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They stumble into Chuuya’s apartment a little after 1am, quiet in case any other apartments have families already asleep. Chuuya pushes Atsushi up against the closed door and drags him down, kissing him senseless while Atsushi tries to push him towards the bedroom.
They had just returned from a joint ADA-Port Mafia New Years party where they had shared a cliché but loving midnight kiss – a promise for their upcoming year. The party had been a mess of laughter and mock fighting but was probably the most tame social event the organizations had held together yet.
The worst thing that had happened was Dazai roping the Black Lizard – minus Gin, who was held back by Rashomon, and Akutagawa, who couldn’t afford to get sick, even for the sake of Dazai – into stripping and jumping into the pool. Dazai had, of course, promised to join. It was a lie that left Tachihara outraged, made Hirotsu sigh but seem otherwise unperturbed, and had Higuchi trying to save what dignity she had left as she realized through an alcohol haze what she had just done.
After midnight, Atsushi and Chuuya snuck off to go spend the rest of the night alone together in Chuuya’s apartment. They probably could have made it back sooner, but Chuuya kept stopping to pull Atsushi down and press kisses to his face and Atsushi kept giggling about it to the point it was hard to walk straight.
Still, they eventually made it to the apartment with minimal noise, and through their kisses once inside, Atsushi was able to maneuver them into Chuuya’s bedroom.
Upon realizing where they’ve ended up, Chuuya flops onto the bed, dragging Atsushi with him by the waist. The younger lands on top of him with forced out huff of breath, quickly using his hands to bracket the older’s head, bracing himself in order to protect their faces from colliding.
Chuuya grins up at Atsushi, who rolls his eyes but laughs regardless.
“Kiss me, tiger,” Chuuya practically whines and Atsushi laughs but doesn’t deny him, pressing a soft kiss to his champagne-sweet lips.
“How much did you drink?” Atsushi asks him, and he pouts.
“One glass.”
“So, what, three normal person glasses?” Atsushi muses teasingly, “Do you know the alcohol percen—”
The younger is cut off by Chuuya flipping them, his hands pressing down on Atsushi’s’ shoulders and hips straddling his thighs, holding them down.
“You really gonna start this year off as a brat?” Chuuya growls, biting down on Atsushi’s lower lip lightly, causing the younger to moan quietly.
“Would you enjoy it if I started it off any other way?” Atsushi questions, and Chuuya nips his lip again.
“’m not drunk,” Chuuya tells him, and his voice sounds clear, but Atsushi can’t shake his doubts, even if he knows Chuuya wouldn’t lie about how much he drank.
He knows what Chuuya wants, can feel it pressing against him from where he’s straddling him. But he can’t help the sinking in his stomach, and he knows Chuuya can see it, too.
“I’m really not, Atsushi,” Chuuya pulls away from him, sitting up on his perch on the younger’s thighs, “But if you just want to sleep, we can. I’m happy just being near you.”
“Can we- in the morning,” Atsushi stutters through his sentence that he can’t even fully complete, still shy around the topic. It wasn’t that they hadn’t been intimate before, because they had, just not all the way, because they had never been ready for that before, “I want to start the new year right and I just—”
“You don’t have to explain,” Chuuya tells him, cupping his jaw and leaning down to slot their lips together and kiss the younger softly, “I know how you feel about sex when I’ve been drinking. I can wait until morning. I can wait forever, for you.”
Atsushi smiles, leaning into the heat of Chuuya’s hand cupping his face, “You’re being suspiciously sweet.”
“What, a guy can’t be sweet to his boyfriend at the start of a new year?” Chuuya asks, mock offended as he presses a kiss into the pulse point on Atsushi’s neck, causing the younger to gasp, “After the year we had we deserve some sweetness.”
“You’re only sweet when we’re alone,” Atsushi says fondly, not bothered by the fact.
“No,” Chuuya corrects, pressing another kiss to his neck, “I’m just only sweet to you.”
“Kiss me,” Atsushi demands, and Chuuya gives in easily to his words.
