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It was quiet in Yutaka’s little apartment. Minoru sat across from him, finishing his bowl of rice. Yutaka briefly missed the small ball of sunshine that usually sat between them at their dining table. Missing Tane sometimes felt like missing his own heart, even when it had been scarcely more than an hour since they’d bundled the drowsy boy into his father’s arms on their doorstep. Otou-san had waved them both off- “Go back to the apartment, we’re going right to bed! No, no, don’t you dare sleep here. Off, the both of you!”
Yutaka had secretly been a little disappointed. Minoru had been… off, just a little, and it had anxiety pinging through Yu.
The clink of dishes brought Yutaka back to the present. He blinked at Minoru’s hands as they stacked the plates and bowls efficiently. He had powerful hands. Long fingers, pronounced knuckles. Muscles in his forearms from forming clay with Otou-san all his life.
It took Minoru standing up off his cushion to break Yu’s gaze. “Oh- I’ll do the dishes,” he hurried to say.
“Eh? You cooked.”
“Let me, please.” Yutaka followed him to the kitchenette, crowded him at the sink. “I put you through so much today. Sit down and rest.” He grabbed for the bowls, turned on the water, scooched his hips between Minoru’s and the edge of the sink.
“It was fine, Yutaka.”
He shook his head, “It must have been so awkward, being with them for the first time, especially with Tane, too.”
“Yu,” Minoru said, gentler, his hand laying over his under the spray of warm water. “It wasn’t. It was nice. Your family is kind. It really could have been… different. But they were kind.”
Yutaka looked up, realizing the way he’d bodied him aside at the sink had resulted in Minoru being so very close, his body pressed tight against him, his face inches away. Yutaka swallowed, his body tensing up slightly, his eyes roving over Minoru’s face and hair and eyes and especially his lips.
“Thank you for coming,” he said. Minoru had attended his father’s 62nd birthday today. It hadn’t been the first time they’d all met. But it had been the first time Yutaka, Minoru and Tane had arrived at the Hozumi home as a unit, as something… more than a unit. It had felt significant.
Minoru seemed to be following his line of thinking because he suddenly said, “Can I ask you something?” Yutaka nodded. “Your mother… what did she say to you in the kitchen?”
Yutaka jerked his face away, back to the sink, flushing bright red. “Y-You saw that?” He shook his head hard. “It wasn’t anything, Minoru-kun. Here, I’ll start these. Why don’t you get a beer-”
Minoru thumped his forehead onto the side of Yutaka’s head. “-kun? Don’t make me mad, Yutaka.”
Yutaka couldn’t help his slight laugh, strained as it was. “G-Gomen. Minoru.”
Minoru’s fingers were stroking his now, still under the spray of water. His voice was soft. “Tell me. The way you looked at me after… I want to know what she said. Tell me, Yu. Please.”
“She… When we walked in, I was holding Tane’s hand. She said she thought that, just then, I looked like,” Yutaka swallowed, feeling the back of his throat burn with emotion, as it had then. He whispered, “She said I looked like his mother, then.” Minoru’s shocked breath fanned over the side of his face. In the sink, his fingers pressed into the divots between Yutaka’s, threading them together. “I-It’s nonsense. Disrespectful nonsense. I’m a man, and you’re not even his father-”
“I’m not?”
The question lingered in the air. Obvious. Unanswered. Before now, unutterable. Too big and wide to be encompassed in two words. Too small to be spoken of. Something that felt real and yet was not true. Close to true- so close, sometimes, especially after they’d upgraded to one wide futon at Minoru’s house so the two of them could sleep in each other’s arms with their Tane laying, warm and sleepy and snoring, on one side of them. Close, too, when Tane’s crying started to change, a little less than a year ago. When he scraped his knee it was not for his father, or his brother, but instead for “Yuuu~” he’d whine. The pictures that came home from school, and the names of his dolls, and the names he gave to families of ducks he saw on their walks had all started to change. Something had changed and they had not spoken of it, plain too afraid to do so.
“Yu, if you looked like his mother, then, does that mean I looked like his father? And, Yu,” Minoru’s lips pressed to his ear. His breath was so hot when he whispered, “does that mean you looked like my wife?”
A little sound leaked out of Yutaka. His free hand leapt up to cover his mouth, trying to hold back anything more. Minoru was surprised, shifting to look at his expression. “Are you whimpering already, Yu-chan?”
The feminine term of endearment had a visible shudder going down Yutaka’s spine. Again, Minoru asked, “Already?” Yutaka leaned away from him slightly, embarrassed. Yutaka got one stumbling step away before Minoru caught him and spun his back to the counter.
“Does that mean- here, too?” And he cupped the front of Yutaka’s slacks. The reaction was immediate, another moan slipped out and his back arched. He turned his face aside.
“I get it,” Minoru murmured. “This is why you’ve been staring at me all night? Why didn’t you tell me?” Minoru crowded him again, rubbing him through his pants. “You’re already so hard, Yu-chan.”
