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Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri

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Features their FAMILIES, cute happy story, with a side of NSFW, SASSY YURI DOES WHAT HE WANTS, thoughtful boys, I love them so much, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, marriage, domestic

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A fill for a dialogue request on my Tumblr:

“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so fucking kissable, my parents are here.” (Fluff/nsfw if possible♡)

Part 11 Resident Expert (Christmas Celebration with family at their home, December 1, 2017)

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Music Inspiration: If I Lose Myself Tonight by One Republic

They were throwing their very first house party.

The idea begun during a rare lazy morning of cuddling when they both managed to have a day off together–mulling over the fact that they never had anyone over, surprised at the months that had passed without them even considering such a thing. Yuri wrapped up in Ryosuke’s arms, head on his chest–his fingers twisted into the hair at the side of his face as he tilted his head up to determine if Ryosuke was serious about this plan–they’d both agreed, that they needed to do this.

Apart from Keito, who pretty much had his own room–no one else had been by to visit.

Mostly because they didn’t know where they lived.

Honestly, it wasn’t on purpose. Or at least if it was neither of them realized they were staying closely guarded and cocooned in their perfected nest–away from prying eyes, and somehow the few months in their new home seemed to pass quickly thanks to their busy schedules and the relaxed, peaceful atmosphere they’d created within the walls.

In all fairness, they had earned the right to solitude and to be singularly focused on one another after so many years of chaos, secrecy, and challenges that others would never truly understand. So, even though they didn’t intend to be standoffish about sharing their time and space with others–they had no guilt about taking a beat to just be still in the contentment they both felt.

Of course, their schedules remained one of the primary issues to any plan they could make–but at the same time, both of them had a level of uncertainty about doing something like this–after all, it somehow felt to them that the expectations were suddenly different. In this thinking, it surely felt to them that they were somewhat unseasoned in this aspect of life together. Neither of them were especially socially adept people, and when you went to other’s homes there was an easy solution to feeling uncomfortable or out of place–you could leave when you were ready.

Not so if you were the hosts.

Still, ever since moving into their penthouse, the one they’d managed to work together to create plans for and have built without actually killing one another–well, they just hadn’t gathered up enough courage to invite people into their home.

Not until that warm, cuddly moment, filled with lingering kisses and a sincere promise from Yuri–that he would most certainly see to every detail and Ryosuke wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing, they’d both agreed that they’d kept their home a secret for far too long. After all, they’d survived building it–and now they had this amazingly gorgeous home, yet, had never shared it with others, not even those closest to them. In fact, they’d reasoned, what was the point to having something you loved as much as they loved their home if you kept it hidden away from everyone who mattered at all to you.

They wanted their first event to be fun, festive, and to be light-hearted–so it wasn’t hard for them to settle on a Christmas party. Everyone loved the holiday and there would be lots of fun, built in entertainment that was part of the season, so they figured it would be a wonderful event to christen their home with their first party.

Yuto had designed the invitations with pictures that he’d taken of them from a fall session, names had been drawn for secret Santa gifts, they’d put up their first tree–which in and of itself became something of a big deal, as they had to decide the theme of the tree.

In a lot of ways, this was far worse than all of the decisions they had to make with the house. It was a point of contention between the two of them, until eventually, they settled on a tree decorated with pink and gold, the colors Yuri wanted–though this came with a stipulation that Ryosuke could do what he wanted apart from the tree.

Yuri hadn’t actually realized what he was bargaining for until he’d arrived home after work one day to discover Ryosuke had hung mistletoe in every single doorway of their home. Yuri had feigned offense but in reality he thought it was really quite sweet–and had incidentally found himself walking slowly through the doorways in anticipation of Ryosuke catching him and delivering one of a thousand different kisses–sometimes the slow toe-curling type, sometimes playful and teasing, sometimes sensual and seductive, always delightfully captivating.

Once the tree had finally been decided they settled on other decorations for the event, purchasing beautifully ornate dishes with red and green trim, gold place mats, and delicate glassware with red trim…they’d followed all of the checklists and had both been more than a little excited as the day grew closer and closer.

They were swept up in the holiday cheer, and found themselves more enthusiastic than they could have imagined that they were actually opening their home to guests. It wasn’t until it became real that they both realized how much they really wanted to be a little bit like normal couples were, whatever that might mean, they both felt really strongly that it meant not acting like they were forbidden or secret, something to be kept hidden out of sight.

They were, naturally, looking forward to having all of Jump over eventually, but, since they’d never done anything quite like this before, they’d both agreed it would be best to test their social skills on a safer bet, instead settling on both of their families before they did any bigger groups–so they’d invited their parents and siblings for their first ever dinner party.

Yuri had the day off work, though he did end up spending the early hours of the day trying to calm Ryosuke down when he’d been called at 6:00am with a request to do a round of talk shows to promote Fullmetal Alchemist which was opening in theaters that day. Ryosuke was livid–utterly inconsolable as he raged, pitching a holy fit over his manager allowing them to force him to come in when he’d specifically requested this day off, something he rarely ever did.

Given that he and Yuri had the same manager they had told him the truth about their relationship, something that he not only approved of, but promised to keep between the three of them.

