[ ...and, okay, admittedly the morning has been mostly dedicated to reki. but-- ]
Grabbed Starbucks while I out. Was gonna surprise you with actual, real breakfast later; whole point of the trip was to grab bacon.
[ hangovers are always easier to stomach with greasy crap, in kojiro's expert opinion. but he catches reki's meaning. ]
Shut your brain off, babe. I figured you'd be out 'til noon anyway. Thought I'd still have time to work out and shower before I started making breakfast. I'm still gonna do my own shit. You know I get cranky if I don't have muscle time.
Just got something else to do right now.
[ something nicer; a little more rewarding. reki's lips are doing a good job of banishing any lingering irritation from last night, and kojiro's resolved to get at least one genuine smile out of them before he's content to climb out of this bed again. a laugh would be better, but he's not trying to work grandiose miracles here. just little ones, like his hand sliding down from reki's hair to rub his shoulders instead. ]
We still going to the beach later? I've been looking forward to that.
[ holy shit that is today. and reki's fairly certain he knew that before slamming the petal to the metal at last night's rager, too, so — nobody to blame but himself really. ]
Of freakin' course we're still going. And I'm not gonna be a bummer the whole time too.
[ guaranteed. reki has to wriggle over and claw through the nightstand to find a plastic cap of jack, but once he's tipped a few fingers into that slurpee kojiro's holding, he's ready to accept all these sugary offerings. he'll need every one of them if he's going to be able to leave this bed. ]
I'll cook breakfast, you do your thing. We can't be wasting sunlight here.
[ barely up might be an exaggeration. there's been a dreamy golden glow in the entire apartment (fucking east-facing windows) for at least half an hour, but reki can't split hairs over something like that. not when kojiro's noisily digging chocolate out of a combini bag for him. ]
Do you really think I'd leave you like that? Just disappear?
[ those chocolates will have to wait another second. reki's far too thirsty for that first sip from his cup, a courageous slurp that leaves him grasping his head as his nose turns bright red from the sheer amount of frost shooting up his sinuses.
the jack hits nice, though. he's already in a better mood the second he can unsquint his eyes and snatch that chocolate out of kojiro's hand. ]
Believe me, there was no thinking involved at any point this morning.
[ okay. well. fair enough, and at least he admits it. but kojiro's stealing a sip of his slurpee, just for good measure. ]
Listen. I'm gonna put this out there, and then I promise we don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to. But I'd never do that to you, babe.
If I'm upset, I'm gonna talk to you about it, and we're gonna figure it out together. Without yelling. And if it gets to the point that we need to part ways, we'll decide that together too.
Just walking out-- I could never do that. It leaves damage that doesn't heal.
[ and that tone is so much more somber than reki's ever heard from him. there are reasons. but he's not gonna drag the mood down by beating a horse long-dead. ]
And I love you. I just needed you to know that. So please, please trust me.
[ ... maybe he wants to try that line again. a little less like a petulant brat this time. but first, reki offers kojiro another sip from that cup himself, frown twisting as he internally chastises himself for his rank mood. maybe sugar and booze ain't gonna cut it today. ]
I mean... I know you better than that. I know how you feel. My first instinct wouldn't have been to raze everything you love to the ground if I didn't.
[ but he'll give it a shot, clear out the rest of that drink until the only sound left in the room is the buzz of the tv and that noisily slurping report. ]
[ kojiro's lips are picking a little path up and down reki's temple, and that's where the words land, syrupy-sweet as the last dregs of slushie reki's slurping down. ]
I know it's harder to really believe it. But it helps to hear sometimes. So you-- [ kojiro pauses to catch reki's candy lips between bites. ] --just tell me any time you wanna hear it.
[ it's so infuriatingly difficult to cling to a low mood when kojiro has him rumbling contentedly against his lips. reki's pretty sure he wasn't always such an easy mark.
but they need to focus. reki grabs his face decisively and silences him with a bite of chocolate. ]
We're made for each other. That's not hard to believe. Look at you.
[ it's like a conbini crime scene in here and all of it's proof, right down to the very new to him fact that kojiro knows something as mundane as his favorite ice cream flavor. not the only proof, but enough to drive reki's point home while he nips at kojiro's lips. ]
This is why I didn't wanna say shit. It doesn't mean anything.
