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The sun had just begun to set in the Nanami household that evening, painting the wallpapered walls with a warm orange glow as the light seeped through the open curtain—they would have to close it very soon. Satoru relished in it while he could; he glanced at the framed pictures of him and his husband lined on the opposite wall from the couch where he had been lounging on all through the afternoon, the clear polished glass seemed to glisten under the light. He then threw his head back against the backrest and lifted his right hand just enough to make the golden band on his ring finger catch at the light as well.
How pretty.
He tilted his head to the side after, catching sight of his husband relaxing into the abundance of pillows that surrounded him, a book in hand. The ray of sunlight fell just right against his complexion, his golden locks shone just as gorgeously as the ring Satoru just toyed with. The thin rim of his reading glasses sat high on the bridge of his nose, making him look considerably younger.
How pretty.
It was well early into the year, and Kento was still enjoying the remnants of his holiday break-slash-leave so the couple opted to spend their day lazing around after a morning of house chores and very rewarding lunch that followed. Kento had quickly grabbed one of his now-readings and settled comfortably on the couch, while Satoru turned the TV on to continue binge watching whatever show he’s currently obsessed over. But only a few episodes in, Satoru’s beginning to feel bored and thus started to fidget with anything he could reach; his husband being the next target.
“Hey, Kento.”
The owner of the name glared from where he was laying amongst the fluffy throw pillows on the couch, he then lowered the crime novel heʼs been reading for the past hours to glare at his snow-haired husband. “What did you say?”
“Uhm. Kento?”
“Since when am I 'Kento'?” The blond is positively frowning now.
Satoru chewed on the inside of his cheek to stop the smile that threatened to bloom on his face. “That’s literally your name?” He tilted his head a bit, projecting coy innocence much to Kento’s bemusement.
“Are you mad at me or something?” The blond raised a perfect brow and huffed.
Satoru then bit his lower lip in a (failed) attempt to suppress the grin that would give his poorly executed act out. He shook his head and made his way over to crowd Kentoʼs space. “Sorry, baby. I knew itʼd get you to respond immediately, though,” he chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the blondʼs cheek all the while slotting his long limbs in the cramped space between his husband and the back of the couch. What a brat.
Kento sighed, then put his bookmark neatly in place and secured the novel away. He quickly figured his time is up and it is now 'babe time', as Satoru liked to address it. He managed to get more than a couple hours before Satoruʼs demands, though. It could be considered a new record for them and Kento was not going to complain. Not when the taller male has apparently made home by his side on the couch, warm body pressed against his oh so snuggly.
Kento wrapped his arms around Satoruʼs slim waist and the taller took it as his cue to finally cuddle closer—not that he needed or wanted to wait for permission to do so, anyway.
“I missed you,” Satoru said as he made himself comfortable against the crook of Kento’s arms and torso, immediately hugging back.
“You were literally sitting on the couch across from me the whole time,” Kento chuckled softly, couldn’t help the tenderness in his tone when faced against his husband’s clingy nature.
“Yeah but you were so absorbed in your book. It’s always like you got sucked into another universe or something.”
“Isn’t that the whole point of reading fiction?” Kento mused, humming as his fingers found their way to Satoru’s hair and started combing slowly.
“To escape from reality?”
“Mm. To imagine.” He nodded and opted to cradle Satoru’s cheeks so the latter stared up at him.
Satoru did not respond immediately to that, he traced a finger across Kento’s chest, circling random patterns over his pyjama shirt. “Would you change your reality if you’re given the chance to?” He tentatively asked, propping his chin on his husband’s shoulder, breath fanning the latter’s sharp jawline.
“I won’t, if there’s no you on the other end of it.” Kento answered without missing a beat, staring into Satoru’s jeweled sapphire eyes.
The taller male sighed dreamily and nuzzled his face against Kento’s calloused palms still resting on his cheeks. “You’re such a sap.”
Kento said nothing more and moved his fingers to tilt Satoru’s face closer and pulled him into a soft kiss, lips moving in sync and falling into a rhythm they’ve grown familiar with over the years. Satoru hummed into the kiss, moving slightly to straddle Kento’s muscular thighs before pulling back to rest his forehead against the blond’s.