The manager had certainly tried to sooth Ryosuke into the promotions, explaining that he had told them he was unavailable and that he could do promos before or after the first, but when it came down to it, they were all pretty much bound to do what they were told. He’d apologized profusely, but  ultimately he said the worst possible thing while trying to make Ryosuke feel better.

“At least this way you will just sit and talk about something you love, and you can leave all the hard work to Chinen.”

Yuri had to smile when Ryosuke had hissed sharply into the phone, his eyes flaming, “You know damn well that I would never push all of the responsibility of today off onto Yuri! It’s horrible! I can’t believe you let this happen!”

It made Yuri feel good that Ryosuke would fight for him, but he’d stepped in front of him, shaking his head, whispering softly, “Stop, it’s fine! I can do it, trust me.”

Ryosuke had begrudgingly left the house in a flurry of curses, kisses, and promises to work as quickly as possible and to more than make up for the chaos–making absolutely certain that Yuri knew how much his willingness to take care of the details meant to him.

Of course, while Ryosuke was certainly upset over the idea that Yuri was going to have to handle all of the last minute details by himself, he was mostly upset because they’d planned it together–they were going to work together, and he’d really been looking forward to it. They didn’t get to spend all that much time together on projects, and this was something super special they were both committed to. He fully trusted Yuri with it, and knew well that he’d see to the details, he was just overly frustrated that he couldn’t be there with him.

Yuri spent the rest of the day going through their checklist, working on the items he was able to do early, sending pictures of his progress to Ryosuke who would generally send back a frowning selfie, a series of swear words, or yet another baseless threat for their manager.

As cute as Ryosuke was in his indignant attitude, Yuri couldn’t help but sincerely hope that he would be in a far better mood by the time they were ready for dinner that night. He trusted that he would be the consummate professional through out the day in front of the public and all of the staffs–but he was on the tail end of the “coming off the high” with him a multitude of times when he was emotionally raw from pretending to be okay when he wasn’t enough to know that there was a good chance he’d come home and fall apart.

Though, there was an equal chance that he’d arrive happy and excited as their family would be there and he had been so looking forward to it, all of the stress from the day might melt away instantly. Either way, Yuri had come up with an idea, a way to hedge his bets so to speak, so that in the off case Ryosuke carried some of the ill feelings home with him he could count on settling him down.

His day had begun with him calling in a number of favors. Through a network of contacts and helpful agencies, he’d managed to procure a bottle of Ryosuke’s favorite champagne, a stupidly rare type made in a winery in the United States.

He’s going to be happy–no doubt about it!

Even if he wanted to be sour–this will sweeten him right up!

Yuri didn’t really have a palate for the so called ‘finer’ tastes such as wines and champagnes, not minding them–but unable to tell a ten dollar bottle from a twenty thousand dollar one. Ryosuke, on the other hand, was rather a connoisseur of sorts and thoroughly enjoyed them, though it was normally a single glass offered by a dignitary or such, not an entire bottle delivered to his home by a courier–something he had to pay for special insurance to have happen even after paying the price he had for the bottle.

He knew it might be insane to spend such an exorbitant amount of money on a single bottle of champagne, enough to buy a car probably, though he had little understanding of such matters–still, he knew that it might be the difference between a happy memory or a bad one.

The first memory of family in our home on the holidays?

There’s no way I’m taking a chance on it not being perfect for him.

He was determined that this would be nothing but a beautifully delightful memory–and since he couldn’t do the job for Ryosuke today–he could do this.

So, he intended to put a glass filled with the champagne in his hand the moment he arrived home and keep it full for the first hour at least–loosen him up and make him mellow so he wouldn’t make the whole party serious–just in case he carried the stress of the day home with him.

Once he’d finished all of the preparations he could–dealing with deliveries, caterers, florists, and such–he took a deep breath, inspecting the house, checking the list and then glad to be able to take a hot shower. Afterward he felt excited as he pulled on his soft, worn beige corduroy pants, tucking his white button-up into it, raising the suspenders up to his shoulders, glancing in the floor length mirror and smiling, because he knew that this was something Ryosuke loved for him to wear. He hardly did wear it though, bothered by the whole feel of the outfit, but he had set out with intentions today, and he was determined to see to them.

He grabbed his favorite sweater, the one Ryosuke had bought him several years before while they were on holiday, sliding it on, moving through the house to look over the last minute details. He’d set the fireplace up with a warm fire, dimmed the lights, lighting the candles…he had done everything he could to make it all perfect for everyone–most especially, Ryosuke.

As everyone arrived he’d shown them around the main part of the house, intent on Ryosuke being with him when he’d take them on the full tour–as he knew that he’d sincerely want to be there with him for that. Since none of them apart from their sisters had been inside since they’d moved in, he was thrilled as he walked them around, revealing to them all the features of the amazing home, eagerly sharing all the details he dared about the exquisite gift Ryosuke had given him. They ended in the living room, where lively talk and laughter filled the space, making the vast expanse of the room feel warm and comfortable.

This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

He wasn’t looking at the view, no, as awe inspiring as it was, he was enthralled with the sight of their families together. His mom laughing about pictures on the wall with Ryosuke’s mom. Their father’s having a drink while talking about the view from the floor to ceiling rounded windows. Their sisters laughing and telling stories about work and life and everyone just seemed so happy.

