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1. Hug
Rinne fiddled with the TV remote at HiMERU’s apartment as he flicked from channel to channel, not really paying attention to what was happening on the screen. Kohaku had some Double Face activities to take care of and Niki was busy trying to launch some brand-new recipes at Cafe Cinnamon. HiMERU had been away for almost two weeks tackling a solo modeling job.
This wasn’t the first time that he and HiMERU had been apart, but this time it felt a little more different. The job was a last-minute one, so Rinne didn’t have the opportunity to stick to HiMERU like a second shadow as he usually did for a few days whenever they had to be apart for whatever reason. He followed him around obediently to the convenience store, sitting a little bit closer to him on the couch, or lingering in the doorway whenever practice ended so he could tag along as if he was filling up some imaginary HiMERU-gauge. Rinne knew this affected HiMERU too from the forlorn look he had given him when he had to get into the taxi that would take him to the airport.
They had only started dating about a month ago, but the increasing frequency of their solo work had a way of making that month feel a lot smaller. Rinne knew that there were still so many sides to HiMERU that he was yet to uncover, but he never pushed, always giving HiMERU the space to make the first move, but at the same time making sure HiMERU knew that he was always available.
The sound of the door lock turning made Rinne jolt from his comfortable position on the couch, the remote falling from his hand. He knew HiMERU was returning today, but there had been a flight delay so he didn’t have an exact time. He almost ran into the door, but then remembered that HiMERU was probably tired and jet-lagged so he took half a step back.
The door slowly swung open, a head of tousled light blue hair poking through.
“HiMERU, welcome back—” Rinne was cut off by a pair of strong arms wrapping securely around his waist. He froze for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the sudden contact, before slowly reciprocating the action, one hand going to HiMERU’s lower back and the other gently cradling his head. HiMERU tightened his hold, causing Rinne to make a small surprised noise at the back of his throat. They stood like that for a few seconds, Rinne breathing in his familiar scent and HiMERU feeling Rinne’s heartbeat slow through layers of clothes.
“HiMERU is home,” he said quietly, burying his nose in the crook of Rinne’s neck. Rinne’s heart melted hearing the sound of his voice, untouched by the static of long-distance phone calls.
“Yeah, ya are.” Rinne rubbed small circles on HiMERU’s back. “Missed ya so much. Thought of ya every day.” HiMERU hummed in reply, a smile curving on his lips.
“HiMERU missed you too. Sorry for leaving so suddenly.” He pulled back to rest his forehead against Rinne’s, gold eyes flicking upwards to meet cyan.
“It’s ok,” Rinne murmured, slipping HiMERU’s hand luggage out of his hand to drop it on the floor. “Yer hungry, yeah?” Rinne inquired. “I’ll whip somethin’ up for ya quick.”
HiMERU stepped back, a slight flush creeping across his face as he took in Rinne’s fond expression. “Thank you, Rinne.”
2. Hands
“Yo, HiMERU, nice work today!” Rinne called out from his position on the floor after taking a swig out of his water bottle.
“HiMERU is always at his best,” came a level reply. HiMERU swept his hair out of his face, frowning slightly. He had forgotten the small hair clips he usually brought with him to practice.
“HiMERU-han, Rinne-han,” Kohaku said as he picked up his bag from the floor, “Niki-han and I are gonna head out. There’s a new wagashi recipe he’s testing out and he wants me to try it.” He tugged on Niki’s sleeve, startling the gray-haired man as he polished off one of his numerous granola bars.
“Yeah, see ya~” Niki chirped as Kohaku ushered him out the door. “Don’t stay too late!” HiMERU waved at them in response as the pair made their way out of the room, leaving Rinne and HiMERU alone.
Rinne stood up, turning his attention to HiMERU. “Ready to leave?”
HiMERU nodded quietly in response, picking his bag up from the floor. “Let’s go.” He walked to the door and suddenly paused, swiveling around to face Rinne.