Sky blue meets seafoam green, and the line of reality seemed to blur.
Will you be there, if we were to do this all over again?
“Hey, Kento,” Satoru started again. Deciding that he’ll be a little shit and a pain on his husband’s side tonight.
“I told you to stop, Satoru.”
Satoru yelped at the name, chuckling as he went back to nuzzle Kento’s neck. “Yikes. You’re right, it does feel weird. Go back to the usual ‘baby’, please,” he whined softly.
“Hm, you do like it when I use it on the bed, though?” Two can play this game, baby.
“Stop turning my words against me!”
Kento smirked, booping Satoru’s nose before poking his side to tickle him slightly. “You started it first,” he stuck his tongue out playfully and Satoru giggled. He loved it when Kento went along with his moods.
“Wow, taking petty revenge now, huh? Is this the real Nanami Kento?” He grinned then, poking Kento’s sides as he stayed on the blond’s lap.
“You signed up for this, Nanami Satoru.” Kento effectively cut whatever form of protest that Satoru was about to spat out with another set of long kisses—not that Satoru would have it any other way.
Satoru moved so he properly straddled his husband, hands resting over Kento’s chest as he tilted his head a bit to deepen the kiss; readily parting his lips as Kento’s tongue asked for an entrance with a practiced swipe, soft and delicate against his lower lip. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as Kento moved his hands from his neck to his shoulders, his chest, his waist, before resting on his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. He then felt Kento’s tongue playfully slide against his, immediately followed by a contented hum by the blond. Satoru indulged his husband—always, by letting him set the pace and take the lead. He enjoyed good make out sessions and Kento always managed to render him breathless, effortlessly so, at that.
Satoru pulled back a bit after what seemed like too long and his breath came in short pants. He stared at Kento underneath him, all rosy cheeks and warm smiles.
“Babe time.”
Will you find me, if we were to be separated?
“Hey, Kento.”
“Yes, Satoru?”
Satoru pursed his lips, considering something as he stared at Kento. “Mm. I like how my name sounds on the tip of your tongue.” he finally mumbled against Kento’s shirt, head laid lazily on his chest as he plucked stray threads from the fabric.
Kento raised a brow and looked down at his husband, nudging him a bit. “And you’re calling me a sap?” He asked, tone playful.
“Oh shut up! I’m trying to woo you.” Satoru chuckled, planting a soft kiss on the underside of Kento’s stubbled jaw. He then brought his fingers to trace the same spot before commenting, “You need to shave, though. Unless you finally agree to let your beard grow and become an ultimate DILF?” Satoru giggled. He has been throwing similar comments on Kento’s indifference towards his appearance during this winter break. His usual routine of styling his hair and shaving any trace of stuble every morning was a bit neglected, leaving the blond looking oddly domestic (not a bad odd! Satoru definitely preferred this look.) and less of his professional, uptight demeanor during business hours.
“So much for wooing,” Kento rolled his eyes and huffed, blowing strands of his golden bangs off his forehead before Satoru reached for those, too, and messed it up some more. He can’t seem to take his hands off Kento tonight—or any other nights for that matter.
Will you catch me, if I were to fall again?
“Hey, Kento.”
“Yes, Satoru?” Kento answered easily, quickly catching that his husband would not stop anytime soon with this peculiar way of calling. Not tonight.
“Would you indulge me this one time?” Satoru asked again, this time shifting his body until he is propped properly on one elbow. His blue eyes stared into Kento’s dark ones.
Kento gave him a sidelong glance in lieu of answering immediately, before laying back comfortably on his back, eyes closed. As if Satoru needed to say anything for Kento to ‘indulge’ him, as the older slyly phrased it. He knew Kento would never say no to him. Not even when he’s grumbling about how silly Satoru’s little whims are. “You say this everytime,” There you go. Gotcha!
“Please?” Satoru added with a jut of his lower lip, just for good measure.
Kento rolled his eyes as he opened them again and patted Satoru’s cheek. “What is it?”