He was so thankful that his family and Ryosuke’s got along so wonderfully, blessed really, and was pleased that their families felt so at home within their home, joy and love flowing between the walls, and Yuri couldn’t have been happier, only if Ryosuke was there, only then could he be happier.

Yuri had purposefully positioned himself by the hallway, somewhat outside of the family circled around the room, intent on at least a moment alone with Ryosuke to gauge his level of irritation before everyone else was accosting him, so when he heard the door swish open, he grabbed the glass of champagne he’d prepared off the sideboard, ducking quickly out of the room into the foyer before anyone else could notice.

Ryosuke was looking down as he shuffled out of his shoes while Yuri moved over to stand in front of him, grinning when he drew up to greet him, holding the biggest bouquet of flowers he’d ever seen in his entire life up between them.

“Chiisana,” Ryosuke’s voice was soft as he leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his cheek, and Yuri heard the relief in the undertones, knowing he was glad to be home after all.

Yuri stared at the bouquet of flowers, his eyes confused, shaking his head, “The florist came at two and set all of the flowers out already so I do–”

“These aren’t for the party,” Ryosuke shushed him as he shifted forward, kissing him softly before he pressed the flowers into his hands, smoothly slipping the champagne glass from his fingers as he made the exchange, “They’re for you.”

“Oh,” Yuri blinked rapidly, his features painted with shock, and then looked down at the gorgeous flowers, “They…you…you bought me the flowers I saw…”

“I did,” Ryosuke smiled, he knew that it would be a surprise for Yuri, as he’d paid attention when they were at the florist making the arrangements for the flowers they wanted for tonight. Always attuned to Yuri no matter where they were or what they were doing, he didn’t miss the way Yuri was drawn to certain flowers, certain colors.

He’d called on break at work today, having to pay far more than he would have dreamed of to get the assortment of flowers in such a short time–the florist taking notes on the details he’d written down carefully from that day–and now he knew, it was completely worth it as he took in the beautiful expression on Yuri’s face, breathtaking in his wonder.

“I can’t…” his fingers drifted softly across the delicate flowers, his lips tense and Ryosuke knew if they didn’t have company, Yuri might even be brought to tears by the gesture, “Ryo-chan…these are all the ones…” Yuri lifted his eyes from the flowers, wide, filled with emotion, shaking his head lightly, “I can’t believe you did this.”

“There’s a card in there,” Ryosuke grinned, tilting his head at the bouquet before lifting the champagne flute to inhale the fragrance, his eyes popping open as Yuri smiled knowingly, their eyes connecting as Ryosuke whispered in awe, “Is this the…”

“It is,” Yuri confirmed, happiness flowing through him as he watched Ryosuke take a sip, his eyes widening impossibly further as he hummed in satisfaction when the flavorful bouquet swept through his mouth, the soft warmth spreading into his belly as he swallowed the first taste.

Ryosuke immediately leaned over top of the flowers, his free hand cupping Yuri’s head, drawing him forward as he took his lips with his own in a fiery kiss, feverish and consuming, the connection fast and frantic since he knew their families were waiting just beyond the hall, yet, despite the length of the kiss, it had been infused with the promise of so much more, the sweet taste of the champagne causing Yuri to lick his lips when he drew back.

The only flavor of champagne I enjoy is the one I taste from his lips.

The thought rushed through Yuri’s mind, lost when Ryosuke’s hand stroked his cheek tenderly, “Thank you,” the words were spoken so softly, like a caress on Yuri’s skin, infused with reverence, before Ryosuke drew back and Yuri looked into his eyes gentled with affection.

“I’d do anything for you,” Yuri admitted, and he saw the way the sentiment played across Ryosuke’s emotions, realizing that he was glad he’d acquired the champagne, because he could see it clearly, whatever today was it was certainly hard on him, and he could tell that Ryosuke was doing his best to leave all of it at the door.

The champagne will help, no doubt about it.

Yuri pulled the flowers to the side, intent on just one more kiss, a little promise of his own, and understood the moment that Ryosuke realized what he intended, his free hand grabbing his arm to pull him closer, when Ryosuke’s eyes shifted over his shoulder, his hand on his arm squeezing softly in apology.

“Hi mom!” Ryosuke’s voice was happy as he greeted her.

Yuri was always envious of Ryosuke’s ability to act, even in perfectly normal situations like this, as he instantly was ‘the doting son’, completely unaffected by the feelings that were thick in the air and still swirling around Yuri.

At least externally–but I know the truth.

“I thought I heard you!” his mom smiled as she closed the distance, laughing softly as he pulled her into a  hug, kissing her cheek, her eyes widening when she saw the flowers Yuri was holding, “Oh! Those are lovely!”

“They’re a gift from Ryosuke,” Yuri smiled, his cheeks feeling warm from the attention, from the admission.

His mom pulled back to look at him, “You’re such a good boy.”

Ryosuke blushed, taking another drink of the champagne to distract himself, because it was kind of embarrassing to have her commenting on his love life in such a casual manner, ducking his head, “Did Yuri give you guys a tour?”

“Yes, he did, at least a partial one–he said there were some parts you’d want to show us,” she responded, her arms wrapping around him, hugging him tightly, “Your home is beautiful, you did really good and I am so proud of you.”

Ryosuke hugged her back tightly with his free arm, releasing her when she pulled back, her arm flinging out toward Yuri, her eyes soft and gentle when she looked at him, gesturing for him to come over to them, “I’m proud of both of you!”

