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This was actually going to be a D/s scene, but then I put it away and it turned into this
Tezuka frowned as he came into the apartment. Fuji was already there, his shoes lined neatly up in the spot he had claimed for himself, and the invasion of privacy made Tezuka twitch. He had given Fuji a key to the apartment though so really there was nothing for him to complain about.
"Tezuka." Fuji came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands. "I thought you'd be home by the time I got here." Tezuka grunted, he had gotten out of work extraordinarily late today. Tezuka focused first on the fact that Fuji was using his favorite teacup and second on the fact that Fuji was wearing nothing but a pair of Tezuka's boxer shorts. The shorts were red and covered with tennis balls shaped like hearts. They had been a gag gift from Fuji years ago.
"Fuji…" Commenting on Fuji's state of undress and the possibility of him burning himself with hot tea would mean Tezuka would have to admit that he had noticed Fuji's state of undress. Admitting he had noticed the fact Fuji was nearly naked would mean Tezuka would get absolutely no sleep.
"Fuji. You're going to burn yourself."
"I am?" Fuji sipped at his tea before setting it on the coffee table with a smile. "Now why would I do something like that?"
"Because." Tezuka bit back a sigh. He was in no mood for Fuji's games tonight. "You're naked."
"Hmmmm. So I am. Do you know why?" Pressing himself against Tezuka Fuji wrapped slender arms around Tezuka's shoulders. Tezuka tipped his head forward, meeting Fuji's eyes. "I was thinking of you today."
The fact that Fuji rarely spent a day without thinking of him, and showing up naked in Tezuka's apartment, went unsaid. Tezuka placed his hands on Fuji's slim hips rubbing his fingers over Fuji's soft skin.
"Not while you were working." Fuji chuckled and placed butterfly kisses on Tezuka's lips, the soft, fluttery kisses becoming drawn out kisses.
"Of course not. Would I think of you while writing my articles?"
'Yes.' Tezuka thought as he led Fuji back into the bedroom. Fuji would.
"Tezuka." Fuji came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands. "I thought you'd be home by the time I got here." Tezuka grunted, he had gotten out of work extraordinarily late today. Tezuka focused first on the fact that Fuji was using his favorite teacup and second on the fact that Fuji was wearing nothing but a pair of Tezuka's boxer shorts. The shorts were red and covered with tennis balls shaped like hearts. They had been a gag gift from Fuji years ago.
"Fuji…" Commenting on Fuji's state of undress and the possibility of him burning himself with hot tea would mean Tezuka would have to admit that he had noticed Fuji's state of undress. Admitting he had noticed the fact Fuji was nearly naked would mean Tezuka would get absolutely no sleep.
"Fuji. You're going to burn yourself."
"I am?" Fuji sipped at his tea before setting it on the coffee table with a smile. "Now why would I do something like that?"
"Because." Tezuka bit back a sigh. He was in no mood for Fuji's games tonight. "You're naked."
"Hmmmm. So I am. Do you know why?" Pressing himself against Tezuka Fuji wrapped slender arms around Tezuka's shoulders. Tezuka tipped his head forward, meeting Fuji's eyes. "I was thinking of you today."
The fact that Fuji rarely spent a day without thinking of him, and showing up naked in Tezuka's apartment, went unsaid. Tezuka placed his hands on Fuji's slim hips rubbing his fingers over Fuji's soft skin.
"Not while you were working." Fuji chuckled and placed butterfly kisses on Tezuka's lips, the soft, fluttery kisses becoming drawn out kisses.
"Of course not. Would I think of you while writing my articles?"
'Yes.' Tezuka thought as he led Fuji back into the bedroom. Fuji would.