The older grabs the younger’s wrists and pins them above his head, making sure they’re resting on the soft pillows and not pressed against the hard headboard, before leaning down and slotting their lips together.
They kiss close-mouthed for a while, until Chuuya sucks on Atsushi’s bottom lip and the younger opens his mouth in a gasp, allowing Chuuya’s tongue to enter. From there, the kiss gets more and more heated until Atsushi has to force himself away from the older man’s hot touch.
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi says waveringly, pressing a hand against Chuuya’s chest.
“It was really just one drink, Atsushi,” Chuuya tells him quietly, “Tell me to stop one more time and I will, we’ll cuddle and go to sleep and I’ll try to beat you in waking up in the morning so I can make breakfast in bed. Tell me you don’t want to do this and I’ll back off.”
Atsushi reaches up with one hand and runs his finger’s through Chuuya’s lovelock, “Promise me it was just one drink.”
“It was just one drink,” Chuuya responds, voice steady as he looks Atsushi in the eyes. And Atsushi knows it was just champagne, nothing harder, because he had tasted the sweetness of it when they kissed.
They had talked before, about being intimate when Chuuya had been drinking. Chuuya had always insisted he trusted Atsushi not to take advantage of him, and that he was okay with being intimate because he knew Atsushi would never push him beyond what they had already done and never push him to continue if he seemed uncomfortable or too out of it to consent – even with his blanket consent.
So, Atsushi knew, even if Chuuya was lying – which he wouldn’t, not about this, Atsushi knew that for certain – that he had consent to be intimate with him.
The thing was… The thing was Atsushi wanted more than they had done in the past, wanted the first time in the new year to be everything.
But Atsushi didn’t want to do that if Chuuya had been drinking.
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi tugs his hair lightly, still staring him in the eyes, “I want to go all the way. Promise me you want that, too. Promise me the champagne’s out of your system.”
“Tiger,” Chuuya murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the younger’s forehead, “Of course I want that. I promise, there’s nothing I want more than to be as close as possible to you. I promise that that one glass of champagne passed through my system before we even got back to the apartment.”
Atsushi nods, sliding his hand through Chuuya’s hair until it’s tangled in the long hair at the back of his head, using his knotted fingers to tug his head down and press their lips together
Chuuya is pliant in Atsushi’s hands, movements soft and impossibly caring. Sometimes Chuuya is rough – not enough to hurt Atsushi, but enough to make his dominance clear. Atsushi enjoys when Chuuya is like that, but he’s glad the older man has chosen to be gentle for this. Knowing Chuuya, it’s expected, but that doesn’t make Atsushi less appreciative.
To show his appreciation, he opens his mouth for the other man unprompted, letting the older’s tongue in to explore his mouth. Atsushi lets out a quiet, muffled moan as Chuuya’s skilled tongue brushes against his and teases him, feeling the older man smirk into the kiss at being able to drag the noise out of Atsushi so easily.
Eventually, Atsushi pulls back to breathe, and Chuuya decides to take the time to attack his neck, dragging another moan out of Atsushi as he younger tries to catch his breath.
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi is eventually able to get out once the older takes a break from sucking on his neck.
“Clothes?” Chuuya asks, reading Atsushi’s mind, and the younger nods.
Chuuya gives him a soft smile as he sits up again, shedding his outer layers before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off, revealing pale, scarred skin that Atsushi can’t help but reach out and run his hand down the abdomen of. No matter how many times he sees Chuuya without a shirt, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to hold himself back from the desire to touch.
Luckily, Chuuya has never had a problem with Atsushi’s desire, always giving in easily to the younger’s hands. The first time, he had flinched a little when Atsushi brushed over scars, but once he had seen the younger’s reverence towards the raised skin and Atsushi’s own burn scars, he relaxed and never seemed to have a problem after.
After a few minutes of allowing Atsushi to get his fill of the older man’s torso, Chuuya starts unbuttoning the younger’s shirt below him, loosening his tie and pulling it over his head to get it off first. Thankfully, he doesn’t have any extra layers like Chuuya, so all the older man has to do is unbutton his shirt and have him sit up a bit so he can throw the shirt on the ground with his tie.