Yuri held the flowers to the side as he accepted the hug from Ryosuke’s mother, relishing in the affection, the acceptance, his eyes meeting Ryosuke’s, seeing his own feelings reflected back to him as his mother whispered softly, her voice wavering with emotion, “Thank you for taking care of my son.”

Yuri tipped his head down to kiss her forehead, smiling at her as she grinned up at him, “I am the one always being taken care of by your son, actually.”

“I know that’s what you like to make everyone believe,” she laughed, releasing the two boys, “…but a mom knows things, and I know this–you two are perfect for one another, because you both take care of each other, and I am grateful that Ryosuke has you.”

Yuri blushed at how blunt she was in her assessment, and he moved a fraction to the side when Ryosuke twisted his pinkie finger into his own for a moment before she laughed, gesturing for them, “Let’s go! Everyone’s been waiting!”

The boys nodded, and then she disappeared into the living room. Yuri reached over, tapping the glass to draw Ryosuke’s attention to it, “Drink.”

Ryosuke wasn’t sure why it was important that he do so, but he surely wasn’t going to complain about it, the taste was magnificent, so drinking the rest of the champagne would not be an issue for him, humming in satisfaction as he tipped the glass up, smiling as they stepped into the living room where everyone greeted Ryosuke.

Ryosuke looked at Yuri, tilting his head when he pressed another glass of champagne into his hand, taking the empty glass to sit on the sideboard, gesturing with a rolling hand to tell him to continue to enjoy the gift.

Ryosuke shrugged, lifting the glass to take another sip, pausing when Yuri’s dad said his name, “What were you working on today?”

Everyone turned their attention fully to Ryosuke to find out what his current project was.

“Full Metal Alchemist,” Ryosuke’s voice held an edge to it, something that maybe no one else heard, but that sent off alarms for Yuri, who took a step closer to him as he continued to talk, “…just had some promos to take care of today.”

“I thought you had today off,” Misaki asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Yuri’s head jerked to the side, watching as Ryosuke’s brows drew down, the glass of champagne paused just before his lips as he inhaled sharply with the clear intent of saying just exactly what he felt about having to go to work today.

Yuri reached over, his fingertips pressing against the bottom of the glass, pushing it forward until Ryosuke’s eyes snapped over to him, the rim of the glass hitting his lips.

Yuri subtly shook his head, pushing up on the glass bottom, forcing Ryosuke to take a drink of the champagne to stop his words from spilling out.

Words he might regret saying in front of this particular audience.

Yuri held for a moment to ensure he was going to keep drinking the champagne, then turned to look at their family, answering in Ryosuke’s stead, “Something came up, but Ryosuke took care of it, as always, and everything worked out perfectly for tonight.”

Everyone nodded, understanding, and Ryosuke’s dad moved over to him, pulling him into a hug as he patted his back, “You done good, son.”

He knew he meant work, the house, his life…he understood because his dad had always told him how he felt and if he said he’d done good, he certainly knew he could trust that to be true.

“Thanks, Dad,” Ryosuke gestured around the room, “I’m so glad all of you came.”

“Of course,” his dad answered, releasing him to go back to talking to the others, his sisters drifting over to greet him, as the room picked up the ongoing conversations again.

“Where did those come from?” Misaki asked, pointing to the bouquet Yuri was  holding.

“Ryosuke brought them for me,” Yuri felt the heat on his cheeks again, not sure why he found this more embarrassing than showing them around his home, which included showing them their bedroom.

“Damn,” Chihiro hissed, her eyes landing on Ryosuke, “What did you do to him to have to buy him flowers like that?!”

“Shut up!” Ryosuke shoved her with his shoulder, “I didn’t do anything, it’s not like that.”

“When isn’t it like that?” Misaki asked, glancing between the two boys and then sideways at her fiance, frowning, “That’s the only way I get flowers!”

Her fiance shrugged, not knowing what to say before he quickly moved to sit down with Chihiro’s husband, realizing he really didn’t need to be involved in that situation, at all.

Ryosuke watched the man leave, and then turned to Misaki, “For your information, they were to say thank you,” shaking his head at her, “Not an apology.”

The other members of the family had thankfully gravitated further away to the windows where they were engaged in a lively discussion about the view, because Ryosuke couldn’t control his response, his mouth popping open when Chihiro leaned over to whisper in his ear, “I can’t imagine what exactly it was that he did that deserves such extravagant thank you, but maybe I need some lessons.”

“The hell, Chi?” Ryosuke sputtered, his eyes wide as he stared at her, “I can’t beli–”

“Oh, calm down,” Chihiro laughed softly, patting his arm affectionately, “I’m just  messing with you…but really though…”

When Ryosuke’s mouth fell open she burst out laughing, “Seriously, I’m kidding.”

“Mostly,” Misaki muttered, laughing when Ryosuke shook his head at her, swearing again under his breath at both of his sister’s behavior, his eyes catching Yuri’s who had clearly understood the interaction, smiling with the little curved grin that Ryosuke loved the most, causing his heart to beat heavy in his chest.

I love him.

I hate when he smiles like that and I can’t kiss him.

Such a tease.

