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Kiryu didn't remember ever getting flowers from someone else before. Running his fingers through the rose petals now as he was putting them in a vase, he didn't know how to feel.
Kasuga had handed them to him with the brightest smile, a slight flush on his cheeks and he had felt so, so undeserving of such a smile.
The shower was running and he could hear Kasuga sing, muffled by the noise of the water.
Sometimes he shined so bright that Kiryu could hardly look at him. When they sang karaoke together, sharing drinks and a meal. When alone, in this hotel room, kissing for the sake of kissing only.
Kasuga would kiss him like it was their first kiss every single time. A shy press of lips at first, until Kiryu pulled him closer. Then he would be all eager passion, grasping onto him like he would disappear if he let go.
Kiryu always selfishly pulled him closer, basking in his warmth. Hogging it all to himself, he felt like. Kasuga had so much to give. Trying to figure out why he chose to give it all to Kiryu ate him up at times.
Times like these, staring out of the hotel window, waiting for Kasuga to finish showering.
He ran his fingers over the rose petals one more time before sitting down. His whole body ached at the end of the day, every single day.
It has never been like this before. It wasn't the same pain as getting shot, stabbed or beaten. It ate him up from the inside, no real remedy. Constantly reminding him that his own body was working against him.
What snapped him out of his thoughts was a kiss on his forehead, right between his brows. He didn't even notice how hard he's been furrowing them.
“You’re doing it again,” Kasuga said, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still damp. The Hawaii sun has been doing wonders to him. A nice deep tan, the slightest hint of freckles around his nose. Compared to how sickly Kiryu felt sometimes with his hair silver and face sunken in he thought it was ironic. In some ways Kasuga was the complete opposite of him. He was shining brighter now than he ever had in his life, while Kiryu's flame was already barely hanging on.
“Doing what?”
“Thinking way too much. You furrow your brows like you are going to war or something,” Kasuga said, making his point clear by kissing the same spot again.
Kiryu couldn't help it, he let himself relax, let him in. Let himself be reminded of the promise Kasuga had made. That he wouldn't leave him alone ever again.
Kiryu winced at a surge of pain in his joints before he could respond. He had learned to live with the pain, but at the end of the day it always grew too hard to bear.
“Could you pass me my meds?” He asked and Kasuga was immediately springing up to grab them, along with a glass of water.
Kasuga held the glass for him like he was feeding a baby deer. It made Kiryu feel much too vulnerable. He shouldn't be here to see this, when he could be anywhere else.
He knew exactly what Kasuga would say if he told him that… “I already told you I chose to be here with you Kiryu-san!” He could hear it so clearly in his head, the mental image made him smile. In turn, Kasuga’s concerned expression momentarily dissolved into one mirroring his own.
“What were you thinking about, Kiryu-san?” He asked as he sat next to him, placing the glass on the table.
Kiryu exhaled through his nose slowly, bringing his gaze downwards. He thought about it…for a long moment, yet the words didn't come. He had never been good at expressing his emotions, and it only got worse with time.
“I—I don't know how to say. I don't know if I want to say.” He couldn't look at Kasuga as he spoke. He always felt like he owed him something, much more than he could give, and here he was unable to answer a simple question.
“You don't have to.”
Placing his hand on top of Kiryu's own, Kasuga squeezed a little, resting his head on his shoulder. All Kiryu could do was squeeze back.
Like always, he waited with him until the meds did their magic and the pain dulled down enough to be bearable again, not a single word exchanged between them. Kasuga's warmth was soothing, almost addicting.
Almost as if he could sense the shift in Kiryu, feel his muscles relax, Kasuga raised his head to look at him.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes. Better.”
Kiryu didn't have to force his smile when Kasuga was looking at him with all the tenderness in the world. Maybe…he could allow himself to be selfish a little longer. What else did he have?
“Can I kiss you?” Kasuga asked. It made him laugh.
“Why do you still ask me?”
“Because!” Kasuga gestured wildly with his hands at him, face turning a deep shade of red. “You're so cool and I still can't believe you let me kiss you sometimes...” he mumbled.
Kiryu leaned forward, grabbing Kasuga's chin to pull him close. “Anytime,” he whispered against his lips before pressing them together. He took it slow for Kasuga's sake, because he was nearly vibrating in his grasp, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Pressing a little closer he wrapped one of his arms around Kasuga's neck, tangling his fingers in the unruly curls he loved so much.
