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"Can I open the door?"
Nanako's bright voice lowers into a whisper with a single panicked look from Suguru. Her sister is sleeping on Suguru's back, hoisted up into a side-piggyback with his left arm. Suguru gives the blonde a smile.
"Do you remember which way to turn the key?"
"Yes."
Nanako nods her head enthusiastically. Suguru digs into his pocket and fishes out his keys, hands them over to the little girl.
"Let's see how you do it."
Suguru gives her a little headpat, pulls away. The sun is setting, halfway down already. The three of them had a long day. Tsumiki will be back from her after school classes soon. Maybe Suguru can manage to get half an hour of nap time by then.
Nanako pushes in the key and twists it, and the door opens immediately. Suguru puts his hand on her shoulder. He's sure he locked it thrice before leaving. Maybe Tsumiki'd came early?
Suguru takes a step forward to push open the door, foot steps approach, and the door is pulled open from the inside. Suguru stops.
"Satoru?"
"Suguru~!!"
Satoru chirps, and once again a fixing look from Suguru is enough to make him lower the volume. He takes a few steps back, faint blush to his cheeks, and lets his family enter the house.
"You're back early!"
Nanako whispers, Satoru crouches and pulls her into a quick hug as he hums affirmatively. Nanako kisses his cheek.
"Is Megumi here too?"
"He's asleep in the living room. We were napping."
Suguru is fumbling with his shoes, and Satoru ruffles Nanako's hair before he gets up.
"You go wash up, I'll put your sister to bed, alright?"
Nanako's quick to catch on, she kicks off her shoes and dashes to the bathroom. Satoru moves to take Mimiko from Suguru's back and cradles her against his chest, giving Suguru a peck on the lips before he pulls away.
"I didn't know you guys were coming early."
Suguru murmurs, taking off his shoes and hanging his and the girls' coats. Satoru smiles at him, fond, the warm lights of the sunset illuminating his dazzling face from the window on his left.
"Surprise?"
He tries. With a little smile Suguru leans in, kisses him on the lips. Again, and then once more, one more because he can't get enough. Caresses down the side of his neck with his knuckles, a move as tender and sensual as his kisses.
"Suguru..."
Satoru whines softly. Suguru presses in one last close-lipped kiss before pulling away. He loves that Satoru wears his heart on his sleeve for him only, expressive and honest. Suguru has to inhale deeply to pull himself together.
"The perfect surprise."
He says. Satoru licks his lips, like he can savour Suguru's aftertaste.
"Megumi's-"
"I'll get him."
Suguru reassures, Satoru exhales softly.
Suguru takes off Mimiko's shoes and coat and lets Satoru take her away. There's tea on the stove, and empty packets of instant noodles by the sink. Well, Satoru's never been the best cook, but Suguru's glad they at least ate something.
Megumi must've been napping on Satoru's chest, he looks a bit awkward on the couch. When Suguru slides his arms under his little body the boy wakes up.
"'Toru?"
Megumi says groggily, Suguru brushes his hair away from his face, rubbing under his cheeks.
"It's me."
"Oh."
Megumi says, opens his mouth wide with a dragged-out, biiig yawn.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Suguru echoes back. He tugs Megumi onto his lap as he sits on the couch, rubbing down the boy's back.
"How was your first overseas mission?"
Megumi taps his fingers on Suguru's chest, thinking about his answer, his brain waking up slowly.
"It happened too fast. 'Toru finished it off too quickly."
Megumi complains. Suguru finds himself chuckling.
"He's a bit annoying, isn't he?"
"The worst."
Megumi agrees wholeheartedly, making Suguru snort out a laugh. Satoru walks in at just the right moment to catch the two of them snickering. He raises an eyebrow.
"My six eyes are telling me that you two are talking shit about me."
"Don't cuss in front of the kids, Satoru, where are your manners?"
Satoru's pretty face twists into a frown immediately, with an annoyed pout as icing on top of the cake. Suguru could devour him in a single bite. His cruel gaze makes Satoru blush, open and close his mouth a few times like a fish.
"Megumi's worse than me, though!"
Satoru finally blurts;
"He said the F word to one of his classmates, I saw it!"
"Fucking snitch."
Megumi whispers under his breath. Suguru fixes Megumi with a look.
"Don't say that when your sisters are around. Where did you even learn that?"
"Do you really want me to answer?"
Megumi deadpans. Satoru clicks his tongue and shoos Megumi off Suguru's lap, puts his hands on his back and pushes him out the room.
"Why don't you go and shower? You stink."
The boy picks at his clothes and smells himself, and Satoru tries not to make it obvious that he's holding his breath in anticipation.
Megumi hums, coming to the conclusion that yes he does smell like curse guts. The type of smell that's omnipresent in their apartment, something the five of them got more or less used to and Tsumiki can't even smell in the first place.
Megumi throws Satoru a look that gives him the chills before he turns around and leaves. Satoru practically flies back to where Suguru is sitting, and plops down onto his lap.
"OOF!"
Suguru says dramatically, Satoru ignores his theatrics, and proceeds to shuffle until he's comfortably seated in Suguru's arms when they've got all the space on the couch. He wraps his legs around Suguru's waist, arms around his neck, nose brushes past Suguru's.
"You know, by the door--"
"C'mere."
Suguru cuts him off, that lower pitch of his voice he saves only for Satoru, like navy blue velvet. He grabs Satoru by the jaw and pulls him in to continue the kiss they had to cut short.
