F-93 Harpy Made in Finland ⚢ || Writer || Ao3
Band of Brothers & HBO War, assorted selection of other war and period media.
Women's history, general history enthusiasm and emotional turmoil.
We rly need to bring back the term “acquaintance” like into regular and frequent use. So many high drama community squabbles and feelings of betrayal could be avoided if people just admitted there’s a step between “stranger” and a full on friend whose friendship you have a commitment to continuing and fostering. Like sometimes you’re just aquatinted with someone and you might decide you don’t like them after getting to know them a bit better…that’s very normal
Puolituttu: Someone you know from somewhere, like school or work or through a mutual friend but don’t spend time with and only talk with them when you have to. Notice, they’re not the same as hyvänpäiväntuttu. You WANT to greet hyvänpäiväntuttu, you don’t want to greet puolituttu. In fact, you avoid puolituttu.
Pairing: Koito Otonoshin/Tsukishima Hajime
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5k
Summary: It's difficult to say which one of them is having a harder night: Koito for encountering bad sex for the first time in his life, or Tsukishima for having to talk about it.
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It was starting to get chilly, but Tsukishima still wouldn’t pull his clothes back on. A mood dwelled in the room, theirs only for the night, like water in a well, its depth just as unknowable and beyond reach. Tsukishima took another sip of water from his canteen and glanced next to him at Koito’s back that was turned to him.
”How much longer are you planning to sulk?” Tsukishima asked and got a prissy scoff as a reply.
He sighed, took another gulp of water, then screwed the canteen lid on and set it aside next to the futon. He sat naked with his legs crossed, stared down at Koito’s sulking back and wondered what he should do or say. His situation was made harder by the fact that when in a mood like this, any and all attempts at consolation were incorrect and bound to just make Koito even more mad, and silence wasn’t an option either.
The embers of arousal had been trampled down enough that Tsukishima would have been perfectly fine to just give up, get up, get dressed and leave the teahouse for his own bunk, but that would only earn him a deeply insulted, furious Koito in the morning instead of this miffed one tonight. Besides, it wasn’t the stilted desire but his own guilt he couldn’t simply brush aside.
”It was the first try. Of course it wouldn’t go smoothly, that’s just natural. There’s no need to feel so depressed over some bad sex,” Tsukishima said to the back of his partner’s head.
Koito bristled and curled up even more. His face was buried in the pillow so it was hard to make out words when he mumbled something irritated into it, and Tsukishima had a feeling he was meant to mishear and thus be forced to ask, giving Koito an excuse to snap by being annoying, which he resigned himself to.
”Excuse me, I didn’t hear that,” he sighed routinely, and just as he had guessed, Koito whipped his head around to glare at him.
”I said, that makes it worse!” he declared curtly and went right back to sulking.
Tsukishima guessed they really were done for the night, and since he had been kicked out from under the covers and the warmth of his lover, he reached for his yukata to at least keep a bit warm.
”You’re disappointed,” he ventured a guess. A good thing about Koito having so many emotions at once was that it made untangling them easier, since whatever guess Tsukishima started with was usually at least a part of what was wrong.
”Isn’t that obvious?!” Koito snapped with a remarkable amount of venom for someone who was also refusing to look him in the eye.
”It is,” Tsukishima agreed while putting his arms into the sleeves and pulling the collars over his shoulders. He wrapped the garment loosely around himself without bothering with the obi, but even that was still improvement on his previous state of complete nudity. Next to him Koito was still completely indecent but he had hogged the covers to dramatically veil himself to sulk, so he didn’t appear so.
Thinking about that didn’t help with the situation, so Tsukishima focused his eyes on Koito’s nape and tried to think. ”But you’re also… Sad,” he said, trying his luck.
Which proved to be the right move, as Koito’s mute bristling turned into a deep sigh, his tense shoulders slumping. He sulked for a moment longer before giving up, shuffling onto his front and burying his face into the pillow, still refusing to look at Tsukishima.
”I am,” he admitted mournfully into the pillow, his legs giving a few frustrated kicks. ”It was the first time! It was supposed to be special and perfect!”
”Hm,” said Tsukishima, who didn’t agree with any part of the notion, yet the guilt intensified.
”I wanted to like it,” Koito whined, forlorn, ”so much.” He peeked at Tsukishima, one eye focusing on him with his brow in a hurt scowl.
