Here’s some Yaoi of the dish man and the fuck man
They showed up to the restaurant and were greeted by a plump woman with curly black hair tied back in a pony tail, and a kind smile.
“Hello! Welcome to unspecified restaurant, where all of our menu options are vague, but our romantic atmosphere is apparent! Do you have a reservation?”
“The table is under ‘Man’, table for two.” The fuck man says, a smile on his face in anticipation of a date night with the love of his life, celebrating five years of marriage.
“Yes, table 69, for the lovebirds, follow me!” She replies, seeing their adoration for each other.
It was a small, secluded table in the corner of the restaurant, just like the one on their first date. The waitress came over and asked their orders in short order after that were seated. The waitress left and the dish man directed his attention to his husband, watching as the waitress walking away and looking around the restaurant, his side profile casting shadow in the low lighting, the dish man started admiring it. The soft curve starting up at his ear, sloping down to make a strong yet soft jaw, slight stubble showing in a 5 o’clock shadow, the way his nose had a slight bump in the middle, the way his eyes glittered with happiness, his wonky dimples as he smiled, the way his hair fell, the dish man knew that this was the love of his life, and was astonished that this seemingly perfect man for him chose to be with him over everyone else. At that moment the fuck man turned his head to face the dish man, catching him staring, but instead of getting mad, he just smiled a soft, loving smile.
“You thought you could get away with staring that easily?” The fuck man asked,
“Well i just cant help it darling, you’re the one who chose to be stunningly handsome~” he replied, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth.
“I can’t believe its already been five years with you as my husband, time flies, and i savour every moment I’m with you” the fuck man says, changing the topic, he loved when his husband stared, he always knew because the dish man is not a sneaky man. he feels that stare very morning they wake up together, he feels that stare every time they sit in comfortable silence, he feels that stare when he’s raving about his interests. He loves that stare, the full undivided attention from his lover. His one and only. His other half. His soulmate. He meant every word of what he said earlier that afternoon, he loved the dish man with his whole heart.
“You, my love, are sappy” the dish man replies, snapping the fuck man out of his train of thought,
“I’m sorry for public ally showing my affection, i shall be burnt at the stake tomorrow morning!” The fuck man jokes, the dish man and him share a laugh.
“Hm, i shall let it slide this one time, but you are on thin ice, peasant!” The dish man says after he recovers from laughing, as he leans in for a kiss, the fuck man places a finger on his lips causing him to open his yes and see the fuck mans smirk,
“I thought we just agreed no public affection?”
“Well that’s a stupid rule and I don’t agree with it” the dish man pouts, his mouth still pressed against the fuck mans finger.
“Well i guess the rule has been overruled now, because i agree” the fuck man says as he removes his finger and replaces it with his lips.
They share the kiss for a few seconds, but to them it feels like an eternity, sharing an existence together, the spark from that first date turned into a flame burning hotter than ever. The dish man moves his hand to his lovers cheek, caressing it lovingly, like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever held, and will ever hold. The fuck man parts his mouth and the deepen the kiss, tasting each other, loving each other. They part, but the dish man keeps his hand there, and the fuck man tilts his head into it, treasuring his husbands touch.
“I have one steak with a side of mash and one salt and pepper squid, is that you gentlemen” the waitress suddenly says, shocking both of them out of the moment they were just having.
“Oh, uh yeah that’s us thanks.” The dish man says, flustered but proud. The waitress leaves and they dig into their food, the fuck man admires the delicate way the dish man eats his steak, cutting it up into smaller pieces to chew and bringing them to his mouth, not leaning over and ruining his posture.
They finish their meal and head home, leaving a generous tip to the waitress.
“That was quite a nice date my love, thank you for the past ten years of this. Of us. You are my one and only, and I could not be more grateful.” The fuck man says after a pause, thinking over his life with the dish man so far.
“I love you. With all my heart.” The dish man replies,
“I have a surprise for you waiting at home darling, I think you’re going to like it.” The fuck man says after a moment, the dish man doesn’t reply but he speeds up a tiny bit, he couldn’t wait to see what his love had gotten him.
Keep in mind that this is like chapter 3 of a series of technically one shots so it may not make COMPLETE sense