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It was Christmas Eve.
Their apartment was filled with cozy warmth, lit up by the glow of the Christmas tree’s multicolor lights. It was just the three of them, Shouta, Toshinori, and Eri. Plus the little gray tabby, Hana, that Shouta had rescued three years prior.
Toshinori had taken up residence on the couch, Eri cuddled up on his lap where she had fallen asleep leaning against his chest. He had been reading her a story, a book she had gotten for her birthday, his voice perfect for narrating. It was almost enough to lull Shouta to sleep too, if the purring little loaf of cat on his chest already hadn’t been doing the trick. Shouta himself had been sprawled on the floor near the tree after coaxing Hana from out of the branches once again and he hadn’t bothered moving after the little feline had taken her chosen spot on top of him.
It was comfortable, warm, and very domestic. Something Shouta never expected he’d have, this little picturesque moment.
Dragging his eyes open, calloused hands brushing over the soft little body perched on his chest, Shouta looked over to the couch when Toshinori’s voice petered off. Saw that his partner had stopped reading, Toshinori’s blue gaze looking down at the little sleeping girl in his embrace. A soft smile gracing the older man’s mouth as he held Eri so tenderly. The expression was full of fondness and love, making his eyes crinkle.
If Shouta believed in falling in love all over again, the sight before him would have done him in. As it were, Toshinori already had Shouta’s love. It didn’t stop the fond ache in his chest at seeing the two together, the other man so obviously smitten with the slumbering little girl. Shouta knew the feeling well, his own love for Eri was nearly overwhelming ever since he became her guardian over a year ago.
The quiet moment made him think of the ring he had hidden away in their bedroom and the question he wanted to ask Toshinori. Then of the adoption papers that were already being processed, to make Eri legally his daughter. Perhaps as early as the next month, she’d be Aizawa Eri. Of making all the important aspects of his life official. And how right it felt to think of them all together, married and fathers, a family, like something meant to be.
Even though he didn’t really want disturb the peaceful moment, much rather to savor it, he knew that they really needed to get Eri to bed. They had to get her presents out of hiding to put under the tree, so Eri would have the surprise of Santa visiting in the morning.
Somehow Shouta was eager to see Eri opening gifts they had picked out, to see her smile and bask in the magic of the holiday. He knew that Toshinori was excited about Eri enjoying Christmas too, the older man was always more into the Western holidays and traditions than he was. It was Eri’s happiness that made Shouta celebrate the holiday now.
Shouta couldn’t recall having anything like this as a child, but his own childhood had been lacking. There had been no tree, no gifts. Not when he had been in custody of his mother. Something he vowed to not let happen with Eri, even if he was not one to celebrate any of the holidays. For her, he’d do anything to give her what she had been denied for her first six years of life. He wanted to see her happiness, to see her thrive and grow, to move forward in life knowing she was loved. To hopefully outweigh all of the bad she had experienced with more good.
With some reluctance, Shouta adjusted Hana as he sat up, getting up to his feet with creaking knees to gently place the little gray tabby on the nearby cat tower. Hana making a displeased noise of being disturbed by one of her humans but still settled when Shouta ran his hand over a few times in apology. He moved over to the couch silently.
“Time for bed so Santa can come.” Shouta informed Toshinori quietly, dark gaze taking in the gentle way Toshinori’s hand ran over Eri’s silvery hair. She didn’t stir, sleeping safely held against the older man’s chest. These moments Shouta saw only gave him proof that Toshinori was meant to be a father, not only the way he took care of Eri, but of the students as well. He had just needed to be given the chance at it.
“Want me to take her?” Shouta offered, aware of his partner’s night routine. He would have gotten the pills and inhaler for him, but Toshinori was adamant in taking care of his own medication. Shouta would not take that autonomy from him unless otherwise asked to.
“Probably best. I need to take care of my night meds. I’m a tad bit late in getting them.” Toshinori sheepishly stated. He was weak to Eri just as much as Shouta was at times, so couldn’t fault the other man in not wanting to disturb the little girl in a moment of content.
