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“Since when d’ya own those?”
Madara snapped his head up, looking at him with almost innocent eyes. He didn’t understand what Kuro was talking about right away, so he followed where his eyes were staring at. When he realized that he was staring at his chest because it was about his clothes, he realized that it was more of a genuine question than him realizing where he got them.
He smirked, stood up and laid his hands on his sides, leaning on him. “I borrowed them.” He softly stated, his face dangerously close to his lips.
“Bor- are those my clothes?” He asked, suddenly realizing why he saw them already. He put his hands on his shoulders and chest as he looked at the fabric, without really understanding how they looked like. Luckily, they were in Kuro’s room, so they didn’t have to worry about others seeing them in that situation.
Even if he liked the attention, he would have liked it if he stopped stroking his nipples, albeit accidentally, or he would have had to do something about it.
He grabbed his wrists and intertwined their fingers together, forcing his hands off of his chest. “They’re so comfortable and smell of you,” he softly whispered, “I like wearing them.”
Kuro stared at him for a second, his eyes wavering for a second before pointing further down, probably to look at his clothes again. His tongue briefly barely stuck out to faintly lick his lips, but Madara caught that anyway.
The fact that even by just wearing a shirt he could make him react like that excited him beyond any possible explanation. He liked to see him express just how much he cared about him, but seeing him with the clear intent of wanting him for himself and excited about the fact that Madara was so open about their relationship was something new for him too.
“You look good.” Kuro settled on, before looking back at him.
He let out a fond laugh. “Why are you staring so much, Kuro-san? Are you excited I'm going to interviews and to hang out with my friends with my boyfriend's clothes on?”
“Shut it.”
“You’re so cute. Besides, you're wearing something of mine too.”
Kuro snorted at that, and his boyfriend's smile only grew in response. “Stop lyin'. Ya just gave me these last year for my birthday.” He rebutted, refusing to agree on that statement.
“And coincidentally they look exactly like my own clothes.” Madara made him notice, a little disappointed he didn't notice. He tilted his head, as if to challenge him, before asking, “Why do you think?”
He was sure he saw the loading cursor rolling in his head as he put the facts together. He kept in an amused laugh, but it did make him happy to share these moments with him as well.
“You’re diabolical.” He just expressed, before he leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “But,” he whispered in his ear, “I like them and they smell nice.”
He smiled, letting go of his hands and dragging him by his waist on the bed behind him, letting him sit on his lap. “I noticed that.” He commented, sliding his arms on his thighs.
Kuro looked at him with confused eyes, but he let him caress his thighs while he tried to understand what was being said to him. “What?”
“You’re always touching me way more often in public when I wear these.” Madara explained, with soft whispers. “Y'know, I chose to borrow this shirt because it reminded me of your eyes.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You like it, I presume.”
“Ya can't be serious.”
Madara smiled, before nodding. He was so obviously embarrassed and excited at the same time that it was way too amusing for him not to point it out. He knew he liked it, and that thought just got reinforced when he felt his hands pulling on his shirt. As a response, he just brushed on his lower lip with his thumb, calmly watching his reaction.
His eyes wandered for a few seconds, before they focused on his face and he finally closed the distance between them to kiss him. It wasn’t extremely demanding, but it was rough enough for Madara to cup his face with his hands as he slowly pushed him against the bed, staying on top of him when his back eventually laid on the mattress.
The kiss quickly evolved into a make-out session, and each kiss deepened every time he started a new one. Madara didn't even know what warranted this, but he wasn't complaining. He intertwined his fingers with his and searched for another kiss, easily getting it back, with an even more desperate action.
He was really, really happy about something as mundane as his boyfriend using his clothes for comfort.
That was all that Madara could think about, and he was sure he would make him go insane just for how honest and cute he found it.
“Guess I got-” He interrupted himself when Kuro moved to lazily suck on his skin, next to his neck, suddenly pushing down with his waist on his lap. “Ah,” he almost whined at the contact, before completing his sentence, “my answer.”
Kuro hummed against his skin and he was sure he felt the shivers along his back and shoulders, before he turned his head again and kissed him just as passionately as before, forcing Madara to kiss him back just as strongly. In response, he happily hummed and closed his fist around the fabric of his black shirt, pulling it lightly.
He could honestly keep going like that for another hour, if it was up to him. Kuro rarely got so excited about anything, so the fact that he was so eager to show him just how much he cherished him now was something he’d have taken his sweet time with.
“Can I keep ya to myself forever?” Kuro suddenly asked, before kissing him again and drawing a trail of sweet, quick kisses down his jaw and neck, as Madara tilted his head to give him more space. He closed his eyes and let his hand caress the opposite cheek, while his own hand started caressing his partner’s red hair.
He could honestly fall asleep right there, but he felt Kuro get up to stare at him from above, intertwining his fingers with his own. He calmly smiled at him and squeezed his hand, closing his eyes again while his partner caressed his forehead, slightly moving his hair out of the way. “I’ve never seen ya so relaxed.” He whispered, in a deep warm tone.