“S-Stop, please. It’s embarrassing.” He pleaded.
“It isn’t.” Minoru insisted. “Look.” He braced himself on the counter with his free hand and wrapped his other arm around Yutaka’s hips, pressing them up against his own, grinding against him. “I’m like this, too.” Yu moaned again, trembling, clenching his eyes shut. Minoru groaned, pulling him in tighter with his arm, giving him another slow grind.
Minoru abruptly released him and caught the bottom edge of Yu’s shirt in his hand, pressing it up. “Hold this.” Yutaka obeyed, clutching it in his fist. Minoru’s hands drew down his slim belly, brushed the circle of his belly button. He unhooked the closure of his pants and slid the zipper down. He rounded the waistband of his pants and briefs in his fists and eased the fabric off his narrow hips. Yutaka whimpered when his penis was released from the confining fabric. “How long were you like this and not telling me?” His thumb brushed the crown. “You’re already leaking.”
Yutaka pressed the bottom of his shirt against his cheeks. “D…Dinner. Since right before dinner.”
Minoru kissed his ears, licking the shell, catching the lobe in his ear. Yutaka flinched at every movement. “You can be honest with me, Yu-chan. Tell me when you’re needing like this. Okay?”
“Okay,” Yu breathed.
Minoru released the fabric and cupped Yu’s hips. “You’re trembling.” He whispered.
“Gomenasai,” Yutaka whispered hoarsely.
Minoru went to his knees. Yutaka slammed his eyes shut. “Does it still make you nervous?”
“Un.” Yu confirmed. “Gomenasai.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Minoru’s breath fanned over his skin. His tongue touched his hardness, tracing a path upwards with the very tip of his tongue. Yutaka’s upper body flinched down, bending at the waist, his breaths coming fast and loud through his nose. Minoru’s tongue fluttered at the very head of him. Yu moaned into his fingers. Minoru said, “I like it when you get nervous. You get so red, and you shake and whimper for me. You look like a wife when you do. Ga suki desu, Yu-chan.”
“Mi-Minoru!” Yu gasped.
Minoru followed another line up him, this time flattening his tongue to cover more of his skin. “You’re leaking so much.” He tongued precum from his crown. “I can finish you right here, if you want to?”
“Iie!” Yu gasped, finally yanking his hand down from his lips, bracing both his hands on Minoru’s shoulders. “Beddo. Minoru,” he shook his shoulder a bit. “Kudasai. Onegaishimasu.”
Minoru rose his eyebrows at his pleading. “You’re sure? Can I…?” He cupped his ass in his hand and gave it a light squeeze. Yutaka nodded, swallowing.
Minoru instantly rose, lifting the other man into his arms. “You prepped for me?” He said, too loud. “You didn’t tell me.”
“You said we’d spend the night at my place,” Yutaka reminded him, lapping at the side of his throat, his knees tight on his hips.
“I love you,” Minoru said fiercely, laying him out on his bed. Yu laughed a little, fingers tumbling into his hair.
“Silly,” he whispered, affectionately.
Minoru stripped off, Yu’s fingers chasing his over and around his clothes, helping and hindering, feeling and stroking, teasing and cupping and pinching. His laughs turned into groans when Yu replaced his fingers with his mouth. He cupped his head as it traversed his chest and belly, nibbling, sucking, kissing, licking. Easing down to his hips until his tongue was dipping to taste him, too. Minoru used his hand to guide his mouth down the side of his length, then back up, his tongue darting all about. He opened his mouth like he was ready to take him in it, but Minoru tugged him back.
“Mm-mm. Want to be inside you somewhere else.” And he drew Yutaka down into the blankets with him.
Minoru pushed his shirt up and off first. Then he wrapped his arm around his neck and used the base of his hand to lift Yu’s lips up to his. They kissed softly, the wet clasps of their lips a steadying, familiar sound. They laid out on their sides, pressing their bodies together. Yu’s leg looped around Minoru’s thigh. They traded soft moans and the press of their tongues into each other’s mouths. Yutaka pulled back to remove his glasses. He leaned over Minoru to place them on a side table, and then stayed there, leaning on his chest, kissing him again.
Minoru’s hands stroked across his shoulder blades, down his spine, until his fingers could stroke gently over his ass cheek.
“Daijoubu ka?” Minoru asked.
Yutaka nodded.
Minoru’s fingers dipped between his cheeks, brushing over his hole. Yutaka shivered again, dropping his head shyly into his shoulder.
“Hey, kiss me.” Minoru murmured.
Yutaka framed his face in hands and returned to kissing him, his gasps and breaths trembling over his lips as he was touched.
Minoru pulled away to grab the bottle of lubricant from the drawer in the side table and wet his fingers. The first press of wet fingers against his hole had Yutaka’s mouth breaking away to loose a whine. Instinctively, he spread his legs over Minoru’s waist, granting him better access. Minoru’s middle finger slipped inside him. Yutaka’s hips immediately began to grind down into his. Minoru caught his ass cheek in his other hand, spreading him open wider, pressing more and more wetness inside him.
