Not as busy as it'll be when the tourists roll through in a couple weeks. Gonna have to savor the downtime while we can.
[ downtime is an elusive concept. between obligations -- langa's classes, kojiro's business, and s -- they don't get nearly as much alone time as they'd like. so whatever alone time they do manage to salvage is that much more important.
important enough that kojiro catches langa around the waist the moment the door is locked again behind them. sanctuary. kojiro pulls him in, presses langa's back to the solid wall of kojiro's chest, just so he can lean down to nose softly at the nape of langa's neck. ]
Where do you think you're going? There's a cover charge for this place y'know. Gotta give me some sugar.
[ Langa yelps in surprise, then laughs as he leans back into that familiar warmth. He rests a hand over Kojiro's larger one on his hip, tipping his head to accommodate him with a soft, happy sound. As much as Langa spaces out, Kojiro makes a good anchor back into the present moment. After a long day's work, he's sure the man needs the respite. ] For real? That's a terrible thing to run out of, chef.
[ He turns around in that grip, sliding his hands up over Kojiro's shoulders to wrap his arms around his neck. Langa goes up on his toes, just a little, until their lips meet and his body is pressed comfortably against the other man's. 'Solid' is one word for it. Langa, with his one-track mind, often settles on 'meaty.' He kisses him, chaste at first, then catches his bottom lip between his teeth with a quiet sigh. ]
You're going to make me- [ Another kiss. The downtime really is rare. ] -distract you from the dishes.
[ here are those convenient excuses again, and kojiro can't argue with a single one while his mouth is so thoroughly distracted. this is some fine sugar. kojiro's never cared for sweets, but he'll happily dose himself out on these saccharine kisses. the slow sweep of their lips, the pull of teeth that sets his nerves buzzing, kojiro's tongue dipping out to catch this taste he's been hooked on since he first found it. better than any dessert, that's for damn sure.
it's a shame langa has to rock onto his toes to make it happen. surely he won't mind a little help? kojiro dips to hook a forearm under langa's ass, hauls him up for a better angle while he murmurs against hungry lips: ]
Mm, how long have I got you for? You staying the night?
You started it. [ Langa was being good! He was keeping his hands and his eyes to himself! But they both know how thin his self-restraint can be, given the slightest suggestion. Langa's only just remembered to put his shoulderbag down, blindly, when Kojiro scoops him up. ]
Ah-
[ The first time Kojiro ever did this, Langa swears he almost passed out from how the blood rushed straight down. By now, he knows what to do. He wraps his legs around the man's waist for security, hugs closer around his neck, but otherwise trusts Kojiro to carry his weight. Langa's response to that casual strength is no less intense: a giddy heat and pull just behind his pelvis, a shiver down his spine that urges him to press as close as he can get. He kisses Kojiro again before answering him, mouth open, tongue swiping greedily between his boyfriend's teeth. ]
Can I? [ And now, after a tricky afternoon, Langa gets to surprise him. ] Morning lecture got cancelled.
[ gotta acknowledge good fortune when it comes your way. serendipity is langa's suddenly-free morning as it falls in line with the one weekday -- tuesday -- that kojiro keeps sia la luce closed. granted, kojiro doesn't usually sleep in either way, but waking up next to langa is always a welcome treat.
and kojiro has dishes left to do, lest he forgets. ]
Lemme finish up here. I can whip up some carbonara upstairs if you want.
[ so stated with one last, lingering kiss before kojiro lets langa find his feet again, and nods for him to follow to the kitchen. ]
So what's the takeaway from last night? How you feeling about it? Do Mom and Auntie still approve?
[ despite kojiro's past dick transgressions, is what he means? ]
[ Langa almost wants to say damn the dishes and keep being, well, distracting. But they'll be worse tomorrow, and that wouldn't be a great way to start Kojiro's day off, so he relents and settles back down on his feet with a sigh. It's plenty to carry them over.
There's more important things to sort through, anyway. ]
It's not like you were dating me when it happened. [ That would be a different, much bigger problem--but this whole situation has pulled at some insecurity that he's hesitant to voice. The other question is easier. Langa follows Kojiro back to the kitchen, but stays out of his way, letting him do his thing. ] Mom's good now. She was mostly worried about whether or not to tell me, but then you did it, so. That helped a lot.
[ He hesitates, crossing his arms. ]
Mom's going to talk to Aunt Kaede. She's...tricky.
