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“Chuuya?”
The sound of the door shutting echoes throughout the apartment, and Chuuya looks up from the floor to find a sliver of Atsushi’s head peaking up from the couch. In another second, his entire face joins the view, staring at Chuuya from across the room. Even at this distance, he can catch the hues layered in those irises, and he finds himself unable to move before Atsushi is jumping off the couch and into his arms in record time.
The impact punches a laugh out of him as he drops everything to accompany Atsushi’s weight now in his arms — nothing else matters besides the way Atsushi feels against him, so very real and alive and his. He ducks his head into his lover’s neck and tugs Atsushi into the same position until they’re both clutching at each other, pressed chest to chest. Once his mind clears up enough to allow his arms to hurt from the position, he peels himself away and raises his hands to capture Atsushi’s face between his palms.
“Oh,” he breathes, watching the way Atsushi’s eyes are glossed over and how the dopiest of smiles is adorning his cheeks. “You’re just as gorgeous as I remember.”
Atsushi’s laugh is mixed in with a sob, and it’s only at that moment that their lips meet, just the firm press of joyful smiles joining each other as Atsushi almost shakes in Chuuya’s hold.
When they pull back, Chuuya sighs and strokes Atsushi’s cheeks with his thumbs. “I missed your pretty face so much.”
“I missed you, too,” Atsushi murmurs through his smile, eyes crinkling around the edges. Chuuya has no mind to step away, to move them out of the doorway, until another ten kisses later. They finally wrestle their way into the kitchen despite how both of them keep stealing kisses at every moment. Eventually, Chuuya gets his luggage out of the way and against the wall to turn to the comfortable scene of his home, cozy and recently-cleaned, no doubt.
He sighs again and sags against the island in the middle of the room, fingers thrumming against the marble as it settles over him that he’s finally home. While away-missions aren’t uncommon, they still only manage to snag him in odd, long moments where he’s away for days to weeks. Often, they were mostly just dreaded — being away from Yokohama and the Mafia wasn’t incredible, and these types of missions required him to stay in hotels that always seemed daunting and uncomfortable. But now with Atsushi, they’re the bane of his existence.
Luckily, they’re even rarer than usual, but in this particular case, he had been pulled away for two or so weeks. Even though Atsushi resided in his apartment for the most part, it’d still been an anxiety-inducing amount of time away. Despite, seeing Atsushi’s face has brought him the most joy he’s felt throughout the entire month.
“Come here,” he murmurs to his lover, still busy with awkwardly trying to figure out where to put the suitcases. Atsushi looks up at him and his face practically melts back into a smile. He walks back towards Chuuya and slumps into his arms, Chuuya’s arms wrapping around his waist to hold him close. “Miss me?”
Atsushi only manages a nod into his shoulder. He’s not crying, but it’s something close when a newfound relief ghosts over his face and he pulls away to skate his hands to Chuuya’s jaw. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“We called every day,” Chuuya says lightly, not a tease, but a reminder that he will always be here even if he can’t be here.
“It’s not the same,” Atsushi sighs, his fingers still ghosting across Chuuya’s features as if he’s recording every line of his skin. “It’s not the same as holding you.”
The words send a pang through his heart, full of desire and love that has him leaning into Atsushi’s open palms and nodding. “I know it’s not. But now you can, see?” He leans forward and plants a soft kiss to his cheek. “Now you can.”
Atsushi lets out a soft giggle at that, drawing his hands away to steal another kiss. “I didn’t cook anything, but there’s some takeout from earlier today I left for you. If you’re hungry, yeah?”
Chuuya simply hums at the proposition, hands settling comfortably at Atsushi’s waist before the man can slip away. He lets the question hang in the air as he draws Atsushi’s eyes to his, and when they lock, he smiles. “I was actually feeling a bit hungry for something else.”
Atsushi’s smile slips into a smirk, one that tells Chuuya has him captured between the proposition and his very hands burning into his lower back. Before he can prompt him to do anything, Atsushi’s hands find purchase on the curve of his thighs and tug him closer.
“Excited?”
Atsushi smiles as he ducks his head down to Chuuya’s neck, swaying with him in a way that can only be stalling, if only to slowly rile Chuuya up in the way he knows he is. “I told you I missed you,” he murmurs into his ear, and the words have Chuuya holding on tighter to Atsushi as he’s hoisted up onto the counter with one fluid motion.
It knocks the air out of him, adoration seeping in where he stares down at Atsushi. Desire is clear in their hands, but he can see the way his eyes flicker, the way they both pause just to admire each other after going so long without being able to touch.
“Show me how much, then,” Chuuya challenges through his teeth. And it’s through those very same bones that he inhales sharply when his lover’s hands find purchase ghosting across his chest, Atsushi’s nose pressed to Chuuya’s skin. He can hear every time he inhales, feel every time he exhales, and he knows that Atsushi can, too, hand over his heart and diaphragm so that every breath is recorded in those fingertips.
They stay like that for a moment, just slow, heavy breaths while they remember what the warmth and life of each other feel like in their hold. But then feathery exhales shift into the heat of muscle, and Chuuya involuntarily gasps as Atsushi licks a stripe up the curve of his neck and to the underside of his jaw.
“Like this?” Atsushi asks, feigned innocence dripping off his tongue that attaches to the base of Chuuya’s neck.
