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“No,” Riku sighs. “They don't get together until the very end.”
“Why?”
“Because—” he huffs, almost chuckling in feigned frustration as he looks at Yushi. “Can you just watch the drama with me, please?”
Yushi shakes his head. He was situated on top of the kitchen counter next to him watching Riku drop the noodles in the boiling water. “Riku-chan explains it better.”
“I’m pretty sure I don't.” He says before pouring the seasoning into the pot. “And you only pretend to understand what I’m talking about.” Grabbing a spoon to stir the ramen — he looks up with a pout in Yushi’s direction.
Yushi lightly giggles (Riku’s heart flutters without fail) “I understood the side dish confession earlier.” He points as he stares at Riku. Suggestive.
Riku groans, his head falling back. Yushi's humming in his direction pretending he isn't as amused as he looks.
“I like you too, Riku.”
Riku briefly turns to him, his pout growing into a whine. “You're making fun of me.”
“I'm not.” He shakes his head again, rocking back and forth on the heel of his palm. His feet dangled along. Then he chuckles to himself. Riku watches him as his own smile grows wide. He sniffs in a desperate attempt to hide it.
“Are you really confessing?” Riku asks after a while. He doesn't look at him this time. Stirring the pot, Riku tries not to think too much about what any of this means.
“Only because you said it first.” Riku hears him mumbling softly.
Riku freezes for a moment. Then his head turns to stare at the side of Yushi's face. Trying to make sense of his words. Although Yushi's cool expression doesn't give away anything.
Turning off the heat, he stalks over to him. Stands between Yushi’s parted legs with a hand on either side of his hips and searches his face. Yushi's innocent eyes follow his movements and waits for Riku. A bait deliberately placed for Riku to bite on. And of course he does.
“You know I was explaining the scene to you.” His voice slightly rasps.
Yushi smiles, unconvinced. Smiles like Riku said exactly what Yushi was expecting of him. Riku wants to kiss him senseless.
“What’s your favourite side dish?” Yushi completely ignores him and asks again. Eyes dropping down to Riku's lips. Hunger laced in his gaze before looking back at him. Riku intentionally wets his lips.
“Rolled eggs.” He answers. Not for the first time tonight.
Yushi suppresses a smile again. A joke he refuses to let Riku in on.
A hand stretches out to grab Riku by the side of his shirt and pulls him closer. He stares up at him. Eyes melting with Riku’s own.
“Rolled eggs.” He parrots. “Ahh, I see.”
Riku watches as his ears turn red. The hand grabbing his waist so tight it was starting to burn. Riku would gladly let him brand his name on his skin if Yushi wanted to. His heart thumped too loud. He was sure Yushi could hear it.
“What’s your favourite side dish?” Riku asks, leaning in. Their noses brushed.
He knew the answer to that. Of course he did. They both knew what the question meant. Repeated too many times tonight for it to not mean anything.
The same hand that was on Riku’s waist now moved up to clutch his collar, Yushi pulls him in. Whining loud and high as Riku's lips connect with his own.
Riku kisses him with the same ferocity stirring in his gut. As though he was being starved. Deprived of his tongue dancing with Yushi's own. When the only one holding him back was himself.
Yushi's legs looped around his waist, pulling him flush against himself. His arms stretch around Riku's neck. Threading into his hair. Tugging on it. A puppet putty in his hand, Riku's mouth immediately opens for him. To let him feast on it. To let him take as much as he needs.
His hands sneak under Yushi's shirt, palm grazing against the hot skin. Yushi moans in his mouth. The taste of his teeth too maddening. Riku grabs him by his hips to slide him closer. Gives Yushi the chance to rub himself against his stomach and drags out Riku’s name as they fall apart to get some air.
Riku starts trailing kisses down his neck. Yushi's head tips back on its own. Grabbing Riku by the shoulders to hold himself together. His chest heaving, his back arching with every kiss.
“Riku.” he whines, trying to rut against him at the same time. His nails digging in Riku's arm. “The ramen—”
Riku pauses, panting, places a kiss on the crook of his neck before craning to look at Yushi with his eyebrow raised high. Half a smile starts forming on his lips.
“It's getting cold.” He says breathlessly. Then he pulls Riku into him again. Kisses him hard without a warning. Tongue shoved deep in, licking as much as he could. But before Riku could catch up — Yushi's letting go.
He hops off the counter and makes his way to get chopsticks and carries the ramen pot to the table.
Riku's still trying to catch his breath. Trying to put himself back together. Being left here high and dry but he doesn't mind. Of course he doesn't. Riku wouldn't mind even if Yushi reached inside his chest to pull his beating heart out. It's Yushi's after all.
After a few deep breaths he follows Yushi to the table. Sits down in front of him. Yushi's already digging in. Riku stares in amusement.
Yushi pushes the chopsticks towards Riku and looks at him.
“Eat.”
And Riku does just that.