Work Text:
"Rui, honey, please help Yugo with ironing later!"
"...Please don't."
It didn't take long before Suya's presence at the Wanijima household became a norm with how often he randomly came and went, sometimes staying for a day, sometimes a week. For now, his high score was 2 weeks, and throughout the time, he shifted from being a guest to becoming a proper family member. That meant, being entrusted with chores, too. Unfortunately though, with how clumsy and inexperienced he was, his boyfriend usually dragged him away from doing anything.
And honestly? Kasuya's guilt about being a "freeloader" and a "burden" washed away as soon as it came. He's never felt more welcome anywhere, and finally experienced living as a part of a proper family (plus, got some sweet, domestic moments with Yugo he could only dream of in the past).
"You haven't stayed so long in a while... You also didn't mention a thing about college." Yugo muttered with a light mix of curiosity and worry, as he put his freshly ironed clothes into the closet.
" 's all remote again... Because something something something..." The other mumbled, rubbing his face against the covers of his boyfriend's bed. Since he was banned from housework, he spent this time just mindlessly kicking his feet while laying there.
With how often something malfunctioned about his university, and the psychology department was forced to temporarily switch to online classes, even an idiot would realise that only half of these situations were true. Sometimes, his stubborn self just really didn't want to leave the town he's once sworn to never come back to.
(...If not Shishitoren.)
Yugo chose not to question, fully aware that no matter what the truth was THIS time, Suya was NOT going back if he didn't feel ready to.
At least he diligently studied during most of his free time anyway, so the state of his knowledge wasn't at danger, unlike his attendance.
"...I see."
The tens of thrifted flannels (pure sensory heaven) were now all hanging in their place, therefore, their owner shifted his gaze.
"So... You're staying until it gets resolved?"
"Unless you expect me to be content with rotting from loneliness in Tsukinawa, yup." Suya hummed, stretching his back.
"...Come on. Pretend you're happy." He huffed lightly.
"Ah, no..."
"No?"
"...Forget it." Yugo shook his head, having failed to convey his emotions. He was too exhausted to fight it, anyway, so he walked over to the bed, collapsing onto it and scooping his boyfriend against himself while at it.
It was clear that was exactly what he was waiting for, as he immediately adjusted his position, shifting on top at the other and embracing his waist, while Yugo's hands gently laced through his hair. He could feel them gently undo the hairband at the back of his head, letting the top layer of his hair loose.
As Suya relaxed underneath the extremely soothing scalp massage, the other, too, found peace in the movements, the closeness, and the texture of the shaggy, slightly rough hair. From time to time, he took a single strand in between his fingers and inspected it individually.
The room was filled with the kind of silence Suya didn't feel the need to fill with meaningless chatter.
He was content with listening to the occasional, tired puffs of air Yugo let out.
The other was drifting off to a state of pure bliss and relaxation, not paying that much attention to what he was doing anymore, which led to accidentally brushing against Suya's right ear.
Honestly, he wouldn't have even noticed, having barely registered the sudden change in texture.
Wouldn't have noticed if not for the sudden flinch from him.
It didn't hurt, not physically. It was just a reflex.
And just as reflexively, Yugo immediately tightened his embrace to ground his startled lover.
"Shh. Sorry. I'm sorry." He whispered softly, remaining calm. That way, if the other's mind were to enter fight-or-flight mode, it would back off upon realising there was no danger.
Sometimes, Suya even let him touch it. But today, his nervous system acted up.
However, he didn't let a single sound out, aside from a long exhale. Then, he leaned into the touch again - because the awareness of his unconditional trust overpowered any response his trauma could inflict on him.
The entire "ordeal" could've lasted 10 seconds at best, although it stayed on Yugo's mind for a bit longer - how glad he was that Suya felt safe.
So he went back to what he was doing before, not hesitating to leave a kiss on top of the other's head. He let his nose linger near his hair for a bit, soon realising just how faint the usual scent was. The cheap, anti-dandruff herbal shampoo, and cigarette smoke.
"Oh... You're running out of shampoo..." He quietly muttered at the realisation.
The response was a muffled chuckle.
"...You've got quite the creative ways of telling me I smell."
"No, it was just an observation."
...An extremely weird and amusing observation. Just the kind he loved hearing.
"An observation on the fact that I stink?"
Yugo let out a small huff of frustration.
"No, I just... Can't smell it as strongly than before. So I know you've been watering it down again." He explained, convinced it was entirely normal to be able to tell such a thing from some scent.
"A bit. But there's always discounts on it at the end of the month, so I'll live until then." Suya reassured, knowing it wasn't about the hygiene of his hair. Well, partly. Mostly, it was simply about his significant scent.
"...Anything else you can tell?"
Yugo needed a second, wanting to believe his second observation wasn't true.
"...You ran out of cigarettes..? Already?"
It was concerning, to say the least, as he knew his boyfriend only smoked one pack a month, and always got a new one at the beginning of it. It's only been a week since the last refill.
"No, just haven't really had the opportunity to smoke."
"...Oh. Okay."
...He couldn't help but feign being offended.
"Did you really think I ran out of my monthly pack on the 8th?" He sighed, as his lover pulled back to yawn.
"No. I didn't think."
Suya slowly raised his head upon realising the other's voice has been growing progressively quieter. Quieter than usual, which was slightly becoming a struggle.
"Ah, you're tired..."
There, their gazes met. Yugo's golden eyes were half-lidded and sleepy, but still keeping their full focus on Suya's.
With how close their faces were, it was hard not to eventually give into the urge to make some use of it.
It really was inevitable, both wordlessly agreed, one gently embracing the other's lips with his own.
It was a pace they were used to - no rush, no lust. Just soft affection, as if their tongues were just gently caressing each others, and their lips cuddling.
The movement was slow as well - neither of them was in a hurry. Neither of them was EVER in a hurry during moments of intimacy.
Sometimes, one of them would pull away for a split second, placing a series of light kisses somewhere on the other's face, such as on the chin, or simply the corner of his mouth.
Sometimes, it was also because they felt the urge to meet the other's eyes again. To drink in more and more of this loving gaze.
Yugo's lips were always soft, but unusually cold. Suya's, despite their complementing warmth, were often chapped, or even wounded from picking skin off them.
Did any of that matter? Absolutely not. It was all the sensations and tastes they've grown used to.
They felt their ministrations mutually slow down, since after all, one of them was already exhausted before, while the other was slowly getting dizzy from the amount of times he had to tilt his head. It doesn't have to be specified which is which.
And so, with a final smooch, Suya's face eventually collapsed into his lover's chest.
...Seconds later, Yugo's face landed on the top of his head, once again inhaling his scent. He also gathered the last bits of energy in his sore hands to go back to the soothing, repeatable motions.
He couldn't fight against the inevitable, though. His hands eventually stilled.
Suya knew he fell asleep, he could hear the shift in his heartbeat as he rested his left ear on his chest.
What he also knew was that he, as always, wouldn't be able to fall asleep himself.
Not that he minded. After all, if he fell asleep, he'd lose awareness of the warmth surrounding him - and it was limited.
Always limited. So, in a way, he was grateful to his insomnia for once, as he could at least spend the next hours basking in the feeling he knew he'd eventually miss.
If he came back to Tsukinawa, that is. And let's just say that was a future concern.