“Morning,” the low rumble greeted Lucio from the doorway as Hanzo made a beeline for the tea kettle.
“Mornin,” Lucio hummed, chancing a glance up and accidentally choked on his coffee, some of his winding up in his nose.
Hanzo pat the younger man on his back, brows creased slightly with worry. “Are you alright?”
“Hanzo,” Lucio cleared his throat, coughing a little. “You’re…You…”
“I’m,” Hanzo drew out, tilting his head in confusion.
“You– what are you wearing?”
Hanzo down at the white tank he chose to cover himself with that morning, blinking and shaking his head at his lover before returning to his previous task.
“Do you not remember getting this for me for my birthday?”
He could hear Lucio turning around in his seat to look at him, practically feeling the skepticism and disbelief before hearing it in the next statement.
“But that was three months ago!”
“Well, honey ,” he fairly mocked light-heartedly, “it belongs to me now and I’m quite certain that I possess the ability to choose when I wear it, no?”
He set the kettle onto the stove and turned the dial for the heater below it before turning around and leaning against the counter and appraising the clearly flummoxed man. He found it hard to suppress the smirk that coiled around his lips. It was always a joy to be able to render the usually talkative man into a speechless ball of surprise.
He watched as Lucio worked his jaw and seemed to snap out of it, looking the other up and down, noting that Hanzo opted to slip into Lucio's favorite sleep sweats.
There was a quiet moment where he rose out of his seat, almost stalking toward Hanzo with a wild look in his eye, to slide a finger behind the waistband of the sweats and moving in for his morning kiss when the slam of the front door caught him off guard, Lucio jerked back and blinked owlishly at his lover.
“Bring your ass, Lucio,” Genji’s voice filtered into the kitchen. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t stop molesting my brother.”
The intruder-with-a-key slunk into the kitchen and snagged the toast off Lucio's plate and raided the fridge, downing some of the half gallon of milk straight from the bottle.
He shoved the bottle back into the fridge and swallowed the last of the toast, whipping back out of the kitchen, grabbing Lucio's wrist on his way, but not before Hanzo lobbed Lucio a sultry smirk as the latter was dragged to work.
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