Latent desire seemed to curdle in Tsukishima’s gut and he had to turn away despite how much he had wanted Koito to look at him just a moment ago. He glared down at his own lap and said nothing. No matter how frustrated he felt, he also knew he deserved this tantrum – after all, the failure of the night was his fault. His, because of his stupidly oversized cock that was incapable of pleasing his partner. No matter how careful and slow he had tried to be, the pinched expression just hadn’t gone away from Koito, and for the first time since becoming lovers, Tsukishima hadn’t succeeded in coaxing a single sigh or moan out of the younger, just a series of tense ’ow ow ow’s and finally slaps on his bicep to make him pull out.
On top of that, their small private room was intruded upon by muffled noises from all around them. They had this discreet little chamber for the night, away from prying eyes and tended to by staff that knew how to avert their eyes and hold their tongues. Usually, the noises of the teahouse, the pure clinking of porcelain cups and music carrying over from the hall below slightly muffled, were a comfortable backdrop, but tonight the house was just as discordious as their attempt at a tryst.
The couple in the next room was having a more successful night than the two of them. Usually the noises would have been easy to ignore, but unfortunately their lackluster night had coincided with this another, exceptionally vigorous couple’s, and Tsukishima’s frustrated thoughts were punctuated by a rhythic pounding from behind the wall that showed no signs of either speeding up or halting.
It had been going on for some time already, and really, at this point Tsukishima wondered if that was even healthy. Either the young man was having some trouble, or the lady was determined to ride him through the floorboards.
Despite having just drunk, Tsukishima felt thirsty. But instead of picking up his canteen again, he forced himself to focus on Koito, returning his challenging pout with a serious look that he hoped looked attentive. ”You did, didn't you?”
”Yes,” Koito sighed, seemingly slumping further with the huff. He nimbly rolled onto his back and out of the cocoon of covers, giving Tsukishima an unnecessary visual reminder of how long and stout his legs were. His mournful expression shifted into something wistful as he clearly got a bit lost in his thoughts, eyes slipping shut and one hand coming to rest over his heart as if to soothe it. ”I really do love the idea, of you taking me,” he confessed readily, and some of the hopeful, eager glow from the beginning of the night resurfaced from underneath his prickly moodiness, ”Of you on top of me, spreading my legs and holding me with your rough hands. Pulling me against you and working your strong hips, thrusting inside me, filling me so wonderfully, and being so hot and hard and sweet, just for me and me alone…”
”Uh-huh,” Tsukishima muttered vaguely, descreetly slipping his yukata off his shoulders.
But then Koito threw himself back into the bundle of the covers and pillow with a pained wail, once again turning away. ”But it just didn’t work like that!” he cried, curling up like a scandalized hedgehog. ”Betrayed by my own body, no less!”
As the mood plummeted again, Tsukishima let out a long sigh and pulled his yukata back on. ”You might learn,” he noted pragmatically. He didn’t have much actual knowledge to back up the notion, such was simply the matter with most things. Besides, he doubted intercourse between men would have even been a thing if no one liked it.
Seemingly committed to thinking he was somehow doomed to be excluded from the group of satisfied male lovers forever, Koito hugged his pillow, sniffled, and talked to the wall. ”What if I don’t, though?”
Distracted by the noises of their neighbours, seemingly permanently stuck on the plateau of steady pounding, Tsukishima followed the common thread of the vague conversation less than usual. ”Don’t what?” he asked.
”Learn to like it. What if I never do?”
Tsukishima shrugged. It was hard to make good input to the conversation when he had so little idea what the other was so upset about in the first place, especially since none of this was even his fault. In the end, he could only state the obvious. ”Then we just won’t do it like that.”
For a long moment, Koito was quiet. When he spoke, his voice was plain, like he was just as uncertain about what Tsukishima meant as Tsukishima was about him. ”But what about you?”
Tsukishima shrugged again, mostly to himself since his lover was still giving him the cold shoulder. ”What about me?”
Koito turned to look at him, his gaze almost accusing, as if he was certain that Tsukishima knew what he meant and just refused to say it. Then, more strangely, he cast an almost longing look towards the neighbouring wall and the concerningly mid-paced banging carrying through, now accompanied by delighted little yelps of the lady who against all sensibilities was apparently having a great time.
Perhaps she had been seriously pent up. Tsukishima could somewhat relate.
