[ 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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beefyspaghetti) wrote2021-05-08 06:09 pm
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.