[ so stated with a mouth full of chocolate. it is way too early in the morning for a sweets overload of this caliber, and kojiro's sincerely regretting some of his decisions. the sugar's got him queasy already. or maybe that's his hangover finally hitting. ]
Not wrong though. Made for each other. When did you get all romantic on me? What happened to my foul-mouthed little slut, huh?
[ not a bad thing, though. not by a long shot. kojiro's grinning like a fool, and then he's suddenly the world's clingiest suckerfish at reki's throat, in case he needed any further reinforcement. ]
[ incensed as he wants to sound, it's hard to hide the smile in his voice, even more difficult to keep his giggling to himself when kojiro's mouth is right there to feel it happening. he smooths his fingers through kojiro's hair begrudgingly, shivering when those lips send tingles down his spine. ]
Don't you count on seeing any sluts til I get my pics. You're only allowed in here 'cause you brought food.
[ food that he's currently ignoring to polish off that last splash of jack left in the bottle. a little queasiness in the morning is just a sign that he's awake; he's not sweating that when he tosses it aside and snuggles in close. ]
[ that's what he was aiming for. a smile. the giggles are just a cherry on top. doesn't save reki from a few well-placed nibbles along the side of his neck, nor from being dragged along while kojiro rolls onto his back. ]
Maybe I'll snap a few of you too. Tried to get some stills from that video and for a new phone background, but you were too squirmy.
[ he's smirking, like it's a threat. he can't be serious. can he? a fun mystery. ]
Don't you fucking dare. I'll give you pictures if you want 'em. You can't just snap whatever; I'm not you.
[ reki can never be sure. whether kojiro's serious or not, he's not taking a fucking chance on a candid photo.
it's just too bad that it's hard to take him seriously, all sprawled across kojiro's chest and purring like a spoiled cat, hands smoothing in every space they can find to roam. reki nips him right back when those lips return to him, sinking him deeper into kojiro's embrace, boneless and practically glowing. his gaze flees to another corner of the room, safely removed from the equation as he whispers, ]
[ Kojiro just has to count himself lucky that Reki's not shying away from this anymore. At least, not the same way he had. There might always be that little hint of coyness, but Reki's not launching himself away from genuine affection anymore, and that has to count for something. Something good. Something amazing.
And unlike Reki, Kojiro makes it a point to look right at him when he says it, idly stroking his back and counting the seconds until his words overwhelm Reki's shame completely. ]
You're so good to me. Best thing I've ever had, beautiful. Make me wanna spoil the fuck out of you, you know that?
[ kojiro really knows how to craft a pitch. the idea of reki being the best anything in his life is infuriating in a way he can't describe; it tempers that shame into a spiteful resolve, leaves him staring deep into kojiro's eyes with the same kind of dedication that drives a man to dive off cliffs.
but all of the actual fear went away sometime without reki even noticing its departure. he's not even aware of it now, how vividly he brightens the longer that he speaks on it, how comfortably excited he is to lay on kojiro's chest and describe it. ]
I clean, I'll suck your dick everyday, and I'll raise your kids good. Still gotta cook, though, I'm done tryin' to order pans so I can switch the charred ones out before you get home.
They're seasoned perfectly. You're shooting yourself in the foot if you throw those out.
[ glossing over the fact that kojiro did not expect any of that from reki. just rolling with it, like it's always been their path and they're simply following the obvious trajectory. ...are they?
kojiro tends to wear his heart on his sleeve, but some of that is purely incidental. the man has no guile; he's too warm and too honest, and his feelings are always plain as day on his face. just like this. reki can see the wheels turning behind the gentle knit in kojiro's brow, turning the suggestion over and over like he'll eventually be satisfied with the answer. but no matter which way he examines it, kojiro can't find an angle that doesn't beg some clarification. his hands drift to the small of reki's back, blunted nails scratching out a slow rhythm, as if that might distract him from what kojiro's about to drop: ]
I was good with it the last five thousand times you asked.
[ aren't they? the look on kojiro's face has reki wondering if he's taken some harmless banter way too seriously, and his pulse quickens alongside that train of thought, but it proves a difficult hole to spiral into when logic prevails. ]
We're practically married already, what difference is a piece of paper gonna make anyway?
