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The atmosphere of the night was serene, despite the ordeal Momo had just endured he felt at peace as he walked alongside his partner. There weren't many cars, so it was oddly silent despite them being in the city, but that quiet offered a sense of comfort.
He glanced at Yuki, and when he did, he met his eyes. That for some reason surprised him. Had Yuki been staring at him all this time? Momo was grateful to the mask that hid his flustered face.
Yuki's expressions were probably hard to guess for most, but after so many years Momo had gotten used to the subtle nuances. The way his brows furrowed or his eyes squinted, the slight shift in his mouth. He was like an open book for Momo at this point.
That was why even with a mask the tender gaze from Yuki was enough to make Momo quickly avert his eyes. He enjoyed his love. It gave him energy, a sense of purpose. Made him feel warm and loved, yet at the same time, Momo felt easily flustered when those feelings were pointed at him so aggressively.
Their hands brushed, the backside touching. Momo wanted to hold his hand, but they were nearing the point where they would need to separate. If he grabbed his hand now he wouldn't want to let go.
The intersection was nearing, and Momo started to wish for time to slow down for a bit, he didn’t want to be apart. Not tonight, he just wanted to be close to Yuki for a little while. That was all he asked for.
"I guess we go our separate ways here?" Momo voiced reluctantly as he put on his best smile. Not that it was particularly convincing with the mask on his face. He didn’t want to leave though, he wanted to stay by him, hold his hand and— "Well I'll see you—"
"—stay," Yuki said as he cut him off. Momo paused his theatrics and looked at him in surprise. What? Was this a dream, had he really just asked exactly what he was hoping for?
"...Yuki?"
There was a warmth around his hand as Yuki took a hold of it. "Come home with me tonight, Momo."
Momo's eyes widened at the request. He wouldn't say no, he shouldn't have even been as shocked as he was. But with the atmosphere, the situation, and his guilt about what he put him through. "Yuki…"
"You don't want to?"
Flustered and excited, Momo responded quickly and without hesitation. "I do! I just… was a bit surprised." He felt happy, yet also embarrassed by the request and his own hesitation. Was this okay? Being beside Yuki like this?
Satisfied, Yuki smiled in a way that was noticeable even with his mask, and he started to guide Momo in the direction of his home. He pulled him along by his hand even though Momo knew the way by heart by now.
Momo's eyes remained on their hands that were linked together, his heartbeat going faster than it should have with the pace that they were walking.
Yuki's home smelled just as he remembered. Not that it had been a long time since he had entered the place. He was just there probably a week ago.
Yuki had released his hand when they got to his home. If Momo felt like pouting about the loss of contact he kept the thought to himself as he attempted to deflect the needy feelings in himself by offering things for Yuki.
"Want me to make you something to eat?" He offered as he walked ahead of Yuki inside of the apartment, his shoes left by the entrance alongside his partner as his socks met the floor. An occasional creak resounding with his steps.
Momo had complained about it once. Only for Yuki to tell him "it adds character, you have your own place anyway." It was all true, but Momo couldn't help but wonder why he didn’t choose somewhere with a nicer floor, they could afford that now. Even though the rest of the apartment was nice, and it wasn't far from where he lived.
A small hopeful part of Momo wondered if that was a part of the reason Yuki chose this place. Momo played with the thought. Was Yuki that passionate about him though? He wondered about it, but his thoughts didn't last for long.
His thoughts were interrupted by arms wrapping around his waist and Yuki's face nuzzling against his neck. He was being embraced. So suddenly and intensely, Yuki was embracing him.
"...Yuki!?"
"You've been really bad for my heart lately, Momo." Was Yuki's mumbled comment. Momo wanted to play it off. To laugh and joke about the way Yuki was acting. If he flirted like usual he could divert maybe but… for some reason…
"Sorry," was all he managed. Because he didn't like making Yuki worry. It was why he kept so much from him about the things he did. Yuki held him tighter. The tight embrace, the close proximity, it all made Momo feel like he would burst. He just might. It was too much, if Yuki showed him this much love he couldn’t handle himself.
Yuki hummed in a way Momo couldn’t discern, it sounded almost mischievous. A long breath slipped from Yuki’s lips as he tightened his embrace on Momo. “Is that all you have to say for yourself?” His tone was more amused than judging.
“I can beg for your forgiveness on my knees? Oh! Or I could make you dinner every night for a month!?” Momo gave most of the offers in jest, but he also had no issue with fulfilling either of them. If it was for Yuki he would do anything.
“Oh? If I choose the latter, you would have to live with me again for that time.”
A heat that was hard to ignore came to Momo’s cheeks as he attempted to look back at Yuki. “You say that like it’s a bad thing?” Momo questioned, but Yuki didn’t answer. He simply chuckled as he remained in position.
They settled into silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Momo wanted to turn around and look at Yuki. To see his face.
“Yuki…” Momo started. For a moment he felt as though words were failing him, even though he could usually ramble so easily. “How long are you going to hold me like this?”
“You don’t like it?” There was an almost dejected tone to Yuki’s voice, as if he genuinely believed Momo was unhappy with being held by him. The possibility annoyed Momo, just a little bit.
He shook his head to the best of his ability. “No! Not that. I um…” He tried to look back at Yuki. “I want to see your face?”
Silence again, but this time a bit awkward as Yuki seemed to hesitate. Eventually, however, he released Momo and stepped back. Once Momo was finally able to turn around and look at him, he couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at how red Yuki was.
Even when they were alone he was easily embarrassed, it was cute in someone who usually appeared so cool.
Momo approached him and reached out his hand, but Yuki took a step back. The sudden dodge gave Momo pause as he stared at him in confusion. Was he just rejected?
"Wait…" Yuki averted his eyes briefly before he looked at Momo again with a look that was a mix between irritation and sadness. "Promise me something."
Momo didn't hesitate when he said, "Anything!" With a genuine smile.
Yuki narrowed his eyes as if he doubted the genuineness of his response. "Never do something like this again."
"Yu—"
"I don't want to lose you." Yuki spoke. His voice was low and restrained. Momo expected this, yet he also didn't think Yuki would actually be able to say the words.
This time Momo didn't hesitate to approach him, and when he did he bumped his forehead against his. "I'll try," he said. He knew full well the answer wouldn't be good enough.
Yuki pouted but didn't move away. "I'll hold you to that, or I just might not let you out of my sight again."
The threat caused Momo to blush. It was hardly something that sounded like a bad thing to him. "I'll be a good boy," Momo responded with a smile that was probably a bit too mischievous for his words.
"Momo—"
Momo moved his face down to rest in the crook of Yuki's neck. Effectively interrupting his words. "Do you trust me, Yuki?"
There was no hesitation when Yuki said, "I do."
Satisfied, Momo wrapped his arms around Yuki and embraced him. He was so warm and the scent of his cologne still lingered softly on him. It brought a sense of comfort to Momo.
After awhile, Yuki let out a sigh and returned the embrace.
There were things left unsaid, things they wanted to say but didn't know quite how to, but for now it didn’t matter.
"I love you, Yuki." Momo mumbled into the crook of his neck. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of Yuki's body or his own embarrassment that made his face feel so hot.
"...I love you too, Momo." Yuki's words were followed by his hand softly combing through Momo's hair. The soft display of affection only made him feel more at home, more safe.
"...Can I stay for more than one night?" Momo asked, drunk on the warmth of Yuki's embrace.
"Stay as long as you like."
Happy with his words, Momo chuckled. He really was lucky.