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Laios whistled a tune to himself as he poured the egg batter into the frying pan. It was early in the morning, the birds gentle cooing echoed softly through the open window of his kitchen.
He didn't hear footsteps over the noise of the sizzling frying pan, Toshiro's yawn took Laios' attention away from the stove.
"Laios?" Toshiro mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.
"Oh! Toshiro!" Laios grinned upon seeing him. "Morni-" he stopped, eyes lowering to his oversized red hoodie on Toshiro. Messy black hair let down, looking as radiant as ever. After they had sex last night, Toshiro needed new clothes to wear. He must've searched through Laios' drawers to find it.
Toshiro lowered his hand, seeing Laios gawking at him. "What...?"
"I-Uh-" Laios failed to check on the eggs, turning his head when he saw the scorching hot pan burning their breakfast. "Shit shit shit shit shit!"
He heard a snort and a giggle come from behind him, Toshiro taking a seat at the dining table as Laios desperately tried to save their breakfast.
It was simple - pancakes, eggs, and sliced strawberries and grapes. Laios made Toshiro black coffee, remembering that was how he liked it, while he added creamer and sugar to his. He noticed Toshiro wasn't very talkative in the mornings, preferring to eat in the silence. Laios didn't mind carrying the conversation, asking Toshiro how the food was.
"Mm?" Toshiro's eyes were half-lidded, like he was still struggling to keep himself awake. It was cute. "Oh... it's good," he answered Laios' question, picking up his coffee mug to drink more.
"Great!" Laios said, proud as ever. He took cooking lessons from Senshi, but he was no chef. Still, he loved to cook when he was able to, trying to get better at it, since Toshiro was staying the night more often. "I wanna try doing this every morning," Toshiro paused mid-drink at the confession, Laios' cheeks turning pink.
"I mean..." He coughed, rubbing the back of his nape. "If you don't mind."
Toshiro's mug was obscuring his face, but Laios could see part of his blush.
"T-That would be nice," he said, quiet and shy.
"Yeah?" Laios asked, heart threatening to leap out of his chest. Toshiro nodded, a relieved smile returning to Laios' face. They finished the rest of their breakfast, and Toshiro insisted he'd help with washing the dishes, Laios could clear up the table instead. It made him feel giddy, doing domestic things like this with Toshiro.
All those ages ago, it felt like Toshiro was untouchable - out of reach. He came from one of the wealthiest families in the world, but Laios felt a sense of pride waking up to Toshiro's gorgeous, sleeping face right next to him after a successful date. Hell, he had even taken Toshiro's virginity; Toshiro trusted him, and it was still too good to be true.
Laios strolled up behind Toshiro as he was drying the dishes, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck, kissing it gently.
Toshiro giggled, hand reaching up to pet Laios' head. "I'm drying the dishes."
"Mm, but I wanna spend time with you," Laios murmured, peppering his neck with more soft kisses. Toshiro held Laios' arms on his waist, tilting his head back to peck Laios on the lips.
"I'm right here."
"'S not enough."
Toshiro frowned. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, fingers scratching deep into Laios' scalp, making him purr in Toshiro's neck.
"The next time you go back to Kyoto, I wanna come with you," Laios proposed, turning Toshiro around so they could face each other properly. "I wanna meet your family. I wanna know everything there is to know about you."
With wide eyes, Toshiro stared back at Laios, incredulous. "Would you really want that?"
Laios' finger traced the soft skin of Toshiro's cheek. "Yeah. Now that you're back, and we're together, you don't have to run away anymore. Let's be together then, always."
Toshiro laughed, lashes wet, blue eyes hazy. "Laios, you can't just say things like that."
Laios was a sentimental person, he felt everything and had to express that in words, or he'd burst.
"Take me to Kyoto with you," he pleaded, lifting Toshiro up on the counter, their foreheads pressed together. He kissed Toshiro long and slow, allowing him to think it through. "Please."
Toshiro ran his hands up Laios' chest, cupping his cheeks. In turn, Laios' hands roamed Toshiro's bare thighs, eyes lingering at his milky white skin in interest.
"Okay," Toshiro decided, nodding. "You can come."
"Fuck yes," Laios whispered to himself, pumped. Toshiro laughed, bringing Laios closer to continue kissing him. Laios picked Toshiro up to take him back to their bedroom, wanting to spend the rest of the morning tangled in their bedsheets, making love and snuggling close instead of doing anything else.