Light smiled to himself, quite pleased. “Shall we go now, then?”
“Let’s,” Hongou replied, standing up.
Light left his coffee mug on the table and stood up, grabbing Hongou’s hand again. “I’m afraid you will have to continue guiding me until I know the layout of your home.” And if his visits were frequent enough, it would be easy to memorize.
Hongou almost retorted something about him not being a maid, but he couldn’t help but shrug and nod anyway. “Sure,” he replied, gently lacing his fingers around Light’s and guiding him towards the kitchen. “How do you take it?”
“Just black, please.” The warmth of Hongou’s hand and the flutter in Light’s own chest were so very welcoming, it was honestly difficult to think of anything else. Like, perhaps, more important things such as memorizing his mental map of the inside of Hongou’s home.
Hongou nodded and smiled; it seemed they both took their coffee the same way. And he fixed himself and Light a cup of coffee, setting the cups down on the table. “Did you sleep well?”
Light held the other’s hand until he sat down at the table. He picked up the mug Hongou had set down for him and blew lightly on the steaming coffee. “I did. You’ve quite the confortable bed, perhaps I ought to stay over more often.” He smiled to himself and took a tiny sip of his coffee.
Hongou wasn’t sure if that implied what Light had meant for it to imply, so he didn’t comment. But he smiled warmly at the touch of the other man’s hand. “It is a king size. I suppose having another person in it only increases comfort.”
“Ah, my bed at home isn’t quite so large. Although it is awfully pleasant to have someone beside me.” Light felt a very unfamiliar tug in his chest. Something had certainly changed between him and Hongou. He felt the need to be closer to the other man; which was already beginning to baffle him.
“I agree,” Hongou replied, sipping some of his coffee. “Companionship is… ideal.”
Light took a bigger drink from his coffee. By now he was probably halfway finished it. “…Would it be all right if I had a shower? You would be welcome to join me, in fact.”
…well, that was direct. Not that Hongou could complain. He curled his lips into a smirk. “Why not?” he said, pausing between sips to speak. “It’ll save water, I suppose.” He chuckled to himself, a low rumble sounding from his throat as he did.
Light smiled to himself, quite pleased. “Shall we go now, then?”
Hongou almost retorted something about him not being a maid, but he couldn’t help but shrug and nod anyway. “Sure,” he replied, gently lacing his fingers around Light’s and guiding him towards the kitchen. “How do you take it?”
“Just black, please.” The warmth of Hongou’s hand and the flutter in Light’s own chest were so very welcoming, it was honestly difficult to think of anything else. Like, perhaps, more important things such as memorizing his mental map of the inside of Hongou’s home.
Hongou nodded and smiled; it seemed they both took their coffee the same way. And he fixed himself and Light a cup of coffee, setting the cups down on the table. “Did you sleep well?”
Light held the other’s hand until he sat down at the table. He picked up the mug Hongou had set down for him and blew lightly on the steaming coffee. “I did. You’ve quite the confortable bed, perhaps I ought to stay over more often.” He smiled to himself and took a tiny sip of his coffee.
Hongou wasn’t sure if that implied what Light had meant for it to imply, so he didn’t comment. But he smiled warmly at the touch of the other man’s hand. “It is a king size. I suppose having another person in it only increases comfort.”
“Ah, my bed at home isn’t quite so large. Although it is awfully pleasant to have someone beside me.” Light felt a very unfamiliar tug in his chest. Something had certainly changed between him and Hongou. He felt the need to be closer to the other man; which was already beginning to baffle him.
“I agree,” Hongou replied, sipping some of his coffee. “Companionship is… ideal.”
Light took a bigger drink from his coffee. By now he was probably halfway finished it. “…Would it be all right if I had a shower? You would be welcome to join me, in fact.”
Someday, I may not have a stupid silly crush on my little lion man
Today is not that day
Hongou almost retorted something about him not being a maid, but he couldn’t help but shrug and nod anyway. “Sure,” he replied, gently lacing his fingers around Light’s and guiding him towards the kitchen. “How do you take it?”
“Just black, please.” The warmth of Hongou’s hand and the flutter in Light’s own chest were so very welcoming, it was honestly difficult to think of anything else. Like, perhaps, more important things such as memorizing his mental map of the inside of Hongou’s home.
Hongou nodded and smiled; it seemed they both took their coffee the same way. And he fixed himself and Light a cup of coffee, setting the cups down on the table. “Did you sleep well?”
Light held the other’s hand until he sat down at the table. He picked up the mug Hongou had set down for him and blew lightly on the steaming coffee. “I did. You’ve quite the confortable bed, perhaps I ought to stay over more often.” He smiled to himself and took a tiny sip of his coffee.