[ despite the added layer of awkwardness it would contribute to the entire situation, kojiro wishes he could remember anything about kaede. maybe he was a little out of control, if the one-night stands are all a blur for him now. he never meant for it to work out that way; he genuinely did like and respect everyone he slept with. but after a while, he got comfortable with the concept of no strings, and since both parties understood the connection to be fleeting, it never seemed important to fuss over the details.
was kaede tricky back when they--? hell, kojiro couldn't even remember her name until they were "introduced;" how would he know?
he wasn't kidding when he said almost done, though. kojiro's got exactly one prep bowl left to wash before he pops the plug on the sink and rinses away the suds while it drains. ]
Why tricky?
let me know if you'd prefer a different direction here! just seems plausible with kojiro's history
[ How much of this is for him to share? Better question: how much of it will just make Kojiro feel bad? How little will just be dishonest? Truly, it's his own dick to do with as he pleases, so long as he's not hurting himself. Or, it was, before Langa. Even though the outcome was better for everyone, especially Kaede- ]
Aunt Kaede's just been through a lot. When you two...got together, she'd only just started looking into a divorce. You couldn't possibly have known about it. I guess you made an impression, because the whole thing went really fast after that. [ Langa lifts one hand to scratch at his cheek, watching the suds circle around the drain. 'Awkward' doesn't even begin to cover this. ]
Mom thinks she might still have a crush on you after last night. So she wants to talk to her herself. That's all.
[ this is possibly the weightiest sigh langa's ever heard kojiro heave, rumbling for a brief groan in his throat while he rubs the back of his neck. way more uncomfortable than initially anticipated, that's for damn sure.
granted, he's never made promises to anyone before langa latched onto his heart. he was always honest about his intentions, and that's part of why it worked. there was nothing to feel guilty about if everyone involved was fully informed, and it justified some boundaries if anyone caught feelings. but faced with the aftermath of that-- ]
Look, I had-- I don't know what to call them. Guidelines, I guess? Just to protect everyone involved.
[ kojiro crosses his arms and leans back against the sink, idly scuffing the toe of his shoe on the ground. ]
I'm a slut, but I've always tried to be safe about it, including with peoples' feelings. I'm not saying it's her fault, at all. I just want you to know, I'd never hurt anyone like that on purpose, and I hope it doesn't make too much trouble for you and your mom.
[ Langa stays quiet, and listens. As uncomfortable as it is, it's a positive that they can talk this kind of thing out. He wasn't aware of the tension he was holding in his body, but his shoulders loosen as Kojiro confirms what Langa already knew: He's not a bad person. There are things people learn as they get older, things they regret in retrospect. ]
You're not the one who hurt her. Trust me. [ Langa steps in close, slips his arms around Kojiro's waist in a hug and rests his cheek against the man's chest. He doesn't always know what to say, but physical contact? He can do that. ] I believe you, though. I don't think you were dishonest with her. She just...probably needs time to process it, but she'll move on. That's how Mom said it, and she knows her better than anyone. [ Langa squeezes slightly, closing his eyes for a second as he thinks. ]
Mom might appreciate some more desserts. [ A nice 'thank you for talking to my ex-hookup' card. ] You helped us get ahead of it.
[ desserts are easy. easier than mentally parsing through how he'd face a fling in a serious conversation, anyway. it still feels wrong to expect nanako to field all of it, but she knows how to handle her own sister better than kojiro would. he can just leave it to her and then thank her with tiramisu and cannoli.
kojiro's so lost in his thoughts, he doesn't even realize his hands have both sunk into langa's hair, fingertips settled into slow cycles over his scalp. when he finally reaches that awareness again, he's already pressing kisses to the crown of langa's head, large hands sliding down the back of his neck to rest on his shoulders and keep him close. ]
Think you deserve some spoiling too. Anything you want tonight other than carbonara?
[ Those hands find more of Langa's tension, easing it out of him through tingles that start in his scalp and move, fluid, down his spine. By the time Kojiro asks his question, Langa's slumped more heavily against him, his eyes closed. He could almost fall asleep like this, surrounded by strong arms and a quietly masculine scent. ]
This. [ When it comes down to it, Langa's needs are simple. ] You. Maybe...somewhere softer. Do you want to watch a movie?
[ As he asks this, he slides his hands up Kojiro's back, tracing a familiar path over his shoulderblades to happily pull himself into that hold. If he were to be a little more honest, he'd admit that he's not thinking so hard about the movie itself. ]
[ kojiro could take or leave a movie, but any excuse to keep langa in his arms is a good one. snow is a misnomer as far as kojiro's concerned, and he's thought so ever since he first got his hands on langa. he may be crystalline, he may float and drift on his board, but his hands have never failed to push fire straight through to kojiro's core. he sighs happily, presses a soft kiss to the crown of langa's head, and then carefully steps out of his arms. ]
C'mon. Let's go upstairs.