“Anytime, really?” Kasuga asked as he pulled away just enough to talk, warm breath against his lips.
Kiryu wanted more of that warmth, he wanted searing hot, to soothe the pain he was feeling.
“Yes,” he hummed, resting his forehead against Kasuga's for a moment, turning his body to fully face him.
In an attempt to try and be even closer, his knee accidentally bumped against Kasuga's crotch and Kiryu's eyes widened in delight at the discovery. “You’re hard,” he stated. “We haven't even done anything yet.”
It made Kasuga choke up, his face turning even redder somehow in shame.
“I'm sorry! You’re so hot, Kiryu-san. What am I supposed to do?”
Kiryu laughed again breathlessly, shaking his head in disbelief. “You know I'm not. Not anymore at least.”
Kasuga stopped in his tracks, suddenly looking very serious, brows furrowed and eyes piercing through him. “Kiryu-san.”
That look made him avert his gaze. It's not like Kasuga hasn't seen him naked before, many times, but it had always been in the heat of the moment when Kiryu couldn't think much about how his body looked, compared to a few years ago. Now, with Kasuga's eyes on him he was overly aware of every wrinkle and mole on his skin. How much skinnier he was since he had gotten sick.
“You can't be serious…” Kasuga whispered in disbelief.
His looks wasn't something that ever concerned him before, but the years have gone by too fast and being with Kasuga, it came with the guilt. He was holding this man hostage by his side and he couldn't even give him what he could have in his prime.
Kiryu looked away, exhaling quietly. “I don't see what is hot about an aging, sick body.”
Kasuga's big warm hand cupped his face and he couldn't help but lean into the touch.
“Let me show you,” he said quietly, but quickly changed up his tone as soon as their eyes met. “I mean—if you want that. Can I? Uhm…please?”
His flustered eagerness was adorable. Turning his face a little, Kiryu pressed a reassuring kiss into his palm. “I told you you don't have to ask. Lead the way.”
Kasuga stood up, wobbling a bit on his feet before reaching out to take a hold of both of Kiryu's hands and lead him towards the bed. Following his lead, Kiryu sat down, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Kasuga slipped it off his shoulders for him, pushing him to lay on his back gently.
Kiryu was happy to comply and let the other man do whatever he wanted, admiring the expression on his face as his eyes roamed his body. It was hard to feel insecure when Kasuga was looking at him like that. Like he had gotten a legendary gacha pull. That stupid thought made Kiryu smile to himself again.
His face ached almost. When was the last time he smiled this much?
In Okinawa.
He chased the memories away, focusing on Kasuga instead. Kisses traveled across his collarbones and down his chest. Soft, slow. Hands came to caress his hips, unbuttoning his pants and he let them, lifting his hips so Kasuga could rid him of every piece of clothing.
He wasn't hard just yet, too lost in the moment of tenderness. It felt like Kasuga was everywhere. Hovering over him, showering him in affection. His back arched and Kasuga slipped his hands underneath him, keeping him close as his lips ghosted over his ribs, both sides, where it ached the most.
“You’re beautiful Kiryu-san,” he whispered, raising his head to look at him.
Kiryu couldn't look back. “Don't stop,” he asked instead.
“I would never.”
Kisses traveled lower, firm, but gentle grip still keeping him in place as Kasuga worshipped his hips, his thighs. His knees even, down his calves to his ankles.
Kiryu's breathing grew ragged, mind grew clear. He swallowed heavily, drawing strength to lift his hand and place it on top of Kasuga's head to get his attention.
“Come up here,” he asked.
Kasuga, like the eager puppy he was, immediately complied. They kissed slowly, but this time Kiryu decided to take the lead, a hand on the back of Kasuga's neck to keep him close as he coaxed his lips apart.
He tasted like mint from the toothpaste.
“Kiryu-san,” he whispered against his lips, wanton and sweet. “You’re so sexy. Watching you fight every day gets me all…you know.”
Kiryu snorted out a laugh, tangling his fingers deeper into Kasuga's hair. “Does it now?”
“Yeah…” Kasuga mumbled, hardly meeting his eyes.
“Why don't you do something about it?” he challenged, petting his hair a few times before letting him go.
Kasuga looked like he was about to explode, but they were both naked at this point, his towel having slipped off. What other logical next step was there?