Koito gave a dramatic sigh and hugged the pillow to his naked chest hard enough to flex his biceps. ”Just,” he started, fumbling with his words, ”if we never have sex, wouldn’t you feel… neglected?”
He looked deeply unhappy. Stunned, Tsukishima finally realized why Koito was so acting so utterly devastated: not because of Tsukishima, but for him.
It was a strange thought. Not only because he hadn’t thought the other would go this far just to appease him when he didn’t have to even try in the first place, but also because Tsukishima hadn’t ever put that much expectations on sex. Before, he hadn’t even thought about it much, or at least not as a separate field to excell on. To him, his desire had been hidden and muted, untangleable from the rest of what he had so desperately wanted – to escape, to find some other place and other way of being, to breathe freely and become someone who could give something good to the one who had showed him that tenderness could exist in this mortal life. He had simply thought that sex was something that would make itself known in time, like an understanding built together inside a home and the safety of married life.
Even now, as a much older and more wretched version of that delinquent, Tsukishima had never once considered it was possible for his lover to be deserving of this level of grief and disheartened moaning. Sure, the night had been an awkward affair of clumsy attempts and fumbling at every obstacle, but it would have never even occurred to Tsukishima that it would mean his lover had failed at the very act of being with him.
But Koito seemed to think so.
It made Tsukishima feel newly responsible for his end of the fiasco. He felt even more guilty, not only about the pain and discomfort he had caused before the passion had fizzled out, but now also over having made Koito feel like he was a bad lover, and on top of that having looked down on his sulking without understanding how he felt.
The familiar tender throb in his chest at Koito’s vulnerable side consoled Tsukishima only momentarily.
While he pondered, Koito grew impatient enough with the silence and felt the need to add: ”I wanted us to finally have real sex, but it just… I just couldn’t do it. I had no idea I could be so bad at it.” The vulnerability on his face soured again, and Tsukishima didn’t have to guess why.
Out of the two them, Koito was taking the night’s failure considerably worse than he was, and some of it Tsukishima could well understand. The pain had been bad enough that in the end the younger hadn’t even managed to maintain erection, a blow to his ego on top of everything else, and with that their romp had concluded with a combination of frustration and embarrassement. As a man, Tsukishima understood his upset, but in his opinion managing to kill a twenty-four-year old's lust was a low that didn't happen every day. The ever climbing high-pitched cries of ecstacy coming through the wall surely didn’t help. The couple was equipped with certain natural advantages that made Koito cast an occasional envious glance towards the wall, which in turn provoked Tsukishima’s temper; he swore to himself that if he ever got another chance at this with Koito, he would treasure the privilege and not just hump away like a dog in heat.
Still, the basis of Koito’s statement was so nonsensical Tsukishima had to circle back on it. ”We have been sleeping with each other for the better part of a year,” he said. ”What do you think we were doing if not having sex?”
”I know, I know,” Koito said, impatiently flapping his hand, ”I'm talking about real sex. All the way. You know what I mean.”
Tsukishima wasn’t so sure he did. He was still trying to figure out how to explain that, when he heard mild commotion coming from the hallway. He listened to the hurried steps of someone, most likely a staff member considering how the soft steps of socks on hardwood floors stopped by their room and someone knelt down, and a gentle knock finally interrupted the couple next door.
Wood sighed softly against wood as the door was slided open, and muffled voices spoke quickly, too quiet to be intelligible but clearly urgent.
Tsukishima consoled himself that at least he and Koito wouldn't be pressed for time unless Russia invaded.
”You don’t need to be so disheartened because of tonight. There’s nothing wrong with your body,” he muttered, turning back to Koito. ”You just demanded too much of yourself too fast. Really, it’s me who put too much strain on you considering... Well.” The awkwardness of the admission made his face burn.
It was Koito’s turn to gawk at him, wide eyes blinking as he clearly didn’t comprehend the implication despite understanding the words. ”I don’t mind,” he blurted out eventually, the note of earnestness ringing in his pure voice. ”I mean. I find you impossibly erotic. I actually like it that you’re all… Heavy and rough and… big. I like the way you handle me and how you touch me. When we’re together like this, you make me feel so… different. Shameless and wild, as if when I’m with you I can’t really control myself…”
”Right,” Tsukishima agreed, shrugging his yukata off one shoulder. He knew the moment of Koito losing control very well and was excited for it every time. With all his research, expectations, and presuppositions about what bedroom activities should be, Koito could be surprisingly shy when he didn’t expect something, whereas Tsukishima who approached it as a vast unknown with only his instincts as a guide wasn’t. Koito had specific acts and positions he wanted to try, but mostly only if he had read about them or seen them in art, and the products of his own imagination were surprisingly tender, almost innocent. He wanted to be kissed, to hold hands, and to look Tsukishima in the eye when they chased completion together. It always took a considerable amount of foreplay and teasing to get him desperate enough that Tsukishima could make him forget about propriety and coax him to do stuff like sit on his face.