Atsushi thumps back down on the bed once his shirt is off, dragging Chuuya down with him in order to pull him in for a kiss.
“Thought you wanted to take our clothes off,” Chuuya gets out between kisses, and Atsushi groans.
“Wanna kiss you more,” Atsushi pulls away just long enough to say, but when he goes back in for another kiss, Chuuya pushes him down.
“Clothes first,” Chuuya says, causing Atsushi to whine as the older reaches to undo the younger’s belt.
Chuuya unbuckles the belt but doesn’t bother taking it off, simply moving the buckle out of the way so he can undo the button of Atsushi’s pants and unzip him with deft fingers. Then, in one motion he slides down both Atsushi’s pants and underwear, pupils dilating as he takes in the younger man underneath him, and shifts his position on his thighs so he can get the pants all the way off, discarding them on the floor along with the rest of their clothes.
Atsushi feels himself flush slightly at being completely naked while Chuuya still has his pants, so he reaches out with a whine and undoes Chuuya’s belt. The older man seems to understand what Atsushi wants because he immediately works on getting his own pants and underwear off, quickly discarding them as well.
Chuuya leans back over Atsushi and presses their lips together softly, but his movements cause their hips to press together, bringing a burst of pleasure that makes both of them groan.
“Gonna take care of you,” Chuuya breathes against Atsushi’s lips, “You ready to start or just wanna kiss some more?”
“I want you,” Atsushi pants back, and Chuuya smiles, twirling the long piece of the younger’s hair around one of his index fingers.
“I’ll do my best, but it’ll still hurt at least a little,” Chuuya tells him, “Are you sure?”
“Chuuya-san,” Atsushi slings his arms around the older man’s neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss, “I want you. I can handle a little pain.”
Chuuya leans down for another kiss, this time purposely rolling his hips slightly and causing them both to moan into each other’s mouths.
“Chuuya,” Atsushi whines when they pull away to breathe, knowing that dropping the honorific he always uses will help him get what he wants.
“Fuck,” Chuuya mutters, and Atsushi smiles secretly to himself, “Okay.”
Chuuya shifts on the bed so he can reach the bedside table, opening the drawer and rummaging for a moment before tossing a bottle next to Atsushi on the bed. Next, Atsushi hears the crinkle of foil, and though he’s never heard it before, he knows what it is. There’s a pause.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” Chuuya asks, and Atsushi knows he’s not trying to pressure him, that the older genuinely wants to know what Atsushi wants. That he wants to make this the best experience possible.
“Are you safe?” Atsushi asks, because he knows Chuuya has had many partners before him, and that doesn’t bother him anymore, doesn’t bring up the jealousy it did in the very beginning, but he does mean he’s had plenty of people to pick something up from.
“Yeah, I got tested after we got together,” Chuuya leans over to peck him on the lips, “I didn’t expect anything from you, but I wanted to be sure if the time came. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No condom, then,” Atsushi murmurs, reaching up for another kiss, “I want to feel you.”
“Fuck,” Chuuya groans again, slamming the drawer shut and pressing Atsushi down on the bed with his body once more. He slots their lips together, nibbling lightly on the younger’s bottom lip in a way that makes him whine.
“Chuuya,” Atsushi repeats, pulling away and turning his head when Chuuya tries to go for another kiss, “I’m gonna leave if you don’t get started in the next minute.”
It’s an empty threat, and they both know it, but Chuuya still listens, grabbing the bottle he had thrown on the bed and gently spreading Atsushi’s thighs, settling in between them.
“Tell me to stop at any time and I will,” Chuuya tells him seriously, blue eyes boring into heterochromatic ones, “Even if you just need a second to breathe – tell me. Promise me you’ll tell me.”
“I promise,” Atsushi voice quiet but firm, “I’ll tell you if I want or need you to stop.”
“Thank you,” Chuuya breathes, and Atsushi feels a flood of warmth at how important consent is to his boyfriend. Chuuya presses a gentle kiss to his hipbone, “This might be cold.”
