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The early evening sun peeked through the clouds, the November wind cold against Toshinori’s face as he jogged. Leaves crunched under his footfalls as his breath caught, forcing his jog to an abrupt end as he coughed violently. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, unsurprised at the blood he found there. He let out a sigh as he turned off the tree-lined path onto a busy shop-lined street; his throat suddenly felt dry. Bookstore. Bakery. Stationery. His gaze caught on the 7-Eleven sign on the next corner. He perked up, a feeling of relief washing over him, and set off toward his goal.
He kept close to the buildings as he moved, trying to make his tall, thin frame as unimposing as possible. The crowd swarmed around him as he walked, and he found observing the people going about their day rather peaceful. He passed a few more businesses before stopping short as three students darted in front of him. “Sorry, mister!” one of the boys called over his shoulder as they slipped through the crowd. He was just a few more steps into his journey once more when a white blur caught his attention.
Toshinori found himself in front of a storefront with huge glass windows. And cats. Many, many cats. At the forefront was the fluffiest white cat he was sure he had ever seen. He smiled to himself as he leaned down to get a better look, tapping his finger on the glass. His smile grew as the ball of fluff pounced after his finger.
He tapped alternatingly at the glass, quite amused as the cat happily pranced after each finger. He pulled away after a few more minutes when he felt a cough rising in his throat. He quickly stepped into the cat café; 7-Eleven long forgotten. As he waited to be seated, he felt a tug move up his pant leg. The cat from the window. Toshinori gently extracted the claws from his track pants and settled the fluff ball in his arms as he was led to a table toward the back of the café.
The server left him with a bow after taking his order. The cat settled happily in his lap, purring loudly as Toshinori’s long fingers nestled into its fur, scratching lightly. He let his gaze wander around the small café. The place was filled with quiet chatter and a seemingly constant purring; the occasional meow for attention. A smile stretched across his face as he caught sight of a dark-haired man dressed in black being swarmed by at least five cats.
Toshinori continued to watch the man and his clutter of cats. A tiny calico kitten climbed its way from the man’s lap, up his chest, and nestled itself in the swath of fabric around the man’s neck. A hint of a smile graced his stubbled features as he reached up with a finger to scratch the top of the kitten’s head. Toshinori watched with growing abandon as an orange kitten with white socks leapt onto the man’s shoulder and disappeared into the folds of fabric, a shaky smile breaking out over the man’s face as he shrugged the shoulder up to his ear.
Toshinori couldn’t help but smile to himself as he looked on; glancing down at the cat in his lap as it rolled onto its back and gently encased his hand in its claws. He playfully tickled the cat’s tummy with his trapped hand as his eyes wandered back to the man. His eyebrows rose slightly when he found a long-haired blond man with triangle glasses at the dark-haired man’s table. The blond man appeared to be teasing the other, judging by the mischievous grin on his face. Toshinori’s gaze slid back to the other man, but his face was hidden behind the gray scarf around his neck and he appeared to be… shaking.
Toshinori startled slightly as his server brought his order. A pink tinge found his cheeks as he lifted his strawberry yogurt tea to his lips, sipping slowly as he slid his gaze around the room before he found himself zeroed in on the two men again. The dark-haired man had turned away from his companion, a smile stretched across his face, now visible as the calico kitten tumbled free of the scarf it had been cocooned in. Toshinori felt his eyebrows raise as he looked toward the other man, finding one of his hands wedged between the other’s rib cage and his arm. His fingers wiggled against the ribs they rested against and Toshinori felt amusement growing inside his chest as the dark-haired man jerked away, trying to press into the back of the booth they were seated in. Three of the cats that had been all over him bolted, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Shouta heard Hizashi chuckle to himself, that bastard.
A gasp escaped him as Hizashi leaned close from behind, “Aw, Shou, you scared the kitties away.” But his fingers didn’t let up; instead, he brought his other hand up and playfully goosed at Shouta’s hip. Shouta jerked again, a hand clamping over his mouth as giggles bubbled from his throat. Hizashi seemed to take pity on him-his fingers slowed, lightly scratching. Shouta’s giggles died down and he settled back against Hizashi’s chest, his eyes closed as his heart rate calmed. He purred quietly as he felt Hizashi press a kiss to his temple. “I’m not the only one who enjoyed seeing your giggly self…” Hizash’s breath teased against Shouta’s ear.
