Love Me Harder // MatsuHana.

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The evening was warm, and Matsukawa's room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a lamp illuminating the space. The remnants of their late-night snack lay scattered on the floor, a testament to their lazy evening spent binging on a random series.

Matsukawa leaned back against the headboard, his arm draped casually around Hanamaki, who was nestled against his side, an empty bowl resting in his lap.

"Hey, what was that thing you said about my cooking earlier?" Matsukawa teased, a smirk dancing on his lips. "You said it was 'subpar,' right?"

Hanamaki rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "I said it was 'unique,' you dork. Besides, I was just being honest. That pasta was suspicious."

Matsukawa chuckled, pulling Hanamaki closer, his fingers brushing against his side. "You're lucky I'm a forgiving boyfriend. Otherwise, I might have to reconsider your culinary critiques."

"Pfft, as if I'd ever let you cook for me again!" Hanamaki shot back, playfully nudging Matsukawa's shoulder. Their laughter echoed in the room, but as the playful banter faded, an electric tension filled the air.

Hanamaki glanced up at Matsukawa, his breath hitching slightly as their eyes met. There was a moment of silence, a heartbeat stretched between them.

Matsukawa's gaze softened, and he brushed a thumb across Hanamaki's cheek, lingering just a little longer than necessary.

"Makki..." Matsukawa's voice was low, barely above a whisper. "You have no idea how much I like having you here."

Hanamaki's heart raced. "Yeah? Well, I like being here too," he replied, his tone teasing yet shy.

Matsukawa leaned in closer, their faces inches apart. "Is that so?" He was playing coy, but Hanamaki could see the warmth in his eyes, the way they sparkled with mischief. "What else do you like?"

Before Hanamaki could formulate a witty comeback, Matsukawa closed the gap, capturing his lips in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a gentle exploration, testing the waters, and Hanamaki melted into the warmth, his heart pounding.

"Mmm," Hanamaki murmured against Matsukawa's lips, a smile creeping onto his face. "I like that."

Encouraged, Matsukawa deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to Hanamaki's waist, pulling him closer. Hanamaki responded, his fingers threading through Matsukawa's hair, the familiar softness feeling electric against his fingertips.

As they kissed, Matsukawa shifted, maneuvering so that Hanamaki was pressed against the headboard, the playful nature of their earlier banter replaced with a tension that hung heavily in the air.

Matsukawa's breath quickened, and Hanamaki felt a thrill run down his spine as their kisses turned more heated, more demanding.

After a moment, Matsukawa pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Hanamaki's. Both of them were breathing heavily, the room filled with a mix of warmth and anticipation.

"You know, I didn't think it'd be this hard to keep my hands to myself around you," Matsukawa admitted, his voice low.

Hanamaki laughed softly, his cheeks flushed. "You and me both. But who says we have to hold back?"

"Touché," Matsukawa replied, his smirk returning as he leaned in again, this time more confidently. Their lips met once more, and Hanamaki could feel the heat radiating off Matsukawa's body. The kiss deepened, becoming a blend of urgency and sweetness as they lost themselves in each other.

Hanamaki's fingers slid down Matsukawa's neck, tracing his jawline before tangling in his hair. Matsukawa's hands roamed over Hanamaki's sides, exploring the familiar territory that felt even more thrilling under the weight of their unspoken feelings.

"Wow," Hanamaki breathed, breaking the kiss for a moment. "I didn't know we'd be taking it to this level tonight."

Matsukawa chuckled, his breath warm against Hanamaki's lips. "Neither did I, but I'm not complaining."

With a playful glint in his eyes, Matsukawa leaned back, creating a little distance. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Hanamaki thought for a moment, feeling emboldened. "Well, I could use some more of that 'unique' cooking of yours," he said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Matsukawa raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, is that so? You want me to cook for you again after the last disaster?"

"Maybe I just want another excuse to have you close," Hanamaki shot back, his heart racing at his own boldness.

"Careful, or I might take that literally," Matsukawa warned, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh, please," Hanamaki teased. "You'd love it."

Matsukawa leaned in again, brushing their noses together before capturing Hanamaki's lips once more. The kiss was more intense this time, filled with the weight of their unspoken desires. Hanamaki melted into Matsukawa, feeling his heart race as he pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

They broke apart again, both breathless. "You know," Matsukawa said, still close enough that their breaths mingled, "I could definitely get used to this."

"Me too," Hanamaki replied, his heart racing. "But let's not forget about the cooking. We can't leave your culinary skills untested."

Matsukawa laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Alright, Chef Matsukawa at your service. But I'll need a taste tester, of course."

"Just don't burn anything this time," Hanamaki teased, leaning in to peck Matsukawa on the cheek before pushing him playfully toward the kitchen.

As Matsukawa stood, Hanamaki couldn't help but admire him, the way the dim light highlighted the contours of his figure. "You really do look like husband material when you're cooking," Hanamaki joked, crossing his arms.

Matsukawa turned, feigning offense. "Excuse me? You're just trying to butter me up so I don't mess up dinner again."

"Can you blame me?" Hanamaki replied with a wink. "You're irresistible."

Matsukawa grinned, shaking his head as he walked toward the kitchen. "Alright, alright, you've convinced me. I'll whip up something 'unique' just for you. But only if you promise to keep those compliments coming."

"Deal," Hanamaki replied, following him into the kitchen, excitement bubbling between them. And as Matsukawa busied himself with ingredients, Hanamaki felt a warmth in his chest, knowing this was only the beginning of many more evenings spent together, laughing, teasing, and exploring the depths of their connection.