“Play a Pocky game with me!”
“A what game now?”
Satoru whined a bit as he sat up properly, still cramped by Kento’s side on the couch. “Pocky! You know those chocolate snacks that I like...” he trailed off with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he studied Kento’s impassive face, and Kento seemed to recall what exactly his husband just implied. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh please, baby!”
“I’m ‘baby’ now, hm?” Kento quirked his brow and smirked, attempting to pull Satoru to lay back down but the overgrown manchild insisted and grabbed his arm instead, kissing on his knuckles and, to Kento’s dread, used his trump card.
Satoru’s expression twisted into his best puppy face then. And God, dear Gods, Kento is so so weak. So he sighed and cursed his goddamn heart, it's been years and you still fall for the same trick— “Fine.”
“Yay!” Satoru whooped, beaming so brightly at Kento that for a moment the latter thought the sun had changed its mind and stopped its descent towards the west.
And oh, oh . Isn’t the glee on his face upon him agreeing so worth the little sacrifice every time? Isn’t the little happy noises and a kiss he got on his cheek and tip of his pointy nose so worth the simple nod every time? Isn’t the bright smile Satoru gave him as he got back from the kitchen after shutting the blinds and curtains, yet still carrying the sun with him as he brandished the said snack so worth his very life?
Satoru has his husband in the palm of his hands and all he ever asked was to play silly little games with him.
You are the answer to all my questions and doubts; every clue in my riddles; and every hushed prayer in between.
“Hey, Kento?” Satoru asked tentatively as he ripped the box open, taking the foil wrapper inside carefully before opening that, too. He stopped just before taking a stick out and stared at Kento.
“Yes, Satoru?”
The white haired male fiddled with the edge of the packaging, seemingly lost in thought for a few seconds. As Kento was about to ask what’s up, he asked again; “If there’s an alternate universe, do you think we’d find each other again?”
Well, now that’s surprising and unusually serious, coming from Satoru. Sometimes even Kento could not understand his husband’s train of thoughts. But this question is easy enough for him to answer without any hesitation : “Yes, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
The straightforward and immediate answer from his husband seemed to throw Satoru off balance for a split second before he smiled at full force and finally pulled out a stick of the chocolate snack. “How are you so sure?”
“Because you’re the beginning of every tale, and the end of every story. I’d rather break the fourth wall and stray if there isn’t you on the other end of that very long tunnel.”
And Satoru would be damned if he didn’t fall for his husband all over again. He moved his hand holding the snack away for a bit before leaning to kiss Kento square on the lips once more, completely ignoring the essence of the game in the first place and started another set of soft kisses. Kento smiled thinly against Satoru’s lips and his heart leaped with joy. This man is mine!
“I love you.”
“And I, you.”
Will there still be ‘us’, if the reality we were born into isn’t as forgiving as this one?
“Hey, Kento,” Satoru mumbled as he nuzzled his nose against Kento’s before pulling back, raking his eyes over Kento’s handsome face. Mine!
“Yes, Satoru?” Kento answered again, like he’s done repeatedly over the course of the evening, with more softness in his tone each time.
Satoru smiled and sat up upon hearing that, pulling Kento with him. “Nothing. Let’s play! I can’t believe we’ve been married for this long and I’ve never thought of trying this with you,” he grinned.
Satoru puts the chocolate-coated part of the stick on the tip of his lips, biting it slightly to keep it straight and motioned Kento to bite the other end, which the latter did so almost hesitantly but firmly. Satoru grinned and hooped his arms around Kento’s shoulders before tilting his head a bit and took his first bite to move forward.
As Satoru inched closer slowly, he could see his own reflection on Kento’s lidded eyes and let his mind wander—chocolate stick in his mouth almost forgotten.
Was his eyes always this warm?
“Ah!”
Kento had broken off the Pocky stick with a quick bite then chewed the rest; and before Satoru could protest further, he reached forward to pinch his cheek. “You’re thinking again,” the blond stated matter of factly. “You’re acting weird today. What’s up?”
Of course, leave it to Kento to notice any change in Satoru’s demeanor, no matter how small and seemingly unnoticeable it is.
