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Darlin.
Sweetheart.
Love.
All the names Toji calls him resonate through Satoru, growing day by day in sincerity and frequency. Before, it was in the privacy of their shared spaces. Now, Toji moves towards him, whispering his name and more in Satoru's ear, nuzzling past the white tresses that cover the back of his ears. The kids groan and roll their eyes every time Satoru shows up when Megumi doesn't have a lesson- only sighing a bit less when he does in fact have lessons.
Every time it's the same- Toji answers the door with a gentle, hushed, "Hey darlin."
It always gets him worked up, whether he shows up in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Satoru preens like a bird, leaning in around his equipment for easy access to Toji's wandering affections tied to his hands and lips.
"Can you wait until I've gotten the chance to learn something before you assault my teacher?"
Megumi always chides him, pulling the two away from each other with a tapping foot and readied posture. Satoru clears his throat, before a high pitched keen is ripped from him by Toji’s hand squeezing his ass.
“Dad!” Megumi shouts, and Toji laughs both at his son’s exasperated features and the growing blush creeping up on Satoru’s neck. He leaves them be, making his way to the back yard with the dogs to listen to the faint music that the two weave into the atmosphere of the woods. They’re done in a few hours, Megumi picking up his things and watching his father immediately hone in on Satoru’s unoccupied attention.
“You staying for dinner, pumpkin? We can order something in- take our time.”
He ends every other word with a kiss and further whispered names, Satoru’s hands batting him away as he tries to help Megumi clean up. There’s the teasing start of a smile on the instructor’s lips, his eyebrows furrowed in playful anger and cheeks puffed out like a child. It makes Toji want to smoosh his cheeks, forcing the built up air out of them.
“Maybe- if you behave!” Satoru chastises, huffing in appreciation as Toji puts his hands to better use cleaning up and sorting out various papers and writing utensils. They fall into their comfortable silence, watching Megumi out of the corner of their eyes as he gently yawns. He’s herded out of the living room by the two dogs, his hands trailing over their heads as he blearily wanders down the hallway to his room. Toji watches him, isn’t surprised when Megumi doesn’t even look back down the hall towards him, and clicks his door closed. He turns back to Satoru, who has turned his own attention back towards Toji, sitting with a stack of papers lazily hanging from his hands.
“Anything for you, doll.”
“Anything?” Satoru looks at him, and Toji leans forward, their noses practically touching. He leans forward, closing the gap until he feels his lips touch Toji’s and feels just as much hears him as he utters his name like a love-sick prayer.
“Anything , Satoru.”