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chen kaiwen and aoyagi masato had known each other for almost two years, but they’d only been officially dating for just under two months.
and as if he had been waiting for this moment forever, the instant kaiwen got his beautiful boyfriend, he clung to masato like a little puppy desperate for its owner’s attention.
things only got worse—much worse—once the two of them moved in together.
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“sato-chan~”
oh. here we go again.
for the fourteenth time that same morning, kaiwen tried to “bother” masato (in the most affectionate way possible), showering the soft pink hair of his boyfriend with endless, feathery kisses.
but to be fair, who could really blame him? masato looked exactly like a little peach: dressed in a pastel-pink apron, focused intently on baking, unbearably cute in every possible way.
the dusting of white flour on his face didn’t make him look messy at all—if anything, it made him look even more “biteable.”
“baobei, you need to stop.”
“i’m trying to whisk this cream.”
“i need to focus, otherwise it’s gonna turn into a disaster.”
masato spoke while trying to pry away his younger boyfriend’s arms, which were wrapped around his waist like a stubborn koala.
“uhm… i don’t want to.”
kaiwen buried his nose into the crook of masato’s neck, inhaling deeply before brushing his lips against the skin there.
his hands splayed possessively across masato’s hips, pulling him closer.
“smell too good,” he mumbled against his skin. “looks even better.”
“kaiwen—”
masato’s voice cracked when teeth grazed the edge of his ear.
“just one taste,” kaiwen teased, chuckling as he dragged his mouth lower, pressing wet kisses along the line of masato’s shoulder. “the cream can wait.”
masato’s whole body went tense. the whisk shook in his hand, cream threatening to spill over the edge.
“stop… it’ll get messy,” he warned, though the tremor in his voice gave him away.
“then let it,” kaiwen whispered, hips pressing flush against him, his laugh rumbling low and shameless.
masato hissed through his teeth, face burning red.
before kaiwen could push his luck any further, masato snapped. he snatched the nearest fruit off the counter and shoved a perfectly round peach straight into his boyfriend’s mouth.
kaiwen gagged, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, could only glare at him over the edge of the peach.
masato turned back to the bowl with a scowl, muttering, “chew that, not me.”
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“kaiwen, stop sniffing me like that.”
another time, while masato was absorbed in reading his favorite manga on the sofa, kaiwen appeared out of nowhere and broke his focus by burying his face into the crook of masato’s neck, inhaling deeply like a puppy catching the scent of food.
“you smell so good, i can’t help it.”
the faint trace of rose-scented body wash clinging to masato’s skin brushed against kaiwen’s nose, sweet and dizzying, making it impossible for him to stay away.
if he could, he would have glued himself entirely to his boyfriend by now.
“mmh-”
“baobei… stop.”
masato’s protest carried almost no weight, his voice breaking when kaiwen’s nose kept brushing against his neck.
the sensation made him squirm, body betraying him with each ticklish drag of breath against his skin.
“how could you want me to stop when you call me like that, huh?”
kaiwen’s tone dropped lower, his gaze darkening in an instant—so subtle it would have gone unnoticed if not for the way his body pressed closer, trapping masato against the sofa cushions.
without warning, the manga was plucked from masato’s hands and dropped carelessly onto the coffee table.
“i have to finish my comic-”
“and i have to finish you.”
one hand cradled the back of masato’s head, guiding him down against the armrest, while kaiwen’s mouth crashed onto his.
the kiss was immediate, unrelenting, swallowing masato whole.
“uhm...”
masato’s mind screamed for distance, but his body gave in easily, limbs weakening as heat coiled in his chest.
kaiwen’s mouth moved with urgency, lips demanding, tongue coaxing, until resistance melted into nothing.
he nipped at masato’s lower lip, slow and deliberate, savoring it like the flesh of a ripe peach—soft, sweet, addictive—drawing quiet, shuddering sounds from masato’s throat.
his lips trailed higher, brushing across masato’s flushed cheek, gentle for a moment as though cherishing something fragile, before lowering again—down along the line of his jaw, to the pale column of his neck.
kaiwen lingered there, kissing, sucking, biting lightly at every spot his mouth touched, marking masato with small red blooms—subtle, yet bold enough that no one could miss them if they looked.
masato’s pajama shirt had already slipped open, a few buttons undone, revealing the elegant slope of his collarbone and the pale perfection of his shoulder. each patch of skin became a canvas for kaiwen’s mouth, painted with crimson blossoms that spread like wildfire.
his thumb brushed lazily over masato’s cheek, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s gaze had lost all focus, blurred with desire.
the sight was nothing short of art—breathtaking, intoxicating, too much for kaiwen to resist.
he bent down again, lips fastening onto the collarbone he’d already claimed, tasting the delicate heat of skin beneath his tongue.
“god, you are so perfect,” he whispered against masato’s skin, words half a growl, half a prayer.
masato’s breath caught, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the manga long forgotten on the table, replaced by the weight of kaiwen’s relentless affection.
and that was just one of many moments.
living together meant there was no escape for masato—no quiet day that wasn’t interrupted by kaiwen’s clingy, relentless affection.
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the rain started one afternoon, a steady drumming against the windows that turned the apartment into a cocoon of warmth. masato had curled up by the window with another book, legs tucked under a blanket, eyes tracing the inked panels in comfortable silence.
but of course, peace never lasted long with kaiwen.
“sato-channn~”
the next thing masato knew, the blanket was yanked, and kaiwen was climbing under it, sprawling across him like a puppy determined to steal every bit of warmth.
