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“They said I look like I have a wife, a child and two dogs,” Yudai chuckles. “Do I really look straight?”
Fuma smiles, shaking his head slowly, his hands are on Yudai’s waist, making him shiver. “No, honey, you don't. They're just kids,” Fuma shrugs, placing a soft kiss on his neck.
“Right, but… A child and two dogs? Gosh, I could never handle that,” Yudai mutters under his breath, shutting his eyes. He loves when Fuma does this - hugs him from the back and makes him feel like the whole world’s muted and there's just two of them.
“Yeah, same,” Fuma mumbles, “but we can have a cat, what do you think? I guess we can handle one,” he presses his lips on the back of Yudai's neck.
He says this just because he wants to talk about something, but talking about work after being there for a whole day isn't the best idea.
They're working at the same place. The same school, actually.
Yudai's an art teacher and Fuma teaches literature. No one knows they're dating, though, and sometimes it's hard. Fuma wants to hug his boyfriend, to touch his hand, to smile at him and everything, but they don't want anyone to see that. It's just easier this way. No questions, no weird looks, no murmuring behind their backs.
“Oh, well,” Yudai pouts, “I'll think about it.”
He leans back, so Fuma hugs him even tighter.
“Yeah, later, now we have more important things to do,” Fuma whispers right into his ear, making Yudai bite on his lip.
“Oh? And what are those?” He tilts his head, letting Fuma kiss his neck. “Reading essays? Making tests for students?”
“Hell no, those are my trigger words, babe,” Fuma chuckles, leaving an almost invisible bite mark on Yudai's shoulder. “I need to kiss you in our bedroom, right now,” he says, his voice low.
And, yeah, Yudai fucking loves this.
“Only kiss?” He moves his hand slightly, touching Fuma's thigh. “That must be so boring, don't you think?”
Oh, he's playing now.
“Well, I know how to make it more interesting,” Fuma smiles, tracing a line with his hand way up to Yudai's chest. He starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, and fuck- Yudai's crazy about it. “We can do it naked, what you think? Maybe I can kiss not only your lips, mhm?”
Yudai shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath, “Fuck, yes, please.”
“You're starting to beg? Interesting, I thought I'd wait longer for you to say this,” Fuma giggles, pulling back a little to grab Yudai's hand. “Okay, let's go now, because I have essays to read,” he sighs with a grin, “For real, though.”
“Wait, can you put on your glasses? Those black ones?” Yudai bites on his lip, “You're sexy with them on,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss him shortly. “Find them, I'll be waiting for you,” he slaps Fuma's thigh, adding quietly, “Naked.”
Fuck-
Fuma swallows.
Maybe, essays will wait a little longer. He has something- Someone more interesting to read.