Ryosuke blinked slowly, knowing full well that Yuri could read his mind, then tipped his head at the flowers again. Yuri turned to ask Misaki to hold the flowers for him, which she was happy to do, taking them from his hands smelling deeply into the bouquet as Yuri drew the card out, opening it, his smile wide when he saw the gift card to his favorite electronic store tucked into the envelope, winking at Ryosuke as he spoke, “You win all the things.”

Ryosuke nodded triumphantly, “Of course I do.”

Saya had finally disengaged from their moms, moving over to where the four were standing, finding out about the flowers from Misaki, and then leaning across Yuri’s shoulder her eyes reading the words in the card.

Ryosuke felt his cheeks flame, hot and bright as she read the words out loud.

“Chiisana–Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice–thank you for choosing me. I love you with all that I am. Forever yours, Ryo,” her eyes shifted to stare at Ryosuke who wanted the room to swallow him at how everyone was staring at him.

“Damn, bro has game,” Misaki whispered in awe, reaching over to grab the card from Yuri’s fingertips to confirm those words were really the ones written there before she handed it back to him.

Ryosuke bit back his desire to tell her to be quiet, never really able to treat her the way he did Chihiro, but still, did she have to say such embarrassing things?

While our parents are in the room with us?

“Seriously,” Chihiro nodded, her eyes studying Ryosuke in a new light, “That’s…A+ game…”

The girls all burst into laughter when Saya shook her head, shoving Yuri with her hip as she complained, “Why did you have to find him first?”

Yuri’s eyes flashed to Ryosuke’s apologetically, snapping at Saya, “You’re not his type.”

“Have you asked him that?” Saya tilted her head, her eyebrows raised, looking uncomfortably like Yuri in that moment to Ryosuke who didn’t like the question, didn’t like the comparison, and didn’t like that he’d never even thought about reassuring Yuri about this.

He knew that Saya didn’t actually mean it, and that it was just a joke, but when he looked at Yuri he felt his heart clench.

Ryosuke, immediately forgot about embarrassment, about worry, because all that mattered was that there was suddenly a concern he’d never seen before on Yuri’s face, his eyes uncertain as he turned to look back at him, as if he’d never wondered about such a thing in his life.

Why would he?

Of course, he’d never had any need to because Ryosuke never made him feel anything other than loved. Despite knowing that the idea would be dismissed by Yuri nearly immediately, because he wasn’t some insecure school boy now, rather, he was in a fully committed relationship after all, and Ryosuke had done more than an average person to confirm his love, affection, and adoration for him day after day–Ryosuke was not content to just let the idea rest without clearing the matter up without prejudice.

He spoke firmly, his voice earnest, “Saya, honestly, I only have one type–the only type I have is your brother. There is no other type in the world for me, except the Chinen Yuri type.”

“You guys are the cutest, knock it off,” Misaki ordered, smiling as she observed them.

Yuri’s cheeks tinged pink and he ducked his head in embarrassment, but Ryosuke saw the way his eyes were twinkling, glad he’d spoken up.

He laughed softly, shaking his head at Misaki, then his eyes landed on Saya who was smiling brilliantly, “It was a test, you passed,” she shrugged, her lips twisted up as if she were in deep thought, “You know, too bad you guys can’t make babies–they’d be gorgeous.”

“What the heck, Saya!” Yuri hissed, taking the flowers back from Misaki carefully, eyes narrowed at his sister, “This is exactly why we don’t have the three of you here all the time, seriously!”

Saya just shrugged, not particularly worried about her brother’s response, looking to Ryosuke’s sisters in expectation.

“I agree, their children would be masterpieces–it’s a shame science hasn’t been able to make this happen yet,” Misaki commented, her eyes looking between the two boys.

Chihiro hummed softly, speaking up, “They’d definitely be gorgeous, you know, they’d have to have two children, so each of them could be biologically a father–I read in this magazine about surrogacy and they’d be able to use the same donor for the eggs so they’d be siblings in reality with different fathers, so it’s like half-siblings or whatever.”

“Right, right,” Saya nodded, and the girls launched into a legitimate conversation on the topic.

Ryosuke’s eyes shifted over their heads to catch Yuri’s and for a moment it was like nothing else existed except the two of them–both of them amazed that their families had clearly thought about this and didn’t think it was insane–they actually sounded excited about the possibility.

That there existed such a level of acceptance of them, of their love for each other, that no one in that room had anything except love for the two of them was the most precious gift either of them could ever hope for.

Nothing matters except that he knows how much I love him.

Ryosuke couldn’t care less about who was in the room, or who he needed to shove out of the way, he pressed around his sister to lean into Yuri, whispering in his ear, “I love you, you are all I want, all I need. No one else can compare, not even your sister, even if she looks freakishly like you.”

“I love you,” Yuri whispered in response, kissing Ryosuke’s cheek softly before he drew back, murmuring to the sisters, “I’m going to put these flowers in a vase.”

The girls ignored him, too engrossed in their baby conversation, and then Ryosuke shrugged at him, raising his voice a bit so everyone would hear him, “I’m sure everyone’s hungry! I’m going to take a quick shower and then finish getting the food prepared and we’ll eat–probably about thirty minutes or so.”

After reassuring their mothers that they did not need help in the kitchen, they all finally went back to their conversations around the room. Yuri laughed, brushing past Ryosuke as he went into the kitchen to prepare the flowers and Ryosuke followed him to the doorway, glancing back into the living room, his heart swelling as he took in their families enjoying their time together, then turning down the hallway to shower and change his clothes.