[ then it's all the usual tedium of closing up -- killing the lights, setting the security system, sending the roomba back out for one last paranoid sweep -- before he's shuttling langa upstairs (which may involve more hands on his ass than are entirely necessary). but the second they're through the apartment door, kojiro's got his coat and undershirt off. it's amazing how fast he manages to lose his clothing at any given moment. ]
You can pick something to watch, I'm just gonna change and then I'll get your dinner going.
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FOR YETICORE
Not as busy as it'll be when the tourists roll through in a couple weeks. Gonna have to savor the downtime while we can.
[ downtime is an elusive concept. between obligations -- langa's classes, kojiro's business, and s -- they don't get nearly as much alone time as they'd like. so whatever alone time they do manage to salvage is that much more important.
important enough that kojiro catches langa around the waist the moment the door is locked again behind them. sanctuary. kojiro pulls him in, presses langa's back to the solid wall of kojiro's chest, just so he can lean down to nose softly at the nape of langa's neck. ]
Where do you think you're going? There's a cover charge for this place y'know. Gotta give me some sugar.
kojiro nanjo, that's no way to run a business
[ He turns around in that grip, sliding his hands up over Kojiro's shoulders to wrap his arms around his neck. Langa goes up on his toes, just a little, until their lips meet and his body is pressed comfortably against the other man's. 'Solid' is one word for it. Langa, with his one-track mind, often settles on 'meaty.' He kisses him, chaste at first, then catches his bottom lip between his teeth with a quiet sigh. ]
You're going to make me- [ Another kiss. The downtime really is rare. ] -distract you from the dishes.
the libido has no sense of entrepreneurial spirit
[ here are those convenient excuses again, and kojiro can't argue with a single one while his mouth is so thoroughly distracted. this is some fine sugar. kojiro's never cared for sweets, but he'll happily dose himself out on these saccharine kisses. the slow sweep of their lips, the pull of teeth that sets his nerves buzzing, kojiro's tongue dipping out to catch this taste he's been hooked on since he first found it. better than any dessert, that's for damn sure.
it's a shame langa has to rock onto his toes to make it happen. surely he won't mind a little help? kojiro dips to hook a forearm under langa's ass, hauls him up for a better angle while he murmurs against hungry lips: ]
Mm, how long have I got you for? You staying the night?
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Ah-
[ The first time Kojiro ever did this, Langa swears he almost passed out from how the blood rushed straight down. By now, he knows what to do. He wraps his legs around the man's waist for security, hugs closer around his neck, but otherwise trusts Kojiro to carry his weight. Langa's response to that casual strength is no less intense: a giddy heat and pull just behind his pelvis, a shiver down his spine that urges him to press as close as he can get. He kisses Kojiro again before answering him, mouth open, tongue swiping greedily between his boyfriend's teeth. ]
Can I? [ And now, after a tricky afternoon, Langa gets to surprise him. ] Morning lecture got cancelled.
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[ gotta acknowledge good fortune when it comes your way. serendipity is langa's suddenly-free morning as it falls in line with the one weekday -- tuesday -- that kojiro keeps sia la luce closed. granted, kojiro doesn't usually sleep in either way, but waking up next to langa is always a welcome treat.
and kojiro has dishes left to do, lest he forgets. ]
Lemme finish up here. I can whip up some carbonara upstairs if you want.
[ so stated with one last, lingering kiss before kojiro lets langa find his feet again, and nods for him to follow to the kitchen. ]
So what's the takeaway from last night? How you feeling about it? Do Mom and Auntie still approve?
[ despite kojiro's past dick transgressions, is what he means? ]
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There's more important things to sort through, anyway. ]
It's not like you were dating me when it happened. [ That would be a different, much bigger problem--but this whole situation has pulled at some insecurity that he's hesitant to voice. The other question is easier. Langa follows Kojiro back to the kitchen, but stays out of his way, letting him do his thing. ] Mom's good now. She was mostly worried about whether or not to tell me, but then you did it, so. That helped a lot.
[ He hesitates, crossing his arms. ]
Mom's going to talk to Aunt Kaede. She's...tricky.