Hongou wasn’t sure if that implied what Light had meant for it to imply, so he didn’t comment. But he smiled warmly at the touch of the other man’s hand. “It is a king size. I suppose having another person in it only increases comfort.”
“Ah, my bed at home isn’t quite so large. Although it is awfully pleasant to have someone beside me.” Light felt a very unfamiliar tug in his chest. Something had certainly changed between him and Hongou. He felt the need to be closer to the other man; which was already beginning to baffle him.
Imagine person A of your OTP carefully and thoroughly pleasuring person B, making sure to caress and kiss every part of their body, teasing them by kissing the inside of their thighs until they beg and both of them loving every second of it.
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Hongou almost retorted something about him not being a maid, but he couldn’t help but shrug and nod anyway. “Sure,” he replied, gently lacing his fingers around Light’s and guiding him towards the kitchen. “How do you take it?”
“Just black, please.” The warmth of Hongou’s hand and the flutter in Light’s own chest were so very welcoming, it was honestly difficult to think of anything else. Like, perhaps, more important things such as memorizing his mental map of the inside of Hongou’s home.
Hongou nodded and smiled; it seemed they both took their coffee the same way. And he fixed himself and Light a cup of coffee, setting the cups down on the table. “Did you sleep well?”
Light held the other’s hand until he sat down at the table. He picked up the mug Hongou had set down for him and blew lightly on the steaming coffee. “I did. You’ve quite the confortable bed, perhaps I ought to stay over more often.” He smiled to himself and took a tiny sip of his coffee.
Hongou felt himself fading too, and concentrated on the warmth of Light’s body, mumbling a quick, “…’night,” before slipping off to sleep.
Upon waking up the next morning, Light found himself quite comfortably snuggled against Hongou. It took him a while to remember what exactly had happened the night before but when he did he still didn’t feel a tinge of regret. Odd. He blinked a few times and yawned, quickly deciding it was for the best to feign sleep in order to not wake up Hongou.
Hongou woke up on his own a few minutes later, looking over at Light, who was sleeping next to him peacefully. Last night’s antics flashed in his mind, and he noticed the two of them were still naked; with a smirk, he turned on his side and wrapped his arms around Light’s slender body. He nibbled on the other man’s ear and murmured a “good morning” to him.
Light felt a small shiver run down his spine. Hoping the other wouldn’t notice, he yawned once again and spoke, “Good morning.” And while Hongou’s bed was awfully comfortable, he felt more than a little exposed without any clothes on. “…I don’t suppose you have any clothes I could borrow?” After all, wearing the same outfit as yesterday was unhygienic.
Hongou let out a low chuckle. “Yes, of course,” he murmured, sitting up. He grabbed a pair of boxers, as well as a shirt and some sweatpants, for both of them. Tossing them lightly over to Snake, he went into his bedroom’s bathroom to get dressed. Walking around naked wasn’t very practical.
Light slipped the clothes on quickly while Hongou was in the other room and smiled to himself. While they were both nearly the same height, the older man had broader shoulders and a much different body shape in general. Light certainly looked even more frail when compared to the other. He slowly stood and pictured the layout of his own house in his mind before realizing that he wasn’t in his own home. He had no accurate memory of the halls and rooms, and surely not in a home as oversized as Hongou’s. As much as it pained him to do so he sat on the edge of the bed and patiently waited for the other to leave the washroom and guide him.
Stifling a yawn, Hongou left the bathroom and noticed Light sitting on the edge of his bed, a calm expression on his face. He was about to ask what was the matter when it dawned on him, once again, that the other man was blind. Light could’ve fooled him, with all those antics from the previous night. Nevertheless, he coughed to indicate his presence and rasped, “Would you like some help getting to the bathroom?”
A quick pang of helplessness managed to worm its way into Light’s chest. Thank God the older man wouldn’t be able to recognize an expression of sadness. Swallowing hard, Light stood. He shuffled over to Hongou and grabbed his hand, forcing a smile. “I’d prefer a cup of coffee first, actually. If it’s alright with you.”
Hongou almost retorted something about him not being a maid, but he couldn’t help but shrug and nod anyway. “Sure,” he replied, gently lacing his fingers around Light’s and guiding him towards the kitchen. “How do you take it?”
“Just black, please.” The warmth of Hongou’s hand and the flutter in Light’s own chest were so very welcoming, it was honestly difficult to think of anything else. Like, perhaps, more important things such as memorizing his mental map of the inside of Hongou’s home.
