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Kusakabe wakes up to a warm sensation enveloping his arm. It feels strange, waking up with someone beside him after being alone for so long—strange, but not unpleasant. Most days, he wakes up exhausted and lies in bed for half an hour, contemplating the busy day ahead. But he has things to do, missions to complete. If not for paying the bills and feeding himself, then for his sister's sake. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on his shoulders, driving him to work every day. The warmth of the person lying next to him somehow fills the emptiness in his chest.
Higuruma—no, now that their relationship has progressed to the next stage, perhaps he should start addressing him differently. Who would have thought he would find a partner at this age, after so many years with no interest in relationships? Hiromi. Hiromi. Yeah, he loves how that name sounds in his mind, and he might enjoy saying it out loud later when the other person is awake. Hiromi sleeps so soundly, his chest rising and falling, accompanied by a soft snore that sounds like a cat purring.
Kusakabe feels an urge to kiss Hiromi's lips, but he holds back. His boyfriend deserves a restful sleep on this peaceful morning. Hiromi has been working so hard that the bags under his eyes have darkened. Kusakabe looks away. Otherwise, his resolve might falter at any moment, and they would end up continuing their “activities” from last night.
His eyes traveled from the lawyer’s slightly parted lips down to his slender neck. Despite his efforts to restrain himself and be cautious, the other man’s neck was still dotted with hickeys. It would be a pain for both of them to cover them up. But Hiromi’s shoulders and collarbone looked even worse, covered in love bites so densely that it was hard to find a patch of unmarked skin. With a tingling sensation on his back, Kusakabe was almost certain he wasn’t any better off. His back was likely covered in scratches from fingernails. Note to self: even a man fingernail could still cause damage if enough strength is used.
Kusakabe swears to God that he doesn’t have violent tendencies. It’s just… he was so excited last night. They had danced around their fluttering feelings for so long that once everything came to clarity, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. And Hiromi… he definitely is into a “rougher” treatment.
“I’m not that fragile,” he said.
“Can we go rougher?” he asked.
And who was Kusakabe to deny his new boyfriend's request?
Kusakabe shakes his head, clearing his mind and avoiding waking up his lower part. He gently tries to remove his arms from his boyfriend's embrace and chuckles fondly as Hiromi unconsciously chases after his warmth. For a fleeting moment, he wishes he could go back to sleep and continue spooning his boyfriend. But he knows Hiromi will be hungry after last night. And since today is the first day of Kusakabe trying to be a good boyfriend, he can’t let that happen, right?
He lowers his head and kisses Hiromi's temple, his nose buried in the lawyer's hair, inhaling a mix of shampoo and his personal scent. After making sure his boyfriend is still asleep, he gets out of bed and makes his way to the kitchen.
It’s only the first day, but he already feels like he’s becoming addicted to this kind of morning.