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It’s cold-
Getting colder really.
Is it too cold for this time of the year? Or is it always like this when it gets to this point? Its weird- kinda funny if you want to think it so, how quickly we forget.
He looks to him-
It’s funny how quick we forget things about the weather, but not about each other. We were already doing this, this time last year, weren’t we?
For sure.
A lot has changed since then- has it gotten any easier?
Satou glances to him, and he smiles-
Oh- how long have I been smiling?
Satou’s genuine full smile makes its way one his face. His eyes closed like a comfortable cat’s- that’s always the giveaway, it’s always so obvious. Well, to him of course. He’s seen it more than anyone- when the corners of his eyes wrinkle ever so slightly, and brows don’t furrow in doing the action when he’s faking it. It’s subtle the differences the real from the fake; but in private like this?
Right now? As they’re walking on this empty street on a cool night?
There’s no doubt or even need to think about it.
It hasn’t gotten any easier, because his heart still flutters, and his chest swells, and face heats up with just thoughts and a foot of distance.
Ah.
“What is it?” he asks, watching as the other takes a half seat on the ledge of the low wall off to the side.
“Nothing.” He responds
“You’re not tired, we’re only a block out.”
“you’re right, I’m not.” He says stretching out his arms- a silent signal of ‘come here’. He ends up closing his palms once and opening them again: ‘come here, please’.
Yoshida lets out a sigh- one that doesn’t mean anything really. They both know this. He goes and steps between the other’s 2 legs that are a bit comically jutting out because of his height on such a low wall, but it’s fine because now he’s face to face with Yoshida, actually a centimeter or two below, because he’s having to look ever so gently up.
“What?” Yoshida asks
He doesn’t respond immediately, his eyes are relaxed in that way when he’s thinking- when he’s scheming. Hopefully it’s nothing extreme. His head cocks slightly to this side though- it’s something new then- hopefully he cant hear how his heart is racing now in anticipation of whatever convoluted thing is going to come out of his mouth- because I swear he always can.
“Kissu.” he says without a sliver of shame- not that he ever has any.
Seriously? He’s puckering up and everything.
Yoshida doesn’t respond immediately- though the expression on his face is already a response that Satou takes pleasure in anyways. He’s got his outstretched arms slightly squeezing the other too now, ever so slightly trapping him, because the moment he’s going to try to turn to walk away and scoff him off he wont be able to and then he’ll be able to just pull him and feel him squirm and whine for a bit. So c’mon, take the step so I can get my reward.
“You want a kiss?”
Oh? You’re going to stall? Going to try to tease me? You know you’re not capable of that~ Come on squirm, don’t try to act like you know what you’re doing.
He nods childishly- a firm head shake or two with eyes closed, a smile still plastered on his face, and suddenly he feels hands on both sides of his face.
That’s not what he was expecting- he wants to open his eyes, they almost do- but he feel’s his boyfriend’s soft lips touch his before he even can, setting a proper kiss on his.
Oh.
He reciprocates it- how can he not.
He melts into it- he can’t believe he does
He kind of can’t believe he did either.
The funky stiff outstretched arms relax, and end up going to his sides instead of around the other how he wanted to initially, because he’s melted so much he’ll fall if he doesn’t prop himself up, because he doesn’t want to move an inch.
It’s a proper and prolonged kiss- a tender one. Nothing out of the ordinary for them except that-
“ack- fuck we’re in public.” The other hisses-
Ha, now’s his chance.
He’s adjusts himself so that he can move again now, and he wraps an arm around the other at the hip, pulling him in as close as he can, trying with enough gentle force so that the other will fall on him, but it doesn’t happen- how sad.
“So? You know no one’s going to pass through at this hour.”
“oh come on it’s not that late.” He gripes back, slightly pushing the other back futilely.
Satou looks at his watch, and then turns his wrist so the other can see the time too.
He grimaces a bit more- “fine, you’re right.” But his arms have already rested on the other’s shoulders before he even saw the time, did he even notice he did that?
There’s no point in thinking about it though, because Satou has successfully placed his boyfriend in between his arms, successfully resting them on his bony hips, hands intertwined behind him, thumbs grazing ever so slightly at the small of his back. Delicious
“You’re totally whipped, yknow?”
