#👈🏻he exist and we have to deal with it

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slayyyyyyyyyyyy

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Eating up your Harumasa content about him and cockwarming, May I request more of that pls🙏🏻Maybe some (consensual) somno as well👉🏻👈🏻

🍓I kept this in the drafts until baby girl came out! Happy Haru release day my loves <3 I hope you all enjoy him as much as I do!!! I fleshed out the original post into a full piece, so I hope you don't mind too much my love. Didn't do the somno unfortunately, just couldn't fit it in naturally.

Minors DNI!!

TW: NSFW; Grammar errors; Written pre-story quest so inaccuracies are bound to appear <3

Info: Harumasa x Reader; Fem bodied reader; They/them pronouns/ you/yours

Harumasa had a long day. You can hear it from the kitchen, the way his feet drag against the floor and the grunts he lets out as he fights off his shoes. You hear him cuss them out after they thump against the hardwood of your shared entrance. Then his feet drag their way all the way to you, finally slumping over your shoulder with the most relieved sigh.

The way he acts, it seems like he just came back from an unending war. That wasn't the case, of course, it was more likely that Yanagi asked him to do his portion of paperwork and he just didn't want to do it. (Then he would proceed to do not only his but also finish Yanagi's and Miyabi's if he saw fit.) His arms wrap around your waist, and he hums happily. It's cute enough that you set down the knife you were using to run your fingers through his pretty silky black hair, turning and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Hello, my love," you coo, "How was work."

It takes him a moment to respond as if he was soaking in the words fully before yellow eyes peered up at you, "Mmm, long... and hard."

You're too late to catch the innuendo, and his hands have already slid up from your stomach to give your chest a squeeze. Simultaneously, he pulls you back into him, and you feel that he is in fact long and hard. It draws a gasp from your lips, which satisfies him into sighing against your skin.

"Harumasa," you deadpan, pulling at his hands which won't budge for anything, as always.

He doesn't humor you with a response, pressing heated kisses up and down your neck. It's a tactic he loves to use, buttering you up just so he can get what he wants. It was infuriatingly effective. Still, you were in the middle of making dinner for him. Certainly, he could let you finish doing that.

You manage to push his head away from your neck, which has him whining like a child, but you don't relent and he finally pulls back enough so you can look at him. "We need to eat, Haru."

"I was getting to it," he quips back, smirking that annoyingly cute smirk.

"We need to eat food," You insist, gesturing to the half-made meal on the countertop.

He pouts at it like it was personally offending him just by existing. Then you see him go over the ingredients, and his face lights up just a little. You were making his favorite, figuring it would be a nice treat after a long week at work. Spoiling him was one of your favorite pastimes, after all.

Conflict arises in his pretty yellow eyes, and you watch him debate whether he'd prefer eating you out or eating your homemade cooking more. He comes to his decision by pulling away from you, a deceptively innocent smile on his face.

"Alright, I'll let you finish up," he hums, leaning against the countertop next to you.

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow at him, "But...?"

"Mmm," he taps his chin, feigning consideration and you already know what he's going to ask, "You have to cockwarm me while we watch a movie!"

Of course. It was his favorite thing in the world, especially after a long workday and a good meal. Most weeks ended like this, but it didn't bother you too much. It wasn't a bad deal for you, as annoying as he was about it.

You don't give him a direct answer, simply sighing and turning back to working on the food, "What movie did you have in mind...?"

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Dinner isn't as relaxed as you wanted, not with Harumasa practically squirming in excitement across from you. You do your best to pretend it's not happening, eating the food you prepared and mentally preparing yourself for the night you have ahead of you. He practically bounds to the living room when you finish, and you know once you finish cleaning up he won't have the patience to wait any longer.

It was childish, but you couldn't help but find it cute. He rarely allowed himself to be this carefree, so indulging him was the least you could do. So you set the last of the dishes in the sink and make your way to the living room, sighing at the sight of him already palming his hard-on through his work pants.

When he notices you there he gives you a lopsided grin, patting his thigh with his free hand. He works his belt and pants open, and it gives you the idea that maybe you should mess around with him too. It was supposed to be fun for both of you after all, right?

