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1.
The first time Adachi initiated physical contact at the office, it was in the elevator. They were going home after a regular day, a few other people riding down with them. He and Kurosawa were against the back wall, standing at a respectable distance as there wasn’t enough of a crowd to justify them touching.
It had only been two weeks since Christmas, and Adachi was still learning to get comfortable with their newfound intimacy. It was fine in private, but he still had moments of panic - like whenever Kurosawa would push the flirting a bit too far in the office. Still, he was starting to feel a little bolder… Also, he really wished he was the one to surprise Kurosawa sometimes.
So, he took a step to the side, standing closer to Kurosawa so that their arms were touching. He felt his boyfriend stiffen briefly in surprise, and the weight of Kurosawa’s eyes on him. Without looking up, Adachi simply pressed his arm against Kurosawa’s. There was a beat of silence, then a soft, happy sigh, and Kurosawa relaxed against him, leaning into the touch.
Adachi’s heart was beating wildly in his chest as he glanced around the elevator, but no one was paying them any attention. When he finally dared to look up, Kurosawa was looking straight ahead. Adachi’s nervousness faded away slightly. The beaming smile on his boyfriend’s face was the most important thing.
2.
Mornings at Toyokawa always meant packed elevators. It wasn’t bothering Adachi as much now that he didn’t have his magic anymore; at least he didn’t need to hear everyone’s inner ramblings. Another added bonus was that whenever he went to work with Kurosawa, they could lean against each other without Adachi worrying about how it looked.
That morning, Adachi felt particularly affectionate. He wasn’t sure why - they hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, but somehow leaving Kurosawa’s embrace and getting ready for work had been harder than usual. And now, even pressed close as they were, it was as though Adachi was missing Kurosawa.
He leaned in a bit more against the comfortable weight of Kurosawa’s arm. A wave of affection and longing washed over him, and Adachi knew it just wasn’t enough. He wanted, needed more contact, yet he was still highly aware of the crowd surrounding them.
The yearning for his boyfriend’s touch eventually won, and Adachi discreetly moved his hand closer and slipped his pinky around Kurosawa’s. He heard a strangled gasp, that was immediately covered up by a cough followed by a mumbled apology. Adachi almost pulled away from fear of being found out, but Kurosawa’s finger tightened reassuringly around his. He smiled softly and closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth that was radiating through him from this simple touch.
3.
Working overtime was never fun, but there was something nice about waiting for each other after everyone else had left. The deserted office took on a more intimate atmosphere, making Adachi seek out more of those not-so-accidental touches and knowing smiles they always liked to share.
It was also easier to walk together to the elevator as they left, arms bumping along the way and hands finding each other as soon as the doors closed on them. When Adachi felt particularly fond - or especially tired - he would rest his head on Kurosawa’s shoulder until they reached the lobby.
This time though, the exhaustion combined with his boyfriend’s intoxicating scent made him feel slightly light-headed. Adachi closed his eyes and buried his face closer in the crook of Kurosawa’s neck, inhaling slowly. Kurosawa’s hand squeezed his own once and Adachi smiled, feeling almost unbearably in love. He couldn’t wait to get home, couldn’t wait to snuggle on the couch next to Kurosawa as they ate some convenience store food they would buy on the way back, couldn’t wait to fall in Kurosawa’s arms on their bed, couldn’t wait to see whether or not they would be too tired to do more than just cuddle before sleeping.
The elevator slowed down and Adachi lifted his head without giving it a second thought. Just as the “ding” announced the opening of the doors, he placed a soft, tender kiss on Kurosawa’s cheek and walked out. Realizing he was alone in the lobby, he turned around and laughed, calling for his bewildered boyfriend to come out before the elevator doors closed again.
4.
Kurosawa looked so good today. Not that he didn’t always look good, but for some reason Adachi had been hyper aware of his presence in the office the whole morning. Maybe it was that new vest he was wearing, the one they had found during a shopping trip together the previous weekend… Either way, Adachi really wished they were alone right now.
He hadn’t dared going so far as outright kissing in the elevator yet, even when they were alone, but today he was certainly considering it. The problem was, well, people. It was just after lunch - a lunch they had spent sending each other flirtatious glances, which had definitely not helped Adachi’s predicament - and while the elevator was far from being packed, there were still a few other employees riding along with them.