His words are punctuated with the pop of a cap opening and the sound of something wet being squeezed out of the bottle from the nightstand.
A moment later, Chuuya is nudging Atsushi’s legs open slightly wider before there’s a finger somewhere no one else has ever touched – cold and slimy from the lube, and Atsushi shivers.
“Okay?” Chuuya asks, and the younger nods.
“Just… different,” Atsushi tells him, and even in the dark he can see Chuuya’s pupils dilate further as he slowly starts to work his finger in.
“You do this to yourself, tiger?” Chuuya asks, his finger slowly dragging inside Atsushi.
“Sometimes,” The younger admits.
“What do you think about?” A second finger slowly joins the first, the frankly ridiculous amount of lube Chuuya’s using making it easy, along with Atsushi’s experience with his own fingers. There’s still a burn and some pain, but Atsushi is able to breathe through it easily.
“What do you think?” Atsushi breathes heavily, “You.”
“Fuck,” Chuuya hisses, his movements ceasing for a moment as he kisses the younger’s thigh, “Do you know what you do to me?”
“I have an idea,” Atsushi smiles, and Chuuya shoots him a glare.
“You’re nowhere near as innocent as you have everyone believing,” Chuuya huffs, then adds in a softer tone, “Think you can handle a third?”
“Mhm,” Atsushi nods, “Want to make this quick. Want you in me.”
“Don’t rush yourself,” Chuuya warns, slowly, carefully working the third finger in, “We’ve got all year.”
“Just this year?” Atsushi teases, and Chuuya’s head snaps up, eyes wide.
“No!” The older man says quickly, “I want every year to be with you, I just meant—”
“I know what you meant,” Atsushi tells him softly, petting his head, “I was teasing.”
“Brat,” Chuuya huffs, curling his fingers in a way that makes Atsushi cry out, “That feel good, tiger?”
“Mm,” Atsushi takes a minute to catch his breath, “Chuuya, I need you, please.”
“I haven’t been prepping you long, I don’t think—” Chuuya starts to protest but Atsushi cuts him off.
“I’ll be fine,” Atsushi assures, running fingers through Chuuya’s messy hair, “The tiger will make it easier for me. And I don’t care either way, I just want you.”
Chuuya hesitates, biting his lip, “I want this to be good for you.”
“I’ll tell you if it’s not,” Atsushi promises, “And we can take a step back. But I want you and I swear I’m ready, even if it wasn’t as much prep as you’re used to giving. You can feel me, you know I can take it.”
“Give me a few more minutes,” Chuuya requests, “It’ll make me feel better to know you’re more prepared.”
Atsushi lets out a small whine but doesn’t argue, acknowledging Chuuya is more knowledgeable about on this, and Chuuya smiles thankfully at him.
Chuuya’s fingers drag and curl inside Atsushi, slowly stretching him out as his toes curl and moans escape his mouth.
After what feels like forever, Chuuya’s fingers stop moving.
“I think you’re ready,” he says, and he sounds as nervous as Atsushi, the one who’s about to lose his virginity, should be. Atsushi isn’t nervous, though, because he’s with Chuuya, and Chuuya would never do anything to make him purposely uncomfortable or in pain.
If Atsushi asks to stop, he knows Chuuya will without question or hesitation.
“Chuuya,” Atsushi mumbles, voice slightly hoarse from his previous moaning, “I really mean it this time when I say I’m going to leave if you’re not inside me in the next minute.”
Earlier, Atsushi had made an empty threat to get Chuuya started.
This time, the threat isn’t empty, because he can’t take another minute so close to Chuuya without the other man inside him. If that means he has to leave and get himself off alone in his dorm, so be it.
But he wasn’t going to let the other man drag it out any longer because he was scared of hurting Atsushi.
“I’m ready, Chuuya, please,” Atsushi practically begs, and Chuuya nods jerkily.
“I’m sorry, tiger,” Chuuya murmurs, moving so his body covers Atsushi’s and he can press a kiss to his lips, “Just want your first time to be good.”