“kaiwen, you’re heavy.”
“then let me be your gravity,”
kaiwen murmured, his breath tickling against masato’s neck as he buried himself there.
masato tried to hold the book higher, but kaiwen’s weight made it impossible. warm lips brushed along the slope of his shoulder, then higher, until masato was forced to tilt his head back against the window frame.
“i’m trying to read…”
he muttered, though the words wavered when kaiwen’s mouth lingered against the sensitive skin just below his ear.
“and i’m trying to love you,”
kaiwen whispered, voice low and soft, almost reverent. his arms cinched tighter, locking them together in a nest of blanket and heat.
masato sighed in surrender, his fingers slackening, the book sliding from his hands and landing with a quiet thud on the floor.
kaiwen took that chance, cupping masato's face and pulling him into a kiss that was slow but consuming, the kind that left no room for thought.
the steady patter of rain outside blurred into background noise, each drop like a drum keeping time with the rhythm of their mouths.
kaiwen kissed deeply, gently coaxing masato’s lips apart, savoring him until masato was clinging back, chest heaving with quiet, uneven breaths.
when they finally broke apart, masato’s cheeks were flushed, his lips kiss-bruised, his lashes damp.
kaiwen only smiled, brushing his thumb across the corner of masato’s mouth.
“see? much better than reading.”
masato wanted to protest, but the only sound that left his throat was a soft, breathless hum as kaiwen leaned back in, sealing his mouth with another kiss.
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another time, on a quiet night past midnight, masato eased out of bed and padded into the kitchen, hoping a bite of something sweet might clear the lingering taste of sleep from his tongue.
he wasn’t surprised to find kaiwen already there, sitting at the counter with his chin resting in his palm, hair mussed, eyelids heavy. half-asleep, but waiting.
“couldn’t sleep?”
masato asked softly.
kaiwen’s lips curved lazily. “was waiting for you.”
before masato could respond, kaiwen’s hand caught his wrist, tugging him closer until masato was perched sideways across his lap. one arm circled his waist instinctively, the other reaching for the bowl of fruit on the counter.
“eat”
kaiwen said simply, holding up a slice of peach against masato’s lips.
masato accepted it with a small bite, juice slipping down his chin.
“messy”
kaiwen teased softly, before capturing masato’s lips in a kiss that was anything but innocent.
the sweetness of fruit mixed with the warmth of the kiss, and masato found himself clutching at kaiwen’s shirt, his body growing pliant against him.
kaiwen kissed him again, slower this time, drawing it out until masato’s breath stuttered.
his tongue traced along the seam of masato’s lips before slipping inside, teasing, tasting, stealing every ounce of his composure.
masato gasped, heat rushing through him, and kaiwen deepened the kiss, savoring him like the ripest fruit.
when he finally let him breathe, masato’s lips were swollen, his voice trembling. “you’re… ridiculous.”
“maybe,” kaiwen whispered, brushing his nose against masato’s cheek, “but you’re mine.”
his hand slid up, fingers tangling in masato’s hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back for another kiss. the kitchen light glowed dim and golden around them, the hum of the refrigerator steady and quiet, as if the whole world had stilled just for this.
masato melted into his lap, letting kaiwen’s mouth consume him again and again, each kiss heavier, sweeter, until even the idea of returning to bed was forgotten.
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another thing kaiwen—and masato too, of course—absolutely loved was cuddling endlessly after waking up.
one morning, pale light filtered through the curtains, scattering soft patterns across the bedroom as masato stirred slowly, his cheek nestled against something warm and solid.
kaiwen’s chest.
he blinked, realizing kaiwen had wrapped around him sometime in the night, legs tangled, one arm clamped firmly around his waist like a lock that refused to open.
masato shifted just a little, testing the hold, but kaiwen only groaned and dragged him closer, burying his face into masato’s hair.
“don’t move,” kaiwen mumbled, voice low and hoarse with sleep. “you’re mine in the morning.”
masato let out a quiet sigh. “you’re ridiculous.”
“ridiculously in love,” kaiwen corrected instantly, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of masato’s head.
masato turned his face against kaiwen’s chest, hiding the small smile threatening to appear. “you’re clingier than a blanket.”
“then i’ll be your favorite blanket,” kaiwen replied without missing a beat.
his fingers stroked slow circles against masato’s back.
“soft, warm, smells good, and you can’t get rid of me even if you try.”
masato finally let out a quiet laugh, the sound muffled against kaiwen’s skin.
“what am i supposed to do with you…”
“love me,” kaiwen said simply, lifting his head just enough to meet masato’s eyes. “that’s all.”
masato rolled his eyes, but his cheeks betrayed him, pink with warmth. “you don’t make it easy, you know.”
“good,” kaiwen whispered, kissing the tip of masato’s nose. “then you’ll never forget how much i want you.”
masato exhaled, sinking into the embrace despite himself.
his hands came up hesitantly, finally curling around kaiwen’s back, returning the hug fully.
“fine,” he murmured. “you win. i’ll stay like this a little longer.”
kaiwen’s grin was instant and bright, even through the haze of sleep. “a little longer means forever, right?”
masato groaned softly, hiding his burning face against kaiwen’s collarbone. “go back to sleep.”
“only if you stay right here,” kaiwen bargained, lips brushing over masato’s temple.
masato didn’t answer, but the way he nestled closer was more than enough.
wrapped up in each other, with the quiet morning light spilling across their tangled forms, the rest of the world faded away.
for once, masato didn’t mind being trapped — not when the trap was chen kaiwen’s arms.