Shouta took a glance at a close by clock and noticed that it was almost a half hour past Toshinori’s usual time for medication. Toshinori had been doing better on keeping a schedule on both his medications and his meal intake, which had only done him good. It had improved his day to day pain and eased a lot of his other health flare ups now that they had gotten him on a better regimen.
The exchange happened easily, Shouta bending enough to carefully scoop Eri up after Toshinori gave a soft goodnight to her, as she was moved from his lap to Shouta’s arms. With a practiced ease, Shouta had the seven year old in his arms, letting Toshinori to take his time getting up.
Eri moved easily into his embrace, little arms sleepily looped around his neck while he adjusted her light weight against his chest trustingly. She was out as soon as she had burrowed her face against his neck, tucking herself against his warmth. It was not surprising as her day had been full from the party the students held in the afternoon before heading home to their families for the holiday. Despite her wanting to stay up to see Santa, Eri had fallen asleep before Toshinori had even gotten through half of her new story book.
Shouta moved them towards her room while Toshinori got up to do his nightly routine. Once in Eri’s room, Shouta made sure to turn on the nightlight that lit up the room in a soft glow of scattered stars over the ceiling and walls. She was all ready for bed, having had her bath and wearing her favored purple unicorn pajamas, so it was just a means of tugging the covers down and tucking her in. When Shouta placed her Deku-green bunny plush into her arms, she curled around it instinctively and let a little sigh in her sleep before settling.
Shouta loved this girl, the feeling sometimes so fierce he wondered how he had managed before her coming into his life. He watched over her for a moment, hoping that no nightmares plagued her that night, though they were few and far between these days. He just wanted good dreams for her, maybe ones of presents under a lit tree or of a jolly fat man in a red suit. Instinctively, Shouta leant over to place a goodnight kiss at her temple.
“Goodnight Eri.” He murmured, running one hand over the crown of her head lightly before leaving the room, keeping the door open a crack.
He found Toshinori back in the living room, finished with his night medications and was rearranging the handful of gifts Eri had received from his students earlier in the day. It was very hard to keep everyone from just spoiling her, especially when so many doted on her. His students, the Big Three, the UA staff. Not to mention Hizashi and Nemuri, who teased him about being Eri’s favorite uncle and aunt. Eri deserved to be spoiled, but in moderation. And honestly, they were living in a dorm apartment, they only had so much room.
Eri wanted for nothing, yet was still surprised when someone gave her something. Like she still couldn’t fathom that she was allowed to have things and the things being hers. There were things that were still new to her, experiences and new freedoms she didn’t have before. Shouta had to push those thoughts away or else he’d want to go to Tartarus and commit murder on Chisaki Kai.
Shouta looked upon Toshinori, who had stood from his crouch by the tree, the tree’s glow casting soft shadows. The older man looked untroubled and at peace, dressed in a soft slightly baggy knit sweater and flannel lounge pants that did not match, yet were perfectly comfortable. Toshinori’s blond hair was a bit longer than when they first started dating, long enough that it could be put into a small ponytail but the long bangs were still framing his thin face. Shouta caught himself gazing at the man he loved, feeling that familiar flutter in his chest anytime he stopped to take in the feeling.
Shouta loved Toshinori. It was a fact of the universe, the love having grown deep roots over the past two years. He knew this, but it felt tenfold as he took in the other standing by the tree, with that gentle expression of contentment on his face. It looked so good on him.
“Did she settle down alright for you?” The familiar rumble of Toshinori’s voice brought him back from staring and standing there like a love struck fool. The older man’s gaze went from the tree to Shouta, settling on him with a lingering way.
“Yeah. She was already pretty out of it when she was with you.” Shouta replied, moving to stand next to Toshinori, reaching out to adjust a bit of line of lights on the tree that were likely dislodged by Hana getting into it.
Toshinori sighed, a happy little tilt to his mouth. Likely remembering the festivities of the day, they had been chaotic but in a good way. “I think she had a good day. I hope she will enjoy tomorrow.”
