One Lazy Afternoon

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(A few years of dating and one marriage later) Kiyotaka and Satoru recreate their first kiss one lazy afternoon. (It doesn’t actually work out that way.)

(Prompt from the otppromps generator. Japanese fans celebrated GoIji Day on 5/1!)

Notes:

Edited by me, sorry in advance. Originally posted on tumblr / Oh, I want nothing more than for canon gojou to be nice to ijichi and realize he’s in love with the man who has been quietly by his side since their high school days. Also, it’s probably a little fast-paced, but I can’t really tell right now.

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Besides the television droning about the weather and the noise coming up from their balcony the apartment is quiet. It’s a little after noon, and after a hefty lunch Satoru is starting to feel sleepy on the couch.

He doesn’t mind it though. It’s not often that he gets a day off like this where he doesn’t have to go out and hunt special grade curses. It’s rarer still that Kiyotaka gets the same day off, and to think it all happened by chance.

He rolls his head to look at Kiyotaka on the other side of the couch. He’s reading some book he bought yesterday.

“What is it?” Kiyotaka asks, turning a page in his book. Satoru thinks he looks so cozy all curled up in the corner with the bear blanket he’d bought from the thrift store. Satoru snorts.

“Hmm?”

Satoru turns off the television and crawls over to Kiyotaka, pulling the blanket just enough so he can get under it himself. Kiyotaka adjusts himself into a more comfortable position. Satoru nearly purrs when his head rests against Kiyotaka’s chest.

“Mm, you’re married to one of the richest sorcerers, and you buy a blanket from a cheap department store,” he mumbles. “You also look really cozy.”

Kiyotaka chuckles softly, and Satoru closes his heavy eyes with a smile.

“That is kind of funny,” Kiyotaka says.

“I’m falling asl…”

Realizing Satoru has fallen fast asleep Kiyotaka closes his book and gently tosses it onto the coffee table. He figures he should join his husband in an afternoon nap and wraps his arms around Satoru and closes his eyes. “I’m happy you’re home,” he says aloud, “with me.”

The sun has dipped further into the sky, casting a deep orange into the living room. Kiyotaka doesn’t see Satoru anywhere and starts to sit up, looking around for the time.

“You’re up,” Satoru says, coming from the kitchen with a glass of water.

Kiyotaka nods gratefully taking the cup. “How long did we sleep for?”

“Probably three hours.”

“That’s long, uh, for us. We haven’t done anything we said we would."

“I don’t mind, I like it,” Satoru says, pushing Kiyotaka’s loose hair behind his ear. “We don’t get a day like this too often.”

Kiyotaka watches Satoru as closely as Satoru watches him. He puts the cup on the coffee table by his book. Satoru still looks the same as he did several years ago. He traces the features of his face and wonders how he ended up with someone so handsome. He wonders what Satoru sees, probably a disheveled, bed-headed man.

“Hey, do you remember our first kiss?” Ijich’s asks, bringing his knees up to his chest as he sits facing Satoru.

“Our first kiss…?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember?” Kiyotaka says, mock disappointment on his face.

Satoru makes a face. “I don’t. I’m pretty sure it was awkward.”

“Well, you’re right about that,” Kiyotaka laughs. “I don’t actually remember it myself. I’m only asking because I had a dream about it. We were back in high school, and the cherry blossoms were finally falling just like that day. I remembered the taste of a cherry blossom petal that got caught between us, but I couldn’t feel it. I wanted to feel how soft it was.”

“Kiyotaka,” Satoru says, leaning in, “I’m the real deal. If you want me to kiss you, I will.”

Kiyotaka blocks Satoru’s lips from coming near his face.

“Satoru,” he grumbles.

Satoru doesn’t falter, he presses a kiss into Kiyotaka’s palm.

“We don’t need to remember our first kiss,” Satoru says, grabbing Kiyotaka’s hand and pressing it against his cheek, “I have plenty of ways to kiss you now.”

“Yes, but it’s how we realized we liked each other. It’s special.”

“I’m not denying it.” Satoru holds up Kiyotaka’s other hand to admire the wedding ring that looks exactly like his. He kisses that, too.

Kiyotaka relents with a sigh. He understands what Satoru means. They’ve been together for so long and every kiss they’ve shared has been special in some way.

Satoru gently pushes Kiyotaka back onto the couch. “Besides, I don’t want to think about high school. It was an embarrassing time.”

“You were always bullying me,” Kiyotaka pouts, and Satoru thinks he’s lovely with his lightly flushed cheeks and his splayed out hair.

“You were too cute, and I was a jerk.”

“You were also there to comfort me when I felt bad after failing a mission or a test,” Kiyotaka smiles, cupping his face in his hands. “That counts too.”

Satoru slips away and exhales.“I can’t.” He stands up. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“All worked up already?” Kiyotaka teases. “We haven’t even tried recreating our first kiss yet.”

“Well, too bad, we’re way past that now.” Satoru lifts Kiyotaka up effortlessly, princess-style, and carries him to their bedroom.

Kiyotaka grabs onto Satoru so he doesn’t fall off. “I really can’t with you.”

“As long as it’s only me.”

“For as long as I live.”

Satoru kisses his forehead. "Good."