He pouts at you when you don't immediately swing your legs over his lap like an obedient dog, jerking his neglected member in his hands a few times for emphasis. You snort at the sight, patting his thigh reassuringly before turning around to face the TV. You hear him let out an annoyed grunt that catches in his throat when you slowly slide your pants over your hips, around the fat of your ass, and finally down the meat of your thighs until it hits the floor.

He grabs at one of the cheeks, humming appreciatively to himself as the digits sink into the fat, "Maybe we should cut the movie altogether..."

You tut at him, swatting his hands away to give him the same show with your underwear. He inhales deeply at the sight of your glistening pussy, exactly the reaction you wanted. With a playful smirk, you turn and slide your legs on either side of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"You're being a brat~" He sings in your ear, lining himself up with your entrance.

You pout innocently, "You didn't like the show?"

He doesn't humor you with an answer, instead guiding your hips down until you are fully seated on his dick. It stung a little not being properly prepped, but you had all the time in the world to adjust. Harumasa loved taking his time with things like these, after all.

He leans over to grab the remote to the DVD player and starts the movie. It's some stupid family film from over a decade ago about mutant rodents saving the world or something like that. You were never too interested in stuff like that, but Harumasa always brought those kinds of films home for cockwarming. Why, you had no clue, but they were delightful distractions.

The beginning is always the easiest for you. It's all nice and pleasant as you adjust to the stretch. You're able to rest your head on his chest and peer over your shoulder at the movie. He's surprisingly cold, which soothes the raging heat that builds in your core. His hands rest against your sides patiently, lying in wait for whenever he decides he's grown bored of the movie.

Perhaps that's why it's so easy because the start is mostly skinship. Harumasa may be a tease, but he does love having you close like this. It's almost innocent if only his cock wasn't buried inside you as deep as it would go.

It starts getting hard when his hands start moving around, which is where you're at right now. They slide from their place on your waist down to your ass, rubbing and squeezing the skin like a stress ball. Then they'll find their way to your thighs, dancing along the meat of them and running his thumbs over the tops before falling back to your ass and repeating the process.

You shiver, stiffening up in his lap as he repeats the motion for the millionth time. An unexpected sharp pain erupts from your ass, and it takes your brain a second to process that he has smacked you. You pull back to glare at him, and he returns the look with an innocent smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I can't pay attention to the movie with you squirming like that," he scolds lightly, pressing you back into his shoulder.

You fight the urge to grumble back a 'neither can I', and instead try not to focus on the ever-increasing heat in your groin. It's much easier said than done, as each little twitch from either of you gives you a painful reminder that he's balls deep inside you and you can't do anything about it. He laughs at something in the movie and it travels from his chest right through his dick and into your weeping cunt.

You give up on paying attention to the movie at that point, deciding trembling into his shoulder was a better alternative than pretending you were fine. You nose the column of his throat with shaky breaths, burrowing yourself into his shoulder with a pathetic sigh.

He coos at you, running his fingers through your hair in what's meant to be comfort. You know he's just doing it to annoy you, though. Your spine tingles as his fingers tug a little at the hair, your pussy clenching around him in favor. He groans, pulling a little harder to get you to look at him.

Again, you see something like contemplation behind his eyes, then he smiles at you. His hand comes down from your hair to press your neck forward, and he locks lips with you. You sigh happily into the kiss, not realizing how desperately you'd wanted the attention until now. It seems he knows that, with the way he smirks into the kiss before gliding his tongue across your lip.

You happily give him the access he craves, humming as his tongue slips in and pressing against yours. He tastes bitter, like the medicine he takes every day, but the taste is welcome from your neglected body. You graze your fingers against his collarbone and he finally reacts, pressing his hips up into yours before correcting himself.

As if knowing you'd try it, his hands firmly pressed you to him, not allowing you to move. You whine into his mouth, and he pulls away to smile at you, head leaning against the back of the couch. His face is red, but he looks so satisfied which almost makes the torture worth it.

Deciding you can't handle how pretty he is, you lean down to litter warm kisses against his neck. He sighs, lulling his head to the side to give you better access. You suck at the pretty skin, nibbling on whatever your lips can find. You feel the effect it has on him, dick twitching inside you with each new mark you leave. He continues to run his fingers through your hair, humming contentedly as you service him.

It's when you get to his collarbones that he pauses you, pulling your face up to his. He presses a sweet little kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle. He tilts his head to the side, running a finger along your cheek, "How was your day, baby?"