“Hmm? What’s up?” Rinne asked, tilting his head to the side. There’s a shuffling sound as HiMERU slings his bag over his shoulder and suddenly reaches for Rinne’s hand, wrapping his fingers around his. Rinne looks over to him only to find HiMERU’s eyes trained on the ground, a blush covering the apples of his cheeks.
Rinne stared back at him, eyes widening. “HiMERU...Your hand…”
“Do you not want to hold it?” His brows furrowed slightly. “It’s fine you don’t want to—”
“No, no, I want to!” Rinne interrupted with a surprised expression. Then as if feeling he was too loud for the current atmosphere, he repeated in a much quieter tone, “Of course I want to.” And with that, he shut the door behind them and squeezed HiMERU’s hand tighter, intertwining their fingers together.
HiMERU’s hand trembled slightly, either from the sudden chill outside the practice room or the way, Rinne brushed his thumb over his, but either way he stepped a bit closer to Rinne.
Rinne swept a stray strand of hair out of HiMERU’s eyes and tucked it behind his ear.
“You okay?”
“He is fine,” HiMERU smiled. “Let’s go.”
3. Nickname
The television in HiMERU’s apartment displayed a local news channel, but neither Rinne nor HiMERU was interested. They had come back from practice and after a quick meal of fried rice (courtesy of Niki), they had collapsed on the couch together. Rinne wasted no time pulling the other man into his arms, claiming he needed his ‘fill of HiMERU’ for the day. HiMERU, too tired to protest, simply melted into his warmth and tucked his head under Rinne’s chin.
The constant drone from the television had started to lull HiMERU into a peaceful slumber when Rinne suddenly jostled him, angling his head so their eyes could meet. “What is it, Amagi?”
“Ya know, I don’t think we’ve given each other nicknames.”
HiMERU remained unfazed, a small frown forming as he was about to drift off to sleep. “So?”
Rinne let out a dramatic sigh. “Dontcha get it? It’s important for us! We’re datin’, ya know!”
“If you say so. Although HiMERU doesn’t see the point. Isn’t ‘HiMERU’ enough?”
“HiMERUUU!” Rinne drawled, leaning down to blow a wet raspberry on his neck.
HiMERU squirmed in retaliation, laughter trickling into his voice. “Alright, alright, what do you have in mind?”
“I was thinkin’ ’bout HiMERUNRUN,” Rinne said thoughtfully. “Or what ’bout MERUMERU?” Rinne kissed the top of his head, feeling very proud of himself for coming up with the two names. “S’cute right?”
“Please refrain from calling HiMERU either of those in public,” HiMERU deadpanned.
“I think ya like it, sweetheart,” he replied, taking note of the way the tips of HiMERU’s ears reddened.
“…HiMERU does not” he muttered, twisting around in Rinne’s grasp to face away from him.
Rinne nuzzled his ear affectionately, his voice dropping a few octaves “Ya sure about that?”
“H-HiMERU has one for you too.”
“For real? I’ll take anything my honeybee gives me~” Rinne said delightedly, relishing the way HiMERU’s breath hitched at that particular pet name.
HiMERU whispered something, but it was impossible to catch it over the buzz coming from the television.
“Hmm? Ya gotta speak up, honeybee—”
“Babe.”
This time it was Rinne’s turn to gasp quietly, his hold around HiMERU’s waist tightening. He buried his face in HiMERU’s shoulder, reluctant to let him see his embarrassed expression.
HiMERU smirked, realizing the power he currently had. He turned around to lie along Rinne’s torso, propping himself up on his elbows and drawing his face close to Rinne’s. “Don’t you like it, ‘babe’? HiMERU put a lot of thought into it.”
Rinne’s hands flew upwards to cover his scarlet face, a long groan emanating from his chest. “That’s not fair, MERUMERU, yer killin’ me here.”
HiMERU laughed cheerfully, the sound warming Rinne right down to his toes. He gently pulled Rinne’s hand out of the way to nose along his jawline, “Oh, HiMERU could get used to this.”
4. Kiss
Soft.
