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"Atsushi." A bare hand grabbed his tablet, yoinking it gently and drawing a weak protest from the tired tiger.
"Chuuya," he said back, making a half-hearted reach for the device. Chuuya tapped at the screen for a moment before shutting it off and plugging it in, setting it on the nightstand. The shorter man climbed into bed, tugging the blankets over himself. Atsushi sighed resignedly and got into position, sidling lower in the sheets and curling up against Chuuya's chest, a contented hum leaving him as those hands came up to his hair and pet him gently.
"You're workin' yourself too much, kitty," Chuuya chastised gently. "I got that for ya to have fun with, not work. I saved your document, by the way."
Atsushi hummed again.
"Work stays at work," Chuuya murmured, pressing a kiss to silky strands. "There're no urgent cases right now. You can have downtime, babe."
"I know," Atsushi whined softly. "I just feel like I need to be productive. It's such a nice, expensive gift, I feel like I need to make up for it somehow."
Chuuya sighed. "Baby, you don't though. And it wasn't expensive at all, Higuchi just got a new one and offered me her old one after getting turned down by Gin and Ryuu. I already have my laptop, so I gave it to you." He rolled onto his back, helping Atsushi adjust to the position. "You're allowed to have good things without strings, 'sush. God, we need to work on your self-esteem."
Atsushi laughed, gentle and sleepy. "I know," he said again. "I've been trying. I promise I'll try not to do work things on the tablet after work."
Chuuya chuckled. "Good enough. And it's your tablet, not just 'the' tablet." He pressed another kiss to his weretiger's hair. "G'night, kitty."
"Goodnight, Chuuya. Love you."
He smiled. "Love ya, too."