Standing close to Kurosawa with their pinkies linked, as they usually did nowadays, Adachi tried to reason with himself. He wasn’t a teenager with uncontrollable hormones; he could very well wait until they got back home to kiss his boyfriend, never mind how attractive he might look.
As he was still busy convincing himself, the last person exited the elevator three floors below theirs. They were finally alone. He looked up at Kurosawa, who just took his hand properly and smiled at him - blinding, loving, and so, so enticing, and Adachi couldn’t help himself. He grabbed the lapels of Kurosawa’s jacket with his free hand and quickly pressed their lips together. He barely had the time to swallow Kurosawa’s surprised gasp that they had already reached their floor, and Adachi stepped back, giving his breathless boyfriend a knowing smile before leaving him to collect himself. He had a meeting to set up now, after all.
Minutes later, he got a text from Kurosawa telling him he would be getting his revenge tonight. Adachi laughed and quickly replied that he was certainly counting on it.
5.
Adachi was suddenly taken back many months ago, on the day he had heard Kurosawa’s thoughts for the very first time, his body caught between Kurosawa’s and the elevator wall. The difference today was that it was Kurosawa who had been pushed against the wall, Adachi’s chest firmly pressed against his as the elevator was packed almost beyond capacity.
They exchanged a knowing look, and Adachi quickly averted his gaze so as to not be tempted to do something stupid. “Something stupid” meaning anything from giggling like a schoolgirl to getting inappropriately handsy for such a public setting. They had gotten so distracted with each other that morning that they almost ended up late for work, without even having the chance to really do anything. And now, Adachi’s body was sending him the message that it would very much like to continue whatever they had started earlier.
Oh well. “Something stupid” didn’t have to mean something very conspicuous. After all, they were already pressed against each other because of the crowds; he could rearrange their positions slightly and it would only seem like he was trying to get comfortable. With that in mind, Adachi shifted slightly so that one of his legs was between Kurosawa’s and pressed closer, grinding just once against Kurosawa’s thigh.
He risked a glance at his boyfriend. Kurosawa was looking at him with wide eyes filled with a mix of surprise, alarm and what was definitely pure heat. Adachi couldn’t deny that he was starting to really enjoy surprising his boyfriend in such ways - it was only fair considering how much teasing Adachi had suffered at the beginning of their relationship. Adachi waited until the elevator stopped at the next floor and, with an innocent smile, took advantage of the jolt to firmly press their hips together. Kurosawa immediately closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Adachi watched the bob of his Adam’s apple with uncharacteristic fascination, struck by the thought that he wanted to put his mouth on it.
It was going to be a long day.
+1
It had most definitely been a long day.
Their lips met the moment the elevator doors closed behind them. Scarcely a glance had been spared to make sure they were indeed alone before they had leaned in at the same time, an invisible yet irresistible force pulling them together like gravity.
In an instant, Adachi found himself pressed against the wall, one of Kurosawa’s hands in his hair, the other gripping his hip as he furiously kissed him. Not to be outdone, Adachi slipped his tongue between Kurosawa’s lips, fingers tangling in the fabric of his coat as he pulled him closer. The hand on his hip started drifting lower and Adachi hooked one leg around Kurosawa’s waist. He ground up once, twice, Kurosawa’s moans echoing inside his mouth - or maybe it was his own moans, he couldn’t tell and didn’t particularly care anyway. They lost themselves against each other, distantly aware that they only had little time before reaching the lobby and that anyone might walk in at any moment.
Fortunately they made it down without interruption, jumping away from each other just as the doors opened. Adachi cleared his throat and brushed his jacket quickly, wondering how on Earth did Kurosawa manage to look only slightly ruffled. He briefly regretted the absence of a mirror in the elevator, but then decided it was probably better, as he might not be able to handle seeing his reflection right now. The lobby was almost empty anyway, and it was dark out, so…
“Shall we head home?” Kurosawa’s voice stopped his train of thought. His boyfriend was looking at him with dark eyes filled with promise that sent a shiver running up and down his spine.
“Yes,” Adachi exhaled shakily. He stepped out of the elevator and fell into step next to his boyfriend, bumping their arms together as they walked.