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"I'm home..."
"Welcome home, dear."
Immediately a smile spread across Shouyou's face when he heard the voice of his boyfriend. He was oh so tired, but so glad to be home.
Under a small light Tooru was reading a book, one of his favourites. Shouyou chuckled softly, wondering how many times he had read it already. He had to admit, though, it was a good book.
Tooru took off his glasses and carefully placed them on the little table beside the armchair he was sitting on before he spread his arms wide for Shouyou to fall into. The smaller boy quickly dropped his bag in a corner and did so.
"You stink," Tooru commented softly, inhaling his boyfriend’s scent. Mostly sweat, but he still smelled so good. He had told - ordered - Shouyou that morning to wear one of his colognes, and there was still a faint rose scent on his neck. He pressed a soft kiss on it, making Shouyou giggle. He gave the volleyball player another kiss, and another.
"Tooru," Shouyou giggled. "It tickles~" In all honesty, it didn't even tickle that much. He just wanted more of those soft, loving kisses. Kisses he adored.
His wish got granted. More pecks were placed on his neck, his cheeks and his lips. A tongue slipped in, and as they parted a trail of saliva still connected them.
Shouyou smiled, booping his lover's nose. Tooru snorted and scolded Shouyou for ruining the mood. The other just laughed, climbing of Tooru's lap to turn on the TV. Yuutarou had told him a nice movie would be on that evening and that he should definitely watch it.
"Oh, it started already!" Shouyou quickly turned up the volume slightly before he hurried back to Tooru who had taken place on the couch. More space meant easier cuddles.
Shouyou snuggled close to his all too pretty boyfriend. Said boyfriend pressed a kiss on his favourite orange hair and wrapped his arms tightly around the small frame on his lap.
"Tooru." He hummed. The older male loved the way Shouyou called his name, but honestly, he loved everything about the boy. Even the bruises he'd get from training too much. Tooru had made a rule with himself that the more bruises, the more cuddles, but he already failed after the first day. He just couldn't resist those adorable puppy eyes and those sleepy pleas for more.
"Tooru?"
"Ah, sorry. Just thinking about you."
"You hopeless romantic," Shouyou laughed. He leaned his head back and rested it on Tooru's shoulder. "How did your job go? How was she?" A slight hint of jealousy could be heard when he said that last sentence.
"Don't worry, she had a boyfriend herself." Shouyou let out a pleased sigh, eyes fixated on the screen. Tooru wondered if he was watching or just looking. "It went quite smooth, I have to say. No complaints on my side. She was a pretty lady, after all." He added, just to be sure, "But you're cuter, obviously."
Shouyou laughed. Tooru's cheeks flushed slightly pink, loving the sound. He took a small hand between his own and held it. Just held it. That was enough for him. Just being with his loved one.
Shouyou thought the same. Where in the beginning some things would've been awkward, others are now comparing them to old couples. Tooru got mad the first time he heard it, but Shouyou just laughed and gave him a kiss.
The film was forgotten already. Something about a dead detective. Tooru combed through Shouyou's messy hair with his long finger. Shouyou almost falling asleep on his lap. Tooru could see him struggling trying to stay awake.
"If you're that tired, just fall asleep," Tooru whispered in his ear. Shouyou mumbled something, he couldn’t make up what it was. And with another kiss on the back of his head, Shouyou had taken off to dreamland.
Tooru chuckled softly. Carefully, he picked up the small boy and carried him to his shared room where he changed him into his pajamas. Tooru quickly took off his own clothes and lay down in bed next to his softly snoring boyfriend. Maybe that was the one thing he didn’t like, but really, he didn’t care.
"Hm... Tooru..." Shouyou shifted and rolled to Tooru's side. Tooru smiled, placing a kiss on the other's nose and wrapping one arm around his waist.
"Good night, dear."