Shouta’s eyes flew open, a blush rising to his cheeks. His eyes tracked the room; almost immediately zeroed in on a tall, slender man with messy blond hair with piercing blue eyes, who grinned at him - that bastard. The man finished his drink; their eyes locked the entire time. Damn it, Shouta internally groaned, his stomach somersaulting. The man stood and flashed him a crooked smile before turning to leave, a fluffy white cat in his arms.
“It seems he liked the show, Shou.” Hizashi smirked, gathering his leather jacket, “Now, we should go home.” Shouta hummed agreement, straightening as he stood from his seat, the light blush on his cheeks thankfully hidden by the folds of his capture weapon.
They headed up to the counter to pay, careful as cats swarmed their legs as they moved. Shouta pulled out his wallet once they made it to the counter, the lady smiling at them. “Ah, your bill was taken care of.”
“By whom?” Shouta asked, his stomach somersaulting again, What is this?
“Ah, the really tall blond fellow that just left,” the cashier replied, gesturing toward the exit.
“He must have really liked you,” Hizashi tittered, trailing a finger up Shouta's spine, delighting in the shiver he tried to hide.
Ridiculous, Shouta thought, sending a sideways glance at Hizashi, before spotting the donation jar on the counter. He quickly stuffed a couple ¥2,000 bills in it. “Thank you,” Shouta said with a quick bow, swiftly exiting the café, and practically dragging Hizashi behind him.
When they returned to their apartment building, Shouta let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t been able to stop replaying the eye contact he had made with the man on the entire train ride home. How much had he seen? Why was he staring? And that grin. He felt a heat rising in his cheeks again as the man’s eyes flashed in his mind, strikingly blue and dominating. Shouta felt a stirring of… excitement in his stomach as he opened the door to their apartment. He kicked his boots off in the genkan, vaguely aware of Hizashi coming in behind him.
He hung his capture weapon on a hook in the hall leading to the rest of the apartment and tied his hair in a messy bun at the base of his neck. He melted against Hizashi as he came up behind him, an arm wrapping around his torso, a hand wrapping around the bun of hair; forcing Shouta’s head back against his shoulder, his lips planting gentle kisses in the crook of his neck.
A moan escaped Shouta’s throat, his shoulder shrugging slightly up to his ear as he twisted to face his husband; his lips catching Hizashi in a hungry kiss. He felt Hizashi's lips pull into a smile as their hips pressed together. Hands slipped under Shouta’s black sweater, fingers lightly teasing along his waist. He let out a whiny giggle but made no move to pull away.
Hizashi hummed, gently steering him further into their apartment; fingers lightly trailing along Shouta's hips as he took his husband’s lower lip gently between his teeth. Shouta shuddered, pulling Hizashi impossibly closer as they moved past the living room toward the hall. Hizashi nibbled at his lip, his nails lightly gliding up to play along Shouta's ribs.
Shouta giggled, his back arching involuntarily as he tried to back away, his hands darting to grab Hizashi's. "Ah, ah, ah..." Hizashi scolded gently, pressing his hips hard against Shouta's, pinning him between himself and their bedroom door. He settled Shouta with an unyielding stare, waiting... Shouta swallowed as he stared back, squirming slightly as his cock twitched against his dark jeans; finally averting his gaze as he gently released his hold on Hizashi's wrists. Hizashi smirked, leaning in and whispering against Shouta's ear, "That's my good boy," as his fingers descended and goosed at Shouta's hips.
Shouta squealed, his hips jerking back against the door, his hands grasping either side of the door frame, his cock pulsing as Hizashi's hips ground against him. "ZAH! ‘Zashi, plehehease..."
Hizashi's lips found their way to Shouta's throat, gently toying; enjoying the goosebumps that formed beneath his lips. He purred at the shaky giggles that left his lover; his hips ever grinding against his. He slipped his hands under Shouta’s sweater once more, nails teasing over his nipples, smiling against Shouta’s throat as they hardened under his touch.
Giggles bubbled out of Shouta's throat as Hizashi's fingers delved back to his hips, kneading roughly. Shouta arched hard against Hizashi before jerking back against the door, which rattled against the doorjamb; his breathy giggles turning into a shrill cry.
“Aww… did that tickle, kitten?” Hizashi teased, his fingers working their way back up, slowly taking Shouta's sweater with them.