What?
He’d been in a trance, so out of it because feeling this easy felt as good as a dream, he was so out of it he failed to see Yoshida’s various shifts of expressions, blatant indicators of the thoughts going around in his head. Thoughts that had sort of been thought before, the thinking over these thoughts, observing who these thoughts were and are about, and drawing up a conclusion which was already thought over once before, now being thought over once again. Along with thinking over if this conclusion should even be voiced to the subject, and finally the decision to do so. It was a complicated series of expressions that went along with it, Yoshida would always fail to know how much his face gave away his thoughts unless (maybe) if he was looking in a mirror. But today he lucked out.
Today he lucked out because his little conclusion turned out to be true and played out in his favor.
“What did you just say?”
Yoshida’s blush of nervousness just from having said such a ridiculous (because come on- it totally is!) thing intensifies, undoubtedly because of rising nervousness of whatever torment Satou is going to execute in retaliation of him having said that. So, it’s not going to get worse if he repeats it, may as well stand by it.
“I said, I have you totally whipped.” He says leaning forward into the other’s face. “I wish you could’ve seen your face after… after I did that. You totally weren’t expecting it.”
“I totally wasn’t.”
A pause from both of them.
“I liked it. A lot” he says, leaning forward
“Yeah no shit you looked- you- you looked…” he trails off in embarrassed little sputters as the other successfully places his chin on his chest, never breaking his upward gaze of him. He’d gotten the upper hand, but he didn’t have the skill to keep it for long.
The fact he got it at all is actually impressive.
“Is it weird for you that I’m whipped? I like you… a lot. I love you- it’d make sense that I would be, right?” He asks almost ironically going and snuggling into the other’s neck, reveling in the other’s little winces and quite protests- because after all, it’s late- in a residential area- can’t make a ruckus- and don’t want to bring attention to them both in any form. “Are you really that surprised?”
It makes sense once you think about it for more than 5 seconds but it’s still incredible this naïve numbskull made the conclusion all on his own- maybe his own behavior is rubbing off on him more than- well at all.
“I don’t know.” He finally responds- only after Satou has slightly pulled away, “sort of, yeah. Because you’re… you, yknow? I mean it’s not something I thought of just of now. I actually, well- you remember that, when we had that fight?” He nods, “I don’t know what I expected you to do that time, but you just, backed off. You backed away, and I never said it like properly, but thanks. I needed that… I liked that you did that. It felt right that you did- for me, yknow? But I dunno I didn’t also expect that I would be the one to grab your hand and say it was ok, and for you to follow along- for you to follow me and agree when I did that.”
He fidgets a bit in place, he hasn’t looked directly to Satou beyond a passing embarrassed glance during all of this, his beady little eyes just go that way, and the other way, and back over there. Satou can even feel his hands, fidgeting the same as he does, just behind his neck, fingers intertwining and undoing ever so often with certain statements, every time a finger grazing against the skin of his neck sending cold shocks through his body because… well because he’s totally fucking whipped.
“I still don’t know how to feel about it beyond… thank you. Which, isn’t an emotion.”
“Gratitude is the word you’re looking for.”
“Gratitude doesn’t totally get the feeling of it all.” Satou nods, and he pauses, visibly thinking. “I don’t know, I just…” he visibly gets more nervous, his head falling lower as to avoid showing his face to Satou.
Satou doesn’t expect him to say anything more, the trailing off was enough for him to get it- but Yoshida ends up leaning down to him, arms wrapping around tighter, and face being placed on his shoulder before turning into his neck and mumbling it out.
“I didn’t quite get that~” he teases, as he goes and squeezed the other tightly also
He says it again, but it’s muffled this time as his face is buried in the others jacket.
“Eeeehhh?~ what?” He teases further
He can feel Yoshida start to squirm a bit, but his hands grip on tighter to him- he hopes he can’t feel how fast his heart is beating.
Yoshida is able to turn his face slightly despite Satou’s tight hug, and his own embarrassing clinging- he knows Satou heard him the other times, he knows he’s just teasing him now, but at the same time, it can’t be a tease, because it’s so obvious how over the moon he is hearing him say it- he can’t believe how much he’s letting it show.
Letting show just how fucking whipped he is by him.
“I love you.”