Chuuya sighs and falls back into that comfort. Of Atsushi so close to his pulse, admiring the veins that keep him alive with delicately placed kisses and soft scrapes of his teeth. “Yeah,” he breathes, relaxing, tensed muscles unwinding, “like that, princess.”
The perk of having his lover so close to him like this is that he has the pleasure of feeling the smile that blooms across Atsushi’s face at the nickname. It’s a shame that Chuuya can’t see the flush paired with it, sure, but he relishes in still having such a hold with a sickeningly sweet word.
Atsushi’s teeth greet him next, another slow few scrapes and small nips hidden between a suck and another kiss. Chuuya couldn’t care less about what his skin may look like afterwards — hickeys are nothing near a concern. Rather, he enjoys showing off the heartful of love Atsushi likes to present him with. It’s something he’s recently come to terms with, that it’s something he needs.
And yet, when there’s a particularly sharp little sting, just enough of the press of Atsushi’s canines that he can feel it, a new thrill fills him. One far more satisfying than adorning purple bruises.
“You can bite me harder.”
Atsushi pulls back (to Chuuya’s dismay) with a questioning look. “Harder?”
Even as he speaks, Chuuya is too distracted by those very canines, sharp and polished in feline ways that remind him Atsushi truly holds his strength at the core. He yearns to be branded by them. The thought is terrifying and glorifying all at once.
“Yeah,” Chuuya mutters, arms already beckoning Atsushi back down to his exposed jawline. “Yeah, you can bite me harder.” He sees the uncertainty in those eyes, just then, and he pauses, unwinding his arms. “If you want to, Atsushi.” A kiss to his nose. “Just because it’s something I want doesn’t mean it’s something that has to happen, especially if you don’t.”
“No—,” Atsushi starts, but he pauses in a breath. “No, uhm, that’s... fine...” he breathes out. “Are you sure? What if I make you bleed?”
“Then that’s okay,” Chuuya says hesitantly, unsure how to approach it any other way. He decides to take the blunt route, in the end. “That’s the point.”
He can see the exact moment Atsushi realises, by the way his eyes widen and his face glows read, the small little ‘oh’ almost inaudible if their faces weren’t so close.
“I can do that,” he says after a moment of silence that Chuuya lets him have. “Just to confirm—”
“Yes, love. I’m sure.”
Atsushi smiles up at him, and he feels his insides fall apart. Before he can say anything else, he presses their lips together and draws Atsushi back in all at once, inhaling through his nose and tangling his fingers through white hair.
They just kiss for a few moments, just for the sake of it, because Atsushi is warm and Chuuya’s hands are soothing and they fit together in such an addicting way that reminds them of home. But soon enough, Atsushi’s lips leave his and trail down again, to his jaw where he plants more pecks and nips, and down to the line of veins on his neck.
“Bite,” Chuuya repeats softly, chin tilted up but eyes staying glued on what he can see of Atsushi’s face.
And Atsushi’s teeth greet his neck, harsher and far less kind than before, the power of his jaw locked when he presses his canines further into his skin and breaks the first layer beneath it. Chuuya gasps softly, squeezing his eyes shut at the concentrated sting of it, and Atsushi immediately breaks off.
“Are you okay? Did that hurt?”
Chuuya drops his chin to look at the concern in his eyes. “It did, but love, that’s the point,” he mutters, trying to ignore the flush on his face. “Are you still okay? You seem worried. You don’t have to. It was a silly thought that I thought I might’ve enjoyed. And I did.”
“I’m okay,” Atsushi says, reaching onto his toes to kiss Chuuya’s forehead. “I’m just really worried about hurting you.”
Chuuya’s hand dips down to cradle his cheek. “It takes a lot more than that to break me.”
His words make Atsushi smile and whisper a small ‘I know.’ He reaches back up to kiss him, but he doesn’t let it linger, lips trailing down to kiss and lick and the small mark he made where he barely started drawing blood.
“Whenever you want to,” Chuuya starts, and not a moment later, Atsushi’s teeth glide over his skin much more confidently, digging harder. This time, he drops his head down to rest just above his lover’s, letting Atsushi angle his head to follow the spot his teeth are latched onto.
He feels the familiar sting, but Atsushi doesn’t let go, and he makes no move to tell him to. He just embraces the way Atsushi’s breath tickles below his chin and his teeth tease right where they dig, almost grunting when the slightest bit of his own blood drips down his neck.
Atsushi pulls back right after, his bottom lip stained with the scarlet, his teeth more so. Atsushi’s eyes are focused on the small wound, but Chuuya can’t stop staring at how beautiful he looks, how wonderful his eyes look glistening like that.
He wipes the corner of his lover’s mouth with his thumb, and Atsushi finally wriggles out of his grasp.
“Awh, c’mon, one more?” Chuuya jokes, breaking a snort between the both of them.
“Did it really feel that good?”
“Of course it did. It’s you,” Chuuya assures. “But let’s not let my blood soil my shirt,” he says, hopping off the counter and turning to where Atsushi has fetched a wet napkin to temporarily catch the sliver of blood. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for biting you.”
“I’ll do so anyway,” Chuuya confirms stubbornly. “Because you deserve all my gratitude.”
“And you deserve some sleep. Come on, I’ll start the bath for you.”
“I love you,” Chuuya calls, hands locked on Atsushi's wrist when he tries to step away. He brings it up to his lips and makes a show of kissing slowly down it, cherishing all the skin he can.
Atsushi sighs, accepting every pinpoint moment of touch between them. “I love you, too.”