Soraru x Mafumafu

When I First Saw You - Chapter 7

Warning: This is an AU fanfiction. ABO. (Long)

May contain contents that are not very healthy.

If you're fine with it then please enjoy!

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"These are really pretty! Thank you so much!"

"I'm glad that you like it, please come again!"

Mafu said as he waved at the customer who came to collect the bouquet of flowers. To be honest, Mafu was rather satisfied with it, feeling that the flowers arranged in that bouquet was almost perfect to express the joy and blessed vibes to everyone at the wedding. He giggled at himself, thinking that he should get himself something as a reward.

After the customer left for some time, he felt someone circle his arms around his waist and a force pulling him close to the body of the person behind him. The very embrace from him already made Mafu feel like he was going quite liquid in them, until Soraru pressed his lips against his neck, he thought he was about to give out if it weren't for Soraru's grip on him.

"Soraru-san!" said Mafu, wanting to lecture Soraru for his actions.

Soraru made a soft, innocent 'hmm?' at Mafu that instantly made Mafu forgive him for whatever he just did to him in the middle of work, and buried his face in Mafu's shoulder, rubbing it into the fabric of his cardigan. He pulled at Mafu tightly against him, letting a breath out that sounded as if he was extra comfortable and relaxed with Mafu's presence. How could Mafu possibly ruin the moment for him?

Ever since he met Soraru and got to personally know him, he realized that Soraru rarely lets his guard down, especially when the both of them were out in public. He was tense, as if cautious about something, not wanting that 'something' to get close to either of them. And this was the first time he sees Soraru put all of them aside, and wanted all the attention and cuddles from him. It was such an innocent act that Mafu could not push him away. Not that he could have in the first place (SORARU-SAN'S TOO ILLEGALLY CUTE).

He wondered to himself for several times now, as to why Soraru acts this way, though he still couldn't get an answer to it. Many may say that it would be easier if he just went ahead and ask Soraru about it, but Mafu dared not. Some topics were meant to be touched at the right time and, 'now' was not the right time.

Mafu felt Soraru tilt his head up from his chin with his fingers. He looked into Soraru's eyes with his, seeking to know what he was thinking about. Bearing no results from it, Soraru closed in, pressing his lips against his, causing Mafu to squeeze his eyes shut as he was not prepared for it. Slowly fluttering his eyes open, he watched as a smile spread across Soraru's face before he felt him land another kiss on his lips. He tried to call out his name but Soraru did it again, and again. Not letting him have the chance to disturb the moment.

"Mafumafu..." he said, his name coming out as a breath. Soraru turned his body towards him, their faces only inches apart. "I still haven't heard it from you," he kissed Mafu soundly on the lips, and Mafu loved the sound of it.

"What is it?" Mafu meant to question with confidence but it ended up coming out as a whisper.

Soraru pressed his forehead against Mafu's, looking at him with those adorable, blue eyes. "You know exactly what is it that I want,"

Mafu giggled playfully at him, his palms on Soraru's chest as he tried to push him away. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he beamed at Soraru, and let out another giggle as Soraru leaned in to kiss his neck.