You respond softly to his musing, answering all his questions about your day. Then, in the middle of telling him about what your boss made you do that day, you feel it. His hands very slowly ease your hips into a short, circular movement. You choke on the words, shuddering at the sensation. It felt... so good, you forgot how to think for a moment as your neglected pussy throbs at the attention.

Harumasa tilts his head at you, though he's smirking, "What was that?"

You stutter out the rest of your response, hardly coherent, but it satisfies him nonetheless. He continues to work you against him at the same slow and easy pace, a master of making things long and drawn out.

Those fingers that had been steadily controlling the pace, slide under your shirt to rake against your ribs. Bunching the fabric up along with your bra and tugging it off your body. Your skin pebbles in the cold air of your apartment, and his hands are quick to glide over it to heat it up. He lets out a low whistle at the sight of your tits, hands immediately cupping them like they belonged there.

Your hips stutter at the new sensation, earning you a look from him that makes you return to the previously set rhythm. Without breaking eye contact, he leans forward to kiss over your chest. Even at the awkward angle, he manages to rub every sensitive spot deep inside you, all while sucking pretty red marks into your hot flesh.

He keeps that up for a long while, ensuring that neither of you can cum until he wants you to. It's sweet sweet torture. The pleasure curls up in your gut, unable to release but somehow forever building up.

All at once his head lulls back and his oh-so-steady rhythm suddenly becomes unreliable. His hips stutter against his beat, but he keeps up that slow pace as best as he can. His hand comes down to roll your clit under his thumb, and you finally feel yourself building to your orgasm. He's close too.

"Baby," he whines, gripping your hip tightly, "lemme stuff you, please? I'll getcha plan b in the morning, jus' lemme this once."

He always says that. Not that you're coherent enough to remind him of that fact. All you can think of is how badly you wanna cum, and how you'll say yes to anything to reach that high. So you awkwardly bob your head in a 'yes' motion.

His eyes roll back and he groans, picking up his pace finally. Your hips rut into his with a fervor you didn't know you were capable of. You slump forward, moaning into his shoulder unabashedly. The coil in your stomach twists and twists until it finally snaps.

At the same time, you feel his warm hot cum flood your insides. His cock twitches with each release, and your walls tighten around it almost encouraging the action. His chest rises and falls in succession with yours, fingers curling in your hair soothing both of you.

Your eyes slowly drift closed at the gentle sensation, sighing happily into his shoulder. He presses kisses to your temple, but you know he's just as spent as you are. Neither of you would be leaving the couch, not that it was a problem when he tugged one of your throw blankets across your back, pulling you down into a much more comfortable sideways position.

You drift off with his dick still inside you, the warm sensation of his cum inside you calling you to rest. You always sleep well on nights like these, wrapped up in one another.

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REMARY THOUGHTS???? care to share?? 👉🏻👈🏻 <3

this ask is so old I'm so sorry :') it took me a while to actually sit down and organize my brain but YES REMARY!!! they are so near and dear to my heart... the ultimate popular x loser hallmark movie romance, honestly.

the way i interpret Mary is pretty simple compared to other characters. she's just so... normal. like genuinely. her childhood was normal, her parents were normal, she may be a muggleborn, but it wasn't a huge deal in her family. she gets good grades, she has a lot of friends, she's just a typical teenage girl in the 70s. which is why it shocks everybody when news gets out that she likes Remus, a guy who is very much not normal.

Remus' life is honestly such an utter dumpster fire that i think he really cherishes his time with Mary. at first, he, of course, thinks she's joking. who could love a werewolf, he's such a monster, he doesn't deserve good things, yada yada yada. but after a series of tender moments that show how earnest her feelings are, he kinda lets himself relax. let's himself have this one good, totally normal thing. which i think is why i like them so much? they're just very calm in my brain, in a way so many marauders ships just aren't or can't be. they don't fight, they don't hurt each other, there's no drama.

