#Tojiita #甚虎
CW: Breastfeeding, Codependency
A/N: Tojiita just hits different–even if they canonically have never met before. No one can stop me.
CW: Breastfeeding, Codependency
A/N: Tojiita just hits different–even if they canonically have never met before. No one can stop me.
Toji’s body rests heavily against his.
The older man who always looks so unflappable and cool, so easy-going that one would have never noticed how much he held back.
The older man who always looks so unflappable and cool, so easy-going that one would have never noticed how much he held back.
Toji, a man who looks straight out of a model magazine.
Toji, the man that easily got women to open their doors up to him.
Toji, whose face is half-buried on his shoulder blade that’s steadily becoming damp.
Toji, the man that easily got women to open their doors up to him.
Toji, whose face is half-buried on his shoulder blade that’s steadily becoming damp.
It makes Yuuji feel warm all over.
Knowing that Toji needs him like this.
Knowing that Toji is allowing him to be this close, with their chests pressed together so that he can compare the rhythm of his breathing and match to the older man’s.
Knowing that Toji needs him like this.
Knowing that Toji is allowing him to be this close, with their chests pressed together so that he can compare the rhythm of his breathing and match to the older man’s.
It feels good to be needed like this; to be someone whose presence is absolutely necessary.
“Toji-san?” Yuuji murmurs softly.
The black-haired man doesn’t reply, only snuggles closer as if he’s trying to mold them together (a thought that should scare Yuuji but it doesn’t).
“Toji-san?” Yuuji murmurs softly.
The black-haired man doesn’t reply, only snuggles closer as if he’s trying to mold them together (a thought that should scare Yuuji but it doesn’t).
“Let’s go sit,” Yuuji whispers, running his hand through Toji’s hair
The older man, who usually has words for everything, simply nods; but he doesn’t dare detach himself from Yuuji so it’s a hassle trying to move from the entrance towards the living room but somehow they make do
The older man, who usually has words for everything, simply nods; but he doesn’t dare detach himself from Yuuji so it’s a hassle trying to move from the entrance towards the living room but somehow they make do
Yuuji leads Toji to the couch, the older man taking a seat first before he’s tugging Yuuji onto his lap and burying himself into Yuuji’s chest.
Toji rubs his face against Yuuji’s chest furiously.
Toji rubs his face against Yuuji’s chest furiously.
Yuuji lets him do it for a while before he’s tugging his shirt up to bare himself to the older man and Toji, almost like he’s running on instincts, latches onto Yuuji’s nipple and starts to suckle on them.
“There, there,” Yuuji softly says.
“There, there,” Yuuji softly says.
The pink-haired boy's thumb gently strokes at Toji’s cheeks, smiling as he watches the older man suck on his nipple.
Yeah, he didn’t mind it one bit.
Yuuji love the idea of being needed like this.
Toji needs him.
And Yuuji’s going to always be there for him.
Yeah, he didn’t mind it one bit.
Yuuji love the idea of being needed like this.
Toji needs him.
And Yuuji’s going to always be there for him.
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