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Kiryu wakes up to the languid drag of callous against his cheek. With his eyes closed, he could focus on the warmth spread from those fanned out fingertips. They travelled over the corner of his eye, the curve of his cheekbones, outlining his relaxed jaw. A soft tap beside his Adam's apple, then back upwards. Kiryu singled out the feeling, focusing on it like he needed it to survive. It was so gentle. It made him feel safe.
He knew that once his eyes opened, that hand would recoil, back to wherever his face wasn’t, to Kiryu’s disappointment, but he knew it couldn’t last forever. So after a few minutes, he opened his eyes.
Sunlight seeped through the blinds, pouring itself into his vision. He’s met with a grin filled with nothing but sharp teeth. There were no more hands on his face.
“Mornin’, fuckhead.”
Ah, charming nicknames.
“Majima…? You’re still here?”
“Mhm, couldn’t just go and leave ya hangin’ like a one night stand.”
“Don’t you have a family to run?”
“Whaat? Don’t want me here?” Majima pouted. The sight of him was blurred around the edges, but still all jagged and sharp shapes, like he always was. He was laid on his side, like an iron fence, propped up to keep animals out. “Nishida’s takin’ care of it, don’t worry yer pretty little head about it.”
“Hm…” Kiryu keeps the thought that he feels bad for Majima’s overworked captain to himself. “’m glad you’re here.”
“Yeah?” Majima pushed back some unfamiliar tufts of hair on Kiryu’s forehead, tousled from sleep. “Don’t know how you style your hair in the morning without gel, Kiryu-chan.”
“Water’s always worked for me.” Kiryu said with a one shoulder shrug, before flopping onto his back.
Majima glared, “Yer a fuckin’ disaster, you know that?”
Kiryu hummed, “Mhm… not as big of a disaster as you.”
“Aw, yer makin’ me blush!” Majima batted at his shoulder like an embarrassed schoolgirl. It felt like his emotions shifted as frequently as the tap of a metronome. Back and forth. Calm, pouty, angry, happy.
Kiryu sat up and rolled his head against his shoulders. The satisfying crackle of his neck joint made him sigh. He glanced at Majima, who had closed his eye, like sleep threatened to take him back when Kiryu knew for a fact he got his 9 hours. It had taken them a while to get to this point.
The nakedness and vulnerability of Majima’s eyepatch-less face had startled him at that earlier point in their relationship. It made Majima’s face look weaker, even though Kiryu knew how it looked in all the colors of the rainbow. Contorted with rage, happiness, laughter… Majima seemed like he wasn’t afraid to express a thing, before that small leather shield came down.
He remembers running his finger over the angry pink gash along the equator of his eyelid. A little flat, deflated, but at the same time, puffed up with evidence of scarring. The entire time, Majima had his eyebrows furrowed, like he was thinking hard about something Kiryu could never fathom. Nothing was more raw with truth on Majima’s body, than the scars. Majima had lots of them.
He’s traced them, wondering if any were his fault. He’s pressed his lips against them, with Majima’s thin fingers in his hair. If one pressed their hands onto Majima’s bare back, and focused, they could imagine the torture that made the valleys of his skin so drastically uneven. Kiryu’s done it more times than he could count.
“Kaz?” Kiryu realized he was staring.
“Uh.” Kiryu’s train of thought fumbled uselessly into oblivion. He looked away, feeling his face heat up. “Sorry.”
“Fer what? I was just asking if you wanted to get breakfast somewhere.” Majima said blankly. Kiryu guesses that he just didn’t notice.
“Oh.” Kiryu considered their options for a moment. “Why don’t we cook together?”
“Haaah?” Kiryu looked back at Majima.
“I mean, since I usually wake up before you, I usually make breakfast.” Kiryu felt sheepish, rubbing his hand against the hair on the back of his neck. “It’d be nice to have some help.”
“What’re we? A married couple?” Majima scoffed, shoving at Kiryu’s hip playfully.
“We… could be.”
Majima went silent. Kiryu’s heart raced. Why did he say that ?! Kiryu swallowed thickly, his face heating up. He felt the abrupt urge to explain, but as he opened his mouth to say something, Majima snorted.
“That was the worst fuckin’ proposal I’ve ever gotten!” He cackled, and Kiryu felt his heart sink a few inches.
Then, he was jerked to the side, where Majima sat up next to him. The chapped, thin line that was Majima’s mouth crashed against his. The impact was so hard that their teeth clicked against each other. Majima shifted, practically bulldozing him onto his back, before climbing over him. He somehow did all this while keeping their lips connected, constantly moving and frantic. Kiryu groaned into his mouth, feeling Majima’s tongue greedily whip at his. It was hot, scalding, like the burning sting of ramen on the roof of his mouth. He felt his heart start running at top speed.
When they separated, he opened his tightly sealed eyes to see Majima’s half lidded eye, staring at him. His pupils were blown out, and his lips were pink and soft with their shared saliva. With his mouth parted open like that, he sighed, leaning in again. He left a soft, wet impression in his forehead, then his cheeks. His whip-thin hands guided Kiryu’s face, angling him for the sloppy drag of his lips. Kind of… like a dog.
In-between lazy kisses, he whispered to him. “Y’really… don’t know what yer fuckin’ doin’ to me Kaz.”
“Huh…?”
“Yer makin’ me feel shit.” A kiss to the jaw accompanied his furrowed eyebrows.
“I mean…” Kiryu didn’t know what to say to that.
Majima pressed his hips into his abdomen. Kiryu sighed shakily at the pressure of the other man’s weight against his. He placed his hands on both sides of Kiryu’s head, leaning forward and bumping their foreheads together. Majima stared into his eyes intensely.
“I just…” Majima started, and his lips slanted into a sleazy smile. “Want to fucking eat you up.”
Kiryu gulped.
“And… if… we get married.” Kiryu caught red rising up Majima’s face. He slowly wrapped his arms around Majima’s middle. “I can have your entire delicious fuckin’
being
to myself, ain’t that right?”
Kiryu nodded, “I… wouldn’t want it any other way.” He muttered.
“Yer mine, then.” Majima rasped out. Warm, moist breath hit his lips.
“Oh…” Kiryu bit his lip, but Majima’s thumb quickly popped it back out, running his finger tip against it. “Will you marry me then?”
“ Yes , you fuckin’ doofus!” Majima wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him up into a sitting position, squeezing him tightly.
“Goro-” Kiryu wheezed a little from how tightly his arms clamped around him. “I… love you.”
“Pfffft-” Majima let out a long breath, as if it was knocked out of him. He buried his face into the crook of Kiryu’s neck, leaning his weight into him. “I love you too, Kaz.” He spoke into the skin of Kiryu’s shoulder, the vibration of those words made Kiryu shudder. “So fuckin’ much…”
Kiryu felt a drop of rain on his shoulder, and he knew that the man he loved had just been stripped raw, without a care.
And they forgot about breakfast.