A/N: I was informed it's Mad's birthday, and I couldn't not write something for it!!
Warnings: Smut.
----
“Happy birthday, starshine.”
Mad couldn’t help the smile spreading across his face at Mare’s tender words and soft touch, opening his eyes to see his boyfriend hovering above him. “Hi,” he whispered, flushing at his weak voice after their activities the previous night.
“I have a couple of surprises for you,” Mare hummed, sitting back on his heels to give Mad room to sit up. “The first is in this very room.” He bit back a chuckle as Mad’s eyes darted to his crotch before looking back at him.
Before Mad could ask any questions, he noticed the coloured glow around the room, closing his mouth as projected galaxies orbited the space. “How…” he trailed off as a false comet shot past his face, blinking as he felt the coolness of it in passing.
“In short, it’s a projector,” Mare explained, reaching out to run his fingers through a galaxy, leaving a shimmering trail in their wake. “The long of it is that I called in a couple of favours and added a bit of flair to the projectors you always critique in the stores.” He let out a soft chuckle, watching Mad admiring the projections with adoration in his eyes.
“This is wonderful,” Mad breathed, climbing out of bed to have a closer look at the projections of planets. “It’s all so detailed…”
“I’m glad you like it,” Mare replied, moving to stand in front of Mad with his hands on his hips. “And Anti will be happy, too. He messed with most of the wiring to get the projectors working.” Before Mad could get distracted by that comment, Mare leaned down to catch the scientist in a kiss, smiling as Mad melted into his embrace.
--
After a breakfast of pancakes, Mare took Mad into the music room, smirking to himself when Mad still blushed at the sight of the piano. Settling Mad into the couch in the corner, he sat at the piano and opened the cover, stretching his fingers before taking a deep breath and starting to play.
Mad’s mouth fell open as the music reached him, a gentle symphony surrounding him as Mare played with more love and tenderness than he’d ever heard. The notes brought tears to his eyes while also filling him with a warmth he didn’t want to acknowledge, hands clasped firmly in his lap as he listened to his boyfriend play.
When the song finished, Mare ended with flourish before turning to look at his audience, raising a brow at the sight of a flustered and tearful Mad. “Mad?”
“N-No, I’m alright,” Mad rushed to say, hurrying out of his seat to crouch at Mare’s feet. “I just… got overwhelmed, like I could feel everything you put into the melody. It’s an original, right?”
“I call it “Symphony for My Heart”,” Mare replied with a smile, cradling Mad’s face in his hand and using his thumbs to brush the tears from his boyfriend’s eyes. “I wanted to surprise you with it. I guess I got a little carried away,” he confessed with a soft chuckle.
“I liked it,” Mad whispered, raising a hand to hold one of Mare’s, tangling their fingers together. “I liked it a lot.” Carefully, slowly, he leaned forward to kiss Mare, pushing all his emotion into the contact before moving to climb into Mare’s lap.
Smiling into the kiss, Mare slid his free hand down to Mad’s hip, holding him in place while he deepened the kiss. When Mad whined against his lips, trying in vain to rock his hips, Mare effortlessly stood, carrying Mad to the couch and laying him on it.
“Mare…” Mad whined, pouting at the musician as he pulled away.
“I know, love,” Mare purred, kneeling between Mad’s legs and slipping his fingers beneath his waistband, glad Mad had opted to just wear boxers and an oversized sweater of Mare’s today. “Just trust me for a moment.”
Mad nodded, biting his lip to prevent embarrassing sounds as Mare slid his boxers off his body, tossing them aside before curling his fingers around his thighs to hold them apart as he nuzzled into the skin between his hip and his cock. One hand tangled into Mare’s hair as the other fell over his eyes, keening as Mare moved to gently tease his tongue against his hole.
Smirking as Mad bucked his hips, Mare adjusted his grip to hold Mad’s lower half up, then got to work licking and scraping his teeth against his hole, working him open until he was a moaning and squirming mess. Moving his mouth to Mad’s cock, he slipped a thumb inside the scientist as he suckled the tip of his cock.
“Mare! Please!” Mad practically screamed, closing his thighs around Mare’s head to hold him as he lifted his head to glare. “Please, music man.”
Mare held his tongue between his teeth, nodding as best he could with Mad’s vice grip around his head, then climbed off the couch to remove his clothes when Mad released him. “Alright, starshine. Alright,” he murmured as he settled between Mad’s legs again, slicking his cock with lube from his back pocket before lining up and pressing in, gripping Mad’s hip with one hand while the other reached up to cradle his face, turning him so their eyes met.