That was the word that came to Rinne’s mind whenever he look at HiMERU’s lips. Soft, whether wrapped around a drinking straw, worried between his teeth or even twisted into a snarl as he scolded Rinne for the umpteenth time in a day. On rare days, Rinne was privileged to see an equally soft, pink tongue dart out and run itself over those lips. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration for Rinne to say that he spent most of his waking hours fantasizing about what it would feel like to kiss them, to run his tongue along the seam of them, to drag his teeth lightly over them.
He must have been staring too intently because HiMERU suddenly cleared his throat, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “Is something the matter?” They had just finished sorting out their laundry, with Rinne emptying the dryer and HiMERU folding them. “If you are ill, you should tell HiMERU so that—”
“I really wanna kiss ya.”
The silence in the room stretched for so long that Rinne thought he hadn’t heard him. He stepped into HiMERU’s space, turning around to face him fully. “HiMERU, I would really like to kiss ya,” he repeated softly.
HiMERU blinked rapidly, the sudden proximity taking him by surprise. He cast his gaze to the floor, his cheeks growing warm. “HiMERU isn’t stopping you.”
Rinne took hold of one of his hands, threading their fingers together. “Nah, I don’t wanna hear that, MERUMERU.” His other hand went up to cradle the side of HiMERU’s face, tilting his head upwards. “Ya gotta give it to me straight.”
“Then, yes,” HiMERU breathed, eyes falling shut. “HiMERU wants you to kiss him.”
Rinne leaned forward, his breath ghosting over HiMERU’s lips for a few moments before eventually slotting their lips together. He untangled their hands in favor of burying his hand in the light blue strands. Rinne sighed contentedly, reveling in the way HiMERU’s lips molded around his with little resistance. He drew back after a while, making sure to catch HiMERU’s plush bottom lip between his teeth as he did so. He was rewarded with a sound that was so lovely and erotic that he wished he could record it and play it on a loop forever.
He only had a few seconds to take in HiMERU’s flushed face before HiMERU was pulling Rinne back in by his collar, attacking his lips with a hunger that made burn in the pit of his stomach.
“Rinne…” Kiss. “More…” Kiss. “More…” Kiss.
Rinne complied, applying more pressure until HiMERU’s lips parted, giving him access. He shuddered slightly when he felt HiMERU’s tongue against his, eliciting a loud moan from the other man. Rinne began walking them backwards, all the while bent at an awkward angle in a bid to keep their lips connected. He aimed to slide them over the armrest of the couch into the seat, but he must have misjudged the distance because his thigh suddenly bumped into the upholstery, causing both of them to tumble to the carpeted floor.
HiMERU’s body shook with quiet laughter at their tangled form. He looked up to see Rinne looking back at him like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. HiMERU lightly pecked the tip of Rinne’s nose, smiling at the way it crinkled.
Rinne suddenly pulled him into a tight hug, feeling HiMERU’s warmth radiating through his clothes. “Yer really somethin’, y’know.”
HiMERU huffed quietly. “HiMERU could say the same about you.”
5. Sex
Rinne rolled over as he stirred from his nap, arms unusually empty as there was usually a warm and pliant HiMERU between them whenever he woke. He sat up properly, taking note of the sound of running water from the kitchen. HiMERU must have gotten hungry.
He strolled into the kitchen idly scratching his stomach. “Yo, HiMERU-chan, make some for me too…”
Rinne’s sentence trickled down to silence as he placed a hand on the kitchen door frame to steady himself. HiMERU stood in front of the stove, fiddling with the knobs in an attempt to heat up a small pot of soup. He was dressed in nothing but one of Rinne’s shirts that had gotten stretched in the washing machine and a thin pair of black boxers that came to a stop directly under the soft curve of his ass. The looseness of the shirt allowed Rinne to catch a glimpse of the gently slopes of HiMERU’s shoulders, and it was long enough to hit the top of his thighs, giving one the impression that HiMERU was wearing nothing underneath. This coupled with the gentle sunlight streaming through the windows was enough to make Rinne’s mouth water.