He wondered hopefully if he could pull the same trick off tonight. Maybe the wistful tone and warmth rising to Koito’s face could be taken as an invitation, and perhaps after all the mood could be fanned back aflame.
Koito flopped onto his back with a sigh and blinked his sad eyes wide towards him. ”My butt hurts.”
Tsukishima sighed and pulled his yukata back on. ”Turn on your side then.”
With a pinched expression and a huff of discomfort, Koito shifted onto his side with noticably less grace than his movements usually held. At least he settled down facing Tsukishima, his arms resting in front of him instead of off-puttingly crossed his chest, his fingers anxiously fiddling.
An urge to stroke his hair surfaced in Tsukishima’s thoughts as he regarded his lover like that. In his uncertainty and exasparation Koito managed to be almost mysterious, reminding Tsukishima how much he preferred his unfiltered chatter to this secretive silence that shut him out. ”You know,” he started, feeling the need to fill the silence even if it meant he had to be the one to reveal something, ”I meant what I said. You could never leave me feeling neglected.”
Koito twidled his thumbs and looked up at him, doubtful. ”Even if we never have real sex?”
Tsukishima sighed. He knew Koito wouldn’t settle for implications and polite gestures. He rarely ever did, and when he was this disheartened, he wouldn’t accept anything less than the bare naked truth.
He submitted to his fate and gestured for Koito to make room before lying down and scooting next to him. Strangely, laying in bed so close together without pawing at each other felt intimate in a different, more casual yet just as scalding way.
Propped up on his elbow and resting his head against his palm was a rare moment when Tsukishima was looking down at Koito, who usually seemed to tower over him not only with his height but also his boundless energy, while Tsukishima had a tendency to slump. Gazing down at him while he laid curled up in the sheets made the intimacy feel somewhat bearable, even if it made his chest squeeze into itself. He gave in to the urge to run his fingers through Koito’s fringe. ”It would be pointless if you don’t enjoy it too.”
Koito just looked at him, blinking and sheepish under his gentleness, but in a manner Tsukishima compared to the surprise at a wild animal approaching, not only marveling but also careful not to spook the skittish animal. The thought of warranting such care from his partner made Tsukishima push forward despite the difficulty, hoping to earn trust rather than accommodation.
”For me it’s not about any one specific act,” he started, not only forcing the words out but also making himself to parce together the truth. ”Just sharing your bed is good enough for me.”
Koito accepted his clumsy attempt at gentleness but didn’t look any happier. ”I don’t want to be just good enough! That sounds so underwhelming and boring!”
”That’s not what I’m trying to say,” Tsukishima insisted, mildly frustrated. ”I’m just… Hurting you is the only thing I regret about tonight.”
Koito frowned. ”So it’s all the same to you?” He started to sound frustrated too.
The feeling was contagious, but Tsukishima didn’t feel it because of failing to perform or because of bad sex, but rather over the gash of understanding between them. It was difficult to explain and he would have really preferred to drop the subject, but more than that he wanted Koito to understand him.
”No, it’s just… I don’t see why the first time of anything matters so much. No one’s good at anything right away. You weren’t a swordmaster the first time you picked up a bokuto, so why would this be any different? It’s not like this was the last time.”
”No, I know,” Koito sighed, ”it’s just that… I had waited for so long. And I wanted it to work so much…”
Tsukishima stroked his fingers through his fringe again. ”And I really don’t care if we ever do it again. To me, everything we do together in bed is real sex. I haven’t ever felt dissatisfied.”
”Really?”
Koito’s wide eyes had such a astonished look in them all of a sudden that Tsukishima had to duck his head. If being misunderstood had felt frustrating and lonely, being suddenly seen so keenly burned on his skin like the midday sun.
Still, he nodded. ”Yes,” he muttered and, since he was already burning, added, ”I like a lot of things with you.”
