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Pulling into the driveway, Hizashi felt himself breathing out a sigh of relief as he angled his motorcycle up next to the black car.
Sleek, practical, and familiar. He cut the engine off, yet his body seemed to rattle with the engine of his bike.
He reached up, tugged his helmet off of his head and took a breath of fresh air that tickled at his face and throat.
Work, as usual, had been draining.
He’d woken up early, and he’d made sure that he took his medication while also making sure that Shouta took his.
Nemuri had already been up and scraping together a meager but complete breakfast for the three of them and Eri.
He’d been happy accepting his plate of breakfast and his thermos of gentle tea.
It always had a taste of lavender to it that went down like silk over his tongue.
Notes of vanilla, chamomile, and lavender.
His favorite tea that he thanked Nemuri for every morning without fail.
The woman always beamed brilliantly as if pleased by his compliments.
The four of them, him, Nemuri, Shouta and Eri, would sit at the breakfast table with Eri blearily explaining her dreams from the previous night.
Even Shouta added the murky recollections of some disturbing dream.
Omitting certain details to leave Eri confused but interested and yet clear enough that he and Nemuri understood the context of his dreams.
They didn’t linger too long on Shouta’s dreams and yet acknowledged them the only way that they could.
By patting his hands and kissing his head on passing moments.
And after breakfast, there was getting bentos from the fridge and handed out to hands that reached out for them.
He’d been pepped up from his morning coffee and he’d been brimming with delight.
The four of them shuffled to the front door to get Eri into the car and get her off to school while he, Shouta and Nemuri went on to work at U.A.
Because his classes weren’t until later in the morning, he was able to scrape together a lesson plan.
One that made sense to him while he sat in the staff room.
He’d always planned it last minute, sometimes not knowing what they were doing until he was standing before his class.
And he adored the fact that he could always think on his toes.
But today? Today was rough. His students slipped up from English to Japanese unapologetically.
He had been on their asses about that fact.
He’d been talking to them about using English, trying to press upon them to take the lesson plan seriously.
It was a struggle to get his students to pay attention and to at least care about their lesson plan for the morning.
He tried to get them to pay attention and tried to get them to work on their assignments in silence.
He had felt drained by the time he was gathering up papers, his laptop bag, and leaving the classroom.
Doing so with a loud and hearty goodbye to his students.
He’d then spent the remainder of his school day in the staff room, sipping on the tea that Nemuri had packed for him in his thermos and making bathroom runs.
He worked on his laptop to update the rubric for the essays he’d hinted at that his students had groaned over.
He’d spent time focusing on that when lunch had rolled around.
Nemuri and Shouta all but dragged him away from his desk and they had chosen a soft, quiet spot in the teacher’s lounge.
There the three of them sat on the couch with Nemuri’s legs stretching across Shouta’s lap and her feet pressing into his lap.
The three of them at the bentos that the woman had been ridiculously strict about making every night.
Making sure that it was something delicious but also ticking off all of the food pyramid requirements for energy and vitality according to her.
He always playfully jabbed at her cooking, at the way she did their bentos, but he always appreciated it.
Especially when she looked so pleased when he and Shouta devoured their bentos, leaving nothing left.
For the remainder of the day, he spent his time drinking the rest of his tea, drafting emails to send to parents.
Quarterly progress reports on his students' grades and what their overall look was for the rest of the term.
He’d been doing just that when the final bell rang cheerfully for the students to run free.
He knew there were the cleaning students who stayed after to help clean the classrooms and stack desks neatly.
He’d been happy to pack up his laptop bag and head home with Nemuri and Shouta.
There was hardly time for a nap for he had his work at the radio station.
Not to mention the patrols he’d need to run during the weekend if he was on-call.
Sighing out to himself, Hizashi climbed off his bike, aware of how his legs felt from the ride home.
He settled his helmet onto the handlebars of his bike rather than taking it inside and he pocketed his keys.
He walked around the car in the driveway, his boots scraping and tapping against the ground deafeningly.
He felt exhausted; drag down, deep to his core exhausted as he walked forward with his feet threatening to drag but he picked them up.
Fiddling with the keys in his pocket to begin sort out by feel alone for the house key.
He walked up the front walkway with another sigh when there was the sound of locks being flipped from inside of the house.
And then the front door was opening to reveal Nemuri; she looked just as tired as himself.
She had her oval glasses on, resting low on her nose and her locks tangled as if she’d been tossing and turning in bed.
She had on her nearly sheer robe with fluffy edges and a soft red hue; identical to the one he had.
It was her ‘dressing gown’ as she called it.
Really, it was a dramatic robe with fluffy edges and he adored wearing his matching one with Nemuri.
Shouta had a matching one, black of course, but the man hardly wore it.
He walked forward quicker, a pep to his step as Nemuri stepped over the threshold onto the welcome mat.
Her hand holding the doorhandle and her free hand stretched out.
He rushed forward eagerly with his hand leaving his pocket and his arms stretching out.
And just like that, he was stumbling for the doorway and Nemuri was holding her arms out.
He was tugged forward and into her arms as they spun over the threshold of the door; the frame brushing his back.
He was in the front hall and the door was sliding shut.
He held himself to Nemuri as he buried his face into her neck where she smelled so familiar.
Rose hips and jasmine. It was a musky, floral combination that he’d come to recognize.
The earthy undertone of the rosehips and the rich, floral notes of jasmine.
She is warm, supple, and curvaceous against him as he pressed her into the door and nuzzled his nose into her throat.
A hand stroked his hair gently; sliding over the back of his head to cup the back of his neck gently.
Then sliding down to his upper back.
Tugging fingers through his hair gentle with little pulls that sent shivers running down his back.