“HiMERU can feel your eyes boring a hole into the back of his head,” HiMERU commented as he bent down to take two bowls out of the cupboard. When he straightened back up, his boxers had ridden up, a cute pudge spilling out from under the hem of the fabric.
Rinne’s grip on the door frame tightened.
HiMERU stretched upwards to search the cabinet for something, probably pepper, causing his (or Rinne’s) shirt to ride up slightly. Rinne couldn’t take it anymore, surging forward to press his body against HiMERU’s back and wrap his arms around him. HiMERU leaned back into his touch, basking in Rinne’s warmth for a few seconds before moving his attention back to the pot.
One of Rinne’s hands found its way under HiMERU’s shirt, splaying his finger across HiMERU’s stomach and hooking his chin over HiMERU’s shoulder. “’Sup, MERUMERU.”
“Hello to you too, Amagi. HiMERU put some soup on the stove in case you got hungry.”
Rinne’s other hand began to fiddle with the hem of HiMERU’s underwear, a smirk forming. “’M only hungry for my HiMERU-chan~ He’s lookin’ super cute today!”
HiMERU elbowed him, earning himself an exaggerated whine. “Leave HiMERU alone. It’s dangerous to mess around an open flame,” he chastised. “Go and sit at the table.”
Rinne let his arms fall but not before pressing a kiss to the side of HiMERU’s neck. HiMERU might have flicked his forehead after, but the way the tips of his ears reddened was totally worth it.
A few minutes later, HiMERU placed two bowls of soup in front of them on the low table in the living room and sat down across Rinne. They ate in comfortable silence, HiMERU smiling occasionally whenever he felt Rinne press his toes against the sole of his foot.
Washing the dishes was a quick affair and they had begun to make their way back to the bedroom when Rinne suddenly backed him into a nearby corner, using his arms to form a cage around HiMERU’s head. He leaned pepper kisses along HiMERU’s jawline, grinning at his sharp intake of breath.
“Ya look real good in my clothes,” Rinne said between kisses, one hand dropping to grab a healthy handful of HiMERU’s ass, “bendin’ over and teasin’ ya poor Rinne-kun~” His other hand went to HiMERU’s head, taking hold of the light blue locks to mould his lips to his. HiMERU’s hands fisted in his clothes, pulling him close.
“Rinne… Bed…” HiMERU gasped, toes curling as he felt Rinne’s fingers dig into his backside.
Suddenly his feet were off the ground and his vision went sideways. Rinne had slung him over his shoulder, giving his ass a playful tap as he made his way to the bedroom. Something in HiMERU’s stomach tightened at the sudden display of strength, his cheeks reddening at his realization of finding his boyfriend’s ability to lift him cleanly off the floor hot.
A few seconds later, he was unceremoniously dumped on the bed, bouncing lightly from the impact. Rinne wasted no time reclaiming his lips, sliding his hands under HiMERU’s shirt to caress his bare skin. HiMERU wrapped his arms around Rinne’s neck to pull him closer, spreading his legs so Rinne could crawl into the space between them.
“HiMERU’s kinda sexy like this,” Rinne joked as he drew back to pull his shirt over his head, lips shiny and swollen, “I think he should look like this more often~”
“Shut up and touch HiMERU.”
Rinne reached down and tugged HiMERU’s shirt off, noting how his skin pebbled from the sudden exposure. He rolled his hips against HiMERU’s feeling his stiff erection through his underwear. HiMERU’s hand went over his mouth to stifle his moan but Rinne grabbed said hand and pressed it into the mattress beside his hand.
“Don't mess around,” HiMERU started, but he was suddenly cut off when Rinne palmed his erection with a sly look on his face.
“Don’t be so hasty,” Rinne smiled as he slipped HiMERU’s boxers off, “ya Rinne-kun'll take reaaal good care of ya.” He trailed kisses down HiMERU’s abdomen, shifting backwards to leave harsh bites on the soft skin of his inner thighs. He repeated this action till HiMERU’s skin was a constellation of bruises and his cock was actively leaking onto his stomach. HiMERU had stopped making snarky comments and was now moaning softly, his fists twisting into the bedsheets. Rinne licked a wet stripe near his cock, purposely ignoring where HiMERU needed him most.
