work song ✓ soukoku

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it was about 4:00 am when dazai heard chuuya's keys fumble into the door lock of their apartment, followed by the sound of the latter's boots dragging on the floor until he reached their bedroom, finally dropping beside his husband without bothering to take any of his clothes off.

“someone's reallyy tired...” osamu opened his eyes to look at the beautiful man beside him, “i made something to eat for you, it's in the oven”
“mhm, ‘m not that hungry right now, but thanks.” chuuya mumbled rubbing his eyes.
“that's fine, love. are you planning on sleeping in your work attire, shoes hat and all?”
“shut up, osamu” chuuya grunted in response to the tease, “i might just do that to piss you off.”
osamu just chuckled in response, then got up from his spot on the bed and went to take off his lover's shoes, then his pants and all of his clothes until chuuya was left in boxers and socks, and finally dazai tosses him one of his shirts. “put this one on by yourself, i already did a great part of thr job!”
the redhead smiled softly as he lifted to put on the navy blue shirt, then he dropped back on the soft mattress and opened his arm, his loving gaze toward dazai telling him to get into the embrace.

osamu complied and immediately got into the safety of his beloved's arms, pressing featherlight kisses all over his face, telling chuuya everything he wanted to say in a language only the two of them could understand
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i missed you. a kiss on chuuya's lips.

i hate your job for keeping you away from me for so long. another one, a bit more pressure applied this time.

i know. i hate it too. chuuya's hands softly rubbing dazai's hips, calloused hands somehow gentle and even angelic on his scarred skin.

i've been waiting to hold you all day.  one of chuuya's strong arms now wrapping around  the brunette's torso, the other one moving to cup his cheek.

i've been waiting to finally feel safe here all day. dazai hugging chuuya thightly, as if he was trying to become one with him.

you're all i think about when you're away. dazai nuzzling his nose on chuuya's neck, just under his jawline, as the other held him strongly but lovingly, as if osamu was something precious that shall be protected.

chuuya was away often because of his job. both men despised that.
but chuuya always came back, dazai knew it.

just like dazai crawled back to him years back, and chuuya took him by his side again without hesitation, without fret, on late nights chuuya crawls back into the low lamp light of their bedroom, exhaused and sick, and osamu held him and kissed him and gave him his whole heart and soul without asking questions about what chuuya's hands and body had done.
they always crawled back to each other, nothing from war to death could stop that.

no grave could hold their bodies down, for they would always find their way home into each other's embrace.