Take Care of Me

"Must you always bite on me?"

"Of course, and you love it."

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It's quite weird the Hunting Dog must admit, but he guesses it might actually be... kind of cute?

Tecchou sits upon the sleek, quilted futon in their living room, as he gets to work sharpening his blade.

What for?

Eh, may just be a habit of boredom.

Yet, he's anything but bored, but rather annoyed, or... entertained? His stupid husband is happily biting down on his shoulder behind him, listening to the clinks of Tecchou's hand-held sharpener against the sword.

"If you distract me and I cut myself on this, it's your fault," Tecchou says without a change in pitch or glance over his shoulder.

"Huh? Why is everything my fault," Jouno retorted.

"Because everything is your fault. Don't act like it isn't."

"I'm always at fault? You fucking twat! You're so at fault I bet you caused climate change! I bet you caused the big bang! I bet you caused the meteor that killed the dinos-"

Ugh, cut off by one of Jouno's favorite things that he has to pretend to resent.

Tecchou was gently setting his blade down on the beautiful woven table in front of them while his husband was rambling, just so he could turn his body and catch his lips into his. Kissing him until his pale lips were swollen, tingling, and laced with the taste of plums, and enveloping Jouno in the scent of his neutral, subdued cologne.

Jouno's smile was hidden by the fact that his lover's tongue was busy with his mouth at the moment, and by the time he pulled away, Jouno was gasping for breath.

Tecchou wasn't, he was just fine... maybe the water training had use after all. He hated that course while enlisting in the Hunting Dogs.

Jouno's eyes, unmoving. Yet Tecchou can tell he's staring right at him, and even suspects his movements when he lifts his hand to slap him across the face.

Tecchou doesn't stop him.

It felt good.

His response wasn't anger or an expression of pain, he simply delivered another kiss to his husband's still sensitive lips.

A quiet, "I love you Saigiku..." passed through his only lips as he gently kissed one of his eyes, causing no response from Jouno.

This.

This. was his favorite.

He loved when Tecchou kissed his eyelid, or caressed his face right under his tear burns.

Tecchou sat, unmoving, admiring the wide, azure-diamond blue eyes in front of him. So gorgeous. Pale and still yet there was still something swirling inside them that made Tecchou's heart stutter.

Maybe literally.

Heart palpitations are a bitch. A cough left Tecchou's lips and Jouno finally smiled, replying huskily, "Is it nighttime yet?"

"Yes, idiot. And I'm tired."

"I know."

Jouno stretched his back out and stood up, Tecchou got up behind him only to grunt in pain with his right knee buckling slightly.

Jouno, feeling his kneecap brush briefly against the back of his leg, swiftly turned and picked him up, bridal style.

"You don't need to do that," Tecchou side, going limp, dramatically hanging his head low, like a damsel in distress.

"I would like to," Jouno replied, feeling the doorway to their bedroom and laying him in bed; moving him under the covers, situating the duvet at the exact height, just below Tecchou's shoulders as he likes it.

Jouno could feel a small satisfied smile radiate through the air and he simply says, "I'm going to get your meds... I'll come lay with you after."

He finishes his remark with a flick to Tecchou's head, causing an unsatisfied grunt from the brunette and a giggle from the latter.