“It’ll always be good if it’s you,” Atsushi murmurs back, feeling as Chuuya reaches down to grasp himself, giving a few strokes before Atsushi feels something hot press up against him, right where Chuuya’s fingers were inside him.
For a second, Atsushi hesitates – wonders if maybe he’s in over his head. He and Chuuya have the same sized hands – something they determined early in their relationship. Which meant three of Atsushi’s fingers were equal to three of Chuuya’s. And the heat pressing against him right now was much more than three of their fingers.
But this was Chuuya, and he wanted this, he just should have had more foresight when it came to size.
“You’re sure?” Chuuya asks, and Atsushi hears all the words unsaid—
Are you sure you’re ready? Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?
Atsushi simply pulls Chuuya down into a heated kiss, sucking on his bottom lip.
“I want you, Chuuya,” Atsushi whispers, pulling away, “Please.”
Chuuya lets out a small groan before nodding and beginning to slow, carefully push his way in.
Immediately, Atsushi reaches up and digs his nails into Chuuya’s back, biting down on his lip to stay quiet as the burn and pain from the stretch overtake him. It’s nowhere near the worst pain he’s experienced, but the location is sensitive and Atsushi feels his eyes well with tears against his will.
“Hey, hey, shh,” Chuuya murmurs, kissing the younger softly over and over until he stops biting his lip, “Do you need me to pull out? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” Atsushi says honestly, shaking his head, “I want this, I do. It’s just… difficult. Just… go slow.”
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Chuuya reminds him, presses another soft kiss to his lips before his hips are moving again, slowly inching his way deeper into Atsushi.
Atsushi presses his head back against the pillow, taking deep breaths. He knows, from research, that once Chuuya bottoms out it’ll get easier, that Atsushi will be able to get used to him, that it will start to feel good.
Until then, Atsushi just has to hold out. It’s not that bad – Chuuya is gentle and slow and used so much lube Atsushi kind of wants to laugh, but mostly just feels warm because he knows Chuuya was trying s0 hard to make this good for him. There’s no feeling of tearing or chafing or anything more than what he should be feeling from the new intrusion.
“Atsushi,” Chuuya murmurs, and his voice sounds strained. Lost in his thoughts to distract himself, he didn’t notice that the older man had bottomed out and the pain had lessened significantly, “You okay?”
“I’m good,” Atsushi murmurs in return, reaching up to stroke Chuuya’s face. The other man leans into it, hips twitching ever so slightly to show how much he’s holding back, “I’m sorry, give me just one more minute.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry for,” Chuuya replies gruffly, looking down at Atsushi softly, “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Shut up,” Atsushi mutters, face flushing as he slaps Chuuya gently, playfully on the cheek, “You can move, just be slow.”
Chuuya nods, ducking down to kiss Atsushi soundly before pressing their foreheads together and beginning to make small, slow movements with his hips. He lets out a low groan as he starts to move, while Atsushi bites his own lip, caught between pain and pleasure.
Slowly, with Chuuya’s careful movements, the pain recedes and Atsushi lets out a quiet moan.
“Okay?” Chuuya asks, movements stuttering as he checks in on the younger.
“Good,” Atsushi nods, “Doesn’t hurt anymore. Keep moving faster.”
Chuuya does as instructed, dragging his hips so his thrusts are deeper and faster, but still gentle.
Atsushi whines, feeling like it’s not enough and too much at once, not used to the feeling but desperate for more. He shifts slightly, causing both of them to gasp as the angle Chuuya is hitting him at changes slightly. He lifts heavy legs to wrap around Chuuya’s hips, heels of his feet digging into the small of his back, causing the older man to let out a groan.
Chuuya keeps a steady pace, breath hot against Atsushi’s face from where their foreheads are pressed together. It’s surprisingly not uncomfortable, and Atsushi’s enjoying being able to feel when the older man’s breath hitches as Atsushi clenches around him.
“You’re so good, Atsushi,” Chuuya murmurs praises, “You’re so good for me.”
Atsushi’s back arches at the praise, causing friction between them that has a whine cutting through his moans.