“Me too.” They both wanted Eri to be able to enjoy her childhood, to have these magical experiences. “We should get her presents under the tree before it gets any later.”
Toshinori smiled, a mischievous glint in his shadowed gaze. “Playing Santa. Maybe I should have gotten dressed up.” He even waggled his brows at Shouta.
Shouta rolled his eyes at Toshinori being ridiculous, even if he was amused, and not trying to be interested in seeing the older man dressed in such a way. He made a little startled noise when Toshinori reached out and tugged him into his arms, holding him close and starting to sway them.
Toshinori went into singing some English song about kissing Santa Claus, the only reason Shouta knew he had adjusted the lyrics was likely from hearing it on Hizashi’s radio show often enough. Instead of ‘mommy’, it was ‘daddy’ and Shouta couldn’t help the amused snort from escaping him.
“Stop.” Shouta gave his partner a half hearted glare, the smile threatening to lift his lips and the amusement in his voice giving him away that he was more endeared to the other’s antics. Toshinori continued and Shouta reached up to pull Toshinori into a kiss to shut the silly man up.
It was a kiss to shut him up but it was also just so Shouta could indulge in the simple pleasure of kissing Toshinori. Of course it wasn’t just a chaste one, not after a moment before it became deeper and indulgent. The kind that could lead to a lot more. Pulling back for air, Shouta liked the bit of flush dusting the blond’s cheeks, the way those blue eyes looked at him so intent.
“Alright, Santa. Time to work.” Shouta informed the other, reluctantly pulling away so they could get things set up before any further distractions occurred.
“Does that mean you’re my elf?” Toshinori asked. “You’d look really good with pointy ears.” Then proceeded to laugh when Shouta gave him a dirty look in response.
“You wish.” He snarked back, turning with a smirk on his lips as Toshinori chuckled behind him. “Come on.” He didn’t wait for the other, as they had to take care of their parental Christmas duties.
With that they went to get the gifts hidden under their western style bed, making a few trips to bring the assortment of presents for Eri out to put under the tree. There was a handful that were for them, from each other mixed in too. Once they were brought out, Toshinori settled on the floor to arrange them, to make it look good under the tree. The man took this fairly seriously, wanting to make it just right for Eri. It wasn’t unsurprising considering his dedication to different aspects of his life.
Shouta went back into the bedroom, just to make sure they got everything when he paused in contemplation. Something made him go to the closet, to open up the storage chest he kept his spare hero gear in. Unlocked the compartment in the lid where he had his spare tantos and plucking out the little velvet box he had hidden there a little over a month ago.
It was impulsive but it felt right. Even if there was a nervous flutter in his gut, he decided he didn’t want to wait any longer. Had already wasted too much time in waiting for the right time.
Shouta stood, shoving the little box in the pocket of his pink sweat pants before heading back out to the living room with Toshinori. Paused once more to take in the scene of the man he loved sitting on the floor before the tree, the gifts all carefully arranged and Toshinori seeming to admiring it all.
He didn’t have some grand speech figured out, didn’t plan any fancy dinner or elaborate scheme. Hadn’t even planned on doing this tonight. None of the supposed traditional ways sat right with him, especially not with the secrecy of their jobs to take in consideration. They didn’t need some unnecessary audience for this. Not when he was about to give physical proof that Toshinori held his heart and that he wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Shouta never thought he’d be doing this, that he’d have this kind of love for someone, yet here he was, because it was Toshinori.
It would always be Toshinori for him.
Perhaps there was something magical about Christmas after all.
Quietly, Shouta moved into the room and joined Toshinori on the floor, dark gaze zeroed in on his partner. Toshinori turned his attention to him, that smile that was warm and felt like only for him upon his lips. “What do you think, looks good?” Toshinori asked, gesturing to the tree with it’s gifts. Shouta hummed in agreement but his focus was all on Toshinori.
Shouta loved this man so much, he ached with it.
It was equally easy and hard to speak up, to take that plunge. “I have something for you.”
