#miyacest #nsfw
they take a weekend off to move into a new apt, getting almost everything done on saturday so they can sleep in sunday and finish the bulk of unpacking.
of course they christen their new bedroom that night, despite all the physical labor of moving furniture
they take a weekend off to move into a new apt, getting almost everything done on saturday so they can sleep in sunday and finish the bulk of unpacking.
of course they christen their new bedroom that night, despite all the physical labor of moving furniture
and a truck load of boxes earlier that day, because come on. they're not going to go a single night without sharing physical connection and pleasure.
but the first night in a new place is almost like a wedding night, and in a way, the closest they can get to the real thing.
but the first night in a new place is almost like a wedding night, and in a way, the closest they can get to the real thing.
the anticipation builds, as the sun sets and the apartment starts to look less like a war zone and more like a home. eating chinese takeout right from the containers, sitting on the floor in the middle of all the boxes and making lame jokes and play-kicking each other's shins,
tossing shrimp at each other - samu catches all but one in his mouth, tsumu catches two thirds in his mouth, the rest in his hand which he lobs right back at samu until they can't eat anymore...
the affectionate grins turn tender, joy swelling inside their chests.
the affectionate grins turn tender, joy swelling inside their chests.
they put the last of the big things away and the clothes in the closet, osamu's side with business wear for meetings and polos and uniform shirts for the restaurant, a million black work slacks opposite atsumu's colorful athleisure wear and team jerseys, one suit and one tuxedo
for the V.League formal events (or friend's weddings).
last, a pair of matching bathrobes, luxe burgundy.
they make the bed and shower separately to reunite in their robes, mirror images reaching for each other. an embrace. a hushed kiss on the jaw. fingers through
last, a pair of matching bathrobes, luxe burgundy.
they make the bed and shower separately to reunite in their robes, mirror images reaching for each other. an embrace. a hushed kiss on the jaw. fingers through
damp, tousled hair, a brush of lips, then another, and another more intense, a swipe of tongue and a tug on the robe's velveteen belt. the knot slips through, fabric parting over warm skin, fingertips gliding, searching, finding -
slow, slow, slow like bringing water to a boil.
slow, slow, slow like bringing water to a boil.
every touch, kiss, moan, and cry a solemn pledge, sealed with quiet tears.
the two of them inseparable, now and forever.
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the two of them inseparable, now and forever.
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