”Oh?” Koito breathed and finally smiled.
Tsukishima defied his own awkwardness to glance towards the other just in time to see the sweet side of his lover blossom again. He compensated for the soft twisting inside his chest by running his hand through Koito’s hair and grabbing a fistful of it on the back of his head like picking up a kitten by his scruff, prompting a laugh and a grin as Koito playfully fought his hand off. Once he had caught it, the younger settled back down with Tsukishima’s hand held in his.
”What do you like, then?” Koito asked, his voice warm and breathy from the laugh.
Tsukishima allowed his hand he held and toyed with, his eyes still downcast. He had discovered many things he liked but suspected that simply saying ’everything’ wouldn’t satisfy Koito anymore – no matter how true that was.
”I like… kissing you,” he started lamely, realizing at the same time he said it that naming specifics was not only hard but lackluster.
Kissing was nice for sure, but mentioned on its own it sounded juvenile and too clean. Simply saying he liked kissing wouldn’t convey the feeling of cradling Koito’s face in his hands and tilting it towards him in the midst of mounting passion, or the ardent act of undressing him and greeting every revealed part with kisses. He didn’t know how to explain the strange intimacy of using his mouth to carress his lover while tasting him, an act both tender and animalistic.
”Holding you,” he added in a mutter.
He certainly did, but now instead of juvenile he sounded vague. There were so many ways to hold someone, from the friendly embraces to the sweaty tangle of limbs and worlds in between. How could he begin to articulate how reverent and soft he felt inside when they were alone and Koito chose to curl up against his side or rest his head in his lap? Or how about those times that were the same and not at all? Like when he had held Koito against his side with an arm around his shoulders while his were wrapped around his neck, and slowly pleasured him with one hand, and then again when their desire had been urgent and rough and he had caught the younger into almost a wrestling lock to keep him still for him, pinning him in place and then ruthlessly fucking between his thighs, all the while the younger had whined how rough he was and kept arching back to get more of it.
”When you touch me however you like,” Tsukishima continued and was a bit surprised at himself.
Koito’s demanding streak carried over to bed, which was incidentally the one place where Tsukishima had never once minded it. No matter how needy or spoiled he acted, to Tsukishima jumping to his every whim was a pleasure he was almost ashamed about, suspecting it wasn’t exactly normal.
But he liked it too much to really commit to feeling shame. He liked it when Koito talked during, about how he felt, what he wanted, and how much he loved what Tsukishima was doing to him, telling him hos good he was. He liked it when Koito pulled him close, wrapped his legs around him, pushed him down and got on top to set the pace just how he liked it, grabbed his hands to put them where he wanted, and when he simply let his own hands wander all over Tsukishima. He didn’t know how to explain the eroticism of surrendering to the curious hands and having his collarbone traced, his back scratched, his beard stroked and earlobes massaged. Every part of him had been carefully, meticulously inspected and approved of, leaving him feeling like he had been taken apart and put back together as someone more loved.
”That doesn’t sound too special,” Koito said, speaking the lackluster feeling into being.
”I know,” Tsukishima admitted. ”It’s… hard to explain.”
Koito pursed his lips at him but didn’t argue, just kept squishing his hand in his hold. Suddenly it occurred to Tsukishima that even though Koito seemed to spontaneously stream filth with ease, answering an honest question about intimacy might not have been easy for him either.
Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at him. ”Do you actually want to go ’all the way’ or do you just think you should?”
He got a mild glare for the question but a thoughtful silence followed, and Koito didn’t let go of his hand. Tsukishima guessed he had been right and that while Koito was more often than not ready to talk, he also hadn’t got everything worked out. It comforted Tsukishima, to share the confusion and uncertainty if not yet an understanding.
”I do really like the thought of it,” Koito started, his gaze wandering but fingers meticulously brushing over each of Tsukishima’s, counting the joints and squeezing the pads. ”I’ve fantasized of it a lot. In my dreams we do it everywhere – you take me in my office over my desk, at the barracks against the wall almost fully dressed... in the car, in the bath, outside by the sea…” he trailed off and gave a deep, shuddering sigh that was anything but relaxed. For a moment he chewed on his lower lip and stared into space with misty eyes. ”I thought I could take it and like it. Since I like it when you finger me.”