“Oh? An early gift?” Toshinori’s voice lifted in delight. They had planned to do their own exchange tomorrow, after Eri opened hers. But what Shouta wanted to give wasn’t really a Christmas gift he had planned. It was more a very important question.
Instead, Shouta gently took hold of one of Toshinori’s hands, cradling it palm up in his own before pulling the little box out of his pocket and placing it on the other man’s calloused palm. There was a small questioning and surprised noise from Toshinori, like a quiet ‘oh?’.
Kept silent as he watched Toshinori curiously hold the velvet box and lift the lid up to expose the ring inside. Saw the other man’s eyes take it in, almost in a baffled look, like he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Or perhaps more like shock not registering the ring snug in the box.
“I kept thinking I had to wait for this supposed ‘right moment’, even if I thought it was illogical. Any moment could be the right moment.” Shouta tried to not let the lump of feelings he felt keep him from saying what he wanted to say, unplanned as it was, though it was hard when Toshinori looked at him with growing understanding in his almost glowing blue eyes, the ring box held protectively in one hand. “But tonight…watching you, seeing you happy and then with Eri…I wanted this moment, this evening, to last forever. I want this, with you, forever.” He took a steadying breath, his own eyes locked on the other’s gaze that was building up with tears. “Toshinori. Will you marry me?”
“Shouta…you…” With a gasp and a brilliant smile that made his eyes crinkle causing tears to fall down gaunt cheeks, Toshinori leaned towards him. “Shouta. Yes.”
Relief swooped through Shouta, some part of him had been concerned with a refusal and suddenly Toshinori was pulling him in close to kiss him senseless. Shouta returned it enthusiastically, the joy of the moment passing between them like shared air as they kissed.
They pulled apart long enough for Shouta to take the ring out of the box and slide it onto Toshinori’s finger, where it fit perfectly. The silver and gold band gleaming with promise and as physical evidence of a future to be shared.
“It is lovely, Shouta.” Toshinori spoke in awe after the kiss, admiring the little bit of metal that stood for so much.
Shouta hadn’t gotten down on one knee, there was no candle lit dinner or some grand gesture. Just the two of them in lounge clothes, in the late hours of Christmas Eve, on the floor in front of a sparkling lit tree. It still felt perfect.
They were leaning towards each other, the moment full of bound energy and emotion. Shouta knew he had a uncontrollable grin on his face, feeling ecstatic and enamored with the man that was now his fiancé. Toshinori was nearly glowing, happy tear tracks over his cheeks. “I love you.” He murmured, reverently. The words didn’t seem like enough for the feeling he had for this man.
Blue eyes crinkled, softened even more. “And I love you, Shouta.” There was a smile on Toshinori’s lips that was driving Shouta mad in wanting to taste.
With nothing really stopping him, Shouta recaptured Toshinori’s mouth with his, hoping to convey the enormous feeling of love he held for him. At the moment, he felt like he was going to burst in the best of ways, just another feeling he had only experienced since being with Toshinori. Toshinori returned it eagerly, the kiss becoming passionate and deep.
Somehow it ended up where Shouta fell back with Toshinori following him the rest of the way to the floor, shifting and slotting their bodies together where Shouta cradled Toshinori’s hips between his thighs. With Toshinori’s weight over him and their growing arousals pressed together, Shouta couldn’t help but moan into the deepened kiss.
Shouta had the fingers of one of his hands buried in blond hair while the other had reached down to press against the small of the taller man’s back, in a dizzying attempt to gain more friction and closeness. Toshinori moved from kissing to nuzzling along Shouta’s neck, which he tilted enough to bare for better access. He wanted Toshinori’s mouth all over him. Though more importantly, wanted Toshinori inside him, as close as he could get him.
Toshinori braced himself on one arm while a warm calloused hand snaked up under Shouta’s shirt, his thumb brushing and pressing over one of Shouta’s nipples, causing the younger man to arch up into the lean body above him. The low groan Toshinori made mixed with the way he rolled his hips down to meet Shouta’s was delightfully maddening. He wanted more of it but his newly appointed fiancé pulled back after a moment, struggling to speak despite Shouta’s pointed look that spoke volumes of his mild discontent of Toshinori slowing things down.
