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Hitoshi was starting to question the point of his sleep medication when, as it turns out, all he needs to do to get some shut-eye was to start working on a mind-numbing report for work and let the boredom carry him to sleep. He wasn’t sure how long he was out, his legs propped up on the coffee table and his hands resting on his laptop’s keyboard, ironically creating a long stream of Z’s on the screen, before the sound of the front door unlocking roused him awake.
Without turning his head to his partner at the door, he threw a hand up in a lazy wave and used his free hand to wring out the painful kink in his neck. He suddenly understood the concept of neck pillows that people always had on airplanes; apparently, sleeping with your neck dangling precariously to the side created a hell of a lot of pain.
Katsuki, ever the sadist, laughed at said pain from across the room. “Did your dumb ass actually fall asleep like that?” he said, which rightfully earned him an annoyed groan and a middle finger. That, however, only seemed to amuse him further.
In spite of his teasing, Katsuki didn’t hesitate for a moment as he let his hands replace Hitoshi’s own, massaging the sore muscles with warm hands. “You’re supposed to be resting,” he scolded, voice taking on a soft tone that he reserved for Hitoshi only.
Unbeknownst to most people, Katsuki gave the best massages on the damn planet, and Hitoshi leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. “‘M supposed to rest my leg,” he slurred out, voice still laced with sleep. “Nothing wrong with my hands, so I’m still expected to send in this report by the end of the day.”
Katsuki hummed in response, pressing his palms flat against the nape of Hitoshi’s neck. “You almost done?” The warmth of his lover’s hands and his gentle voice were nearly enough to lull Hitoshi back to sleep.
“Mhm. Was just finishing up,” he muttered in response.
The hands on his neck moved lower to rub circles into his shoulders. Hitoshi’s neck was already feeling leagues better; at this point, his boyfriend was just pampering him.
“Finish it up so I can get my stupid welcome-home kiss already.”
Hitoshi chuckled—didn’t need to look back to know his boyfriend had that impatient frown on his face as he waited to get his undivided attention—and quickly typed out a bullshit ending to the report.
TLDR: the dumb Villain’s obsession with monologuing was his fatal flaw, and I brainwashed him to walk right into the handcuffs and show us where the drugs were being held. The End.
Katsuki snorted over his shoulder. “Someone’s impatient,” he said, like the hypocrite he is, as he watched Hitoshi shut the laptop screen down and toss it to the other side of the couch.
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
His lover’s hands glided over his shoulders, up his neck, landing on the sides of his face as he tilted Hitoshi’s head back until it rested against the cushioned back of the couch. For a moment, he made no move to lean down and kiss him—merely peered down at him, the usual hardness in his features melting away, leaving behind a gentleness, a vulnerability, a loving gaze that only few had the privilege of knowing he possessed. Hitoshi counted himself lucky to be among them.
“I love you,” Hitoshi whispered into the space between them, wondering if those three words would ever be enough to express everything he felt for the man before him.
Katsuki gaze shifted away then, a blush tinting his cheeks. He muttered something under his breath, too muffled for the words to register in Hitoshi’s ears, but he didn’t need to hear it to know what it was.
“Come on,” he said, not even caring how whiny or desperate he sounded. “Kiss me.”
And finally, the distance between them closed as Katsuki leaned down, pressing their lips together. His thumbs rubbed small circles against Hitoshi’s skin, and what could he do besides kiss back and melt into the sensation?
He broke the kiss far sooner than Hitoshi would have liked, only to dive back in with ten times as much vigor. He nipped at Hitoshi’s lip with slightly more force than was really needed, and dove his tongue between Hitoshi’s lips when he gasped at the sudden jolt.
Hitoshi reached a hand up to grip at Katsuki’s wrist—not to stop him, because fuck, did Katsuki know every little way to rile him up in a moment’s notice—but to hold on to a lifeline as he was positively devoured. Despite the warm hands caging him in, every brush of Katsuki’s tongue against his own sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t control the noises slipping past his lips even if he tried.
This kiss, too, ended far too soon. Hitoshi expected another to come his way, maybe after changing from the awkward position they found themselves in, but his hopes were dashed when he was met with an angry, “Asshole! Did you eat the last of that lemon cake?”
Hitoshi blinked up at his partner, face flushed and lips still plump, as he attempted to process the sudden change in tone.
He smacked his lips once, twice, before realizing that, oh, yeah, the taste of that last slice still lingered in his mouth. “Uhh,” he stammered, but before he could come up with an excuse to save him, Katsuki’s hands gripped his cheeks and pulled roughly, and all that came from his mouth was a pained yelp.
“I was looking forward to that, you dick!” With that, Katsuki pulled his hands away and stomped his way to the kitchen. “I’m making kimchi for dinner, and I’m making it extra spicy,” he announced loudly, and Hitoshi wondered how his partner could say any sentence at all with that explosive, angry tone of his and make it sound terrifying.
Then again, he was pretty sure Katsuki’s kimchi could genuinely kill a man.
Hitoshi rubbed his aching cheeks and called out across the apartment, “Babe, that’s so petty.” Despite his best efforts to sound upset and pleading, he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. The stream of curses that came from the kitchen confirmed that Katsuki wouldn’t budge on the matter, but it only made Hitoshi laugh harder.