Satoru blinked dumbly and leaned to his husband’s touch, a bit breathless as he muttered; “Your eyes are mesmerizing.”
Kento arched his brow again and stared at Satoru silly for a couple of heartbeats then shook his head. “Did you really just say that, with eyes like those?” Kento smiled easily and Satoru fell for his husband all over again.
“Mm. Like what?”
The blond regarded his husband, staring deep into his piercing blue eyes before leaning to peck his pouty lips. Now this, this is not a question Kento could answer as easily. There is no definite answer to this particular question. It’s like being asked what’s the biggest number he knows, or if aliens really exist, or if the polaroid he first took of Satoru is still there in his old office—
Kento does not know exactly, but still, he could give a vague answer.
So the blond took his time, bringing his hands up to caress Satoru’s arms still slung across his shoulders, to his neck, his cheeks. Kento’s thumbs start caressing the crease under Satoru’s eyes, the bridge of his nose, his brows.
“Your eyes. They’re like the way the authors of my fantasy novels described siren’s scales—they lure sailors in with their beauty, don’t you know?” Kento brushed the pad of his thumb gently against Satoru’s soft skin, admiring the way it felt against his.
“They’re like the cloudless sky in the summer. Like the way the sunlight shimmers against the ocean waves. They’re like the bluest of sapphire. Your eyes…” Kento blinked, breaking the pull of Satoru’s gaze, and he wondered if Satoru found the same thing in his. If he, too, has the same power over Satoru that the other man went as far as losing grip on his own train of thoughts over Kento’s simple olive-green.
“Your eyes,” Kento cleared his throat, feeling a bit sheepish for trailing off but Gods, if he isn’t really smitten over his husband. “They’re beautiful. I could get lost in them.”
“I love you.”
“And I, you.”
If we are to die and be born again; Will you still claim me as your one and only? As your safehouse, as your guiding light? Will you let me stay?
“Hey, Kento.”
“Yes, Satoru?” Kento brushed a stray fringe from Satoru’s forehead. “Is it game over?” He asked after a beat of silence, Satoru currently chewing what was left in his mouth.
“Of course not!” Satoru protested because, of course . He then pulled Kento back to resume their previous position, knees touching as they faced each other. “We’re going to start over and do it right this time! No sappy conversation to interrupt!”
“But you started—”
“Shhh. Kento, baby, sweetheart, my moon and stars. Nu uh. We’re doing it!” Satoru shushed his husband with a pointer finger against his lips, which was unnecessary after all the hypocrisy, really. “I’m determined to do it right!”
Kento didn’t comment but the roll of his eyes and the fond shake of his head had said it out loud for him anyway.
Satoru then pulled another stick from the package and put the chocolate end in his mouth (again, of course) before motioning Kento to bite the other end and the latter complied easily.
The white haired man tilted his head a bit then gritted a sing-songed “Mm- gnna start~” followed by the actual action, and Kento waited on the other side—eyes never leaving Satoru’s lips as they inches closer and closer. His fingers curled involuntarily as he willed himself to stay still. Better get this over with quickly so he can swoop Satoru up and bring him to bed to cuddle and steal more kisses; Hopefully ones that does not require a stupid game to earn.
Kento looked up then, opting to stare at Satoru’s snow white lashes fanning against his rosy cheeks instead of those pillow lips that Kento would very gladly lick and bite right about now—
It was a close call, but almost is never enough. As they finally arrived at the last centimeters of the chocolate snack, Satoru just had to look up, startling Kento out of his train of thoughts. And before neither of them could contain it, they bursted into a fit of giggles, putting an unsuccessful ending to their round once again.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just can’t help it!” The white haired male exclaimed in between giggles. “You look so cute up close!”
“...Okay? You saw me up close literally every single day?”
“Oh, dear Kento! You don’t understand!” He giggled once more, already taking out the next poor stick for another attempt that Kento guessed will end similarly with the previous ones.
“You’re right. I don’t. Can we finish this stupid game, please? I would like to lay down on the bed right about now.”