Ryosuke rushed through his shower as quickly as he could, really wanting to be sure that he did the rest of the work now that he was home. So only a very few minutes had passed before he shuffled through the doorway, quite thankful to find Yuri still standing at the counter trimming the ends of the flowers and placing them in a vase.

Yuri glanced up, his hands freezing as his eyes flowed across Ryosuke’s form. He took in the smooth, black jeans, a heavy contrast to his favorite, over-sized beige sweater he’d put on, the very same sweater that always made Yuri long to press his face into his tummy for hours and be engulfed by the soft fabric and warm arms held within.

God, he’s gorgeous.

He watched Ryosuke as he shuffled across the kitchen in his bare feet, moving past him, his fingertips grazing across his back and hip causing him to shudder, careful not to cut his finger off with the scissors in his distracted state. He stared at him as he began pulling the food the caterers had prepared for them to serve out of the ovens, and then from the fridge, covering the counter tops as he took inventory of everything, trying to make sure he hadn’t forgotten something.

“Did they leave a sauce for the pasta?” Ryosuke asked, turning toward Yuri, his gaze drifting up from where he was standing with his hands on his hips, his mouth twisted as he tried to remember if they were supplying that, his eyes latching onto Yuri’s where he stood frozen, eyes wide.

“What?” Ryosuke looked down, afraid he’d gotten something on his sweater, holding his arms out as he twisted, trying to figure out what was wrong.

Yuri drank him in, the way his skin was translucent and soft looking from the hot water, the soft shine of his hair, still a little damp, back to blonde for the premiere, something he loved.

I am so hot for his blonde hair.

The way his tone of skin contrasted so beautifully with the cream colored sweater, the way his eyes were bright and slightly glazed from the two glasses of champagne he’d managed to get into him before he could freak out about work, his cheeks rosy from the warmth of the kitchen, and his lips were perfectly pink, delightfully plump and all he wanted to do was kiss them until they were both breathless.

Yuri growled, causing Ryosuke’s eyes to dart back to his, “What’s wrong?”

“Listen,” Yuri dropped the scissors onto the counter with a clatter, abandoning the flowers for a moment, glancing to make sure the doorway to the hall was closed, shifting quickly around the island that was separating them.

Ryosuke watched him, uncertain as he approached him, his behavior confusing, “Wh–Ree? Wha–”

“Just listen,” Yuri continued his voice soft but commanding, standing directly in front of Ryosuke, his head tilted up to look at him, “I know you haven’t done anything, okay,” Yuri’s eyes shifted down to look at the sweater, “Well, except put that sweater on, which you damn well know drives me crazy.”

Ryosuke realized what was happening, mostly because Yuri had cursed, something he didn’t generally do unless he was feeling especially hot and bothered, his lips twisting into a smirk as he shifted forward to close the distance between them, his fingers sliding to grasp his hips.

“I mean, really…” Yuri huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically, “Just…can you please stop looking so fucking kissable, my parents are here.”

Laughter bubbled up from Ryosuke as he shook his head, “So are mine, so what?”

Yuri didn’t have time for a response, so quickly did Ryosuke move, grabbing him around the waist to drag him roughly into him, his head tilting down until his breath was warm on Yuri’s face, his eyes bright with affection, “Kiss me then.”

“I want to…but…I shouldn’t,” Yuri whispered, his eyes dancing with the thrill of being held so closely, euphoric at the way the control seemed to hang by a delicate balance between the two of them.

“No, what you shouldn’t have done was to say that word,” Ryosuke stated, his voice laced with his best matter of fact attitude, his tone lowering to a whisper as he drew his arm up Yuri’s back, his fingers running through the hair at the edge of his sweater, twisting into the silky strands, the words heavy between them, “Now, stop wasting time and fucking kiss me.”

Ryosuke was a patient man, and Yuri well knew he’d keep him there in the middle of their kitchen as long as it took for him to cave in and do what he wanted him to do, not to mention the fact that of all of the things he did and did not want to do in the world, with Ryosuke’s sweet breath rushing across his skin, his fingertips biting into his hip where he held him around the waist, the gentle pull of his hair from the other hand, and his eyes filled with a heady combination of love and desire–well, all he really wanted to do was to to kiss him.

When he closed the sliver of distance between them, it was as if a force of nature had been unleashed, instantly, Ryosuke had him backed up against the counter, his mouth insistent, his tongue dancing to the melody of his thrumming heart, and he felt himself breathless, Ryosuke’s hands gliding under his sweater. He inhaled sharply as his fingers touched the straps of the suspenders, breaking the kiss with a gasp, jerking back to look at them as he slid the sweater off Yuri’s shoulders.

“You fucking tease,” Ryosuke hissed, his mouth back on Yuri’s with an even greater hunger, his fingers sliding up Yuri’s chest to cradle his cheeks, causing him to groan, breaking the kiss, which only encouraged Ryosuke to wander with his mouth across his jaw to his neck.

“Ryosuke,” Yuri whimpered when Ryosuke nibbled on his earlobe, “We…they’re all…”

“Shh,” Ryosuke tired to shush him but Yuri gave him a gentle push, which just led to Ryosuke pressing even further forward, his body heavy and firm against his own, his mouth moving slowly across his neck to the other side.