“I– yes. I want to, but…are you–”
Kiryu didn't let him finish. “Yes. I am okay.” He didn't want Kasuga to worry about his pain. What he needed right now was to be fucked into the mattress, bluntly put.
He was too old to dance around his desires, too old for teasing. “I want you to fuck me. Can you do that for me, Kasuga?”
“Y-yes, yes. Of course! On it!”
For a moment Kiryu thought he was going to salute him before getting up for the lube.
“You always act like it's the first time we do this,” he noted while Kasuga rummaged through his drawer.
“Yeah well, that's because I can hardly believe you want me like this and you know that I…don't have much experience.” Kasuga spoke with his back to him.
“You’ve been doing really good.” Kiryu hummed. He spit into his hand, reaching down to stroke himself to full hardness. It took a bit longer than it used to, but by the time Kasuga was back on the bed with him his dick was curling up towards his stomach.
Kasuga set the lube and way too many condoms down next to them and kissed him tenderly. “You think so?”
“Yeah…you’re so good to me, Kasuga.” He murmured, placing a reassuring kiss on his forehead. It practically melted him, putty in his hands with wide eyes. Kiryu always thought his eagerness was sweet. Praising him was always so rewarding. “Go on,” he urged, spreading his legs to make his point clear.
Kasuga settled between them, littering his thighs with feather light kisses while he lubed his fingers up. Kiryu couldn't not watch him, his pleading eyes peering up from between his legs.
Pleading for what exactly? He had all of him. What was left of him at least.
“Is this okay?” Kasuga asked as he eased a finger inside. Nodding eagerly, Kiryu sighed at the contact, pushing back against it.
It was silent for a few minutes, while Kasuga worked him up to two fingers. Every time he curled them it sent a pleasurable tingle up his spine, drawing a moan from his lips. Kasuga's every move was aimed to give him pleasure, not only to stretch. It was so easy to get lost in it.
“Mh..that's good,” he breathed, blindly reaching out to find Kasuga's head again who leaned into his touch.
“Doesn't hurt?”
“No. Give me more.”
With a “hm” Kasuga pressed another finger inside him, so painfully careful. A part of Kiryu wished he would finger him until his legs shook and he was crying, but he didn't want to ask for it, wanted to let Kasuga do as he pleased.
“Is that okay?”
“Kasuga. Stop asking… You are doing good,” Kiryu said, petting his head again.
“I just wanted to hear you say that…” Kasuga admitted sheepishly, barely audible. Kiryu was happy he caught it. It made him tighten his grip on his hair to bring him up for a kiss. “I love your voice,” he whispered against Kiryu's lips.
“Yeah? Keep going for me then. Feels good.”
Kasuga fingered him with a little more enthusiasm, rubbing the pads of his fingers against his prostate. Too carefully.
“More.”
“Like this?”
Kiryu jolted, back arching off the back and a throaty moan spilling from his lips. His fingers tightened in Kasuga's hair, bringing his face to the crook of his neck.
“Mh-hm, good boy.”
Kasuga mouthed at his neck hotly as he kept up the pace. Time stretched into an endless loop of their bodies growing hotter. They kissed, again and again while Kasuga rutted against his leg with his fingers working inside him.
“Kiryu-san…” it finally broke from him. “Can I fuck you? Please? If we keep this up I'm going to come like this…”
With an enthusiastic nod Kiryu let go of him so he could adjust.
“Ditch those,” he said when Kasuga reached for a condom.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I'm clean. Won't get pregnant either,” he joked.
“That's kind of a bummer,” Kasuga chuckled, a starstruck look in his eyes watching Kiryu spread his legs further for him.
He leaned down for another eager kiss while he positioned himself. Kiryu wrapped his arms around him, resting their foreheads together.
They both moaned, stealing the air from each other's lungs when Kasuga bottomed out.
“Oh you…f-feel so good, Kiryu-san,” Kasuga muttered, gripping the sheets tightly next to his head.
He went slow, rocking his hips back and forth at an almost lulling pace. He filled him up well, dragging against his walls, but it was agonizingly gentle.
“Give me more,” he asked, peppering Kasuga’s face in little kisses of encouragement.
He finally picked up the pace a little, now rubbing against his prostate with every thrust and Kiryu moaned right into his ear.
“That's it. That's– good…good boy, Kasuga.”
The praise made Kasuga whine. “Kiryu-san…like this?”