they really are straight out of movie. they're a sweet christmas love story, right person but not enough time. even during the war, i can't picture their relationship turning into this toxic, unbearable thing. it's definitely not sunshine and rainbows because war literally never is, but they maintain that sense of calm and peace and normacly that Mary naturally brings with her presence. they have their routines (Mary starts an internship at st. mungos, to be a healer for the Order. and i imagine Remus gets multiple odd jobs aswell as going on missions here and there), and theres just an air of serenity around them. no one has to worry about the stability of their relationship because there's no secrets or suspicions. when news of the traitor is shared, literally nobody looks at them except for Sirius (if we think of this in a canon compliant sense anyway)

but of course, good things can't last forever. and i really emphasized Mary's normalcy at the beginning of this because when the war is finally over, i don't think she can deal with any of it. All of her friends are dead, one of them is a traitor, Harry was taken away, and she's traumatized. Remus had trauma already, he knows what this feels like. it doesn't *ruin* him. but this is new for Mary, she doesn't know what to do with the emptiness and pain, and she doesn't know how to talk about it. she wasn't built for this. and like many survivors of trauma, she just wants to go back to when she was typical girl next door Mary Macdonald. i think we know what happens next 😕

i heavily subscribe to the Mary obliviating herself hc. it's tragic, it's painful, and when considering remary, it's especially heartbreaking because she wasn't murdered. she chose to leave Remus. and he can never get closure because she simply doesn't remember him. you can't confront a person who doesn't exist anymore, can you? the Mary he knew and loved is pretty much gone.

i imagine he tries to make it work, get close to her again, and try to get her to remember, but in the end, he hurts more than he helps her. and he's forced to just let her go. she moves on, thinking she's a muggle, and i think he just... tries not to kill himself too fall off the face of the Earth.

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can i ask for nerdy y/n and jaehyun but this time it's y/n that denies jaehyun existence or their relationship 👉🏻👈🏻

[3:19pm]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: reader is a butt to jaehyun, blowjob (male receiving), dirty talk, facial

jaehyun slips away from his friends and makes his way over to you, his hands tucked away in his pockets. “hey, babe.” he whispers the last part.

he frowns a bit. “baby,” he nearly whines. “what?” you answer without taking your eyes off the book. “hi, i miss you.” he says, tilting his head.

“mhm, oh look. your friends are calling for you. that’s your que.” you say pushing the chair back and standing up, yanking your backpack off the ground and leaving the classroom.

you get bumped into from behind, a squeal following. “oh, my lord! you just talked to the jeong jaehyun! how did it feel?!” when you don’t reply to your friend, she smacks your shoulder.

“felt.. like nothing. he’s just a boy, no one special.” you shrug her arm off your shoulder.

it was lunchtime, kimchi and tofu soup.

you had gathered with your small friend group and sat at the table you guys always sat at.

you couldn’t eat cause you felt as if someone was burning their eyes into the back of your head.

“oh, my god!” you jump at the high pitched squeal coming from your friend. “the jeong jaehyun is staring at you, y/n!” she says pointing at the boy.

you turned your head slightly at the boy who softy grinned at you. his dimples deepening when seeing your pretty eyes and cheeks. it soon fades when you turn around with an eye roll.

“are you guys like.. a thing? he’s been eyefucking you all day.” you scrunched your face up. “no.”

nothing special. no one special. but he was so special.

gym time.

“team up!” the coach yells and then blows his whistle making you and the others go deaf.

you looked around and watched as everyone got into pairs. jaehyun would always pair up with you but this time he paired up with another girl. and then another. and another. and another.

ouch.

“hey stupid. let’s be a team— we don’t have a choice anyway.” you nod and join your friend with a laugh.

a simple game of kickball. divided into groups of four. two different teams going against each other and the other two going against each other.

“y/n, run! run!” the people around yell causing you to snap out of your thoughts of jaehyun and those girls around him. “shit.” you mumble, running to the next base only to trip and fall onto your knees.

“ah.. sss, shit.” you hiss, feeling the rocks and pebbles dig into your skin.

several people running over to your aid, it felt weird. no one ever noticed you.

everyone stops their games when hearing the whistle being blowed.

“stop! we have an injured student!” he announces waving an X with his arms. “y/n, are you okay?” he lowers himself down. “yes. i’m fine, Mr Lee.” you shake your head and try to get up but the scolds of students around you making you sit back down.

“—move— y/n?” you look ahead of you to see your boyfriend squatting down in front of you. “are you okay?” you don’t answer, ignoring him instead.

“guys, i’m fine. it’s not a big deal—?” the coach stands up. “someone take her to the infirmary, now.” he demands making jaehyun raise his hand.

“i will,” he turns back to you. “y/n—?” his eyes following you as you get lifted by another male student.