[ a lot more than he lets on, telling by the way he's hanging on every subtle shift in kojiro's expression, tense as he gets when he's expecting a jab to the skull. his fingers curl into kojiro's hair, soft scritches against his scalp falling into the same rhythm as those slow strokes down his back. ]
[ But Kojiro's got that grin on his face again, eyes like sunlight and smile like serenity. He's always assured Reki that he's good with whatever course their lives take. Because as far as Kojiro's concerned, all that matters is the fact that they're together, and he stands steadfast by that fact. But this sure as fuck gives him something to think about. ]
Piece of paper could be fun though. Piece of paper means your spicy ass is legally stuck with me. Dude, the wedding would be dope as fuck. Like, I'm thinking beach wedding on Miyako, and then Adam would have to give us some ridiculously expensive gift and throw us a reception at S. And then we can go to L.A. for our honeymoon, and we'll spend two solid weeks with a fade, and I'll fuck you stupid in every club on Santa Monica.
You're not taking my surname though. I want yours. Kojiro Kyan sounds like a Street Fighter character and I'm into it.
[ regular confirmation isn't good enough here; reki has to purr it into kojiro's skin, lips hot against his throat and pouring soft rumbles into his pulse.
because of course all of this matters to him, imperative down to the last detail. the fact that kojiro gets it all right without ever needing to ask, soothing an anxiety reki's never even shared about letting his family name fade into obscurity, is all the proof he'll ever need to know for certain that this was all meant to be. ]
And all you gotta give me for it is everything you got.
[ why not up the ante as those kisses trail down kojiro's chest? reki's gaze stays fixed on him throughout, sharp and soft all at once. ]
And a home close to my family. And kids...
[ surely it'll be impossible to deny reki the things he wants if he's locking his lips around one of kojiro's nipples, tongue working quick and keen within the vacuum of his breath. like he's daring kojiro to find anyone else who will lick the shivers out of him with such enthusiastic devotion. ]
[ not an argument, though. not a no. just a lazy grin, a humming sigh, and shivers creeping through him under reki's diligent mouth. ]
It's yours. Anything you want. You deserve the world, and I'll make sure you get it.
[ sometimes, it doesn't seem like the world will be enough. like kojiro could drown reki in mountains of gold, flood him with love until he overflows, and it still wouldn't be enough. he'd deserve more and more, and kojiro could spend his entire life trying to measure up. but little by little, he tries; like now, with no expectation and his hand scrubbing through reki's hair, hashing out all these brilliant what-ifs like they -- finally, blissfully -- have a foreseeable future together. ]
But where you getting all these kids from? Am I still trying to knock you up? Got bad news for you on that front, beautiful...
[ as if the threat of reki showing up someday with one is real. hard to tell by the wild look in his eyes as his teeth sink in swift and sharp, stealing a quick nibble before he goes searching for another spot to torment. ]
You're not gonna do all of the work either. I promise.
[ which is the pulse of kojiro's throat, annoyingly resilient against a smaller mouth. there's a touch of leftover fire when he pulls kojiro into a kiss, nails raking over the rough ridge of his jaw indulgently. impossible not to feel obscenely spoiled when kojiro is so full of yeses and kicking up the sweetest tingles with those fingers in his hair, but his gaze falls on him soft and painfully open. ]
I've never wanted anything more than I want this, I'll do whatever it takes.
[ reki's gonna be photographing a marked man if he keeps this up, but for all kojiro knows, that's part of his angle. not that he's had much experience with it until recently, but there's a swell of pride that comes from looking at someone's bruises and remembering exactly how they got there. bonus points if you put them there. gold medal if it was with your teeth. why not immortalize that feeling?
so he indulges the little bites, melts into the fiery kisses, pulls at reki's lips with each pass, and grins through the nails pushing through his scruff. ]
Me too.
[ there's something absolutely heartbreaking behind his eyes when he fixes them on reki. even kojiro can't tell if it's sincerity or sadness. maybe it's a little of both. ]
Thank you. For everything. I'm gonna make sure you never regret this.
[ there's no severity to it; reki sounds amused, smiling against his lips when they meet again. it doesn't end so much as reki tips his head and turns it into a butterfly kiss, lingering close in his space with slow, soft nuzzles and a thumb stroking smooth over the curve of kojiro's cheek. if there's a more economical way to pour love into this man, reki hasn't found it; he's flooding kojiro in it, trusting he will see this deluge to where it needs to go. ]
No freakin' way you wanna go on a honeymoon to the States either. Not enough food and culture for you. Don't even try to tell me I'm wrong.