Slowly beginning to thrust, Mare held Mad’s gaze with a smile, massaging his hip with his hand and angling him so the rug burn from the couch wouldn’t be too extreme. As Mad’s eyes glazed over and his hips rocked, Mare moved his hand to stroke Mad in time with his thrusts, leaning down to kiss him as he came between them.
“Mare…” Mad panted, lips brushing messily against Mare’s as his hand clutched at his biceps, feeling the muscle shift as Mare moved. “Mare,” he breathed, brow furrowing as Mare came inside him, filling him with warmth that was borderline overstimulating.
“There we go,” Mare whispered, riding out his high before stopping, moving his head to run open-mouthed kisses over Mad’s face and into his hair, exhaustion getting the better of them. “How are we feeling?”
“Good,” Mad breathed, dropping his head against the cushion and closing his eyes. “Floaty.”
“How does a bath sound?”
“I don’t wanna move…”
“I can carry you,” Mare smiled, kissing Mad’s forehead as he pulled out, gathering Mad into his arms and carrying him bridal style to the bathroom. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
Mare sat at his workbench, his body hunched over and surrounded by piles of paper. His face was tense with concentration as he folded the paper in front of him, having to redo some folds over and over, his hands getting sweaty and tearing the paper.
“Fuck.” Mare swore under his breath, balling the paper up and throwing it across the room. “I’m good with my hands; this shouldn’t be so hard.”
“Mare?” Mad peeked into the room. “What are you up to?” He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, head tilting as he took in the scene of the piles of paper on the desk and the crumbled wads on the floor.
“I’m trying to fold paper cranes, and apparently I am not the best at it.” Mare sighed.
“Maybe it’d be easier if you were using origami paper?” Mad suggested, thumbing through the pages.
“Probably.” Mare agreed, putting his elbow on his desk and resting his cheek on his closed hand, watching Mad shuffle through the colored paper, picking out a purple one. “But I figured it was easier to get a thousand pieces of regular paper instead of a thousand pieces of origami paper.”
“Why a thousand?” Mad asked, peeking at the craft’s instructions and beginning to follow it, wondering if he could do it himself.
“Because there’s a belief that if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you can get a wish,” Mare answered, softly smiling as Mad let his curiosity take over.
“That’s a lot of paper cranes.” Mad hummed. “What wish are you planning on making? If it’s something we can do ourselves, I’m sure most of us won’t mind helping you.”
“Well, there’s really only one person that can make sure the wish comes true.” Mare straightened up.
“Who’s that?” Mad stuck the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his lips, concentrating some more.
“You.” Mare reached into his pocket. “There’s something I want to ask you, and I was going to use my wish to make sure you’d say yes.”
“If this is about lessening my coffee intake, you’ll be wasting a wish.” Mad chuckled, perking up at the finished paper crane in his hand. “Look! I did it!” He had a proud smile as he turned and held out the crane, pausing when he saw Mare holding a small square box.
“Lucky for you, my wish isn’t about coffee.” Mare used his other hand to open the box and show off a ring: a silver band with amethysts inside. “I want to ask you to marry me.”
“I-” Mad’s eyes went wide with shock, the paper crane falling from his hand. “You want…holy shit, yes!” He broke into a laugh and lunged at Mare, wrapping his arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Yes, yes, yes!” Mad pulled back just enough to dive into a kiss. Mare wasn’t expecting the kiss but was far from complaining as he pulled Mad in closer by his waist. He also wasn’t expecting Mad to pull away again. “I have to tell Anti!” Mad scrambled away, opening the door and running out. There was a brief pause before Mad ran back in, plucked the ring out of the box, and slipped it on. After one more quick kiss, Mad took off again. “Anti! Anti, guess what!” His voice echoed back into the room.
Mare stayed in his seat and started softly laughing to himself, setting the empty box aside. He picked up the paper crane and set it on the desk as well.
“A little short of a thousand, but still worked.” Mare smiled before turning and leaving the room as well, in search of his now fiancée.
this is the last thing i recorded right before my device completely crashed and deleted all my Tomodachi Life data. the yaoi is so EVIL it literally destroyed the world (it'd be so funny if it wasn't so sad)
but they will be back..... revamped... (once i'm over this loss)
