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Hirose threw off his shoes the moment he stepped inside the apartment. He locked the door then dragged his feet inside. He promptly dropped his bag and jacket on the couch before going to the kitchen to look for food. Once he realized that they had finished their dinner from last night, he sighed and made it to the bedroom before he collapsed on the bed. His body sunk into the mattress, and it was like heaven wrapped in memory foam and blankets.
It was a hard day at his job. Being a teacher was no joke, and it was made even more difficult when he had to work around strict school regulations that severely limited Hirose’s ability to be a good teacher. The students deserved better!!
He flopped on his back and stared at the ceiling. The apartment was too quiet, and he almost texted his husband to ask where he was when the door opened.
He couldn’t help but smile into the pillow when he heard the hurried padding of feet before the bedroom door opened.
“Aiki?”
Nakamura walked closer then sat on the bed, making it dip.
“You awake?”
“No,” answered Hirose before grinning at him.
Nakamura chuckled, and he petted his hair, smoothing out the untamed curls. His cheeks were flushed, and Hirose would always marvel at how strong of an effect he still had on his husband despite being together for nearly five years. It was like seeing a teenage Nakamura, still flustered and oh so incredibly shy around his crush.
Hirose would admit to anyone that he loved it.
“I’m a little cold,” he told Nakamura. He wasn’t.
“Oh.” Nakamura looked around the room then his eyes lit up once he saw their folded blankets on the end of their bed. “Let me get these for you.” He reached over to grab them when Hirose tugged on his shirt.
“I think the blanket will be a little too much for me…” he mumbled, looking away when Nakamura turned to him with a questioning gaze. His face was getting warmer. Did he really have to tell him?
“Do you want one of the thinner blankets we use for the summer? I can go get them from the closet.”
“No, I don’t.” Hirose was close to whining at this point. “Okuto, I just really want to feel warm right now. Can’t you make me feel warm?”
That seemed to do the trick.
Nakamura’s eyes widened, and he gulped. Hirose continued to stare up at him with wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and bitten lips. He knew the sight he made was making his husband’s heart beat like crazy.
“I-I can,” whimpered Nakamura, and Hirose quickly made space for him.
He immediately cuddled up to his husband, placing his head on his chest, and throwing a leg over both of his. Nakamura no longer went stiff—something that took a long time to get over—and he naturally pulled him closer, tucking Hirose’s head right under his chin. His arm wrapped around his waist, hands slipping under his shirt to caress the skin there.
The silence was comforting, something that Hirose never thought he would be able to experience, much less with someone who made it feel so relieving as well. With Nakamura, Hirose didn’t have to live up to a certain expectation. He could simply be, and his husband accepted it with a smile and open arms. Hirose was selfish, but only when it came to Nakamura. He didn’t want to share the kindness his husband had shown him to anyone else.
“I needed this…” he whispered, snuggling closer to Nakamura.
“Hm? What happened at work?”
“You would not believe the bullshit the principal pulled on me!”
And Hirose ranted for what felt like a long time with Nakamura listening intently, adding his own distaste to the principal as well. Here, between these four walls, they shared a world they had both created. Here, Hirose could softly kiss Nakamura’s neck and press a smile against his skin when he felt his husband shiver. Here, he easily let Nakamura pin him down and leave his own heated kisses on his neck.
He was in love with Nakamura Okuto, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.