[ and just like that, he's gone, bending through kojiro's fingers like smoke and weightlessly drifting off the bed and to the floor. that drawer in the nightstand beneath the one with all the lubricant and drugs hardly ever gets any attention, especially now that it's become an easily accessible cache to pour all of the bolts and components that build up in reki's pockets before bed. navigating it requires shovel hands and a very, very specific idea of what one is trying to retrieve, so it felt like a safe place to stash the box he pulls out, which is tucked behind his back as he nudges the drawer shut and hovers near the bed. ]
I'll give you somethin' shiny if you tell me where you really wanna go.
[ kojiro has to stop and think -- really, truly think -- about his answer. Because why wouldn't he want to troll around los angeles for two weeks, fucking reki senseless with a neverending fade? isn't that what honeymoons are for? obscene amounts of sex (and drugs)? but then, maybe he's only wanting what he knows reki would love, and he's not bothering to take himself into account at all. wouldn't be the first time. reki's getting too damn observant for his own good, and for some infuriating reason, he won't just allow kojiro to spoil him rotten.
Something shiny. kojiro's gaze flickers warily to the arm tucked behind reki's back, and he purses his lips through a long sigh. ]
Sicily. [ predictable. as. fuck. but reki asked, and that's the first thing kojiro manages to land on, fomo the ever-present demon kojiro's forced to grapple. ] Palermo. I studied in Naples, but it was tourist season when I got to Italy, so everyone told me not to go. And then by the time autumn rolled around, I was too busy with work and classes to make the trip. But I always wanted to go back.
[ it's pretty obvious that reki has no idea what he's talking about. he'll google all those mysterious place names later — or, more likely, just ask langa where they are — but that's not what really matters. that light in his eyes has turned doubly bright at the suggestion and fair's fair; the box he's badly concealing is brought forward as he climbs back into bed, tucking himself snug against the heat of kojiro's body. ]
Can I, uh...
[ his fingers silently make up the difference for him, gentle, coaxing strokes down kojiro's arm and up the inside of his wrist. his thumb makes a few absent-minded passes over kojiro's palm before his eyes focus on the man above him. ]
[ bashful is such an interesting look for reki. not that kojiro hasn't seen it on him before, but it's such an elusive state, hidden behind sunshine and storm clouds. but an important distinction for this is that kojiro leaves space for his vulnerability. he lets reki curl against him, watches with a small smile while reki's hands play over his arm, and pointedly refuses to comment on the adorably flustered way reki stumbles over his words.
reki's got his hand already. he's running his thumb over kojiro's palm throughout the demand, so this is either metaphorical or stalling for time. regardless, kojiro's smile is nothing short of total serenity, patience incarnate when he lifts his hand along with his brow. ]
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beefyspaghetti) wrote2021-05-08 06:09 pm
FOR REKD
Love you more, jellyfish.
[ ...and, okay, admittedly the morning has been mostly dedicated to reki. but-- ]
Grabbed Starbucks while I out. Was gonna surprise you with actual, real breakfast later; whole point of the trip was to grab bacon.
[ hangovers are always easier to stomach with greasy crap, in kojiro's expert opinion. but he catches reki's meaning. ]
Shut your brain off, babe. I figured you'd be out 'til noon anyway. Thought I'd still have time to work out and shower before I started making breakfast. I'm still gonna do my own shit. You know I get cranky if I don't have muscle time.
Just got something else to do right now.
[ something nicer; a little more rewarding. reki's lips are doing a good job of banishing any lingering irritation from last night, and kojiro's resolved to get at least one genuine smile out of them before he's content to climb out of this bed again. a laugh would be better, but he's not trying to work grandiose miracles here. just little ones, like his hand sliding down from reki's hair to rub his shoulders instead. ]
We still going to the beach later? I've been looking forward to that.
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Of freakin' course we're still going. And I'm not gonna be a bummer the whole time too.
[ guaranteed. reki has to wriggle over and claw through the nightstand to find a plastic cap of jack, but once he's tipped a few fingers into that slurpee kojiro's holding, he's ready to accept all these sugary offerings. he'll need every one of them if he's going to be able to leave this bed. ]
I'll cook breakfast, you do your thing. We can't be wasting sunlight here.
