[name] [last name]'s life is smeared between fantasy and reality. and nishinoya yuu is nothing more than a harsh string that tugs his lover in between the canvas, that made both worlds melt into an improvised paradise. its nothing much but hey, it never left the couple unsatisfied.
its funny really, how [name] migrated into different worlds & phases ( maybe even carving themselves on empty statics ) and yet ; he managed to rest them in his home of warm hues, a painted life reserved for two.
just like this afternoon when they were dragged out of their work into his embrace, suddenly being abducted of as yuu exclaimed that he wanted to have a self care session. seriously, he never misses an opportunity to amuse his significant other.
he started off by simply doing skin care session, pampering their face with whatever facial products the both of them needed, the background music that his lover chose was convenient much to the point they messed around in the bathroom with face masks on.
oh but it never ends at that. rather, it was only a warm up to spice up this savouring moment.
nishinoya wasn't used to massaging, yet of course, he's more willing than anyone to indulge in the field of learning if it involves [name]. they adore him for his persistent curiosity that makes them thrive for the better even more. he began pressing their face with his touch of gentleness and with ease, tracing oh so softly. he shrivels in excitement when a smile ghosted their features, as if he felt them mentally sighing in delight.
"this is better than the spa we went a month ago"
"nah you just don't wanna waste money"
"same thing ??"
to repay him for that, he only requested a very simple task. he would've done it himself if he wanted to. placing in position, the male sat on the ground beside their bed as [name]'s legs secured his figure. he leans on their touch, a tinge of playfulness and grace simmering those damp fingers.
every stroke, every movement, tickles his sweet sweet heart, chalk pink dusting his face.
it leaves a little more memory that tastes so foreign, so new as it wanders through the hallways of his home. the feeling being welcomed with wide arms.
does that makes sense ? [name]'s husband doesn't want to know, he doesn't need rather.
he finally peeled off the unnecessary thoughts when their voice came into his senses. "thank you for this"
what's better than cherishing the now ? sometimes, things don't have to make sense just so to satisfy your curiosity. [name] is there with him, and that's all there is to know.
"anything for you, love"
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