Shuuya. Looking up he smiles wide with a glint in his eyes. "Sounds good, hope you're ready to try some different hairstyles later then."
He shoots a wink over his shoulder as he speeds to the kitchen while Yuuto calmly follows, leaving the model to be standing bewildered in the bedroom.
He has no clue what he's just gotten himself into, but he knows if he gets to see more of Yuuto's signature devilish smirk, there could never be an ounce of regret in his mind.