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[ barely up might be an exaggeration. there's been a dreamy golden glow in the entire apartment (fucking east-facing windows) for at least half an hour, but reki can't split hairs over something like that. not when kojiro's noisily digging chocolate out of a combini bag for him. ]
Do you really think I'd leave you like that? Just disappear?
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[ those chocolates will have to wait another second. reki's far too thirsty for that first sip from his cup, a courageous slurp that leaves him grasping his head as his nose turns bright red from the sheer amount of frost shooting up his sinuses.
the jack hits nice, though. he's already in a better mood the second he can unsquint his eyes and snatch that chocolate out of kojiro's hand. ]
Believe me, there was no thinking involved at any point this morning.
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Listen. I'm gonna put this out there, and then I promise we don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to. But I'd never do that to you, babe.
If I'm upset, I'm gonna talk to you about it, and we're gonna figure it out together. Without yelling. And if it gets to the point that we need to part ways, we'll decide that together too.
Just walking out-- I could never do that. It leaves damage that doesn't heal.
[ and that tone is so much more somber than reki's ever heard from him. there are reasons. but he's not gonna drag the mood down by beating a horse long-dead. ]
And I love you. I just needed you to know that. So please, please trust me.
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[ ... maybe he wants to try that line again. a little less like a petulant brat this time. but first, reki offers kojiro another sip from that cup himself, frown twisting as he internally chastises himself for his rank mood. maybe sugar and booze ain't gonna cut it today. ]
I mean... I know you better than that. I know how you feel. My first instinct wouldn't have been to raze everything you love to the ground if I didn't.
[ but he'll give it a shot, clear out the rest of that drink until the only sound left in the room is the buzz of the tv and that noisily slurping report. ]
I really wasn't thinking. Sorry.
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[ kojiro's lips are picking a little path up and down reki's temple, and that's where the words land, syrupy-sweet as the last dregs of slushie reki's slurping down. ]
I know it's harder to really believe it. But it helps to hear sometimes. So you-- [ kojiro pauses to catch reki's candy lips between bites. ] --just tell me any time you wanna hear it.
You're stuck with me.
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[ it's so infuriatingly difficult to cling to a low mood when kojiro has him rumbling contentedly against his lips. reki's pretty sure he wasn't always such an easy mark.
but they need to focus. reki grabs his face decisively and silences him with a bite of chocolate. ]
We're made for each other. That's not hard to believe. Look at you.
[ it's like a conbini crime scene in here and all of it's proof, right down to the very new to him fact that kojiro knows something as mundane as his favorite ice cream flavor. not the only proof, but enough to drive reki's point home while he nips at kojiro's lips. ]
This is why I didn't wanna say shit. It doesn't mean anything.
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[ so stated with a mouth full of chocolate. it is way too early in the morning for a sweets overload of this caliber, and kojiro's sincerely regretting some of his decisions. the sugar's got him queasy already. or maybe that's his hangover finally hitting. ]
Not wrong though. Made for each other. When did you get all romantic on me? What happened to my foul-mouthed little slut, huh?
[ not a bad thing, though. not by a long shot. kojiro's grinning like a fool, and then he's suddenly the world's clingiest suckerfish at reki's throat, in case he needed any further reinforcement. ]
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[ incensed as he wants to sound, it's hard to hide the smile in his voice, even more difficult to keep his giggling to himself when kojiro's mouth is right there to feel it happening. he smooths his fingers through kojiro's hair begrudgingly, shivering when those lips send tingles down his spine. ]
Don't you count on seeing any sluts til I get my pics. You're only allowed in here 'cause you brought food.
[ food that he's currently ignoring to polish off that last splash of jack left in the bottle. a little queasiness in the morning is just a sign that he's awake; he's not sweating that when he tosses it aside and snuggles in close. ]
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[ that's what he was aiming for. a smile. the giggles are just a cherry on top. doesn't save reki from a few well-placed nibbles along the side of his neck, nor from being dragged along while kojiro rolls onto his back. ]
Maybe I'll snap a few of you too. Tried to get some stills from that video and for a new phone background, but you were too squirmy.
[ he's smirking, like it's a threat. he can't be serious. can he? a fun mystery. ]
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[ reki can never be sure. whether kojiro's serious or not, he's not taking a fucking chance on a candid photo.
it's just too bad that it's hard to take him seriously, all sprawled across kojiro's chest and purring like a spoiled cat, hands smoothing in every space they can find to roam. reki nips him right back when those lips return to him, sinking him deeper into kojiro's embrace, boneless and practically glowing. his gaze flees to another corner of the room, safely removed from the equation as he whispers, ]
Love you.
