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Hirota Maki sat lazily on the sofa of his dorm room, scrolling on his phone. He was alone, patiently waiting for his boyfriend to return from his shopping. He was looking forward to seeing him again, as he had been out for hours now.
As if on cue, Maki heard a jingle of keys by the door before it spread wide open, revealing a gorgeous sight. It was none other than his boyfriend, Shigeta Harua.
He shut the door behind him and stepped into the room. He was wearing a dusty pink coat for the cold winter air, complimenting the colour of his nails, paired with a knitted cat-eared hat. Maki's heart felt all fuzzy; he'd fallen in love all over again, just like the start.
"Welcome home, Rua!" he chirped, waving a hand in the air excitedly.
Harua simply, but so beautifully, smiled as he placed his things down and walked over to the sofa Maki was sitting on. He removed his hat in silence, calmly folding it to put on the table in front of him. As he did this, Maki gasped an audible gasp, cupping his hand over his mouth.
"Oh my gosh," he whisper-shouted in awe, "Harua, your hair!"
Harua giggled softly, "Yeah, I knew you liked it shorter so I decided to spontaneously cut it..." Maki shot up and ran a hand through the newly-cut hair, not taking it away after. "Do you like it?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I do!" the taller exclaimed, jumping on the spot with joy.
Maki couldn't help but feel so happy. The fact Harua remembered that he said he loved his short hair made him all bubbly inside. That was something Maki found easy to love about him; Harua always thought about his boyfriend over anything, considering his tastes and taking note on when they change.
After a few seconds, the two lay themselves onto the couch, Maki sitting up and Harua laying sideways on his lap. They had their arms wrapped around each other as the former stroked the hair of the other boy.
"It's... really pretty, Rua," he murmured, half to himself. Harua laughed lightly again — so delicate, so pretty — as Maki proceeded touching the back of his head.
Harua's hair was extremely soft, presumably since he had gotten it washed after cutting it, and Maki just couldn't stop stroking it. Harua would shiver each time he let his fingertips slowly graze his head, rubbing it into Maki's chest every time.
They sat in a comfortable silence, the elder closing his eyes to rest. Maki could see his chest rise and fall, breathing ever so quietly. It was easy to tell that he was exhausted from whatever he had done today. He looked undeniably adorable when he was tired though, so there was no complaining.
Slowly bringing his fingers down past Harua's head, Maki cupped his cheek, caressing his jaw. He looked at his neck, where the now short hair protected it with a hug.
Oh.
This gave him an idea.
He brought his arms underneath Harua's armpits to pull him up onto his lap instead of laying down. Visibly confused, he stammered, "M-Maki?"
The boy stayed silent, rubbing his face into the other's nape. He put his hands on his waist and kept his head where it was. Harua could feel the almost unusual warmth exuding from his body as he twitched from the sudden touches, but it felt just right.
"You smell like a hair salon," Maki mumbled into his skin, breaths shallow.
Harua chuckled like he always does, "Do I really?" he questioned, head tilting as he did.
"Mmmh," the younger didn't really make a proper response. He was too dizzy from the scent of the blonde's sweet perfume filling his nose, putting him in a daze. It came from his neck, notably strong and very addictive, impossible to stop searching for.
All of a sudden, Maki gripped Harua tighter around the waist and placed a kiss as light as a feather on his neck. It was quiet, it was innocent, and completely unexpected. He could feel the smaller's body stiffen a bit in shock, but eventually breaking.
"What was that for...?" he looked back at Maki, whose face was flushed all shades of red and pink.
No words buzzed between the two, all that happened was that Maki, once again, kissed Harua's neck. This time, it was much more desperate and long, as if he was asking for something. He grasped onto the hem of Harua's shirt while putting his head back into his neck.
Slowly, there was another, and another, and another, until it became countless. He was like a little puppy clinging to their owner, playfully licking them to make sure they know to not love anyone else. But even if Maki was certain Harua would never love anyone more than him, he still needed to confirm it.
The puppy gave more kisses to his owner's neck, and as they went on, they got messier. Harua would barely flinch when each one reached his puff-pastry skin, though deep down, he really enjoyed it. Quickly, Maki grabbed the smaller from his lap and spread him back onto the couch. He kneeled on top of him with the small boy in between his legs, examining his face intently.
How he could never forget Harua's plump, glossy pink lips, paired with big doe eyes that he could stare into forever. His face was silky smooth, beautifully shaped, and Maki could have sworn than an angel carved this boy with its hands just to create somebody this gorgeous...
"Rua?" Maki began in a tiny voice. Harua was slightly distracted by the sparkling necklace dangling in front of his eyes, but maybe that was an excuse to not look at the eyes of the one above him.
He replied after the few seconds of a pause, "Yes, my love?"
Another moment of silence passed, before being broken by Maki, "Did you know that your face is like... perfect?" he put a hand on Harua's jaw once again. "It's so perfect that I just want to look at you."
Harua wasn't sure how to reply to that. He placed his hand on Maki's, the one that was on his jaw, interlocking the fingers and bringing it to his lips to give it a soft smooch. After, he showed a miniscule smile, the ones that drive Maki insane, "Thank you, darling... You're so sweet to me."
This made Maki flash an uncontrollable beam, his grin brighter than the sun. He dug his face back into the elder's neck again, planting a dozen more kisses in one area. Harua was too good. Too good at making him light-headed. He kissed the same spot Harua did on his hand and pressed both of them into the couch cushioning, next to the boy's head.
The smell of the black-haired's cologne filled Harua's senses as he smiled again, "You're so cute when you're like this."
"Not as cute as you," Maki swiftly remarked, bending down to give him tiny kiss on the lips. The lips that were so perfectly rosy, quite literally made for Maki's own lips to meet. Harua brought himself up to return a deeper kiss, holding the younger's face in his gentle hands.
All they did was giggle together, pulling each other into a warm embrace. Maki's body engulfed Harua's as he pat his back softly, still placing a couple head and cheek kisses. This time, Harua didn't flinch nor freeze. It was fully natural — like an often occurrence, daily routine — when Maki's lips met any part of himself, whether it was his forehead, cheeks, lips, neck or chest. And he knew for sure that he had this boy wrapped around his finger like a piece of ribbon.
Harua was the owner of Maki, and there was no denying that.