ONLY HE WOULD DELIGHT in the suffering of a workaholic she-devil . well deserved it was , for scolding four days prior to his deadline . as though he were incompetent , in sadistic truth , usami had gone above & beyond by means of finishing his latest volume . it collected dust , awaiting until he was good & ready to sign off the final product . a misdeed undisclosed , dwelling amidst the cesspool of his mind as ivory lips curled in another’s wake ; reveling the fingertips which graced his tresses only to abandon albeit too swiftly . ❛ DON’T WORRY , I INTEND TO SEND HER A DIGITAL COPY OF MY MANUSCRIPT FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING . ❞ once every rare occasion , his word alone could be cradled to one’s heart in fondness that it would be followed through , as the novelist saw fit to always place his PERSONAL obligations overhead for later regard .
such predatory movement carries him to stand , gathering wits , & treading behind the other with silence many would deem unnerving . eloquent appendages shall enact to encircle his waist , chin resting idly upon the slope of a broad shoulder . his ministrations were ne’re contemplated prior to their inevitable upbringing , & that deemed him impulsive to most . how absurd it would be to proclaim his want for masamune as opposed to something edible , he would be chastised for being an embarrassing shoujo knockoff . still , his embrace relented to cease , becoming far more taut whilst words expelled in a florid brush against the man’s ear . ❛ YOU SEEM THE TYPE TO HAVE WATER-BASED RAMEN AT YOUR DISPOSAL , THEY WOULD SUFFICE . ❞ this was no educated guess , having already rifled through his kitchen only to happen across an entire drawer of the dried provisions .
Good then. As long as he was getting his work done, it was no business of Masamune’s how or when it was finished. He continued rifling through his stuff, folders with manuscripts for correcting, things to be put away, and so on. He didn’t even flinch when he felt the other body press against his own from behind, so use to the closeness and affection. He welcomed it actually, haven’t craved such intimacy for far too long in his life.
❝ Yes, that’s true. Although, I’m not opposed to cooking. After all, it’s not every day a famed novelist breaks into my home. ❞
He shifted against the counter, shrugging the other off so he could turn around within his arms as to face Usami now. Hands reaching up to cup his face as he smiled warmly up towards the other. Masamune will forever be disgruntled that he was exactly 2 & ½ inches shorter than the older gentleman.
❝ You look tired. Are you sleeping properly ? What about eating ? ❞
As if Masamune would ever be one to talk, he rarely slept a full night, and his diet was humorous at best. It was a wonder he was still alive.
❝ And I mean sleeping in a bed. Not on top of that toy collection you keep. ❞
Although the teddy bears were cute, Masamune would never quite trust their soulless glass eyes.
❝ Ah, actually. ❞ he mumbled, remembering something. He shifted again, turning back towards one of the bags he had brought in, pulling out a stuffed rabbit.
❝ We’re selling a limited number of these for a promotion this month. I wasn’t sure if it would fit your liking, but I took one just incase. . . ❞
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