Shouta glared in response, pink coloring his cheeks as his lower lip slipped between his teeth; the corners of his mouth twitched nervously the higher the fingers crawled. He slowly lifted his arms, a nervous grin spreading across his features as Hizashi's nails lightly slid higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You are doing so good, kitten…” came Hizashi's encouragement, a loving smile spread across his face as he watched Shouta’s adorable reactions. He slid his hands higher, his eyes alight with excitement as Shouta began to tremble the higher his nails slid.
A panicked grin spread across Shouta’s face as nails grazed along the edges of his armpits, his lower lip slipping between his teeth as he tried to back away, only to be reminded how trapped he was as a nervous giggle finally escaped.
Higher his nails climbed up Shouta's triceps, a purr of delight as Shouta’s arms began to tremble. “Just a little longer, kitten! You're doing so good,” Hizashi praised, his fingers gliding up up Shouta's inner forearms, his smile widening as Shouta’s face emerged from the other side of the sweater; his fingers intertwining with Shouta's over his head. “Color…?” he asked softly, watching as Shouta collected himself; a slight smile still pulled at his lips, the blush slowly receding from his cheeks.
“Mmheh.. Green.”
Hizashi released his hold on Shouta, dropping his sweater to the floor. He leaned in to kiss his husband; an arm wrapping around his waist as he twisted the knob on their bedroom door.
Shouta eagerly returned Hizashi's affection, stumbling slightly as he was directed through the doorway. His lips parted as Hizashi's tongue asked for entrance; his hand worked the button of Shouta's jeans open, then the zipper. Hizashi moaned quietly as his tongue explored Shouta's mouth, his hands working Shouta's jeans from his hips as they moved closer to the bed until they pooled at his ankles.
Shouta’s mouth pulled away from Hizashi’s as his calves hit the foot of their bed, his stomach flipping as Hizashi pushed him back onto the bed – a bit forcefully. His cock twitched in his boxer briefs as he laid back against the bed, stretching his arms and legs to the corners of the bed.
“And I didn’t even have to ask,” Hizashi teased, receiving a whine as he climbed onto the bed to straddle Shouta’s hips. “Stay still,” he commanded, lightly gliding his fingers up Shouta’s exposed sides, delighting in the goosebumps that sprouted over the skin beneath his fingers, and the sharp inhale that came from Shouta. Higher his fingers moved; Shouta finally squirming beneath him, his lip sucked between his teeth as he tried not to laugh.
“Oh, now you're gonna hold back on me? We'll see about that…”
He kept close to the buildings as he moved, trying to make his tall, thin frame as unimposing as possible. The crowd swarmed around him as he walked, and he found observing the people going about their day rather peaceful. He passed a few more businesses before stopping short as three students darted in front of him. “Sorry, mister!” one of the boys called over his shoulder as they slipped through the crowd. He was just a few more steps into his journey once more when a white blur caught his attention.
Toshinori found himself in front of a storefront with huge glass windows. And cats. Many, many cats. At the forefront was the fluffiest white cat he was sure he had ever seen. He smiled to himself as he leaned down to get a better look, tapping his finger on the glass. His smile grew as the ball of fluff pounced after his finger.
He tapped alternatingly at the glass, quite amused as the cat happily pranced after each finger. He pulled away after a few more minutes when he felt a cough rising in his throat. He quickly stepped into the cat café; 7-Eleven long forgotten. As he waited to be seated, he felt a tug move up his pant leg. The cat from the window. Toshinori gently extracted the claws from his track pants and settled the fluff ball in his arms as he was led to a table toward the back of the café.
The server left him with a bow after taking his order. The cat settled happily in his lap, purring loudly as Toshinori’s long fingers nestled into its fur, scratching lightly. He let his gaze wander around the small café. The place was filled with quiet chatter and a seemingly constant purring; the occasional meow for attention. A smile stretched across his face as he caught sight of a dark-haired man dressed in black being swarmed by at least five cats.
Toshinori continued to watch the man and his clutter of cats. A tiny calico kitten climbed its way from the man’s lap, up his chest, and nestled itself in the swath of fabric around the man’s neck. A hint of a smile graced his stubbled features as he reached up with a finger to scratch the top of the kitten’s head. Toshinori watched with growing abandon as an orange kitten with white socks leapt onto the man’s shoulder and disappeared into the folds of fabric, a shaky smile breaking out over the man’s face as he shrugged the shoulder up to his ear.
