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Atsuhiro slowly comes to, his arms wrapped around Jin’s waist as he spoons the younger man. Despite Jin being more muscular, Atsuhiro was the taller of them and was always glad to provide his boyfriend with the comfort of being the little spoon, in fact, it brings the performer joy when he’s able to see the other sleeping peacefully.
The light flows through the dark curtains, wind whistling as it blows beneath the slightly opened window. The feeling of the cool fall air blowing over Atsuhiro’s body makes him shiver and push himself a bit closer to Jin, his arms tightening around him just slightly as he nuzzles the back of his neck, even with the quilt over them, the air leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The whirring of Atsuhiro’s mechanical arm is the only noise aside from their breathing that fills the empty room now, the sound quieting more and more the longer he doesn’t use it.
After Atsuhiro wakes, it doesn’t take long for Jin to do the same, the man stirring slightly and seemingly trying to deny that he’s awake before finally accepting it with a disgruntled sigh. “Good morning, handsome,” Atsuhiro purrs, gently kissing Jin’s neck as he begins to slowly swipe his mechanical thumb across the other’s stomach, his hands having slipped beneath his shirt overnight.
Jin grunts softly in response, not due to the cold of the metal against his flesh, rather, a personal dilemma sparks this response. He’d probably never admit it aloud, but Atsuhiro has picked up on the fact that he tries to limit his talking as much as he can when it’s just the two of them, probably due to the verbal contradictions and not wanting to mess up what he’s gained, but no one will ever know what’s going on in that man’s mind other than the man himself. There are good days and bad days, and it’s hard to tell when he first wakes up, plus, it gets worse during the morning and night.
Since Jin makes no move to get away and moves back slightly against his partner, Atsuhiro continues to press soft kisses to his neck, moving to prop himself up on his elbow so he can reach better. The blonde sighs softly as the actor begins to suck small marks into his neck, his fingers spreading out across his stomach. Jin’s hand soon moves down to rest on top of Atsuhiro’s, the male intertwining their fingers and gently squeezing as he turns his head to face the brunette.
Noting the movement, Atsuhiro pulls back slightly to look up at his boyfriend, noting the small smile on his face and smiling himself at the rare sight. Their faces slowly begin to gravitate towards each other, lips connecting after a few moments before they begin to move against one another. It’s sweet, being able to share such an intimate thing with another person. Moments like this are so rare, and these two know they have to hold on to the time they’re able to spend with each other, the times they’re able to do things like this, because in their line of work, it’s rare to come home, and that’s if you even have a home to begin with. They got lucky, both being able to work under Shigaraki, meet, and have such accepting (and honestly) loving workmates. Even if none of them ever voiced it, they truly are one big fucked up family, and none of them could wish for more, it’d be wrong to do so, plus, they get paid for most of the shit they do.
When they pull apart, Jin shifts slightly so he’s able to roll onto his back, the bed whining in protest beneath them. He reaches up to gently pet the top of Atsuhiro’s head, his own grey eyes meeting his boyfriend’s fawn brown ones.
“You know, you are the true definition of beauty,” Atsuhiro says with a small smile, his hand moving across the other’s stomach before almost completely removing itself from his body, the performer gently dragging his fingers along the length of exposed skin on Jin’s side.
Jin chuckles softly in response, a small sigh following at the feeling of the others slim and nimble fingers on him, such a simple thing that practically makes him melt into it. It’d probably confuse a lot of people to see two villains acting this way, but it only makes sense for them to cherish the feelings they’ve been deprived of for most of their lives.
It seems like Jin has a good handle on things today, but even so, he still decides it’s best to keep quiet… and Atsuhiro is completely fine with that, pressing one more kiss to the other’s lips before shifting himself, lying down with his head resting on Jin’s chest. They have today off, but tomorrow… there’s no telling what horrors await them once they step foot into that bar, so for now, they strive to enjoy each other’s company for as long as possible.