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[ despite the added layer of awkwardness it would contribute to the entire situation, kojiro wishes he could remember anything about kaede. maybe he was a little out of control, if the one-night stands are all a blur for him now. he never meant for it to work out that way; he genuinely did like and respect everyone he slept with. but after a while, he got comfortable with the concept of no strings, and since both parties understood the connection to be fleeting, it never seemed important to fuss over the details.
was kaede tricky back when they--? hell, kojiro couldn't even remember her name until they were "introduced;" how would he know?
he wasn't kidding when he said almost done, though. kojiro's got exactly one prep bowl left to wash before he pops the plug on the sink and rinses away the suds while it drains. ]
Why tricky?
let me know if you'd prefer a different direction here! just seems plausible with kojiro's history
[ How much of this is for him to share? Better question: how much of it will just make Kojiro feel bad? How little will just be dishonest? Truly, it's his own dick to do with as he pleases, so long as he's not hurting himself. Or, it was, before Langa. Even though the outcome was better for everyone, especially Kaede- ]
Aunt Kaede's just been through a lot. When you two...got together, she'd only just started looking into a divorce. You couldn't possibly have known about it. I guess you made an impression, because the whole thing went really fast after that. [ Langa lifts one hand to scratch at his cheek, watching the suds circle around the drain. 'Awkward' doesn't even begin to cover this. ]
Mom thinks she might still have a crush on you after last night. So she wants to talk to her herself. That's all.
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granted, he's never made promises to anyone before langa latched onto his heart. he was always honest about his intentions, and that's part of why it worked. there was nothing to feel guilty about if everyone involved was fully informed, and it justified some boundaries if anyone caught feelings. but faced with the aftermath of that-- ]
Look, I had-- I don't know what to call them. Guidelines, I guess? Just to protect everyone involved.
[ kojiro crosses his arms and leans back against the sink, idly scuffing the toe of his shoe on the ground. ]
I'm a slut, but I've always tried to be safe about it, including with peoples' feelings. I'm not saying it's her fault, at all. I just want you to know, I'd never hurt anyone like that on purpose, and I hope it doesn't make too much trouble for you and your mom.
Is there anything I can do?
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You're not the one who hurt her. Trust me. [ Langa steps in close, slips his arms around Kojiro's waist in a hug and rests his cheek against the man's chest. He doesn't always know what to say, but physical contact? He can do that. ] I believe you, though. I don't think you were dishonest with her. She just...probably needs time to process it, but she'll move on. That's how Mom said it, and she knows her better than anyone. [ Langa squeezes slightly, closing his eyes for a second as he thinks. ]
Mom might appreciate some more desserts. [ A nice 'thank you for talking to my ex-hookup' card. ] You helped us get ahead of it.
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[ desserts are easy. easier than mentally parsing through how he'd face a fling in a serious conversation, anyway. it still feels wrong to expect nanako to field all of it, but she knows how to handle her own sister better than kojiro would. he can just leave it to her and then thank her with tiramisu and cannoli.
kojiro's so lost in his thoughts, he doesn't even realize his hands have both sunk into langa's hair, fingertips settled into slow cycles over his scalp. when he finally reaches that awareness again, he's already pressing kisses to the crown of langa's head, large hands sliding down the back of his neck to rest on his shoulders and keep him close. ]
Think you deserve some spoiling too. Anything you want tonight other than carbonara?
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This. [ When it comes down to it, Langa's needs are simple. ] You. Maybe...somewhere softer. Do you want to watch a movie?
[ As he asks this, he slides his hands up Kojiro's back, tracing a familiar path over his shoulderblades to happily pull himself into that hold. If he were to be a little more honest, he'd admit that he's not thinking so hard about the movie itself. ]
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[ kojiro could take or leave a movie, but any excuse to keep langa in his arms is a good one. snow is a misnomer as far as kojiro's concerned, and he's thought so ever since he first got his hands on langa. he may be crystalline, he may float and drift on his board, but his hands have never failed to push fire straight through to kojiro's core. he sighs happily, presses a soft kiss to the crown of langa's head, and then carefully steps out of his arms. ]
C'mon. Let's go upstairs.
[ then it's all the usual tedium of closing up -- killing the lights, setting the security system, sending the roomba back out for one last paranoid sweep -- before he's shuttling langa upstairs (which may involve more hands on his ass than are entirely necessary). but the second they're through the apartment door, kojiro's got his coat and undershirt off. it's amazing how fast he manages to lose his clothing at any given moment. ]
You can pick something to watch, I'm just gonna change and then I'll get your dinner going.