Toshinori couldn’t help but smile to himself as he looked on; glancing down at the cat in his lap as it rolled onto its back and gently encased his hand in its claws. He playfully tickled the cat’s tummy with his trapped hand as his eyes wandered back to the man. His eyebrows rose slightly when he found a long-haired blond man with triangle glasses at the dark-haired man’s table. The blond man appeared to be teasing the other, judging by the mischievous grin on his face. Toshinori’s gaze slid back to the other man, but his face was hidden behind the gray scarf around his neck and he appeared to be… shaking.
Toshinori startled slightly as his server brought his order. A pink tinge found his cheeks as he lifted his strawberry yogurt tea to his lips, sipping slowly as he slid his gaze around the room before he found himself zeroed in on the two men again. The dark-haired man had turned away from his companion, a smile stretched across his face, now visible as the calico kitten tumbled free of the scarf it had been cocooned in. Toshinori felt his eyebrows raise as he looked toward the other man, finding one of his hands wedged between the other’s rib cage and his arm. His fingers wiggled against the ribs they rested against and Toshinori felt amusement growing inside his chest as the dark-haired man jerked away, trying to press into the back of the booth they were seated in. Three of the cats that had been all over him bolted, but he didn’t seem to notice.
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Shouta heard Hizashi chuckle to himself, that bastard.
A gasp escaped him as Hizashi leaned close from behind, “Aw, Shou, you scared the kitties away.” But his fingers didn’t let up; instead, he brought his other hand up and playfully goosed at Shouta’s hip. Shouta jerked again, a hand clamping over his mouth as giggles bubbled from his throat. Hizashi seemed to take pity on him-his fingers slowed, lightly scratching. Shouta’s giggles died down and he settled back against Hizashi’s chest, his eyes closed as his heart rate calmed. He purred quietly as he felt Hizashi press a kiss to his temple. “I’m not the only one who enjoyed seeing your giggly self…” Hizash’s breath teased against Shouta’s ear.
Shouta’s eyes flew open, a blush rising to his cheeks. His eyes tracked the room; almost immediately zeroed in on a tall, slender man with messy blond hair with piercing blue eyes, who grinned at him - that bastard. The man finished his drink; their eyes locked the entire time. Damn it, Shouta internally groaned, his stomach somersaulting. The man stood and flashed him a crooked smile before turning to leave, a fluffy white cat in his arms.
“It seems he liked the show, Shou.” Hizashi smirked, gathering his leather jacket, “Now, we should go home.” Shouta hummed agreement, straightening as he stood from his seat, the light blush on his cheeks thankfully hidden by the folds of his capture weapon.
They headed up to the counter to pay, careful as cats swarmed their legs as they moved. Shouta pulled out his wallet once they made it to the counter, the lady smiling at them. “Ah, your bill was taken care of.”
“By whom?” Shouta asked, his stomach somersaulting again, What is this?
“Ah, the really tall blond fellow that just left,” the cashier replied, gesturing toward the exit.
“He must have really liked you,” Hizashi tittered, trailing a finger up Shouta's spine, delighting in the shiver he tried to hide.
Ridiculous, Shouta thought, sending a sideways glance at Hizashi, before spotting the donation jar on the counter. He quickly stuffed a couple ¥2,000 bills in it. “Thank you,” Shouta said with a quick bow, swiftly exiting the café, and practically dragging Hizashi behind him.
When they returned to their apartment building, Shouta let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t been able to stop replaying the eye contact he had made with the man on the entire train ride home. How much had he seen? Why was he staring? And that grin. He felt a heat rising in his cheeks again as the man’s eyes flashed in his mind, strikingly blue and dominating. Shouta felt a stirring of… excitement in his stomach as he opened the door to their apartment. He kicked his boots off in the genkan, vaguely aware of Hizashi coming in behind him.
He hung his capture weapon on a hook in the hall leading to the rest of the apartment and tied his hair in a messy bun at the base of his neck. He melted against Hizashi as he came up behind him, an arm wrapping around his torso, a hand wrapping around the bun of hair; forcing Shouta’s head back against his shoulder, his lips planting gentle kisses in the crook of his neck.
A moan escaped Shouta’s throat, his shoulder shrugging slightly up to his ear as he twisted to face his husband; his lips catching Hizashi in a hungry kiss. He felt Hizashi's lips pull into a smile as their hips pressed together. Hands slipped under Shouta’s black sweater, fingers lightly teasing along his waist. He let out a whiny giggle but made no move to pull away.
