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"ha-ruu-cchiiii!"
haruichi kept brewing his coffee as the lengthy calling of his name echoed through the apartment, getting closer with each syllable. soon, a pair of strong arms circled his waist, followed by a chin resting on his shoulder as eijun observed haruichi's morning coffee routine.
"why isn't it fucking working?" eijun whined by his ear.
"first thing in the morning and you're thinking about your pitching?"
"can't help it." haruichi was even able to hear the pout in eijun’s reply.
haruichi pressed the french press' plunger down and poured the coffee in his mug, using his now free hand to bury his fingers through eijun’s hair, tugging lightly on the strands and massaging his scalp. "want some coffee?" he asked, eijun humming in pleasure at the comforting touch.
"nah, not really."
"there's warm water in the kettle if you want tea."
"oh, great. i'll prepare some for me and satoru."
at that, haruichi stepped aside in order to leave the kitchen but eijun, more clingy than usual, held him back against his chest, unwilling to let go as he nuzzled haruichi's nape.
"kiss me first." he murmured to the pink strands of hair.
haruichi chuckled, amused and enamored at once, and turned in eijun's embrace to face him. he placed his mug back on the counter and cupped his boyfriend's cheeks, squishing them together playfully. "oh, you big baby. come here."
eijun followed the pull of haruichi's hands easily, letting their lips meet in a languid kiss. in need of some sort of reassurance and stability, eijun held onto the soft flesh of haruichi's hips with a firm grip, even when their lips and tongues met in the most tender of touches.
"better now?" haruichi asked when they parted, pecking eijun's lips for good measure.
eijun nodded and smiled softly, silent gratitude in his eyes, letting haruichi go at last and turning to prepare his and satoru's tea.
when eijun finished it, he grabbed both mugs and headed to the bathroom, pushing the slightly open door with his hip and stepping inside. satoru, always sleepy and languid in the mornings, was washing his face, blinking with heavy eyelids in between splashes of cold water.
eijun placed one of the mugs on the counter and sat on the closed toilet, sipping his own tea. in order to keep his hair out of his face, satoru was wearing the polar bear headband eijun recently gifted him and god, he was such an adorable sight that most of eijun’s concerns immediately flied out of his head.
with big, infatuated eyes, eijun watched as satoru pressed his face against a towel, collecting all the excessive water and looking, by the time he was done, a bit more awake than before. he finally reached for the mug, but eijun stopped him midway with a dramatic click of his tongue.
“that has a fee, you know?”
satoru didn’t follow in the slightest, looking completely lost at his boyfriend. only until eijun tapped his bottom lip twice that is. then, satoru smiled – that soft, tiny pull of his lips that unfailingly turns eijun’s insides to mush – and stepped in front of him.
“baby.” he whispered.
although it sounded more like an endearment than haruichi’s gentle taunt earlier, it still carried exasperated tones and the repetition made eijun pout, the display bratty and childish.
“what’s with everyone calling me a baby today?” he protested. “is harucchi’s evilness rubbing off-”
using his lips, satoru promptly shut eijun up, cradling his jaw and licking his way into eijun’s mouth. reflexively, eijun had to hold tight onto his mug as to not spill any of the hot tea over his thighs, such was the skill with which satoru unraveled him.
eijun slowly blinked his eyes open when satoru released him, looking up at him with cloudy amber eyes. there was limpid greed in them, a craving for more. “i made you tea.” he said, a remnant of a protest in his voice.
“i know. thanks, sweetheart.” satoru answered, reverence in each word that he, subsequently, placed on eijun’s lips.
it was only when satoru got satisfied with how tingly he made both of their lips that he moved away, grabbing his tea at last and standing in front of the mirror again. on the mug’s rim, satoru tasted first eijun and then the tea, shooting him another smile before resuming his morning routine. when he was done with both the moisturizer and the sunscreen, satoru pointed at the bottles and asked, “want me to pass them on you?”
eijun merely grumbled, “don’t want to go to practice.”
satoru snorted, “liar. as if you’d stay still when your pitching isn’t coming through.”
haruichi, who was walking towards their bedroom, added ruthlessly, “as if he’d stay still, period.”
“rude, harucchi!” eijun shouted back. frustrated, he groaned and got up from his seat, heading to the bedroom as well. he placed his mug on one of the bedside tables, immediately throwing himself on the unmade bed. then, eijun wriggled his body until he was able to get under the covers, hiding himself from head to toe and curling into a little ball. he knew the silence would be brief, but eijun’s goal was attention and generous affection anyways, so everything worked out well in the end.
“satoru.” haruichi called, laughter in his voice. “come look at this shit.”
“oh my god.” came satoru’s reply. he placed a hand over the mass that eijun formed and squeezed gently. “come on, practice time. you have to hurry up and go back to normal so i can feel i have a competition.”
“asshole.” eijun mumbled. they couldn’t see it, but both satoru and haruichi were perfectly capable of picturing the immature, cute pout on their boyfriend’s lips in that moment. and historically, both were equally weak to it too.
they climbed onto the bed as well, haruichi and satoru on either side of eijun. slowly, haruichi lifted the blanket covering his boyfriend and there it was, that distressed, gloomy expression that painted his features whenever he was disappointed with himself, especially when it involved baseball. eijun was always cute, irrefutably so, but haruichi would always prefer his boyfriend’s golden eyes shining with excitement other than sadness.
“i hate you guys.” eijun said, no real bite in his voice.
“oh, love.” haruichi scooted closer and cupped eijun’s jaw, bringing their lips together for a gentle, yet deep kiss. he took his sweet time with it, meeting eijun’s tongue again and again to convey that yeah, everything kind of sucks right now, but haruichi would always be there to kiss and hold him, to make it all go away for a little bit.
another pair of hands joining theirs got eijun sighing, completely pleased as satoru brushed his hair away with gentle, lingering fingers and pressed his lips to eijun’s jaw. with both haruichi and satoru touching him, eijun slowly loosened the anxious strain accumulated in his body, kissing haruichi back with fervor and relishing all the shivers satoru caused on his skin with his hands and tongue.
when haruichi detached himself from eijun’s lips, satoru immediately replaced him, not giving eijun any time to catch his breath or process the change. eijun was beyond happy with that, humming and drooling as his boyfriends kissed him throughout, his mind blanking out all the concerns and focusing only on the way satoru's tongue glided against his own.
it got to the point where haruichi’s hand was up and under eijun’s t-shirt, playing with his nipples while eijun gasped against satoru’s mouth. with both of their attentions on him, eijun was moaning in no time, eager for more of that hazy pleasure they so generously provided him.
still, things weren’t moving towards what eijun desired, since satoru and haruichi pulled away – seeming almost choreographed – and released eijun out of their tender grasp. satoru swiped a thumb over eijun’s wet bottom lip and haruichi looked at him from above, hungry, unsatisfied eyes pinning eijun down.
“now be a good boy and get ready for practice.” haruichi prompted, a conceited smirk on his angelic face. “when we get home, i’ll play with you some more, ok?”
the frustration on eijun’s voice was now product of something else entirely, but the name he called was the same, “harucchi!”
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