“yes, Mr lee.” the student nods and walks off with you in his arms.

so embarrassing.

school ended, thank god.

you were walking home, to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.

you sigh, entering the home and instantly bumping into a firm chest as you close the door. “jae, hi.” you toss your backpack on the floor.

“y/n.” he says firmly.

oh.

“yes, jae?” you attempt to walk past him but he gently pulls on your forearm and drags you back, slamming you back on the door.

you sigh and nod. “what’s wrong?” you ask sensing by his face and tone, his whole vibe. “what’s wrong?” he repeats your question but with an angry tone.

“well, for starters. i greeted you earlier in class and you completely ignored me.” you chew the inside of your cheek. “well, i said what?” he strickens a hand on your waist and yanks you closer to him.

“don’t talk smart, baby.” he warns. “i’m just telling the truth?” you shrug.

jaehyun chuckles softly. “hm, you and that smart ass mouth, baby. it can really get you into some trouble— like now.” you lift and eyebrow.

“oh, really?” he starts getting impatient with your smart mouth.

“get on your knees.” with a daring smirk, you slowly sink down on your knees, holding his thighs as support. “yes.. sir..” you say slowly in a sultry voice.

he almost breaks character when seeing your pretty eyes. “unbuckle my belt— and just my belt.” he adds the next part knowing you’d do more.

slowly, you undo his belt, unhooking it and sliding it out from his slots.

you drop your hands down onto your lap, following his order. “good slut.. good slut.” he coos, pushing his pants down and slowly freeing his cock from his black briefs.

his pretty cock. his pretty pink cock, leaking precum with veins popping and showing.

he grabs his cock and hisses softly. “want your cock, please.” jaehyun tuts. “you’ll get it when i give it to you.” you pout a bit.

jaehyun takes his cock and lightly slaps your cheek with it. “look at this little whore getting her face slapped with my fat cock.” he says pushing his lips out.

you jut your lip more out when he slaps his cock on your lips. “say ah.” he says dragging his cock along your lips and to your chin. “yes sir.” you open wide with your tongue stuck out.

teasingly, he pushes the tip of his cock in your mouth and then pulls out. he tuts at your greediness.

“such a greedy cockslut. hungry for my cock?” he asks dragging his cock on your lips again. “so hungry.. been thinking about it all day.” he bites his lips and strokes himself.

“suck.” he says holding his cock by the base.

you sit up on your knees and take ahold of his cock. you giggle, biting your bottom lip, and wrapping your mouth around his cock.

“mmm..” you moan, his sweet cock melting in your mouth and on your tongue. “that’s right, baby. just keep sucking my cock— fuck.” he sighs and throws his head back a bit when feeling you take him fully down your throat.

he slams his hand on the door with groans when you bob your head at a rapid pace. “fuck, baby. you’re doing so well.” he hisses through his teeth while brushing your hair back.

you pull off, popping off his tip and then stroking him at a fast pace. jaehyun grins down at you as you press small pecks on his tip before taking him again.

drooling all over on his cock and swallowing his cock down your throat. “so good.. so good, baby.” he groans, grabbing your hair and putting it in a ponytail.

your eyes prickling with hot tears as you gag around his cock. “shit—?!” jaehyun pulls himself away from you and jerks himself until he’s cumming all over your face.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he sighs, seeing your now dirty glasses covered in his white cum.

he pulls you up and wipes a stroke of his cum off your cheek, licking it and then scrunching his face up. “ew, salty.” he laughs. “how can you swallow that?” you laugh this time, wiping some onto your finger and then onto your tongue.

“yummy.” you say smacking your lips together and teasing jaehyun.

he shivers at the action. “i’m hard again.”

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a different anon here... 119 for afohiko? 😳👉🏻👈🏻

… That’s four afohiko prompts for three nanahiko prompts. Congratulations to the anons for combining forces to outnumber @thisauthorisscreaming’s, gyahaha. I got a little off-track, though. It’s more of a plotty AU bit than lemon. ; m;

119. "Greedy doesn't begin to describe me." | afohiko, in an AU where the fae (yousei/yōsei) exist just a step to the left of the canon world. Sorahiko is the Lord of the Yamanashi Yousei; AFO, finding his brother dead and the 'culprits' gone, nearly tears his network apart trying to find a solution. He also ends up usurping and marrying Sorahiko. \o/ | wc: ~780

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“What more do you want?” Torino demands, acidly. The Lord of the Yamanashi Yousei kneels before Hisashi, having been dethroned and tricked out of his castle, but he still possesses dignity and that grounded, sober personality that marked him so differently from the other yousei Hisashi sought to revive his brother. It itches at Hisashi to see Torino without the trappings of his earlier finery.