Madara let out a small laugh, turning to look at him. “Wonder whose fault is that…”
“Fault?” He laughed, faking to be offended. “Ya should thank me fer that.”
He laughed and used his free hand to lightly slap his chest, almost above his head. He noticed the surprise, but he didn’t let him follow up on it. “Shut up, Kuro-san.” He kept laughing, moving his head to cover his mouth, before softly mouthing, “Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Despite not even speaking it into the world, he understood perfectly what he said, and he smiled as he gently brushed a finger against his cheek, watching as Madara closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
“Oh, yeah?” He mumbled, letting him take his wrist and brushing his face against the palm of his hand, like a kitten searching for cuddles.
He opened his eyes and looked at him and gentle green irises looked at him, almost begging him of something he was still unaware of.
“Yeah,” Madara laughed, his bottom half moving to position his legs next to Kuro's arms, with his feet laying on the edge of the bed. “Stop standing there, c’mon.”
Kuro looked at him with a confused expression, as he gently touched his thighs. “Who’s standin’? I’m not.” He joked, watching with pleasure his partner laughing again.
“I hate you.” He whispered as he kept laughing, this time wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he came down again to kiss him.
He took his time kissing him, even letting him take the lead after a few seconds. He let out a soft whine and Kuro quickly deepened the kiss, ultimately releasing the grip on his lips right after that last kiss.
“Love hearin’ ya laugh like this.” He whispered next to his ear, with a sweet, warm, deep voice. As some sort of reaction, Madara shivered again, this time physically trembling for a second too. Kuro left a kiss on his cheek and asked, “D’ya often get shivers ‘cause o’me?”
“I’m just a bit cold.”
“Don’t yer dear boyfriend’s clothes keep ya warm enough? Does he hafta give ya more?”
“What if I said I wanted more?”
Kuro smiled and he sat up, before slightly bowing his head. “At yer complete service, m’love.” He whispered, raising his head to see Madara smile and immediately shivering again. With a sigh, he looked down at him and murmured with a vague hint of worry in his voice, “Really, are ya cold?”
“Sorry,” Madara nodded, giving him a tiny apologetic smile.
As a response, Kuro smiled and bowed down again. “Don’t say sorry,” he reassured him, then straightened himself up again to get off of him, “I’ll get ya somethin’.”
“Stay here.” Madara immediately asked, quick enough to grab his wrist and stop him. He blinked a few times, then whined, “You’re warm.”
He turned to look at him, eventually resting his knee on the mattress, between his legs, and keeping his other leg off of the bed. He caressed his cheek, now realizing just how tired he was.
Until then, he just thought he was acting a part and teasing him, but he was unusually giddy and sounded tired already, maybe he should have understood it sooner. Madara often whined about how often he could read his intentions, but he was clearly still able to hide his real emotions to him.
He sucked on his bottom lip, before sighing and thinking of what to do with that information. “D’ya wanna lay down? D’ya feel sick?” He asked in the end with a lower tone, careful to not bother him in case he felt dizzy as well.
“No, it’s fine.” Madara answered, almost with a whine, even if he clearly looked exhausted.
With a heavy sigh, Kuro stood up and ignored the hand that was trying to get him back where he was, quickly thinking of a way to better his health and being mindful of his wishes as well.
He figured out it was very easy, just by looking at him by the side of the bed. He once again laid his knee on the mattress and slid his arms under his body, effectively picking him up. Madara immediately wrapped his hands around his neck and rested his head against his shoulder, letting him carry him around like a princess.
“So strong, Kuro-san... ” He only commented, seemingly trying to tease him. He obviously wasn’t awake enough to try and get off of him and, honestly, he probably liked the situation he ended up in.
His partner sighed and adjusted him by making him bounce a couple of times until he was finally sure he’d be stable in his arms. “Stay still.” He told him, before laying his lips on his forehead to feel his temperature. Luckily, it wasn’t too hot, but he clearly needed resting. “Yer probably a bit stressed. If I get ya home, will ya take a nap?”
The response he got was a decisive shaking of his head.
“Madara,” he scolded him, “ya need to-”
He buried his head on his shoulder, heavily exhaling in his shirt. “Lemme stay here. Please.” He mumbled, almost with a desperate voice.
Kuro stood there, looking at him for a second, before huffing and doing as he asked. He knew that he would have never gone through with it when he was reminded of what ‘home’ meant to him and the amount of pain that word carried for him.
“Can I get somethin’ fer ya, at least?” He ultimately sighed, looking at him. He exchanged the stare and nodded, probably understanding that he had to let him do it at least. “Thanks,” he whispered, slowly walking towards the bed again to put him down. “Get under the covers, I’ll come back soon.”
Madara seemed to be a little slow, either with his understanding of what he was being told or with the execution of what he wanted to do, but Kuro didn't mind, and waited until he could tuck him in.