He angled his hips just right, the muscles in his back flexing under his touch. It made Kiryu’s back arch again, filling the hotel room with ecstatic moans.
Kiryu kissed his forehead and wherever he could reach once he regained control of himself. “Yes, so good. You’re doing so well,” he babbled while Kasuga fucked him. Some of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and Kirsu wiped it away, replacing it with kisses, tasting salt. “Beautiful…Making me feel so good.”
Each praise made Kasuga grip his waist tighter. Every little kiss made him sing so beautifully. Sighs and moans, so manly but so beautiful. Kiryu could listen to them all day, if only he could control his own voice and keep it down…
He kept muttering little praises, until Kasuga was a broken record of his name, chanting “It’s so good.” like a prayer, knuckles turning white around the bundle of sheets in his grip.
“Kiryu-san…” Kasuga nearly sobbed. He was clearly holding his orgasm back for his sake and selfishly, Kiryu couldn't bring himself to allow him to let go. He needed more, much more than this.
“More, Kasuga. Fuck me properly.”
Kasuga whined again, one of his trembling hands coming to push himself up a little for more leverage.
Kiryu had to admit that he tried…he really did try, but he was being too careful, too mindful of Kiryu and not daring to really fuck him.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Easily flipping them around, he was looking down at a confused and stunned Kasuga.
“Kiryu-san?”
“I said properly,” he grinned, swiping his hair back as he mounted Kasuga's thighs. He grabbed the lube, squirting a bit more directly onto the other man’s dick before positioning himself.
Kasuga’s eyes went even wider, lips parted, shiny with spit. He was such a pretty sight, such a mess. For him.
“Wait but…are you going to be okay?” He asked, making Kiryu scoff.
“Kasuga. Don't.”
Any further complaint seemed to have died on Kasuga's tongue when Kiryu sank down onto him fully, throwing his head back. He rocked his hips back and forth a few times, groaning every time the angle was just right, hitting his prostate.
Finally, he raised himself up, moving quick and hard, giving himself what he had been needing. Kasuga writhed under him, hands desperate to grasp onto anywhere he could reach. He was never too rough, not even in the heat of the moment, the throes of ecstasy. His hands only caressed, rubbing little circles into his thighs, his hips, his stomach.
It felt like he was being cradled from all directions, warm and safe.
Kiryu leaned back a little, placing both hands on Kasuga's thighs behind him to support himself as he moved. His knees hurt, all of him ached, but the feeling of Kasuga's dick slamming against his prostate was more than worth it.
It also satisfied the need to prove to himself that he could.
He looked down at Kasuga, expecting eager puppy eyes to be staring up at him, but they were shut tight, scrunched together with force, creating lovely wrinkles all across his nose.
“Kasuga,” he called for him as he lifted up and slammed down again.
The only reply he received was a whimper, eyes still closed.
“Kasuga, look at me.”
“I–I can't!” he gasped, turning his head to the side to bury into the pillow. “If I look at you now I'm not going to be able to hold it back any longer…” he admitted.
Kiryu stopped for only a moment before he switched to rocking back and forth, grinding his hips in slow circles. That way it was deeper, rubbing against all the spots inside him that made his mind turn into mindless static.
“It's okay. I want to see you,” he finally said, breathless.
Forcing his own eyes open he looked down at Kasuga again, who did the same. His eyes were watery, pupils blown wide. Pleading, adoring.
“Kiryu-san, you’re breathtaking…” he whispered, so quiet Kiryu could have mistaken it for a simple huff of breath easily. He was glad he didn't.
Leaning forward in a surge he captured his lips in a wet kiss. He kept his balance by grabbing both of Kasuga's shoulders as he started moving again. The kiss grew sloppy, both of them merely breathing and moaning into each other's mouth so Kiryu decided to break it, leaning his forehead against Kasuga's instead.
It didn't take long until Kasuga's back arched and he started meeting all his movements by thrusting up, causing Kiryu to tumble forward even more, crashing into him.
He felt like laughing again when their foreheads bumped together almost painfully, but it turned into a loud moan with the way Kasuga angled his hips.
“K-Kiryu-san…I can't!”
There was a whine to Kasuga's voice, dragging out each of the syllables. He was still clinging onto the eye contact. Kiryu couldn't deny him when he looked at him like that, even if he wanted to drag this out as much as possible.
“You did so good,” he whispered. “Want to see you come.”
