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The pair awoke before the sun on that cold winter's day, buried under a mountain of hand-knitted quilts and a well-worn duvet. Ever the early riser, Noriaki was awake first, savouring the brief moment of quiet tranquillity before his partner slowly stirred.
'Morning, ocean boy,' Noriaki mumbled, fumbling under the covers to find Jotaro's warm hand and clasp it in his own, perpetually colder one. Jotaro murmered sleepily as he blinked slowly, pressing his lips to his husband's messy curls.
'Mornin,'' He whispered back, tucking his free hand around the small of his husband's back with the ghost of a touch.
'Remember the day?' Noriaki asked, careful to pose the question while the blanket of sleep still numbed his partner's mind, just in case the memories proved painful even from so long ago. Sure enough, the man's face tugged into his textbook frown, and his blue eyes opened as he tugged his husband close.
'Twenty-five years since the bastard crumbled,' He muttered, 'Damn, we're getting old,'
'Twenty-six, silly,' Noriaki cupped his hands to stroke his husband's face, run his fingers over battle scars and rugged features, the old and the new that mapped the face he'd loved since Egypt.
'Yare yare,' The phrase left Jotaro's lips before he could stop it, earning a snort of amusement from the man in his arms, 'Twenty-six years, and we're still kicking, huh?'
'Correction; you're still kicking,' Noriaki teased, resulting in the usual unimpressed deadpan from his husband. 'But hey, we made it, huh. Even fought the last of his followers, and Jolyne's proved herself to be more than capable of bearing the Joestar burden. We won, Jojo,'
Cheeks flushed more than a little red, Jotaro shifted their positions under the pile of covers, wrapping his strong arms around Noriaki and pulling him tight against his chest, growing softer but no less sturdy with age. Taking the hint, Noriaki closed the distance between their lips for a soft, sweet peck, before he was pulled down for a longer kiss.
'We made it,' He repeated, over and over, each time their lips parted for breath, until finally he heard it back.
'We made it, Nori.'