“But…we have…” Yuri tried to think, realizing that the champagne might have been a good idea on one hand, to keep him soothed and silent about his work frustrations, but on the other, decidedly lustful hand, it was most assuredly, in retrospect, a bad idea–as it had clearly amped up whatever desires Ryosuke was already feeling.

“Chiisana,” Ryosuke’s voice was soft, fluttering across his skin as he lifted his head to look at him, “They think I’m showering.

Yuri considered this, then studied Ryosuke, realizing that he wasn’t nearly as inebriated as he had thought, his eyes clear with certainty about what he’d said, and when he rolled his hips, making his intentions clear, Yuri pushed his shoulders back, “Not here.”

Ryosuke groaned, dropping his head onto his shoulder, “Why not?”

“There’s no lock on the door,” Yuri laughed softly, “I understand what you’re imagining, but there’s no way in hell I’m having my Mom walk into the kitchen with us doing whatever you have in mind.”

“Fuck…” Ryosuke hissed, inhaling sharply, as he took a step back, realizing that Yuri was correct, his hands running through his hair in agitation, “You’re right…”

“But…” Yuri grinned, grabbing Ryosuke’s hand and dragging him across the kitchen, toward the other door, “…if they think you’re in the shower…then…it should be okay if I were to let you know that food is ready and it’s time to come.”

The way he said the word left no room for misinterpretation, and Ryosuke had less than zero interest in anything other than getting to the bedroom and wasn’t surprised when Yuri closed and locked the door the moment they’d made it across the hall and inside.

He was surprised, however, when Yuri had instantly turned, pushing him backward, pinning him up against the door, his lips and tongue and body seemingly everywhere, as Yuri’s hands moved his bulky sweater to reach underneath, his fingers grasping the fullness of his arousal through his jeans causing him to moan through the kiss.

His head hit the door as Yuri’s mouth traveled across his jaw and down his neck, and then without any preamble, he sank to his knees in front of him.

Yuri made quick work of Ryosuke’s belt, glancing up at Ryosuke who was staring down at him, wide eyed, shaking his head, his voice confused, “I was…but, I thought…”

Yuri ignored his addled state, figuring he had earned the right to be a little slow on the uptake since he had two glasses of champagne in less than ten minutes, he relished unbuttoning his jeans, slowly drawing the zipper downward as Ryosuke bit his lip, watching Yuri tug on his pants to loosen them enough to give him the prize he was seeking.  

“I said I wanted to kiss you,” Yuri’s voice was laced with seduction, his expression provocative as he released Ryosuke’s aching need, his hand wrapping around him, stroking him slowly, his eyes locked with Ryosuke’s, the sentiment matching the smirk on his face as he spoke, “I didn’t say where.”

Ryosuke groaned, cursing under his breath as the sensual words settled across his skin, his hands sliding through Yuri’s hair, grabbing onto him roughly as he stared up at him, his tongue peeking out slowly to taste him, sending tendrils of pleasure through Ryosuke’s body, humming softly before he leaned his head forward, drawing him more deeply into his mouth, his hand meeting his lips as he pressed forward.

Ryosuke tried to keep his body against the door, tried to not move but it was nearly impossible.

Whatever else the champagne had done, it had most certainly withdrawn his ability to think about his actions before he did them, unlike his normal behavior where he would carefully balance his mind so that he could draw out the pleasure, for himself, of course, but more importantly, and in particular, to ensure he could take care of Yuri…well, in this moment, his mind swirling under the influence of the alcohol he couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts sorted, couldn’t seem to bring his body into submission, and he whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by his lack of self control.

Yuri slowly drew his lips back, blinking up at him, continuing to use his hand to glide across the silky skin, as he shushed him softly, knowing full well what he was feeling, “You’re fine,” he soothed him, “Don’t be stupid and overthink right now.”

Ryosuke felt uncertain, his eyes glazed as he watched Yuri’s expression go from the gentle lover to one tinged with forthright desire and hunger, his eyes fixated on his lips as he slowly eased him back into his mouth, his tongue rolling around making him press his shoulders back into the door.

When he continued to move, intensity spreading quickly, Yuri lifted his eyes slowly up, slightly closed in gentled affection, humming softly to convey his request, Ryosuke couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t make himself argue, groaning as he nodded, breathless, “…kay…I’ll try…”

Yuri’s hand shifted up his hip to grab his other hand, their fingers entwining as his mouth and hand worked in perfect sync, his purpose one of speed, as he set a steady, yet fast pace that had Ryosuke’s legs trembling in less a minute, his fingers white as they held Yuri’s hand, the sensations rushing like a wildfire through his body.

Yuri knew that Ryosuke was close, his quickened breaths, the sounds that drove him crazy filling the room despite his teeth biting into his lip in an effort to stay quiet, and when he sped up, the push and pull, the consistency of the motion causing Ryosuke to succumb to the pleasure. Yuri could tell when it happened, so relieved, when he felt him surrender control, his hips pivoting off the door as his fingers tensed in his hair, urging him to not stop, pleading as he was so close, desperation causing him to beg, “Please, Yuri…p-please.”