It only took a few more rolls of his hips and another kiss to his forehead for Kasuga to come beautifully undone. It filled Kiryu with selfish pride, knowing that he did this. That he was still worth something, if he could make Kasuga's lips part, call his name in the highest moments of pleasure.
Panting heavily, both of Kasuga’s hands cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss.
Kiryu straightened up after a moment, aching, but refusing to move away. He wanted to stay just like this, rocking his hips back and forth a few more times on Kasuga's softening cock.
“Sorry, Kiryu-san…It felt so good and you look so hot on top of me I couldn't,” Kasuga said quietly.
He looked beautiful in the afterglow. His face that seemed permanently flushed red in his presence was somehow an even deeper shade, pink to the tips of his ears. Crazy hair stuck to his face with sweat, eyes glossed over with bliss. It almost made Kiryu want to wrench another orgasm out of him, but his own need grew too urgent.
“Stay like this,” he asked, reaching between his legs to grip his abandoned cock. The dry slide wasn't the most pleasant, but in the moment he couldn't care.
“Wait, let me–” Kasuga said, squirting lube into his palm urgently, making an even bigger mess on the sheets.
Letting his hand back down onto his thighs, Kiryu was unable to tear his gaze away from Kasuga's face. He stroked him fast, squeezing deliberately, exactly how Kiryu liked it. He recalled how Kasuga looked the moment he orgasmed, squeezed down to remind himself that he was still inside him. It all pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
“Ichi—” he choked on the word almost. The orgasm came over him so fast, so overwhelmingly. It shook his body, made him fall forward again where Kasuga caught him, strong arms, full of life wrapping around his torso.
He was showered in kisses, just like before. Kasuga said something, but he couldn't make it out over his heartbeat drumming in his ear.
They stayed like that for a long time. Fused together, a tangle of limbs. Kiryu's face in the crook of Kasuga's sweaty neck, his hands resting on the fading dragon on his back.
The fading dragon and the rising koi.
It took Kiryu a moment to figure out that it wasn't only sweat covering his face and soaking Kasuga's shoulder.
He was crying.
Why now?
He jerked back in surprise, only to find Kasuga just as shocked as he was looking up at him. Concern spread across his face as his eyes widened, hesitantly reaching out to wipe them away.
“Kiryu-san? What's wrong? Did I do something?” There was a panic in his voice that unsettled Kiryu.
“No, no…” he shook his head quickly. When he tried to bite back the tears they only got worse, streaming down his face.
“What happened?” Kasuga asked, already looking like he was about to cry too.
It was Kiryu who was panicking now, but he had no strength left to get up and away from the situation. He let Kasuga lift him up instead and lay him down on the bed. Losing the full body contact he shivered, goosebumps all over his skin, the pain suddenly so much worse without any distractions.
“What do I do? What's wrong?”
Kasuga was clearly hesitating. He kept reaching for him and changing his mind, his eyes flickering between Kiryu's face and somewhere in the distance.
Kiryu sniffled, tucking himself right back to where he was a bit ago, in the crook of Kasuga's neck, pulling him close.
That was enough reassurance, immediately Kasuga wrapped both of his hands around him, tight but careful.
“I'm so tired,” he cried. “I want to stop. I want to go home.”
Those words hung in the air for a bit. The only sound in the hotel room was Kiryu's quiet sniffling and the buzzing of the mini fridge. Saying it out loud felt like tearing into his own guts, clawing his skin off to leave nothing but bare flesh. For Kasuga to gawk at, horrified.
Kasuga could not be further from horrified. His touch was gentle and his breath trembled.
He was crying too.
It made Kiryu pull back. “Why are you crying?”
“Because…because you’re crying…”
Kasuga's face was downright pitiful when he cried. His brows furrowed, eyes so miserable, so shiny with tears. The sight snapped Kiryu out of his own thoughts, suddenly overly aware of the absurdity of the situation.
He was laying completely naked, cum slowly seeping out of his ass, crying like a baby. Both of them were crying like babies.
Bubbling laughter broke to the surface, like water suddenly reaching its boiling point. Kiryu had reached his own, in this bed, sharing his heart with someone after thinking he never ever could again.
“Kiryu-san?”
Kiryu rested his forehead against Kasuga's again, still laughing. Tears still streaming down his face.
“We’re getting old,” he noted.