HiMERU used his knee to nudge Rinne. “H-hurry up,” he breathes, voice catching in his throat.
Rinne sank his teeth into his thigh for the last time and without warning, closed his lips over the head of HiMERU’s cock. HiMERU let out an unrecognizable sound, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening. Rinne gave the underside a lick, eyes falling shut at the salty taste of precum. HiMERU slid his hands into Rinne’s unruly hair, pushing his head downwards, his back arching.
Rinne took him further into his mouth, feeling him hit the back of his throat. HiMERU’s hips bucked upwards, causing Rinne to splutter momentarily. “I’m close…” he murmured, his grip on Rinne’s hair tightening. Rinne pulled back, HiMERU shivering from the sudden lack of contact.
“Rinne…” HiMERU whined uncharacteristically, making grabby hands at Rinne. “Don’t stop…”
“HiMERU, let’s have sex,” Rinne said, sitting up abruptly. “Let’s fuck for real this time.”
HiMERU gazed up at him, brows scrunched up from being pulled back from his release. “But we don’t have any—”
Rinne leaned over to dig his hand under one of the pillows, producing a condom and a small bottle of lube.
HiMERU’s confused look morphed into a full-on scowl as he sat up on his elbows. “And how long have you been keeping those? That better not have come from HiMERU’s side of the bed.”
Rinne uncapped the bottle, squeezing a small amount of lube onto his fingers as he pushed HiMERU gently to lie back down. He circled HiMERU’s entrance before plunging a finger in, massaging his walls lightly. Rinne covered his mouth with his, sliding his tongue along HiMERU’s to distract him. He was rewarded with a drawn-out sigh, HiMERU’s lashes fluttering.
Rinne kept his fingers moving, adding a second finger when he felt HiMERU melt into the kiss properly. He suddenly pressed against a small bump, making HiMERU’s legs tighten around his torso.
“Right there… again…” HiMERU breathed against Rinne’s lips, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
Rinne applied more pressure, cock hardening at the way HiMERU moaned his name. He was able to add a third finger now, scissoring his digits to stretch him properly.
After a while Rinne withdrew his fingers, staring in awe as HiMERU ‘s hole clenched around nothingness. Rinne kicked his underwear off, flinching when the cold air hit his cock. He reached for the condom when HiMERU’s hand reached out, grabbing his wrist.
“No… HiMERU wants to feel you properly.”
“Ehh~ HiMERU wants it raw? So cute~”
“Hurry up before HiMERU changes his mind!”
Rinne tossed the condom to the side and poured a generous amount of lube over his length, placing his hands under HiMERU’s knees to slowly spread them. He paused for a few seconds, admiring the way HiMERU was spread out under him, his cock flushed against his stomach and his chest heaving in anticipation. Then he leaned forward, pressing his head against HiMERU’s hole, feeling the tight ring of muscle flutter at the intrusion. HiMERU mewled quietly as Rinne slowly buried himself inside him, whispering gente words of praise along the way.
He let out a sigh when he bottomed out, giving HiMERU time to adjust around him. Rinne rubbed small circles on his hip bones as he waited for HiMERU’s breathing to slow, and soon enough, HiMERU wrapped his legs around Rinne’s waist, pulling him closer.
Rinne nodded and slowly pulled out until only the head was left in, before suddenly thrusting back in. He repeated a few times before setting a proper rhythm, relishing the small sounds of surprise that HiMERU made in time with his thrusts. Rinne grabbed both of HiMERU’s hands, threading their fingers together and pressing them down beside HiMERU’s head. He started thrusting at a brutal pace, feeling HiMERU tighten around him. HiMERU turned his head to the side, burying his face into the pillow. Rinne took this as an opportunity to leave lovebites along the side of his neck, pausing to leave a particularly harsh one near his collarbone. HiMERU would probably scold him later for leaving them in such an obvious place, but the sound of HiMERU frantically chanting his name was far more important.