The blond leant in enough to place a placating kiss to the corner of Shouta’s mouth in a small apology, which made the pause in their activities bearable. The infatuated smile on the older man’s face also helped. “Perhaps we should move to the bedroom? The floor isn’t very kind to this old man’s knees and I rather ravish you in comfort.”
Well, Shouta couldn’t disagree on comfort. Or Toshinori’s logic, it was sound. The floor was not optimal for this, not when neither one of them were as pliable after years of abuse from hero work. Also, attempting to have sex on the living room floor felt too exposed with the knowledge of a little girl sleeping just down the hall.
“Yeah…yeah, should do that.” Shouta tried to gather his wits enough to disentangle and get his bearings, helped to his feet by Toshinori after the other man had leveraged himself up with creaking bones. Couldn’t stop the giddy feeling though when he saw Toshinori looking at the ring on his finger, the mix of love and the knowledge that Toshinori said yes along with the need of wanting Toshinori to press him into the mattress was intoxicating.
Shouta had a small concern of having sex while a little seven year old slumbered down the hall. It was’t often they’d do more than fool around when she was in the apartment, often working something out where she’d stay with Hizashi and Nemuri for a sleep over. Shouta knew form the past couple months that Eri slept deep now that her nightmares had dwindled over the months after her rescue. If they kept quiet enough, it shouldn’t be a problem.
They made their way to their bedroom, Toshinori lightly pulling Shouta along, as if he needed the encouragement to follow, though enjoyed the way their fingers were intertwined anyhow. Keeping their footfalls quiet, they crossed the threshold of their room. Shouta didn’t like shutting the door completely, just in case Eri got up and needed them, but he shut it for now for privacy. One of them would open it afterwards.
As soon as the door was shut, Shouta found himself pressed up against it, Toshinori’s height boxing him in. Under other circumstances, feeling caged like this would make him feel defensive, yet with Toshinori, it just felt exhilarating. The kiss that followed was demanding, passionate, it made the blood in his veins to feel molten. Shouta muffled a grunt when Toshinori bent enough to heft Shouta’s legs up around his waist, and lifting him like he weighed nothing. Those moments where Toshinori used feats of strength like that just made Shouta that much more hot and bothered. Even in this thinner form, the older man still had so much power and strength.
Without breaking the kiss, Toshinori kept Shouta aloft with the younger man’s legs around his waist and hands latched over bony shoulders to hold on. He moved them to the bed after switching the lamp on the nightstand, before he toppled them both onto the bed. The drop broke the kiss but left them both breathless and Toshinori chuckling at Shouta’s half hearted scowl. The scowl meant little, as the amusement shown through dark eyes smothered any true ire.
Toshinori made quick work of divesting Shouta of his clothes, leaving him bare on the bed as he pulled back to remove his own clothing. Another time, Shouta would have liked to have peeled each article off of Toshinori’s tall frame, but he was just as eager to look upon his fiancé in all his naked glory. Even more eager to get his hands on him. Perhaps there was a bit of desperation in the moment, like neither of them could wait to remove those thin barriers from between them. The soft glow of the lamp gave enough light so they could appreciate each other, scars and all.
The blond fetched the bottle of lube from the nightstand by the bed, to keep it at hand. Toshinori resumed his position from earlier between Shouta’s legs after crawling up the bed, slotted there and very much welcomed. Shouta fervently pulling him down into a kiss, mouth hot and demanding. Both of them moaned and gasped into the kiss when their bare cocks pressed together when Toshinori lowered himself flush against Shouta.
Shouta pulled from the kiss, panting against Toshinori’s temple as the older man braced himself and took both of their members in hand to stroke them together. He could feel that little bit of metal on Toshinori’s finger grazing along his aching cock, like a reminder of what he had done just a little bit ago. Something about that ring, which meant so much, being felt against his flushed and aching length, adding extra heat building in his gut. “Nng, fuck.”
