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1. Nash and Kasamatsu are going to Build-A-Bear. (Fluff?...)
"Do you think this is cuter, or should I stick with the dragon?" Kasamatsu asks, holding two plushies side by side.
Nash scowls, "I don't give half a shit. Pick yourself."
"You brought me here, Nash. If you didn't give a shit you'd slap me in the face with a coupon and send me on my way." Kasamatsu spits before placing the dragon down on the shelf. "So, dragon or bear you fucking idiot."
Nash holds himself back, preventing himself from doing something that would be labeled as domestic violence (in a store that predominantly serves children) without the knowledge of how Kasamatsu's and Nash's relationship usually works. "The dragon. Dunb pussy."
"Hm, yeah, you're right. It's blonde like you."
2. Nash and Kasamatsu huddle up in front of the heater. (Fluff/Slight NSFW)
"Move."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, move over. It's cold out here." Nash hisses, shoving Kasamatsu slightly.
"Fix your tone with me, and maybe I won't shove you out into the snow."
Kasamatsu watches as Nash sits down beside him, taking note of his slightly trembling form. "Are you actually that cold?" he asks. Nash scoffs, but nods a little. Kasamatsu hums, "Too bad," he says snarkily, but his continuation is cut off by a cold hand slithering up and under his shirt. "Ugh, in these conditions, Nash?" he asks, "It's beyond freezing."
"Is that a no, Yukio?"
"Hell yeah, it's a no."
Nash smacks his lips, but ultimately pulls away. He moves ever so slightly closer to Kasamatsu, and now their sides are flush against one another. "Tomorrow night?" Nash asks with want.
"I guess."
"Good, because I might straight up explode."
3. Oral (NSFW)
"You look like a stupid schoolgirl from this angle, y'know that?" Nash spits, the usual bite in his voice undermined by his insistent panting. "Shit," he whispers when Kasamatsu begins to favor kitten licks to the head over taking the whole thing into his mouth.
4. Pulled in by a necktie. (Fluff?)
Kasamatsu looks at himself in the mirror, tightening his necktie to the point he thinks he'll gain a choking kink for the sake of looking presentable. "It looks okay, right?"
Nash stands and steps over to him before taking the tie into his own hands. "A little crooked, but sadly that won't kill you."
"Well, can you make it not crooked?"
"Maybe."
"Nash."
Nash glares a little before roughly grabbing the tie, yanking it harshly, and forcing Kasamatsu's lips into his. It was nowhere near gentle, and the drool leaking down their faces was a clear indicator of that.
"Ugh, Nash!" Kasamatsu yells as he pushes him away, stepping back in front of the mirror.
"There, now it's really crooked."
5. Lost in Ikea.
Nash looks around the area, scanning for his partner. They came to Ikea for a new coffee table, since their old one ended up shattered on the living room floor after some over-the-top roughhousing. It was a little expected that one of them would end up lost.
It was a little less expected that neither of them would have a clue where they were.
6. Flowers from the supermarket. (Fluff)
"Took you long enough." Nash spits into the phone.
"Who cares? I answered, didn't I? Be grateful, because I can hang up on you right now." Kasamatsu bites, but the sleepiness in his voice tells Nash that there was no genuine intent behind it.
"Wait. What's your favorite flower?"
"Huh?"
"Favorite flower dumbass."
"You're the dumbass. But I guess it'd have to be sunflowers." He says before abruptly hanging up.
Nash clicks his teeth, but ultimately makes his way to the desired section.
7. Kasamatsu is a model who wants to be worshipped, and Nash is their photographer. (AU)
"How does it look?" Kasamatsu asks, slightly moving from his set position.
"Hey, be still. They look fine." Nash says abruptly before pointing at a staff worker standing below a light, "Move it lower and make it dimmer," he snaps. "Now."
"'Fine' is not good enough, tell me I look amazing," Kasamtsu demands, eyebrows knitting together as he speaks. His legs kick a little bit as another flash from the camera goes off, and his face turns away from it altogether. "Well?" he asks.
Nash sighs as he lowers the camera."You're so weird. You, over there," he points at a blue-haired lady with thin eyes, "Fix the props behind him."
"Nash!"
"I heard you the first time!"
8. Nash is too affectionate a knight, and Kasamatsu is too forgiving a royal. (AU/Agnst/NSFW)
Kasamatsu awakens to a knock upon his door, loud and obnoxious at that. He gets up slowly and steps towards the door, the floorboards creaking loudly enough to make Kasamatsu physically wince. As soon as the door is opened, a man pushes his way into the room, clamping a hand on Kasamatsu's mouth.
"Don't say a god damn word, your highness," the man says, and Kasamatsu manages to make out his voice.
"Sir. Gold?" he mumbles behind his hand.
He's thrown to the floor, and he hears the shut behind Nash. Kasamatsu watches as he leans down, following Nash's hand while it undoes his clothes. "You shouldn't be here," he starts, "royal guards should be posted in front of my father's door."
Nash doesn't respond, but continues to step closer to Kasamatsu. "Sir. Gold, return to your post at once." Kasamatsu orders, scooting back as he speaks. When that doesn't work, he tries again. "Nash, I am ordering you to return to your post this instant."
"I thought I said keep your mouth shut?" Nash says abruptly, and Kasamatsu's mouth clamps shut. "Now it's your choice, your highness. This can be quiet and quick, or I can use force. Extreme force." He watches as Kasamatsu's eyes go glassy at the statement, and how his head turns the other way.
"Well?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'll know soon. Get on the bed."
9. "Okay, okay, before you panic, the blood isn't mine."
"So what? You just go out and beat up some dude?" Kasamatsu sputters.
"Maybe."
"You're not serious." Kasamatsu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He huffs some more before speaking, "Go shower. Right now. And do not come to bed until you don't reek of another man's misery. Do you understand?"
"Whatever."
10. Nash and Kasamatsu go to the cinema and watch a sucky movie together.
"Forty-five dollars for two tickets, what a rip."
"I've only heard about this movie, hopefully it's good."
It was not.