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[ Kojiro just has to count himself lucky that Reki's not shying away from this anymore. At least, not the same way he had. There might always be that little hint of coyness, but Reki's not launching himself away from genuine affection anymore, and that has to count for something. Something good. Something amazing.
And unlike Reki, Kojiro makes it a point to look right at him when he says it, idly stroking his back and counting the seconds until his words overwhelm Reki's shame completely. ]
You're so good to me. Best thing I've ever had, beautiful. Make me wanna spoil the fuck out of you, you know that?
What are you gonna do if I wife you someday?
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[ kojiro really knows how to craft a pitch. the idea of reki being the best anything in his life is infuriating in a way he can't describe; it tempers that shame into a spiteful resolve, leaves him staring deep into kojiro's eyes with the same kind of dedication that drives a man to dive off cliffs.
but all of the actual fear went away sometime without reki even noticing its departure. he's not even aware of it now, how vividly he brightens the longer that he speaks on it, how comfortably excited he is to lay on kojiro's chest and describe it. ]
I clean, I'll suck your dick everyday, and I'll raise your kids good. Still gotta cook, though, I'm done tryin' to order pans so I can switch the charred ones out before you get home.
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[ glossing over the fact that kojiro did not expect any of that from reki. just rolling with it, like it's always been their path and they're simply following the obvious trajectory. ...are they?
kojiro tends to wear his heart on his sleeve, but some of that is purely incidental. the man has no guile; he's too warm and too honest, and his feelings are always plain as day on his face. just like this. reki can see the wheels turning behind the gentle knit in kojiro's brow, turning the suggestion over and over like he'll eventually be satisfied with the answer. but no matter which way he examines it, kojiro can't find an angle that doesn't beg some clarification. his hands drift to the small of reki's back, blunted nails scratching out a slow rhythm, as if that might distract him from what kojiro's about to drop: ]
You'd really be good with that? Getting hitched?
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[ aren't they? the look on kojiro's face has reki wondering if he's taken some harmless banter way too seriously, and his pulse quickens alongside that train of thought, but it proves a difficult hole to spiral into when logic prevails. ]
We're practically married already, what difference is a piece of paper gonna make anyway?
[ a lot more than he lets on, telling by the way he's hanging on every subtle shift in kojiro's expression, tense as he gets when he's expecting a jab to the skull. his fingers curl into kojiro's hair, soft scritches against his scalp falling into the same rhythm as those slow strokes down his back. ]
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[ But Kojiro's got that grin on his face again, eyes like sunlight and smile like serenity. He's always assured Reki that he's good with whatever course their lives take. Because as far as Kojiro's concerned, all that matters is the fact that they're together, and he stands steadfast by that fact. But this sure as fuck gives him something to think about. ]
Piece of paper could be fun though. Piece of paper means your spicy ass is legally stuck with me. Dude, the wedding would be dope as fuck. Like, I'm thinking beach wedding on Miyako, and then Adam would have to give us some ridiculously expensive gift and throw us a reception at S. And then we can go to L.A. for our honeymoon, and we'll spend two solid weeks with a fade, and I'll fuck you stupid in every club on Santa Monica.
You're not taking my surname though. I want yours. Kojiro Kyan sounds like a Street Fighter character and I'm into it.
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[ regular confirmation isn't good enough here; reki has to purr it into kojiro's skin, lips hot against his throat and pouring soft rumbles into his pulse.
because of course all of this matters to him, imperative down to the last detail. the fact that kojiro gets it all right without ever needing to ask, soothing an anxiety reki's never even shared about letting his family name fade into obscurity, is all the proof he'll ever need to know for certain that this was all meant to be. ]
And all you gotta give me for it is everything you got.
[ why not up the ante as those kisses trail down kojiro's chest? reki's gaze stays fixed on him throughout, sharp and soft all at once. ]
And a home close to my family. And kids...
[ surely it'll be impossible to deny reki the things he wants if he's locking his lips around one of kojiro's nipples, tongue working quick and keen within the vacuum of his breath. like he's daring kojiro to find anyone else who will lick the shivers out of him with such enthusiastic devotion. ]
Lots of 'em. I'm thinking six.