“But we haven’t succeeded any rounds…” Dammit Satoru and his trump card of puppy-eyes. And Gods if Kento isn’t still so so weak when faced against it.
“...Fine. But I’m doing it this time. Close your eyes.”
Satoru lets out a pleased hum and complied without any further fuss. He bit on his end of the snack and closed his eyes once again, letting Kento be in charge this time.
Honestly, the said man still didn’t know the essence of this silly little game. What’s the point of biting this goddamn snack slowly while making eye contact? Or not? Well, eating a stick-like snack just to kiss in the end? Why not just kiss? Why not just, well, eat the snack? Kento knew, however, that this kind of game came up a lot in those TV variety shows that Satoru liked to watch so much. He assumed it was to build up tension and nerves between the players, but he and Satoru are already married for years and have been doing things further than ‘building tension’ far longer than that.
In the end, Kento finally concluded that this game is pointless after all.
Will you recognize me, if we happen to meet again in another reality? Will our souls recognize each other?
Nanami Kento is not often an impatient man. The testimonies of his subordinates and workmates could be the testament of that. But everything that is supposed to be in order in Kento’s life seemed to be irrelevant when faced against his husband. Satoru is, if it is even possible, both an unstoppable force and immovable object.
And not for the first time, Kento would like to kiss him senseless now please and thank you very much.
“Babe, stop—” Satoru whined as Kento kept surging forward even after taking the stick for himself and eating it. Pocky game be damned. He doesn't care if the round was counted as successful or not, their lips brushed and Kento is not going to stop.
“Fuck the stupid game. I’ll kiss you however I want to.”
“Why are you suddenly so pushy?” Satoru chuckled in between smooches. The kiss they shared is messy and uncomfortable, but both of them wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s a rare occurrence for Kento to initiate things and be the eager one afterall. “Baby, let me—” Satoru’s plea fell on deaf ears as Kento claimed his lips once more, nibbling hungrily.
The white haired male didn’t get any response before he was hauled to his feet by his husband’s strong arms that immediately carried him to the bedroom.
If we are to be separated in our next lives; Will our paths cross and overlap? Will our stories end with each other again?
Satoru’s laugh rang through their otherwise quiet apartment as Kento begrudgingly put him down on the fluffy mattress of their bed, the man himself immediately following suit. The quiet hum and occasional hiss of their air purifier could be heard as they exchanged smooches, little nibbles, and tiny bites. Tongue exploring each other’s caverns and teeth clashing from time to time.
“You’re so cute when you get needy like this,” Satoru grinned as he nuzzled his nose against Kento’s neck as the latter started peppering kisses all over Satoru’s jaw and cheeks. His arms never once left the orbit of Satoru’s waist, and his embrace had gotten impossibly tighter, even. “Mm. Kento, slow down, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He managed to say just before Kento dove right back in, capturing his lips in a series of searing kisses.
The blond pulled back slightly then, just enough to grit out an “I won.” —Kento said with a grumble and Satoru’s heart melted. This man will be the death of him for sure. Not that he won’t like that. Oh he’d like that very much, alright.
“Yeah, yeah. But you’re killing me.” Satoru mumbled teasingly against Kento’s lips as he brought a hand to smooth the blond locks he has grown so fond of, before ultimately messing it up—using them as a leverage to bring Kento’s face closer to kiss him back with equal eagerness.
“Good. Die for me, ‘Toru.” Kento smirked as he pulled back after a while, knowing the old nickname would stir something inside Satoru. He adjusted their position so Satoru is nestled comfortably in his embrace and cupped his perfect jaws, nuzzling their nose together then closed his eyes to settle for a slower pace this time.
Satoru’s breath hitched a little at the nickname his husband had used. Revenge was due and Kento enjoyed taking his sweet time to deliver the blow, so it seems. “Yeah. Yeah. I should do that,” Satoru huffed and tilted his head a bit to bite Kento’s lower lip, declaring a challenge through his body language alone.
“Now kiss me the same way you’d worship me, Ken.”
Yes, we will always be on the other end of each other’s stories.
“I love you.”
“And I, you.”