Reaching up to bury his fingers in Toshinoir’s hair, he pressed his mouth to the others, making it almost a deep and possessive claim with his mouth. Like if it was possible, he would curl up in Toshinori’s rib cage and live there, if he could. Fuck, his emotions were running high and he didn’t care, this was Toshinori and he let all his walls down for him.
Attempting to roll his hips up, to fuck up into Toshinori’s hand and against the larger dick against his, Shouta wanted more. Needed more. Near whimpered when Toshinori stopped, shifting to grab the lube from the wrinkles of the bed cover. “Toshi…”
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Toshinori murmured, nuzzling his nose against Shouta’s cheek before sitting up enough to work with his hands.
Shouta watched almost hungrily as the blond slicked his fingers up, moving enough to make room so he could get to Shouta’s entrance. Shouta shifted and spread his legs for better access.
“Look at me. Let me watch you.” Toshinori quietly demanded, that blue gaze so intent on Shouta’s, he kept his eyes locked. Only his lids fluttering when one long calloused digit breached after circling his hole, easing in carefully. Kept rapt attention as Toshinori used that single finger to slowly loosen him up for a long moment before adding a secondary finger, which elicited a sighing moan from Shouta. Then a third to lessen the burn of the incoming bigger stretch. Slicked fingers moved in and out at a steady pace, making him pant light and trying to rock down onto them to encourage more.
It was when Shouta was about to demand that Toshinori give him more or fuck him, was when Toshinori pressed in and curled his fingers into that bundle of nerves over and over that sent Shouta’s back arching and a choked cry to escape his throat. “Aah! Toshi -Toshi, fuck, Toshi…please!” Shouta covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to not be loud and failing a bit on that front. It left him panting hotly. His other hand gripped at the blanket at his side. His twitching cock was leaking, making a mess all over his abdomen. Knew he sported a flush that went down his neck and over his chest. Perspiration made his hair cling to his temples and Toshinori’s fingers still lightly massaged at his prostate at random, making his body shudder in response.
“Look at you…you are so stunning Shouta.” Toshinori spoke, voice warm with love, husky with want. Those eyes, pupils blown with lust making the bright blue a thin ring among the black sclera, seemed to devour him, making Shouta feel exposed more than his nakedness did. Like the love the other held for him just peeled the layers away.
Shouta wanted Toshinori like he needed air. “Please, Toshi…” Wasn’t quite sure what he was begging for, but knew all he really wanted was for his fiancé to get inside him already but didn’t have the words to demand for it.
Finally, even if Shouta whimpered at the loss of those fingers, Toshinori removed them to take up the lube once more and to slick up his straining cock. The noise that fell from those lips as Toshinori took himself in hand to stroke and spread the lube was a familiar song to Shouta’s ears.
Adjusting and spreading his legs to accommodate Toshinoir’s slender waist, Shouta reached for him while the other braced himself with one arm and used his free hand to guide his hot and hard cock into Shouta’s entrance. Pushing in, inch by inch, the thorough prep and lube making the slide easy until Toshinori bottomed out. Both men moaning, Toshinori at the heat enveloping him and Shouta at the familiar fullness of Toshinori’s cock seated so deep inside him.
Shouta pulled Toshinori close while they panted together to adjust. Pressing damp temples together as Toshinori ran his hand over Shouta’s side, feeling along his ribs soothingly. Shouta’s hands spread across the expanse of the blond’s back and bracketing his legs around narrow hips, hooking his ankles over the back of his lover’s thighs to keep him close.
“Shouta…” Toshinori ground out, though a moment later his mouth was occupied in a languid breath taking kiss.
The mood shifted from desperate need to a simmering tenderness. Neither seemed to be ready to move, Toshinori buried deep and Shouta keeping him from barely moving enough except for some lazy grinding as they kissed while they ran hands over flushed and heated skin. The minute shifting was enough to give friction to Shouta’s aching cock trapped between their stomachs, causing him to gasp and arch into Toshinori’s shallow grinding.