The last rays of the sun filter through their drapes, Satoru slides his hands into Suguru's hair and holds the back of his neck. Kissing Suguru truly feels like coming home, like he's finally at peace, somewhere he belongs. Satoru sighs into it.
When Suguru's tongue slips inside his mouth, Satoru grinds his hips down, grins when Suguru's hands scramble to hold him in place.
"You're so needy."
Suguru accuses, Satoru tugs at his hair to angle his face better before he kisses him again, bites his bottom lip down because he's a little shit.
"Cut me some slack, I haven't seen my boyfriend at all last week."
"I bet he missed you."
Suguru says, kisses down Satoru's cheeks to the underside of his chin, making him sigh.
"He can't live without me, of course he did."
"You're so full of yourself."
Suguru accuses him again, biting at his throat before licking the pain away. Satoru tries to grind against him again, holding down a moan.
"I'd rather be full of you."
"Satoru.."
Suguru hisses, squeezes his sides like he's barely keeping himself under control, and Satoru knows that he is. That if the kids weren't home, Suguru had already bent him over these cushions.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Suguru squishes his cheeks and kisses him again, one of maybe two or three other effective ways to shut him up. Satoru hugs his neck again, kissing back sweetly, pulling away and pressing in little pecks before he dives in again for a deeper kiss.
Suguru's hands smooth down his waist, trail up and down his back, squeeze at his sides. Satoru mewls against his lips and Suguru kisses his voices off. He holds Satoru tighter, nuzzles the side of his cheek before pressing a kiss, before Satoru desperately turns his face to capture Suguru's lips again.
Their kisses shift between passionate and soft, full of desire either way. Satoru cards his fingers through Suguru's hair, massaging down his scalp, panting out chuckles when Suguru's breath hitches.
Suguru finally breaks away, tugging Satoru's collar down to pepper kisses over the heated skin of his collars. Satoru tugs his face up, and Suguru meets his flushed face, blown eyes, needy gaze.
"I love you so much."
He whispers, a drunk smile stretching his lips when Satoru's light skin flushes a shade darker.
"You're so cheesy."
"Shut up and say it back."
Suguru cuts him off, making Satoru giggle. Satoru leans in and gives him one more sweet kiss.
"I love you."
Suguru returns the kiss, Satoru bites his own lip to suppress his invasive grin and Suguru shamelessly kisses his teeth. Satoru parts his lips, tongue poking out, and Suguru copies the motion in pavlovian response, leans in to close the little distance.
Someone drops something. With a grunt Satoru pulls away, throwing a glare over his shoulder at the mortal who dared disturbed their moment. It's Megumi, he's got piles of dirty dishes held between his little arms, a plastic bowl just fell over.
"What are those?"
"You're really lousy adults, you know that right?"
Megumi says instead, making the duo snort. Of course they know, and Satoru very clearly takes great pride in being a headache.
"No, seriously, what are those?"
"I'm cleaning my room."
"All of those bowls are yours?"
Satoru half hangs down Suguru's lap, bent into a quarter from the middle of his back. Suguru picks up a comfortable rhythm of caressing up and down Satoru's side, nothing stimulating, but to just touch, keep a hold on him so the dumbass won't fall.
"No, I picked up everyone's dishes."
"Aren't you the sweetest, my Megumi-chan~"
Satoru chirps, Megumi rolls his eyes. He tries to crouch to pick up the bowl from the floor, his mountain of dishes wobbling. Suguru pats Satoru's hip.
"I'll help you, Megumi. Give me a second."
"Nooo~ Don't leave mee~"
Satoru whines, trying to koala cling onto Suguru. Megumi laughs condescendingly at him.
"You're such a baby."
He insults, Satoru sticks out his tongue at him. Suguru gets up when he manages to detach Satoru from his body, and picks up the clatter from Megumi's arms.
"You just grab that bowl for me, will you?"
He smiles. Megumi nods, picking it up and following Suguru to the kitchen. Satoru manspreads on the couch and watches the two of them move to the open kitchen.
"Your sister will be back any minute now. Go ask Nanako if she's busy, I don't think we have food at home, and I could do with an extra set of hands."
Suguru pauses, turns to look at Megumi who's already making his way to the back of the house where their bedrooms are.
"You'll help too, right?"
"I'll see what I can do."
Megumi replies before he turns the corner and disappears.
"Cocky brat."
Satoru mumbles, walking up to hug Suguru from behind. Suguru smirks.
"Wonder where he got it from."
"Now you're just being mean!"
Satoru complains. He's cute when he's sulking, pouty lips, baby blue eyes and thick white lashes batting up prettily at Suguru. Suguru grins, turns his head to kiss Satoru on his swollen pout.
"Am I wrong, though?"
Satoru only groans, snuggling into Suguru's back, watches him wash the dishes, pick out dried food and sauce stains off with the sponge.
"You're not gonna help?"
Suguru asks, already knowing the answer.
"I'm moral support."
Satoru says confidently. Suguru chuckles softly, turns to give Satoru another little kiss.
The front door opens, the keychain clicking against the metal of the lock.
"I'm home!"
Tsumiki greets, taking off her shoes after she closes the door.
"Welcome home!"
Satoru and Suguru greet her in union. Tsumiki raises her head.
"Oh, Satoru-san, you're home!"
She chirps, Megumi reappears to greet her at the door as well, getting pulled into a hug immediately.
Yeah, Satoru thinks; looking at the two of them by the entrée, at Nanako dragging a yawning Mimiko into the living room; I'm home.
He squeezes Suguru tighter, planting a kiss into the crook of his neck, smiling against his skin.
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