Finally, Kasuga laughed too, wiping at Kiryu's tears and then his own. “Oh my god, we are. ”
Kiryu grabbed his hand to keep it there pressed against his cheek as he nodded, everything slowly dying down, his ragged breathing returning to normal.
“Just one moment, Kiryu-san. Wait here,” Kasuga said, getting up and quickly scrambling off to the bathroom.
It only took a few moments until he returned with a towel and a small bottle of lotion. Kiryu let him roll him onto his stomach gently.
As he relaxed against the mattress the thoughts about his life, his death still lingered, but he wasn't alone. Kasuga was wiping his aching body off with a warm towel. He was rubbing lotion into his skin, massaging the knots out of his back, slowly, tenderly.
“Is that okay?” He asked as he pressed down on his hips. There was a loud crack. “Oh, shit.”
Kiryu chuckled weakly. “Told you. Old. But it feels good.”
It was too easy to slip back into how Kiryu had always been. That moment of vulnerability already felt so far away. He had made the right choices. He had to cling onto that thought if he wanted to stay sane.
Once finished, Kasuga laid back down next to him, tucking them both in.
“Is that any better?” He asked quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb Kiryu who had his eyes closed, basking in his care a little.
“It is. I'm sorry, Kasuga. Didn't mean to do all that…I get sentimental sometimes.”
“Dude, you should see me watching any movie!” Kasuga laughed, pulling him to his chest.
“Don't call me ‘dude’ when you just had your dick in my ass,” Kiryu mumbled sleepily. It was supposed to be a joke, but he was entirely exhausted.
It still made Kasuga apologize sincerely, and in turn Kiryu smile.
“Kiryu-san.”
“Kiryu is just fine.”
“Say the word and I'll get you home. Whatever it takes.”
Kiryu could swear his heart skipped a beat, that his fingertips grew numb and he felt something that he thought was impossible for him to feel for a long time now.
The will to keep fighting against his fate.
He didn't say anything, all he did was bury his face further into Kasuga's chest, push his knee between his legs in an attempt to steal more of his warmth.
Kasuga hooked a leg over his hips and kissed into his hair over and over until he fell asleep.
*
Kiryu knew it wasn't possible, what Kasuga had offered to him, but those words were enough to make him finally accept one thing.
That he wasn't alone.
When he woke up to an empty bed the next morning, Kasuga's side having grown cold he didn't feel melancholy, or any sort of self-destructive fulfillment for having been left.
He simply knew that Kasuga was coming back.
The door opened and the room filled with the smell of coffee and pastry. The smile on Kasuga's face outshined the sun seeping through the curtains.
It was the sand of the beach, the juice of a fresh mango, the taste of a home cooked meal.
He set the small hotel table, around the vase Kiryu had put the roses in yesterday and laid out at least ten different pastries. Way too much for two people…Kiryu had thought to himself from the bed, blankets thrown aside from getting overheated at night (a side effect of the painkillers).
He slowly rose, listening to Kasuga talk about his trip to the coffee shop, only bothering to put underwear on to take a seat next to him.
“—and get this! He yelled at that poor girl for forgetting his chocolate syrup! Said he was going to get her fired for this and she looked like she was about to cry… I couldn't just stand there and watch. Told that guy to piss right off.” Kasuga gesticulated while he talked with a cream filled bun in hand. “You can probably see where this is going, Kiryu-san… He then got angry at me and told me to come outside to the parking lot. So I beat his sorry ass!” he smiled at him triumphantly. “That's how we have all this pastry. The manager came back from their break, thanked me for defending that poor barista and gave me one of everything!”
Kiryu looked down at the display on the coffee table with understanding now, an amused smile on his face. Of course…the two of them couldn't even buy coffee without hijinks like that, could they?
“Try this one, Kiryu-san it's uhm…custard?” Kasuga said, mouth full, beard dusted with powdered sugar.
“Okay,” he hummed, rising from his seat and swinging his legs over Kasuga's lap, straddling him and stealing a bite from the bun in his hand.
Before Kasuga could react he was already kissing him, tasting pure sugar and vanilla.
“Thank you. Ichiban.” He whispered against his lips.
“Huh? I just told you these were free…” Kasuga mumbled, cheeks burning up, gaze averted.
“Not that.”
Their eyes met again and Kiryu could see the moment of clarity in Kasuga's eyes before he pressed a kiss onto his forehead, right between his eyebrows.
He wasn't alone.