Against his will, Atsushi feels his eyes well up, and for a second he thinks he can blink the tears away before Chuuya sees, but then they’re spilling down his cheeks and Chuuya’s movements are halting as he reaches out to wipe tears away with a shaking hand.
“What’s wrong, tiger?” Chuuya asks, eyes desperately searching the younger’s face, “Does it hurt? Do you want to stop? Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to stop,” Atsushi tells him, voice steady despite the stream of tears still making its way down his face, “Keep going, Chuuya, please. I want to feel you.”
Chuuya hesitates a moment before moving his hips again, slow movements that have them both gasping, Chuuya’s eyes briefly fluttering shut before opening again to lock on Atsushi’s teary ones.
“You gotta tell me what’s wrong, tiger,” Chuuya tells him, and the older man’s movements paired with his care is almost too much, causing more tears to spill from Atsushi’s eyes.
Atsushi feels so stupid for crying, but Chuuya just looks caring as he leans down and tries to kiss away as many tears as he can, hips still moving and spiking pleasure through them both.
“I’m just,” Atsushi is unable to stop a small moan from escaping as he tries to speak, “I’m just so glad it’s you.”
Chuuya’s breath hitches and the rhythm of his hips stutter.
“Fuck,” Chuuya breathes out, closing his eyes, “Fuck, Atsushi. You’re so good, so perfect. I don’t deserve you.”
His movements don’t stop, instead becoming more desperate and out of control. It hurts, a little, but Atsushi doesn’t mind.
“Too bad,” Atsushi pants out, “I’m yours.”
“God,” Chuuya moans, pressing his face into Atsushi’s neck, “You’re gonna be the death of me, tiger.”
Chuuya’s rhythm changes slightly, and he drags against a spot that has Atsushi crying out in pleasure.
“You like that, tiger?” Chuuya asks, voice rough and husky, and Atsushi lets out a whine, “Shh, I’ll take care of you.”
Chuuya strokes his hair gently as he keeps the new rhythm, hitting that spot with each stroke of his hips, making Atsushi dig his nails into the older man’s shoulders as he whines and moans.
“You need me to touch you?” Chuuya asks, and Atsushi shakes his head, bringing one of his shaky hands down from Chuuya’s shoulders to find its way between them and grasp himself lightly, letting out a small gasp at the touch on his sensitive skin.
“God, that’s hot,” Chuuya breathes, his hips stuttering for a moment before hitting that perfect spot inside Atsushi again, causing he younger to cry out as his grip on himself tightens instinctively.
Chuuya leans down to slot their lips together again, snaking his tongue into Atsushi’s mouth as the younger pants against his mouth, letting out a low moan.
“Is it good for you?” Atsushi manages to get out once Chuuya pulls away to breathe.
“Are you serious?” Chuuya groans, grinding his hips down against Atsushi as a steady pace, still brushing against his sensitive spot, “I’m not gonna last much longer. You’re so pretty, you feel so good. Make me feel like a teenager about to lose it early.”
Atsushi moans in sync with Chuuya as the older speeds up his thrusts, “I want to finish with you.”
“Not gonna last much longer, tiger,” Chuuya admits, breathing heavily, “How ‘bout you? You still touching yourself?”
Atsushi lets out a hum, squeezing himself and giving a few soft strokes in time with Chuuya’s thrusts that has him gasping for breath, “I’ll be able to finish when you do.”
“Can’t hold on any longer,” Chuuya moans, the rhythm of his hips lost in his desperation for release, “You ready?”
“Let go, Chuuya,” Atsushi murmurs, pulling the older man down for a kiss as he strokes himself lightly, letting go himself as he feels Chuuya release inside him.
“God,” Chuuya pants, stroking Atsushi’s cheek, still inside him as they collect themselves, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Could stand to hear it more,” Atsushi pants back, and Chuuya pinches his cheek softly.
“How are you a brat so soon after your first time?”
“It’s a unique skill.”
“Oh, you’re unique alright,” Chuuya says softly, “How are you feeling? Think you can handle me pulling out?”
