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Yoshiki finds them huddled together by the fireplace, Hikaru’s legs splayed across Hikaru’s lap, one of Hikaru’s hands buried in Hikaru’s hair. They’re both watching the flames dance and crackle, and in their defence, it makes for a pretty visual, the amber glow they paint on both of their faces, the way they’re wound so tightly together you can’t tell where one starts and one begins. But that couch is bigger than the two of them and there is something extremely glaring that Yoshiki’s not willing to stand around and wait for them to notice; he lets out a heaving sigh, then shuffles his way onto the other side so they both can see him.
Hikaru lifts his head as Yoshiki rounds the front of the couch. He smiles, eyes slightly more alert than their partner’s, a single eyebrow raised. “Hey. How’d she like it?”
Briefly distracted by the question, Yoshiki lets his hands settle at his sides rather than on his hips. It’s the 26th, and they’ve exchanged most gifts with their families already, but they’d returned home from much of the festivities last night to find that one of the presents Yoshiki chose for Kaoru got left, neatly wrapped, under the tree… so this afternoon’s excursion was delivering that to her. The honest answer is that Yurie had been over to do her own present exchange, and thus Kaoru hadn’t given Yoshiki the time of day, really… but she smiled when she eventually did tear through the wrapping, and Yoshiki’s mom sent him home with a backpack of leftovers from yesterday’s dinner.
“I think… it went fine,” Yoshiki reflects, instead of all of that. He’ll regale Hikaru with the nitty gritty later if he’s truly interested, but Yoshiki thinks he might have only asked to be polite. After all Hikaru’s hand hasn’t stopped moving through Hikaru’s hair for the entire exchange, and now Yoshiki’s pouting again. With a slight huff, he removes his sweater and ruffles up his own hair, then plants a knee on the couch cushion where Hikaru and Hikaru’s legs have parted to create the tiniest space bubble.
Hikaru’s raised eyebrow lifts even further. Hikaru picks his head up, blinking sleepily, and then breaks into a grin.
“Oh! You wanna—?” Hikaru starts wriggling immediately, creating a larger gap between himself and Hikaru. Hikaru lets out a small, amused huff as he moves to follow suit, and the honest truth is that the sound makes Yoshiki want to smile, but he feels he’s waited long enough so rather than let the two of them create a proper, Yoshiki-sized spot for him on the couch, he forces his way between them.
It takes some finagling to be sitting both comfortably and facing the fireplace. To be fair, if Yoshiki had waited, he probably would’ve had a nice place to sit just waiting for him. But Hikaru lets out a little breathy sigh and latches onto his middle, apparently unbothered as he presses his cheek firm into Yoshiki’s shoulder.
Hikaru, on the other hand, is grinning. “Impatient,” he sings, but his eyes are sparkling with fondness. As their gazes meet, Hikaru’s eyes sharpen, and he tilts his head minutely, the look on his face suddenly assessing rather than teasing. Yoshiki doesn’t wither, meeting Hikaru’s look mildly, comfortably. Nothing happened while he was out to cause any concern—he assumes that’s why Hikaru is now studying him so intently.
After a beat, Hikaru relaxes, and he leans over to plant a chaste kiss on Yoshiki’s cheek. As he draws back, Yoshiki huffs and dips after him, shutting his eyes. That is not a sufficient greeting after several hours apart, and with his eyes closed, Yoshiki can’t see Hikaru’s actual reaction, but he does hear him laugh. It doesn’t matter anyhow, because Yoshiki gets his kiss a second later.
Satisfied now, Yoshiki wriggles so his back presses into Hikaru’s side, then threads both hands through Hikaru’s hair. “Guess you two spent today lazin’ around.”
“Mmmmhm,” Hikaru agrees, his eyelids fluttering as he tips into the touch, not unlike a needy cat. He’d probably purr if he could. As is, he lets out this low, contented sigh, the corner of his lip quirking. The biggest smile he’ll usually manage while he’s this drowsy. “Figured ya would come back with leftovers, so we didn’t make anything to eat…”
Was that Hikaru’s intuition, or Hikaru’s? All their memories of his mom are more or less identical, with the exception of these past couple years, so Yoshiki supposes it could have been either or both of them. The specifics don’t really matter, since they ended up right… but Yoshiki does have to wonder if it was less an apt guess and more just that they were feeling too lazy to cook. He can hardly blame them anyway. This close to the fireplace and sandwiched between them, Yoshiki feels warm and comfortable, like he could just drift asleep… which he really shouldn’t do with all that food in his backpack that still needs to be put in the fridge.
“Did you miss me?” Yoshiki asks as he tips his head back. He’s looking at Hikaru as he asks, but he slows his hands so Hikaru knows the question is for both of them. There’s a muffled laugh from Yoshiki’s front, but Hikaru lifts his head instantly, lips pulled into a broader smile.
“‘Course.”
“Hm.” Hikaru ruffles Yoshiki’s hair. “You know you weren’t actually gone for that long? An’ you weren’t all that far away either…” His eyes crinkle a moment later. Hikaru’s real smile is exquisite. Yoshiki doesn’t take it for granted, this ability he has to look at both of their faces in succession, to drink in all the differences and similarities, the way that Hikaru’s nose scrunches and Hikaru’s entire face softens, the warmth glowing through his eyes. Having either of their attention on you is sort of like being at the centre of the solar system, they’re both so unbelievably intense… but Yoshiki’s so spoiled with it. He could never have enough.
“So you missed me,” Yoshiki nags, knocking his head into Hikaru’s chest.
“Why ask if you know?”
“You’re wakin’ me up,” Hikaru points out, and yawns, as if to give emphasis. He doesn’t seem especially bothered by it though, head lifting properly as he slowly adjusts himself into an upright position. “Maybe I better go worry about all that food then…”
Yoshiki frowns and hooks his arms around Hikaru’s chest to tug him back down. “Nuh. Not yet.”
“Eh?” Hikaru’s head swivels. He smiles, a moment later, his brows raised in apparent incredulity. His gaze flickers past Yoshiki to Hikaru, but whatever silent communication passes between the two, it’s enough that Hikaru acquiesces fairly quickly; he exhales and slumps back into Yoshiki. “Well, all right. Just for now, then.”
A perfunctory effort at getting up, really. Yoshiki’s in no position to judge though. He always gets everything he wants. Shutting his eyes, he leans needily into Hikaru until he feels fingers card through his hair, then shivers and goes limp against him. He’ll worry about practical, realistic things like the food later… much later. For now, it’s far too warm for him to think about moving a muscle.