After a last glance at him, he quickly turned and walked in another room to prepare a tea that he remembered he liked, in hopes he would have actually drank it. He wasn't very good at it, but he tried his best, so it would hopefully be enough.
When he did go back to his room, though, he found Madara on the verge of falling asleep, and he slightly shook him by the shoulder. “Babe, wake up.” He whispered, glad to know he immediately answered his voice and slowly sat up. Kuro quickly showed him the tea he prepared, subsequently smiling at him. “Sorry, but ya’ll need to drink this.”
Sure enough, he didn't have to ask twice. He grabbed it and took a sip, then smiled, satisfied with what he just tasted.
“Ya like it?” Kuro asked, catching his attention again. “Remember ya said ya didn’t like bein’ sick, so I jus’ put in some more honey.”
He looked at him with a surprised expression that quickly morphed into a soft smile. “I really am so lucky. I feel so… loved.” He whispered, quietly resting the cup on his thighs while still holding onto it, as he smiled at his partner
“That’s how yer supposed to feel.” Kuro sighed, finally sitting on the bed too, right next to him. “Sorry I can’t provide that more often.”
Madara nodded and pouted, before looking down to his tea and mumbling, “I love you, y’know?”
He fully knew how big of a deal it was for him, and how much his partner must have patiently waited for those words to come out of his mouth and, sure enough, he didn't seem to be able to process the news.
His partner let out a cute laugh, just at the sight of how still he was, almost looking like he was an old computer trying to load new information.
When he did move again, Madara laughed. “Your brain buffered for a second there.”
“I- Ya what?” He asked, seemingly still shocked by that statement.
He laughed again, but repeated what made him go in such a panic again. “I love you.”
“And yer tellin’ me like this?” He asked, before annoyingly huffing at his partner who kept on giggling. “Madara, seriously, stop laughing.”
“You should see your face, Kuro-san! How is that news?”
“I… I never thought ya’d say it out loud.”
He had a point. Neither of them really expected it, simply because he never found the courage to say it out loud. They both knew they loved each other, but speaking it into the world was way more difficult and complex than that for him.
Despite that, he was comfortable enough at that point that he could just confess it to him without problems. He was sure that if it was anyone else in his stead, it would have never happened.
“Love you. A lot.” Madara repeated, leaning in towards him. “What you’re seeing right now… this version of myself, you’re the only person I’ve ever shown it to. I mean it. I love you, Kuro-san.”
There was a moment of silence before Kuro could even start breathing again. He's been wanting to hear this for a while, and nothing else could have given him the same feelings of pride and love that he was having in that precise moment.
“Love ya too. So much.” He whispered, moving to hug him as tightly as he possibly could. He then whispered against his ears with a tender voice, “My pretty lil’ sunshine.”
Madara simply smiled and rolled his eyes, amused by that. “You and your pet names…” He mumbled, before turning back to look at him again.
His partner responded by kissing him on the top of his head and standing up again to grab clothes for him, throwing them on the bed. “Drink that and put these on. Ya can take them home if ya wanna.”
He nodded as he finished drinking his tea, and looked up to him again, handing him what he used to serve it to him.
“Can you stay here?” He then asked, with a hopeful sparkle in his eyes.
Kuro sighed, but nodded. “Sure thing, but change. I can step outta the room if ya wanna.”
That just resulted in a loud snort.
“You’ve seen me naked numerous times, Kuro-san. I'm hurt that you still think I care about something like that.” He almost whined at him, fully knowing that he'd leave anyway to give him some alone time while he changed clothes.
As expected, in fact, he watched him huff and walk out, almost closing the door behind him. Signing, Madara sat up and changed his shirt with the one he gave him, then stood up and did the same with the pants. They were a little bigger than his usual clothes, but that was something he liked, it felt like he was hugging him at all times and he loved that feeling.
He quickly moved on from that thought, though, taking his clothes and folding them and putting them on a chair by the bed, just so they couldn't be in the way. Then, he walked over to the door and opened it, making Kuro turn and hug him.
He wasn't sure why that was the response, but he hugged him back and let him pick him up again like he did a few minutes earlier, as he was resting his head on his shoulder.
When he was laid on the bed and his partner crawled next to him, he slid under the covers and smiled, moving slightly to hug him again. He felt his hand on his upper back, calmly rubbing against his clothes.
“I love your scent so much. It smells of cinnamon and chocolate.” He mumbled, gaining an affectionate laugh in response. His body vibrated softly, in an almost relaxing motion.
“Take a nap, baby.” Kuro whispered, before moving a hand to pet his hair and leaning in to rest his mouth on the top of his head. “I’ll look over ya, don’t worry.”
He did as he was told, of course. It felt almost an excuse he could follow, given how tired he was. The soothing movements of Kuro's hands and the nice smell all around him, coupled with the comforting warmth of his partner's body and clothes was enough to quickly lull him to sleep without a care in the world.
He knew he was safe and he knew he could trust him. In that moment, nothing else mattered, and he could just focus on them and their existence in that room, and that was all he could possibly ask for.