Yuri understood, taking him in deeper, increasing his urgency, twisting his hand in the way he knew he loved, moaning as he felt his body go rigid for a moment, his arm moving around to pull him forward when Ryosuke jerked his hand loose from his. Yuri’s eyes lifting in approval, watching as he covered his mouth, doing his  best to remain quiet, his name spilling from his lips, muffled but clear, followed by a string of unintelligible words that were probably nothing more than a series of gasped expletives, as that was Ryosuke’s normal ‘go to’ response to his orgasm.

Ryosuke tugged on his hair, letting him know how close he was, always giving him the chance to withdraw–to which Yuri shoved him with his shoulder to make him stop worrying about moving him.

Even after all this time, he’s still thinking of me. He always considers me, even when he should just be focused on himself.

God, I love him so much.

Moments later, Yuri felt the distinct pleasure of satisfaction as the first warmth of Ryosuke’s release filled his mouth, his entire focus on the very idea that he was the only person in the universe that saw this–saw Ryosuke in the raw, unfiltered moments where he trusted him implicitly to take care of him, his breath hitched as he felt the spasms rocking his body.

Ryosuke’s fingers were clenching open and closed frantically in Yuri’s hair, lost in the swirling pleasure that was racing through his body, all of the world faded away, there was no house, no family, no party–just him, and just Yuri–there on his knees, his mouth doing wicked and wonderful things to him, his magically skilled hand drawing forth the expanse of his nearly overwhelming need–and then there was just the heat spiraling as the tension coiled deep inside–frenzied and intense in his abandoned inhibitions.

And then…he was hyper focused on Yuri below him–always so belligerent that he still offered to have him move away–and in that single moment, between the two of them was such intimacy as their eyes connected, something he wasn’t sure anyone could ever truly understand–his giving so freely, with such abandon, allowing himself to become so vulnerable, to offer him such an exquisite gift–eyes locked with his own–the way he knew what to do, how to do it–the way he didn’t shy away when he knew he was going to come, but instead pushed forward, enhancing every aspect of both the physical and emotional release–faithfully guiding him through the ecstasy as only he could, as only he ever had, like it was as normal to him as breathing, then easing him down gently, slowly, tenderly.

Such affection as I have never known–what could I have ever done to deserve someone so perfectly amazing?

I am so blessed.

I love him so much.

Yuri took care to get his clothes sorted as Ryosuke slumped against the door, his body loose and relaxed, reaching down to offer his hand to help him stand up, not letting go of him so he could draw him forward. Yuri groaned, his face pressing into Ryosuke’s sweater when Ryosuke’s hand shifted instantly to press against him, feeling how hard he’d made him, his other hand reaching down to lift his chin so he could see his face, his eyes begging.

Yuri pushed his hand away, drawing back, “We don’t have time for that.”

Ryosuke leaned forward, kissing him gently, his lips soft and supple, grinning when his tongue darted out, the taste of himself on Yuri’s lips probably as good as Yuri found the champagne, groaning in disappointment, “But…”

“Seriously,” Yuri laughed softly, shaking his head, “Tonight.”

“What about this then?” Ryosuke asked, kissing him in the maddening way that made his whole body tingle, his hand gliding up and down his length, teasing him.

“That will be gone the second I hear my Mom’s voice,” Yuri laughed, biting his lip for a moment as his eyes fluttered closed from the sensation of Ryosuke stroking him, then shaking his head, reaching beside Ryosuke to unlock the door, tilting his head toward the bathroom behind him, “Go get yourself sorted, splash some water on your face or something so it’s not obvious I just got you off, and then get your ass into the kitchen to help me feed our families.”

Ryosuke grinned, his hand sliding against him slowly, leaning his face next to his so he could whisper in his ear, “Okay, but tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

Of course you are,” Yuri smiled when Ryosuke shifted back, taking in the playful light in his eyes, brushing his hand away as he reached to shove him so he could open the door, “Now go, and hurry, because I don’t want your sisters asking me for advice if they realize what exactly we’ve been doing in here!”

“Ew! What the hell, Ree!” Ryosuke shook his head, his expression twisted in disgust, “Don’t say stuff like that!”

Yuri laughed lightly, opening the door and then turning before he left the room, “Well, I’ve already decided if either of them ask me anything, I’m going to refer them to the resident expert.”

Ryosuke tilted his head, confused for a moment, his eyes widening when Yuri’s eyebrow slowly rose, looking pointedly at him, grinning, and Ryosuke sputtered, shaking his head as Yuri drew the door closed, rushing to jerk it open, hissing across the hallway, “I will fucking kick your ass if you tell them something like that!”

“Pfft,” Yuri didn’t even bother looking back at Ryosuke as he issued the threat, “You’re already so overwhelmingly flattered by the fact I’m conceding to your expertise on the matter to even truly care if I tell them or not.”

Ryosuke’s mouth opened and closed and then he huffed, “You jerk.”

“You love me and you know it,” Yuri glanced back, winking at Ryosuke who nodded despite himself.

“I love you,” Ryosuke smiled when Yuri turned back, blowing a kiss, and then calling out “I love you, too–now GO!”

Ryosuke shook his head as he closed the door to go make absolutely sure, beyond any question of any sort, by anyone, at anytime, for the rest of the evening, maybe the rest of his life, to ensure that no one could tell what had just happened–because although he thought Yuri was probably joking…

He was absolutely not about to take any chances.

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