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It’s honestly just another day of being alive when Naomasa decides he wants to kill Toshinori.
They’re sitting over a small plate of biscuits and tea outside a small cafe that’s far removed from the hustle and bustle of the inner city, most of the cookies eaten by Naomasa and most of the tea sipped by Toshinori. Toshinori did, in fact, have a small mouthful of tea when Naomasa so lightly asks, “So when are you going to ask me for sex?”
The tea meets the sidewalk with a spatter of blood, Toshinori hacking up whatever he’s got left of a lung into the handkerchief that Naomasa has ready for him. Some good samaritans in the cafe ask if Toshinori needs to go see a doctor, but he waves them away with a pink toothed smile and a glare to a bland smiling Naomasa.
“Naomasa,” Toshinori hisses, wiping away the blood on the corner of his mouth like smeared lipstick, “What are you thinking? You can’t just- you can’t just say something like that!”
“There’s nothing to say,” he replies genially, taking back the handkerchief only to toss it away in the garbage can a table behind them like he’s shooting a basketball. “Three points!”
“That’s two at the very most.” Toshinori gives his head a firm shake before hissing again, “What the hell were you thinking? In public? Where people can see us?”
“Nobody cares about us,” Naomasa says with a sweeping wave of his hand, showing Toshinori that lack of fucks anybody gave about them. One guy probably thought they were completely invisible or the biggest asshole on the block, as he blew sour cigarette smoke right into the skeleton man’s air and over their food. Naomasa pulled out another handkerchief and near about arrested that guy for public assholishness but considering he was making a point, couldn’t really do much. Toshinori hacked, wiped, repeat, and Naomasa made another three point shot. “At least when you’re not dying. For the record, please don’t make people care that way.”
“I’m not that reckless, Naomasa!”
Naomasa’s flat looked could level cities.
“... most of the time.”
Maybe even level a country.
“Not in the past few hours.”
Naomasa would argue that dodging into traffic to save a turtle trying to cross the street counted, but he let it slide for the bigger, and hopefully nice and big , issue at hand.
“We were talking about how you said you wanted to talk about taking our relationship further and then never did.”
“Ah, yes, well.” Toshinori gave the back of his neck an awkward rub, looking at everything except the one thing, person, keeping his attention. “I, uh, I would very much like to. Dick suck this. DISCUSS THIS. SHIT.”
“Me too,” Naomasa smirked at Toshinori trying to hide his face cradled in his giant hands, his eyes bright and mischievous over the lip of his cup of tea. “Especially the first part.”
Toshinori groaned in his palms, and promptly gave up trying to be a proper pinnacle of peace and good morals for the day. “You want to talk at my place or yours?”
“I really want to hear what you’ve got to say on the matter,” Naomasa says, eyes alight with things Toshinori is still a little too unsteady on to ask about yet. “My apartment is only a few blocks away.”
So they go.
It’s not like Toshinori isn’t already familiar with the perpetually paper strewn coffee table or how the kettle always has stale water in it that Tsukauchi forgot to dump, it’s just that, well. Toshinori has never been there for a Big Event. An Event of Magnitude. A Conversation of Importance.
“Sex.”
“That’s what I’m wondering about,” Naomasa grins, throwing the pillow in his way to the other side of the couch he’s not plopped on. His grin slips away the second Toshinori makes himself comfortable on his regular end of the couch. “But I’m going to make it very clear: If, for any reason, you aren’t comfortable with it or feel like you want it, then I don’t want it.”
“Naomasa-”
“I don’t care. I really don’t. Sex is nice and it’s a fun thing to do, but at no moment do we really need to have it.” Naomasa leans forward to grip onto Toshinori’s hand, “You’re more important to me than that.”
Toshinori can feel himself choking up with something not bloody but just as powerful. “Thank you,” he manages without coughing. “I mean that.”
Naomasa’s hand squeezes his. “Any time. Every time. All the time?”
Toshinori gives a light chuckle. “Yes. But, that doesn’t stop my original conversation topic.”
Naomasa’s eyebrows rise up with the color on his cheeks. “So you’ve made a decision?”
Toshinori shoots a bashful grin echoing the powerhouse of a man he used to be. “I made my decision a long time ago. I just wanted to be sure you’d be alright with all,” he motions to his entire body, “85% of me.”
Naomasa’s grin makes a bright and shining triumphant return. “I like to think I’m getting 15% less hero bullshit for 100% of the man.”
“You got me on sale ? Naomasa!”
He wants to feel offended, not really no, maybe a little, but he’s too happy and giddy with being so open with someone, with that person he can trade shits and giggles with without feeling like he’s going to explode on a hidden landmine with his hero name written all over it.
It’s only when they’ve stopped laughing, gravitating towards one another until their foreheads are leaning up against each other, that they drift into a comfortable silence, letting themselves appreciate the companionship that permeates their very existence.
“You know,” Naomasa rumbles low in his throat, tilting his head up a little higher to talk against Toshinori’s lips, “what we could be doing?”
Toshinori hums thoughtfully, even as he curls himself over his partner a little more, nudges his bumpy twelve times broken nose with an only twice broken one so he can share the air a little tighter. “Solving the economic crisis in lower income areas often populated by foreigners and morph quirks by giving them the education and tools they need to succeed rather than ignore the growing problem of the A-Body Type Preferential?”
“Toshinori what the fuck .”
“It’s just an idea,” Toshinori’s cheshire grin splits his face nearly in half at Naomasa’s sheer incredulity. “One I implemented just a few days ago by assigning several very well known and respected project managers and social justice advocates to the job. So that problem is at least being taken care of as we speak.”
Naomasa stares at him. He sighs and lets his forehead fall into the crook of Toshinori’s neck. “God damn do I adore you. You and your stupid good natured and caring ideas, always caring about the public and ruining the mood with social changes and programs.”
“I’m just that savvy, aren’t I?”
“Clearly the hottest man alive.”
Toshinori still can’t stop smiling as he takes hold of Naomasa’s firm hips in hands that span nearly Naomasa’s entire waist. “Is that a point in my favor?”
Naomasa snorts and grips Toshinori’s loose slacks around his thighs. “Always, you big heroic softie.”
It’s only a small head tilt up for Naomasa to reach Toshinori and his stupid teeth.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but stop smiling.”
“I can’t! I’m too… up there.”
“Up there?” Naomasa places his own hand on a place that definitely grabbed Toshinori’s attention more than a kiss did. “How about down here instead?”
“Down there is good,” Toshinori answers quickly, hastily leaning a little back into the back arm of the couch while still curving his body to Naomasa, his hips closer to his partner’s by spreading his legs and caging in Naomasa with his knees. “Down there is very good.”
“I sure hope so,” Naomasa gives his own grin at the way Toshinori’s breath picks up, his slacks getting a little firmer the more Naomasa’s rubs through the cloth. “Otherwise we’re just going to have to talk about social rules and society’s poor moral standings and that’s a real dick riser right there. Sure you don’t want to do that instead?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Naomasa shuts up and kisses him.