“Mhm,” Atsushi nods, and feels the uncomfortable, overstimulating sensation of Chuuya gently pulling out, wetness trickling out after him, “I’m good. Tired.”
“Hurt at all?” Chuuya asks, and Atsushi shakes his head, then pauses.
“A little sore,” He admits, “But you took good care of me.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Chuuya asks further, and Atsushi can hear a tinge of insecurity. Chuuya might generally be a confident person, but there were times he was insecure, and being someone you care about’s first time was something big enough to be insecure about.
Atsushi wraps his arms around Chuuya’s neck and smiles tiredly at him, “More than enough to do it again, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“It wasn’t, but good to know,” Chuuya murmurs, brushing his lips against Atsushi’s in a way the younger can feel the smile on his lips, “I just want to make sure you had a good first time.”
“I did,” Atsushi assures him, “A really good first time.”
“I’m glad,” Chuuya smiles softly, “I’m gonna run you a bath then change the sheets while you clean up, okay?”
“Mhm,” Atsushi nods, slumping back into the pillows beneath him as Chuuya disappears from the room.
Atsushi doesn’t know how long Chuuya is gone, his mind wandering and replaying the night, the softness of Chuuya’s skin and words, the feeling of him inside him. Everything was completely new yet so familiar at the same time.
“Tiger,” Chuuya’s voice cuts through his thoughts, and Atsushi turns his head to look at the man standing at the side of the bed, “Let me carry you to the bath.”
“Don’t trust me not to fall over?” Atsushi jokes, vaguely aware that his words are slurring tiredly.
“No, I don’t,” Chuuya responds, but he lets out a quiet chuckle that makes Atsushi smile as the older man gathers him into his arms bridal style and carries him off to the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Chuuya gently lowers Atsushi into the bathtub before getting up and turning to leave, only to be stopped by Atsushi’s hand on his wrist.
“Stay,” Atsushi begs, and Chuuya looks conflicted.
“I need to change the sheets,” Chuuya reminds him softly, “I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done.”
Atsushi pouts but drops Chuuya’s wrist, instead settling into the bathtub and letting the warm water soothe his sore body.
He doesn’t realize he drifted off until Chuuya’s hand is shaking his shoulder and his voice is filtering in through his ear, “C’mon Atsushi, you can’t sleep in the bath, you’ll drown.”
“’m tired,” Atsushi mumbles in return, eyes fluttering open to meet the blue of Chuuya’s.
“Let’s get you out and into bed, then,” Chuuya sighs, “You can take a proper shower in the morning. I brought a pair of your overnight clothes.”
After a few nights spent at Chuuya’s apartment, borrowing the older’s sleep clothes, Atsushi had gotten the courage to bring a bag with a couple pairs of sleep clothes for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy wearing Chuuya’s clothes, it was their height difference that got in the way – moreso with pants than shirts, but it left Atsushi in uncomfortable clothes all night.
Chuuya had just shrugged when Atsushi showed up with the bag, clearing a space in his wardrobe for it without hesitation.
The older man now throws Atsushi’s overnight clothes in the wash with his own clothes – the ones he doesn’t dry clean, at least – and Atsushi always has his own clean, comfortable clothes for nights spent at his boyfriend’s.
Now, though, Chuuya helps Atsushi get out of the tub and dry off. Atsushi is mostly able to dress himself, but when Chuuya catches him wincing when it comes time to put on his pants, he jumps in to help. Atsushi doesn’t complain, just smiles gratefully.
“Carry me?” Atsushi asks, flashing Chuuya soft, pleading eyes.
Chuuya rolls his own eyes, but Atsushi feels the warmth of the older man’s ability as he reaches out to grab hold of the younger and pulls him back into a bridal carry.
This time, Chuuya keeps his ability active as he carries Atsushi back to the bed – complete with clean sheets – and sets him down, a testament to how tired the older man is, too.
Chuuya climbs on the bed after Atsushi and flops himself down on the younger’s chest.
“Sleep now.” Chuuya mumbles into Atsushi’s chest, and the younger reaches up to tangle his fingers in the older’s hair, humming in agreement.
They’re both out within the minute.