Hisashi observes Torino’s growing ire without comment. The world is not yet in the palm of his hand; he had to pause the cultivation of his network after losing Yoichi, and knowing now that there is a third dimension to master - Hisashi finds himself in need of a guide.

“You have my home,” seethes the silver-haired yousei. “You have command of my lands. What else?”

“Hm,” he hums. “Where would Torino-kun go in his exile?” Torino bares his teeth in a fierce scowl, but the daggers of his glare are hardly anything to Hisashi, who moves on without giving Torino space to answer. “I saw no one else who bore your favor, Torino-kun. It makes me think that you have neither ally nor lover.”

Torino twitches. His snarl falters. “... Speak clearly.”

“You are my benefactor,” Hisashi says, modest. “I have been your only human supplicant in recent history. And now our roles are reversed.”

“I haven’t asked anything of you.”

He needs to tread carefully here. Torino is, as Hisashi’s discovered, flighty in the face of seduction. It’s how Hisashi tricked him into surrendering his seat, after Yoichi had gasped back to life and, so dazed, didn’t denounce his older brother to the (flatteringly) smitten yousei Lord.

Slow and deliberate, Hisashi rises from the throne. They are the only two individuals occupying the ground floor of the central residence; Yoichi is recovering in an upper level, guarded by one of Hisashi’s loyalists.

It’s much nicer than a vault. Yoichi had better appreciate it.

Torino narrows his pale brown eyes at the approach, but he doesn’t flinch away. He doesn’t even rear back as Hisashi steps in front of him, though his head tilts up to maintain eye contact. Hisashi provides a helping hand, holding Torino by the chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Would you tell me your name?”

Torino’s eyes widen at the brazen request.

“Would you consent to remain here?” he presses. “We are something akin to equals, you and I, but the roles we play do not instill us with the knowledge necessary to perform. Educate me on the Yousei Court, and I will gladly reciprocate.”

“... How?” the yousei asks, almost soundlessly.

“Marry me.”

A startled bark of laughter escapes Torino. “If you believe marriage is of equal value to lessons on how to navigate your new domain, then I shudder to think how you’ll treat my - your subjects. For all your pretty words, Shigaraki-dono, you cannot reconcile your culture with mine.”

“I’m capable of adapting,” says All for One. “Say yes, Torino-kun.”

“A human doesn’t outlive a yousei.”

“They tend not to survive outmaneuvering them, either. But look at us! Look at me.” Torino complies. Hisashi restrains himself from smiling too widely, but chances a light brush of his thumb against Torino’s mouth, finding delight in how it gives way at the slight pressure.

“You,” says Torino, then hesitates.

“No tricks, no contracts. No dealing on the side. I want you beside me, because together, my dear, we could take the world by storm.”

“The world,” he echoes. Torino lapses into silence for a few seconds; Hisashi whiles away the time by memorizing the feel of the yousei’s skin against his hand. He smooths his palm against Torino’s clean-shaven cheek, sliding it up from where it had cradled the square jaw. Torino shudders back into awareness and says, almost stunned, “It was just supposed to be about your brother.”

Hisashi’s eyebrows lift.

“First you wanted your brother back. Then you wanted my seat in the Yousei Court. Now you want me,” says Torino, “as some kind of bonus before taking on the world. Have you always been this greedy?”

“Greedy doesn’t begin to describe me,” Hisashi promises. He drops to a kneel in one smooth motion, and Torino watches with a conflicted expression. “Will you have me ask you again? Or shall I prove my desire for you?”

A sharp inhale. The slow creep of a blush. Torino tries to hold eye contact, but his gaze flickers to the side and back, again and again.

“Marry me, Torino-kun,” he says, and leans in, slow and deliberate, telegraphing his intention to kiss and feeling gratified at how Torino stutters, stiffens at the first slide of Hisashi’s mouth to his, and finally, finally groans, “Yes.”