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Tristan hummed as they worked on a bit of fabric while their boyfriend intently watched from their bed with a big ol’, friendly, happy smile. Benji was just happy he could visit Tristan again and liked watching them while they worked on whatever they were working on. They adored him dearly even if he did or said weird things. In fact, those weird things were funny to Tristan. They loved it.
It was cute to him when their face scrunched up like that when concentrating. They loved that he would watch them, as long as he stayed out of the way. His adorable faces he made occasionally just cheered them up and gave them ideas for more designs. They always felt very, very loved every time they noticed him looking at them. It was cute.
They were actually working on a gothic style set of clothing for the two of them, or more so one that matched one of their sets just for Benji to wear. They knew Benji always wanted to match with them. He made them matching cosplays after all. It's the least Tristan could do for their beloved boyfriend. He helped them out a lot after all.
Benji couldn't help but admire them no matter what face they were making as they stitched and sewed. They were just perfect and gorgeous to him. He couldn't help but fall more and more in love with them every passing day. It was like his life had gotten perfect since he had met them. He sighed lovingly at their beautiful face, or more so gorgeous as he usually called them. They were just perfect in every way, shape and form.
They paused suddenly and tapped their chin as they leaned back, then they stood up and turned to Benji with a big almost shit eating grin. Benji tilted his head innocently and smiled happily. Then, Tristan said it.
“Heyy Benji~ I might need you to strip for a moment.” “oh okay- WHAT??"
That's what made Benji's eyes fly wide open and he started stammering something before realizing why they might need him to do that. He blushed sheepishly but did stand up and take his shirt off first. He glanced down at his khaki pants and then back at Tristan. They just kept on smiling that gap toothed smile.
“Keep the underwear on. I gotta make sure the measurements are right on this is all."
Benji sighed a bit, still blushing sheepishly and did just that. His hands hovered awkwardly over his belt buckle, fingers twitching like he wasn't quite sure whether to laugh or bolt. Tristan rolled their eyes, tossing a spool of black thread onto the bed beside him. "Relax, you dork. It's not like I haven't seen you in your boxers before."
That was true, Benji had slept over enough times that the sight of him stumbling to the bathroom at 3 AM, half-asleep and hair sticking up in six directions, was practically routine. But there was something different about standing in the middle of Tristan's bedroom in broad daylight, pants pooled around his ankles while they circled him with a measuring tape like a pale focused shark.
The measuring tape snapped taut against Benji's ribs, making him yelp as Tristan chuckled. "Hold still, or I'll accidentally stab you with a pin," they murmured, their breath warm against his shoulder blade as they bent to mark part of the seam. Benji squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about how their fingers kept brushing the sensitive dip of his hipbone.
"Okay, disaster averted," Tristan announced, stepping back with a flourish of their hands. They tossed the half-finished garment at Benji's chest. "Try this on before I finish the seams. And breathe, you're turning purple." They had a gentle smile as they said this. It was partially in a joking tone.
Benji fumbled with the fabric, nearly tripping over his own pants in his haste. The shirt slid over his shoulders like liquid, the cuffs dangling just past his wrists. Tristan made a thoughtful noise, circling him again, but this time their gaze was something else as fingers adjusting the drape of the fabric without lingering too much. "Hmm. The shoulders are perfect, but we'll need to take in the waist." They tugged lightly at the excess material, their thumb briefly grazing the skin of Benji's stomach.
"You're staring," Tristan said without looking up, their voice laced with amusement. Benji swallowed. "You're, uh. Very focused."
Tristan chuckled, the sound low and warm as they leaned in, pressing a fleeting kiss to the corner of Benji’s mouth. "You’re such a mess," they murmured, lips still brushing his skin. Benji’s breath hitched, part surprise, part something warmer pooling in his chest, before Tristan pulled back, already reaching for the pin cushion balanced precariously on the dresser. The kiss lingered like sunlight dappling through leaves, the memory of it glowing against his skin.
Benji touched his lips, grinning goofily. "I.... uh. You distracted me on purpose." The accusation lacked any real heat, his voice cracking halfway through like it still hadn’t decided whether to be indignant or delighted. Tristan just smirked, rolling a pin between their fingers with practiced ease.
"Maybe," they admitted, tilting their head. The afternoon light caught the silver hoop in their nose, glinting. "But also, you were holding your breath again. Thought you might pass out if I didn’t intervene." They stepped closer, adjusting the shirt’s collar where it sat against Benji’s throat. Their fingers lingered; just for a heartbeat, before they plucked a pin from the cushion and deftly tucked it into the fabric at his waist.
Benji exhaled slowly, willing his pulse to settle. Tristan’s nearness always left him vaguely bothered in a good way. The kind of way that makes your heart go fast but your body feels nicely warm. He watched as they worked, their brows furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking out between their teeth.
The sight of it, Tristan lost in creation, him lost in the sight of them, softer than the rustle of fabric, brighter than the afternoon spilling across the floorboards.
"You’re staring again," Tristan remarked without looking up, their voice teasing. They smoothed a hand down the shirt’s front, fingers skimming over Benji’s chest. "Like what you see?" Benji blushed even more somehow. “Of course I do Tris, you're… um..”
Tristan smiled at him with a raised judging eyebrow. They had kneeled down to check the waist and hip measurement again. The sight of them so close to his crotch made him have to look away. They chuckled and handed him the pants after adjusting the shirt.
“After you try these on I'll almost be finished with these. Then we can try them out like we did your cosplay."
The Japanese Canadian man did as he was told and afterwards, Tristan finished the adjustments and cut any excess stuff off and made sure it would fit Benji just right. They smiled and set the stuff down again before turning to him and giving him another kiss, this time on the lips.
Once they pulled away they had that sparkle in their eyes as they looked up at him. They clearly held him dear to their heart, especially now after the show.
"min søte valp, I love you so much.” Benji giggled happily at that and kissed them again before they just sat and cuddled. Trying the fully finished outfit could be done later. For now, a good nap time cuddle was in order.