Their pleasure was heightened, more emotional than it had been moments before. A different sort of connection, something more like love making. It wasn’t the first and would’t be the last, yet each time felt special. Like the world fell away, all worries and shedding who they were to the world until it was just them, existing and melding together in the most intimate way.
He took Shouta’s hand in his, grasping fingers and Shouta could feel the press of the ring’s metal distinctively, making him hold on tighter. The ring’s notable presence a reminder of what had happened earlier, of the promise given.
“I love you.” Toshinori murmured close, nuzzling against the side of Shouta’s face as he moved to pull out enough to press back in, making Shouta take all of him again.
“And you…love you.” Shouta gasped, eyes fluttering and feeling like tears were trying to build up. Clung to the sharp shoulder blades, holding on like all that matter in that moment was to keep Toshinori close. The cry that fell from Shouta’s lips was more a sob as Toshinori hovered over him, pulling out just to slide back in a little more forcibly than the last. Voice wrecked, Shouta gasped out the words again. “Love you.”
The rhythm was slow at first, Toshinori keeping his thrusts deep, pressing in like he meant to merge with Shouta on another level. Their combined gasps and groans filling the bedroom, the slick sound of skin against skin joining in. Gradually it became more as their pleasure grew, climbing closer to climax for them both. Toshinori shifted to manhandle Shouta enough for a different angle so that each thrust hit Shouta’s prostate, driving him closer to the edge every time he buried his length inside. The targeted strokes lighting up Shouta’s body, his fast approaching orgasm building up until that was all he felt.
Shouta’s orgasm barreled through him with a strangled moan, vision whiting out. He came untouched as his cock spasmed and twitched, making more of a hot mess over his stomach. Toshinori’s movements became more erratic and continued to fuck him through his orgasm until the other man stiffened and shuddered through his own climax, spilling inside Shouta with a few jerky little thrusts before falling still.
Shouta made a slight noise as Toshinori semi-collapsed on top of him, not minding the weight even if the mess between them and sweaty hot bodies would drive him to make the other get off in a moment. Muscles spasming as they were both catching their breaths, Shouta trying to soothe Toshinori who was breathing harder with his only lung. Could’t help but press lazy kisses to the temple close to his mouth, blond hair tickling his nose and cheek in the process.
Eventually, Toshinori leveraged himself up, carefully disengaging and pulling out which made them both hiss at the oversensitivity. With a soft grunt, Toshinori flopped over beside Shouta, his large hand laying over Shouta’s heart, the hand with the silver and gold band on his ring finger. Shouta brought his own up to cover it, looking over to the man that held his heart and almost losing the ability to breathe as he looked at Toshinori. The other man had the most serene and fucked out look on his face, eyes soft and glowing from a mixture of heightened emotion and a well earned orgasm. Flushed and sweaty, his blond hair in disarray. He was so beautiful, it made Shouta’s heart and chest ache with love and affection.
“Hello, Mr. Fiancé.” Toshinori murmured with a indulgent and affectionate grin.
Shouta squeezed the hand under his, feeling euphoric, a small part of him hoping this wasn’t a some wonderful fever dream. “Hi.” He responded softly, knowing he likely had some dopey and smitten smile tugging at his lips.
They laid there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of not only of the sex but from the proposal. Content to linger in the moment until the sticky feeling of drying sweat and cum made Shouta uncomfortable and regrettably speaking up. “We should get cleaned up.”
Toshinori hummed in agreement before helping Shouta off the bed.
They couldn’t leave this mess like they would if they had been alone in the apartment. Especially not when they ran the risk of a little girl excited for Christmas morning coming to see if they were awake in only a handful of hours.
Making quick work of it, they took a shower together, touches lingering, before putting on fresh sleep clothes on. Shouta took care of shucking the soiled top blanket off their bed for laundering later and replacing it with another for the night.
Slipping into bed together, they took up their usual positions of where Shouta was tucked against Toshinori’s left side, as if to subconsciously protect the other man’s weakest spot while they slept. Resting his head on the other’s chest, Shouta murmured his love back to Toshinori when the other spoke it softly in the dark of their room. It took moments before he fell asleep to the sound of the familiar heartbeat beneath his ear.