“Rinne— haaah… wait…” HiMERU stuttered, his lashes fluttering rapidly.
Rinne obeyed, stopping his thrusts in exchange to grind his hips slowly against HiMERU’s. “Do ya need somethin’? Is it too much?”
“HiMERU wants… HiMERU wants to ride you.” HiMERU’s grip on Rinne’s hands tightened. “Please.”
Rinne didn’t need to be asked twice. He untangled his hands from HiMERU’s, rubbing his thighs as he pulled out. Rinne pressed a small kiss to the inside of HiMERU’s knee before lying back on the sheets, his arms going around HiMERU’s waist to pull him up.
HiMERU crawled forward straddling the man below him as he hovered over Rinne’s cock. He placed one hand on Rinne’s shoulder, the other going to take hold of Rinne’s cock as he slowly sank down on it. He inhaled sharply as he felt Rinne reach even deeper inside him due to their new position. He squeezed his eyes shut, thighs trembling from holding himself up for a few moments before sitting down fully on Rinne’s cock with a small oof. His other hand went to grip Rinne’s shoulder as he waited for the initial discomfort to turn into pleasure.
Rinne was no better, his hips twitching from having to hold himself back from bucking into HiMERU’s heat. He gripped the sheets desperately, his knuckles whitening. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their labored breathing.
“Rinne,” HiMERU gasped, his voice unsteady, “HiMERU needs you to hold him.”
Rinne’s hands went up to touch his waist gingerly before gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into the warm flesh. “Of course, baby.” He nipped along HiMERU’s jawline before capturing his lips in a slow, worshipful kiss. “I’ve gotchu.”
HiMERU raised himself on his knees and sank down again, slowly bouncing himself on Rinne’s cock. His hands went around Rinne’s neck as he pressed their foreheads together. His pace increased, the air in his gut getting punched out every time he lowered himself. Rinne’s hands had slipped lower, gripping his hips tightly as he suddenly lifted his hips in to aim at the spot that would have HiMERU seeing stars. The sound that erupted from HiMERU was no less than a scream. He repeated the action until HiMERU was an incoherent mess in his lap, hair tousled and tears beginning to run down his face.
“HiMERU, ’m close,” Rinne said, his thrusts growing sloppy, “let’s finish together, yeah?” HiMERU was beyond words at this point but he was able to meet Rinne in a messy kiss. A few more thrusts had HiMERU tipping over the edge, spilling messily between their stomachs with an embarrassingly loud cry that he would later blush at whenever he looked back on it. Rinne followed not long after, his teeth sinking into the meat of HiMERU’s shoulder. Rinne held him close, feeling his featherlight heartbeat as they both came down from their highs.
A few minutes later, he lifted his head to drop kisses on all the places he could reach on HiMERU’s face: his cheeks, his eyelids, and his nose before pressing a soft one to his lips. “HiMERU performed so well for his first time~,” Rinne commented, resting his chin on HiMERU’s collarbone. “And he came untouched too~” His smile grew when HiMERU took a half-hearted swing at his head.
“Shut up,” HiMERU snapped, his hands going up to squish Rinne’s cheeks together. “And clean yourself out of HiMERU, it’s disgusting.” HiMERU got up on his knees, shuddering slightly at the feeling of Rinne’s softened cock slipping out of him. He moved to stand up but Rinne beat him to the punch, pulling him to lie down on the bed.
“Not so fast, MERUMERU, we still gotta cuddle!” Rinne picked up his fallen shirt and did his best to wipe the mess from their stomachs before tossing it to the ground and pressing himself up against HiMERU’s back. HiMERU was settling into a comfortable position when Rinne suddenly flipped him around so they could face each other. HiMERU shot him an irritated look that immediately softened when Rinne’s hand came up to brush his hair out of his eyes.
Rinne stared at him, the fondness clear in his eyes. “I love ya,” he whispered, his hand cupping the side of HiMERU’s face, “so, so much.”
HiMERU brought his hand up to cover Rinne’s, a smile stretching across his face, “‘I’ love you too.”