Tsukishima’s attention suddenly zeroed in on his hand in Koito’s hold, the way his fingers were tracing his becoming suddenly very intentional. Tsukishima felt a hot wave washing over him and pooling into a frustrating little pond low in his belly.
Koito blinked and the dreamy mist cleared from his eyes as something occurred to him. He regarded Tsukishima with a furrowed brow. ”Do you get anything from doing that to me?”
”Yes I do,” Tsukishima heard coming out of his mouth. Only Koito didn’t seem to take it as unbound honesty rather than a hasty lie, because his brow pinched even further.
Tsukishima flexed his fingers in Koito’s hold that reflexively tightened, keeping him locked on the subject. He knew he couldn’t avoid answering further, and the insistence the younger was showing only made the situation more ridiculous. How could he begin to explain what he got from fingering when he found it difficult to explain it even to himself?
Then again, it was equally ridiculous that Koito couldn’t simply see it. To Tsukishima, who was always made ravenous by the act, it felt strange that the younger supposedly hadn’t noticed it. Sure, his dick didn’t participate other than getting so hard it ached, but that wasn’t where the pleasure lay.
Lying close together in the sheets, arms loosely around each other or tangled together, having his lover spread his legs for him or using his own hand to push him into a position, and pressing inside him was intimacy in its rawest form. Being inside his lover, feeling his body squeezing down and welcoming him into its heat, shuddering moans breathed right into his ear, all of it tempted the carnal side of Tsukishima he usually kept locked away, luring it out to feast. He simply couldn’t get enough of it – of tenderly holding his lover and kissing his cheek, neck and shoulder while patiently coaxing his body to accept another finger. Simply pleasuring Koito while holding him as he squirmed and moaned could take Tsukishima right to the edge, and just thinking about how the younger often rocked into his touch, pulling him closer and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, filled him with warmth that had only half to do with the heat sitting low in his belly.
Koito was eyeing him less suspiciously all of a sudden, so some of that kindling flame was probably present in Tsukishima’s gaze. Koito worried his lower lip with his teeth a bit and looked like he was going to say something, when they were interrupted.
The commotion that they had both assumed was just regular noise coming from the hall downstairs broke loose and suddenly echoed in the upstairs corridor. A convoluted mix of voices approached fast, a very angry and demanding man seemingly arguing with several staff members who spoke in rushed and tempering tones.
Koito and Tsukishima both perked up as the cacophony came to their door, passed it, and in the next moment the upset young man started banging on the neighbouring door with his fist. The door opened again, and another male voice joined the argument, just as aggressive as the first one.
The woman was already gone, having most likely exited via the balcony and hidden stairs, and was probably already out of the gardens as well, if she had managed to make herself decent enough to meet with her servants on the public street. Tsukishima listened to the two young men locking horns and theorized the one who had opened the door was probably taking out his frustrations on the intruder. He strongly suspected the man hadn’t had the time to come and felt a petty twinge of spiteful joy over the fact.
Koito grew bored of their neighbours as quickly as he had perked up and relaxed back into the sheets with a huff. ”Ugh, married people,” he sniffed with lazy disdain and cuddled closer to Tsukishima.
An odd mood settled over him, like they had all the time in the world and no one to answer to about what they did it, Tsukishima pulled his hand free of Koito’s idly fondling hold and in turn clasped his hand in his. He held it tightly to his chest even as the younger jolted and became more alert.
”Let’s try again,” Tsukishima said.
Koito blinked, flustered and taken aback by the unusual forwardness.
Tsukishima squeezed his hand again. ”Not tonight,” he added, ”but some other time. If you want it, I’ll do my best and try to give it to you.”
”That’s! That’s not what I was getting at!” Koito argued back, stuttering slightly. ”I wanted to give you something for a change! Not just kisses or embracing, but something more! I wanted to find something you like!”
Tsukishima held his hand tighter. ”What I like… I like being with you, because you are you, and I feel a certain way about you. It’s a hundred small things, the mood, your voice, how you look at me, how you show me that you want it, how we come together and fit. It’s not about any individual act or being skilled. I like everything. Because it’s you, I like everything.”
Koito looked genuinely moved. He was speechless for a moment, just blinking away something that looked suspiciously like tears. ”Hajime that’s so… so beautiful.”
And, since they were having this conversation, Tsukishima gave a thoughtful tilt of his head and added, ”But you should sit on my face more often.”
With an embarrassed screech Koito escaped under the covers again, but this time Tsukishima gave chase.
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