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Shouta roused himself to the sounds of Toshinori’s muffled voice mixed with Eri’s outside the bedroom and down the hall. The other two must have woken earlier than him, as he found himself alone in bed. It took a long moment to recollect the previous evening, from putting Eri to bed and getting the presents out, to his proposal and the following round of amazing and emotional sex. The last two events making Shouta feel equal parts warm and like he was in a really good dream.
He made himself get up, taking care of business in the bathroom and dousing his eyes with drops before heading out to the kitchen where Eri had finished breakfast and Toshinori was cleaning up. His presence was noticed quick if the bright smile Toshinori gave him over one shoulder and the seven year old hopping off her chair at the dining table to come up to him, half crashing into his side in her eagerness.
“Zawa! You’re up! Can we do presents now?” Eri asked, those apple red eyes looking up at him from where she was standing at his hip, little hands clutched at one of his hands.
“Yeah, kiddo, we can. Give me a minute.” Shouta ruffled her hair a bit and suppressed a yawn, trying to get the energy gathered enough to handle the incoming Christmas excitement. Eri was off at a almost speed walk, like she wasn’t sure if she would be allowed to bound across the their apartment any faster, heading into the living room to the tree. He wanted to watch Eri be excited about this holiday she was still learning about. It was the second one she’d experienced after all. Quietly greeted his partner, leaning up enough to accept the kiss Toshinori gave him and humming appreciatively at the mug of coffee that was put into his hands. “Thank you.”
They moved at a slower pace, joining the little girl in the living room where she plonked down in front of the pile of gifts after looking to them if it was the right thing to do. It was thanks to the students she was even excited about it all, they had all been really good influence on her, at least in regards to Christmas. She knew she could be excited about this, that it was okay to make a bit of mess and accept gifts. Somehow gifts coming from a jolly magical man made things better for a child to receive them.
Toshinori joined Shouta on the couch, sitting close enough to touch. The blond resting his hand over Shouta’s pink clad thigh, the warm touch becoming a distracting focal point, even if it was not even close to being provocative. Shouta had to bury thoughts of Toshinori’s hands on him from the previous evening, even if it felt nice to have that hand resting on his thigh. Grounding and warm.
A startled Hana came bounding out from the package pile, like she had been hiding behind them under the tree until they disturbed her. The little tabby made her way up on the back of the couch to perch behind Shouta’s head, her purr just loud enough he could faintly hear it. Shouta was content to watch his little family, his focus on how Eri handled the morning.
They watched as Eri picked out something to open, carefully peeling the paper off to reveal something new for her to enjoy. She started out slow, showing them with timid happiness but with Toshinori’s soft encouragement, she got more into it. It still hurt to see her apprehensive in her actions, her uncertainty sometimes showing in things that were still new to her.
Occasionally Toshinori got up to help Eri or show her something she was inspecting that she had opened before settling back down next to Shouta. He even spotted the older man snapping a few pictures, ones Shouta would likely get to add to his own collection of Eri photos.
With Eri growing bold and finally tearing into some of her gifts, making a wrapping paper nest around herself, Shouta found himself looking at Toshinori. Toshinori who watched Eri with such fondness that it was obvious the man loved her just as much as Shouta did. Shouta already knew Toshinori made a good father, some day they’d make that official on paper too. As if sensing being watched, Toshinori looked over to him, eyes crinkling and mouth curving into a contented smile.
Freeing one of his hands from his mug, Shouta took up Toshinori’s left hand, bringing it up to kiss over the ring. Kept his gaze even when Toshinori’s got a little misty in remembering last night, felt the gentle squeeze from his fiancé in response. Held his lips to his knuckles for a moment longer, a not so subtle reminder of how much Toshinori meant to him. That he wanted all of this, with Toshinori and Eri, forever. Call him sentimental or soft, but this was a life he wouldn’t give up for the world.