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[ not an argument, though. not a no. just a lazy grin, a humming sigh, and shivers creeping through him under reki's diligent mouth. ]
It's yours. Anything you want. You deserve the world, and I'll make sure you get it.
[ sometimes, it doesn't seem like the world will be enough. like kojiro could drown reki in mountains of gold, flood him with love until he overflows, and it still wouldn't be enough. he'd deserve more and more, and kojiro could spend his entire life trying to measure up. but little by little, he tries; like now, with no expectation and his hand scrubbing through reki's hair, hashing out all these brilliant what-ifs like they -- finally, blissfully -- have a foreseeable future together. ]
But where you getting all these kids from? Am I still trying to knock you up? Got bad news for you on that front, beautiful...
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[ as if the threat of reki showing up someday with one is real. hard to tell by the wild look in his eyes as his teeth sink in swift and sharp, stealing a quick nibble before he goes searching for another spot to torment. ]
You're not gonna do all of the work either. I promise.
[ which is the pulse of kojiro's throat, annoyingly resilient against a smaller mouth. there's a touch of leftover fire when he pulls kojiro into a kiss, nails raking over the rough ridge of his jaw indulgently. impossible not to feel obscenely spoiled when kojiro is so full of yeses and kicking up the sweetest tingles with those fingers in his hair, but his gaze falls on him soft and painfully open. ]
I've never wanted anything more than I want this, I'll do whatever it takes.
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so he indulges the little bites, melts into the fiery kisses, pulls at reki's lips with each pass, and grins through the nails pushing through his scruff. ]
Me too.
[ there's something absolutely heartbreaking behind his eyes when he fixes them on reki. even kojiro can't tell if it's sincerity or sadness. maybe it's a little of both. ]
Thank you. For everything. I'm gonna make sure you never regret this.
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[ there's no severity to it; reki sounds amused, smiling against his lips when they meet again. it doesn't end so much as reki tips his head and turns it into a butterfly kiss, lingering close in his space with slow, soft nuzzles and a thumb stroking smooth over the curve of kojiro's cheek. if there's a more economical way to pour love into this man, reki hasn't found it; he's flooding kojiro in it, trusting he will see this deluge to where it needs to go. ]
No freakin' way you wanna go on a honeymoon to the States either. Not enough food and culture for you. Don't even try to tell me I'm wrong.
[ and just like that, he's gone, bending through kojiro's fingers like smoke and weightlessly drifting off the bed and to the floor. that drawer in the nightstand beneath the one with all the lubricant and drugs hardly ever gets any attention, especially now that it's become an easily accessible cache to pour all of the bolts and components that build up in reki's pockets before bed. navigating it requires shovel hands and a very, very specific idea of what one is trying to retrieve, so it felt like a safe place to stash the box he pulls out, which is tucked behind his back as he nudges the drawer shut and hovers near the bed. ]
I'll give you somethin' shiny if you tell me where you really wanna go.
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Something shiny. kojiro's gaze flickers warily to the arm tucked behind reki's back, and he purses his lips through a long sigh. ]
Sicily. [ predictable. as. fuck. but reki asked, and that's the first thing kojiro manages to land on, fomo the ever-present demon kojiro's forced to grapple. ] Palermo. I studied in Naples, but it was tourist season when I got to Italy, so everyone told me not to go. And then by the time autumn rolled around, I was too busy with work and classes to make the trip. But I always wanted to go back.
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[ it's pretty obvious that reki has no idea what he's talking about. he'll google all those mysterious place names later — or, more likely, just ask langa where they are — but that's not what really matters. that light in his eyes has turned doubly bright at the suggestion and fair's fair; the box he's badly concealing is brought forward as he climbs back into bed, tucking himself snug against the heat of kojiro's body. ]
Can I, uh...
[ his fingers silently make up the difference for him, gentle, coaxing strokes down kojiro's arm and up the inside of his wrist. his thumb makes a few absent-minded passes over kojiro's palm before his eyes focus on the man above him. ]
Let me see your hand real quick, man.
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reki's got his hand already. he's running his thumb over kojiro's palm throughout the demand, so this is either metaphorical or stalling for time. regardless, kojiro's smile is nothing short of total serenity, patience incarnate when he lifts his hand along with his brow. ]
It's yours, babe.
[ is that metaphorical? who knows. ]
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