“Listen to you,” he whispered. “You’re already on the edge. You won’t last once I’m inside you.”
Yutaka shook his head hard, agreeing. “But… I still want…”
“Shh, I know.” Another finger slipped in beside the first, pressing in past his second knuckle, opening him up.
“S-Stop. I can’t.” Yu reached back and grabbed his wrist, fingers digging in. “Please,” he begged again.
Minoru rolled them back to their sides. He grabbed the bottle and said, “Lend me your hands.”
Yu offered one and Minoru smeared lubricant over his fingers. Yu slickened his cock, pumping him firmly, wetting every inch. Minoru groaned, his breath catching. Yu gave him a slightly tremulous smirk. Then he shifted the angle of his hips. Minoru’s fingers left his body and he notched Minoru’s crown against his opening. He hooked his leg over Minoru’s hip, his heel against his ass, encouraging the press of his hips. With a little gasp, he began to rock himself downwards onto him. Minoru grabbed his hips.
Yutaka breathed, relaxed, let himself be slowly penetrated. He was shaking again, this time from pleasure as Minoru took up space inside him. His sensitive nerve endings were pinging. He kept his eyes locked down between them, watching every inch disappear inside him. Minoru’s hands massaged his ass cheeks, pulling him open wider. Their hips met. Minoru kissed his collarbone while they paused there, fully connected, the two of them breathing harshly.
When he started to roll his hips back he coated himself with more lubricant, making sure the next slide was even easier. The next, even more so. Minoru looped his arm around Yutaka’s waist and gave him a harder stroke now that he was ready. Yutaka’s eyelids fluttered, and he released one of those pretty, shaky moans. Yu covered his mouth with his hand.
“Don’t want the neighbors to hear.” Minoru teased, and thrust inside him hard enough that their skin slapped.
“Oh,” Yutaka whimpered. “Oh- Minoru-”
“We’ll go to a love hotel next time, and you can be as loud as you want.”
Yutaka’s head went back with the next thrust, his fingernails digging into Minoru’s shoulder. Minoru panted biting his lip to try and keep his own groans from spilling out. He reached up, grabbed his lover’s hand off his shoulder, and pressed it against his lips.
“Help me,” he pleaded. Yutaka nodded quickly, leaning in closer to him.
Minoru’s moan vibrated through Yu’s fingers with his next thrust. Yutaka’s eyes locked on Minoru’s and he felt himself sliding in closer to him, until they were inches away. Minoru suddenly spun, rolling them until Yu was on his back and he was over him. Minoru grabbed the pillow he’d been sitting on on the floor and shoved it under Yu’s hips. The angle of his thrusts changed. The bed creaked. Yu desperately tried to catch their moans, groans, whimpers in his hands.
Minoru’s hand slipped down between them and grasped him, pumping him in time with his thrusts, and it was a key turning in a lock. With no warning, Yu was coming, fountaining his orgasm across his chest and belly, both his hands slapping over his mouth to contain his whining, whimpering, near sobbing climax.
“Fuck yes,” Minoru hissed, jerking his hand in his hips in tandem, reveling in the clamping of his muscles around him. “Fuck, Yu, fuck - unh!” Yu covered his mouth with his hand again, muffling his sharp cries as he climaxed, as he poured heat inside him, hips losing all rhythm. They rode it through, gasping, bucking, matching, until they could slow, until they could breathe.
Minoru leaned back, leaving Yutaka’s body carefully. He shivered when he did.
“Do you want a shower?” Minoru asked. “Or do you want me to just clean us up?”
Yu flushed a little. “Shower,” he requested, breaths still short.
Minoru nodded and stood. His knees felt steady enough- not always the case after sharing a bed with Yutaka- so he reached down and hefted his man in his arms. Yu gave a little yelp, locking his arms around his neck, immediately saying, “Oh, Minoru, don’t. ”
Minoru chuckled. “You’re not heavy, Yu.”
Minoru carried him to the bathroom, pausing outside the door for Yutaka to hit the button to heat the bath water.
“I’m a grown man,” he muttered.
“You’re my pretty wife.” Minoru countered, grinning as he settled onto Yu’s bath seat with him in his arms.
“You’re gonna keep saying that?” He asked, flushing again, leaning into Minoru a little harder.
“Does it bother you?”
“You could call me husband.”
“...Can I?”
Yu, realizing what he’d said, watched the light in Minoru’s eyes. His lips parted. Closed. He swallowed.
“Don’t panic.” Minoru murmured, smiling slightly. “This isn’t a proposal. Just… an acknowledgement. For the next time Okaa-san asks about our family.” He kissed his forehead. “Just tell her we are one.”
That made Yutaka smile. He hummed in agreement and settled his face into Minoru’s neck.