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"Just what the hell do you think you're wearing?"
Kaito looked up from the sofa, too engrossed in whatever braindead reality TV show was playing. In front of him now stood his boyfriend of three years, his arms grumpily crossed across his chest.
"Are you gonna answer me, or are you just gonna keep gawking?"
"I- Sorry. The shirt I wanted to wear was in the laundry and-"
"So you took mine?"
"Well, uhm. Yes."
Dell sighed, unfolding his arms and looking the other way, hiding the blush that was forming on the tip of his nose. He was not about to admit that Kaito looked oh-so totally adorable in a shirt that was two sizes too big for him. It sort of reminded him of a little puppy dog or something. Blue eyes kept sparkling, gazing up at him, and he couldn't yet bring himself to look back.
Keeping up his grouchy facade, Dell huffed,
"What am I s'posed to wear now?"
Kaito took a moment to think, before getting to his feet with a 'Wait there.' The gruff male did just that, and stayed put, awaiting just whatever the fuck he was about to be presented with.
No longer than two minutes later, Dell heard familiar footsteps walk back through the doorway and chuckle,
"Close your eyes."
For some reason, he did. 'Close your eyes' would never lead to anything good for the eye-closer, and he was certainly not the person to do anything that god forbid might ruin his image, self or not, but he did.
For Kaito.
He felt his jacket being shaken off of his shoulders and tie removed, and, ever so slowly, the buttons of his shirt being undone. He reached his hands out in front of him to push the younger male away, exclaiming,
"What- What're you doing?! I'm not in the mood, and all you needed to do was ask," he grimaced, furrowing his eyebrows.
"No, no, I'm not trying to..! Please just let me do something. You'll really like it, promise."
"...Fine, but hurry it up." Eventually, the cold air hit his torso.
"Arms up."
So he put his arms up.
For Kaito.
Something soft - cotton, probably - was suddenly being lugged over his head, ruffling his hair and squeezing his face. This was way too tight for him, dear lord. He heard Kaito grunting as he dragged the sweater over his boyfriend. Despite the two being quite well-toned, they were totally different builds, and it was a struggle to pull the fabric over Dell's chest.
"Are you okay with a bit of carpet burn?"
"Am I okay with-"
Yank.
"Gah, fuck! What the fuck are you doing?!"
There weren't hands on his body anymore.
"Open your eyes."
So, of course, Dell opened his eyes.
For Kaito.
He looked down at what'd just been heaved over him - one of Kaito's very own sweaters, his favourite one. For a second, there was a smile threatening to reveal itself at Dell's lips, quickly disappearing again when Kaito cooed,
"You love it."
"No, the fuck, I don't. I look ridiculous."
Of course, that wasn't at all what he wanted to say. It was so endearing, so sweet. He didn't fit it whatsoever, but this was his boyfriend's. It smelled like him, too.
Words he wished he could've spoken aloud wrapped around his head as he swiftly exited the room to disguise his oncoming grin,
"...Not as much as I love you."