Hizashi hummed, gently steering him further into their apartment; fingers lightly trailing along Shouta's hips as he took his husband’s lower lip gently between his teeth. Shouta shuddered, pulling Hizashi impossibly closer as they moved past the living room toward the hall. Hizashi nibbled at his lip, his nails lightly gliding up to play along Shouta's ribs.
Shouta giggled, his back arching involuntarily as he tried to back away, his hands darting to grab Hizashi's. "Ah, ah, ah..." Hizashi scolded gently, pressing his hips hard against Shouta's, pinning him between himself and their bedroom door. He settled Shouta with an unyielding stare, waiting... Shouta swallowed as he stared back, squirming slightly as his cock twitched against his dark jeans; finally averting his gaze as he gently released his hold on Hizashi's wrists. Hizashi smirked, leaning in and whispering against Shouta's ear, "That's my good boy," as his fingers descended and goosed at Shouta's hips.
Shouta squealed, his hips jerking back against the door, his hands grasping either side of the door frame, his cock pulsing as Hizashi's hips ground against him. "ZAH! ‘Zashi, plehehease..."
Hizashi's lips found their way to Shouta's throat, gently toying; enjoying the goosebumps that formed beneath his lips. He purred at the shaky giggles that left his lover; his hips ever grinding against his. He slipped his hands under Shouta’s sweater once more, nails teasing over his nipples, smiling against Shouta’s throat as they hardened under his touch.
Giggles bubbled out of Shouta's throat as Hizashi's fingers delved back to his hips, kneading roughly. Shouta arched hard against Hizashi before jerking back against the door, which rattled against the doorjamb; his breathy giggles turning into a shrill cry.
“Aww… did that tickle, kitten?” Hizashi teased, his fingers working their way back up, slowly taking Shouta's sweater with them.
Shouta glared in response, pink coloring his cheeks as his lower lip slipped between his teeth; the corners of his mouth twitched nervously the higher the fingers crawled. He slowly lifted his arms, a nervous grin spreading across his features as Hizashi's nails lightly slid higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You are doing so good, kitten…” came Hizashi's encouragement, a loving smile spread across his face as he watched Shouta’s adorable reactions. He slid his hands higher, his eyes alight with excitement as Shouta began to tremble the higher his nails slid.
A panicked grin spread across Shouta’s face as nails grazed along the edges of his armpits, his lower lip slipping between his teeth as he tried to back away, only to be reminded how trapped he was as a nervous giggle finally escaped.
Higher his nails climbed up Shouta's triceps, a purr of delight as Shouta’s arms began to tremble. “Just a little longer, kitten! You're doing so good,” Hizashi praised, his fingers gliding up up Shouta's inner forearms, his smile widening as Shouta’s face emerged from the other side of the sweater; his fingers intertwining with Shouta's over his head. “Color…?” he asked softly, watching as Shouta collected himself; a slight smile still pulled at his lips, the blush slowly receding from his cheeks.
“Mmheh.. Green.”
Hizashi released his hold on Shouta, dropping his sweater to the floor. He leaned in to kiss his husband; an arm wrapping around his waist as he twisted the knob on their bedroom door.
Shouta eagerly returned Hizashi's affection, stumbling slightly as he was directed through the doorway. His lips parted as Hizashi's tongue asked for entrance; his hand worked the button of Shouta's jeans open, then the zipper. Hizashi moaned quietly as his tongue explored Shouta's mouth, his hands working Shouta's jeans from his hips as they moved closer to the bed until they pooled at his ankles.
Shouta’s mouth pulled away from Hizashi’s as his calves hit the foot of their bed, his stomach flipping as Hizashi pushed him back onto the bed – a bit forcefully. His cock twitched in his boxer briefs as he laid back against the bed, stretching his arms and legs to the corners of the bed.
“And I didn’t even have to ask,” Hizashi teased, receiving a whine as he climbed onto the bed to straddle Shouta’s hips. “Stay still,” he commanded, lightly gliding his fingers up Shouta’s exposed sides, delighting in the goosebumps that sprouted over the skin beneath his fingers, and the sharp inhale that came from Shouta. Higher his fingers moved; Shouta finally squirming beneath him, his lip sucked between his teeth as he tried not to laugh.
“Oh, now you're gonna hold back on me? We'll see about that…”