He nuzzled his nose and face into the warmth of her skin, the fluffy collar of hers tickling his throat.
And he pressed her into the door. His hands traveling over her waist, down to her hips and then her thighs.
The gauzy, thin, nearly translucent robe was like air beneath his fingertips.
She felt so good in his arms. Felt so good against him.
He kissed the side of her neck softly; moving over the fluffy collar and kissing that juncture where her neck gave way to her shoulder.
A shiver running over the woman when he bit down teasingly and then sighed before kissing his way back to her throat.
Right up to that little pulse point flickering beneath her jaw.
Pushing his face into her throat as he inhaled her scent that made his head swim.
Better than any cigarette if he was honest with himself.
“My, my, someone missed me, didn’t he?” Nemuri’s voice was a playful, low, melodious thing in the darkness of the front hallway.
A hand stroking his hair again with fingers tugging through it gently.
It was the best thing in the world if he was honest with himself.
“Mmmm, you could say that.” He mumbled into her throat as her fingers tugged gently on his hair, and he nuzzled at her throat. This got him one of her throaty laughs as fingers pulled through his hair gently, and he shivered at the gentle tugs. “I missed you so much, Nem, and I just saw you at work hours ago! But damn if I didn’t miss you.”
“I missed you too, Zashi, trust me. I could hardly sleep without you; all I want is you to come home when you’re at the station late at night.” Nemuri replied softly with fingers combing through his hair again and again leaving him melting into the dark-haired woman. “Why don’t I make you some tea, hmm? You were sounding a little hoarse towards the end there.”
“I would say yes but I want nothing more than to change and get into bed with you and Sho.” He mumbled into her throat feeling rather petulant; like he was a child refusing bedtime comforts. But then he pulled back slightly to kiss Nemuri’s sharp jaw. “But I won’t say no to some of that magnificent sleepy time tea that you have!”
“Then sleepy time tea it is!” Nemuri replied with hands raising up and ruffling his hair gently and rustling it in his sensitive ears; loud in his hearing aids.
The woman then kissed his forehead softly, kissing down to the bridge of his nose.
And then to the side of his nose. To his cheek.
“I love you, Nem, do you know that? You’re the best girlfriend in the world!” He sighed out as he returned those little kisses to his girlfriend’s cheek and down towards her jaw as she ruffled his hair again. He squeezed her waist, his thumbs moving to rub soothing circles. “But why are you up, babe? It’s early for you, normally you and Shouta are out like lights when I get home!”
“Eh, I couldn’t sleep and, apparently, when I can’t sleep Shouta can’t sleep. He was sleeping last time I saw him, but I was up and I decided to welcome you home. No big deal there, is there?” She murmured into his cheek as her fingers tangled into his hair gently. Tugging on the locks and then tugging free as she pulled away. “Now, how about you take off your coat and boots then join me in the kitchen for some tea?”
“That sounds perfect.” He replied with another sigh as he squeezed Nemuri’s slim waist and the woman stepped forward which coaxed him to step back.
Letting her free from the pressed position against the door and she then slithered away.
Her robe fluttering and brushing the floor, she walked down the hallway with her bare feet brushing over the floor.
He reached up to work the zipper of his coat down while Nemuri walked to the kitchen.
He listened to the sound of the zipper catching slightly before he worked it down with gentle wiggles.
He shrugged his coat from his shoulders down to his elbows when Nemuri paused in the doorway of the kitchen and looked at him.
Her blue eyes are bright, alert, and far too awake for five in the morning. “You know, the three of us need a talk.”
“A talk?” He repeated without thinking making him sound like some kind of clueless creature. Nemuri nodded firmly at him before slipping into the kitchen while he got his coat down his arms and hung up on the wall. He stepped on the heel of his boot and tugged his foot free causing his boot to wobble on the floor. “What do we need to talk about?”
“Oh, nothing that needs to be hashed out now. It’s early, babe, and you look fried. You look as rough as you sound and frankly, I think I want you to have a clear head for when we talk. Shouta and I have already talked.” Nemuri replied casually from the kitchen to which he paused with his left toes stepping on the heel of his right boot.
Curious about where this line of conversation could go.
He held still for a moment, waiting for her to continue, but she didn’t.
Instead, he listened to the sound of the kettle being filled in the sink.
Rushing water that sounded deafening in the quiet of the house, and he then jerked at his foot to get it out of his right boot.
It wobbled and fell over onto the floor to which he bent down to pick it up. “Well, the way you say it makes it sound like the two of you decided on something already.”
“In a way, we have. You forget, I’m not just your girlfriend, I’m also Shouta’s. And the talks between a boyfriend and girlfriend are sacred, as you’ve been saying lately!” Nemuri replied playfully as he settled his boots together and stacked them neatly into the shoe cubby next to her and Shouta’s boots.
He then padded forward down the hallway with his socked feet sliding over the floor.
Skating over the floor like he would use too as a child.
It was quick and before he knew it, he was in the kitchen and skating up right behind his girlfriend.
She was fussing with the electric kettle of theirs to begin boiling the water.
He slid up behind her, his hands reaching out to grab her waist and tugging her back with a giggle spilling out of the woman. “Oh, I see how it is! You’re taking advantage of your tired, overworked boyfriend and not telling him something on purpose! You’re just being a little devil and hinting at talks!”
“Maybe! But you know you like it when I take advantage of your tiredness!” Nemuri replied with another of those mischievous, throaty giggles that made his stomach flutter.
They were giggles from their youth and just one of the many reasons why he loves Nemuri.
Why he adores her just as fanatically as he adores Shouta.
It had him grinning as he lowered his head to kiss at the side of her neck again.
“You’re lucky I’m not functioning at one hundred percent right now, little lady, or I might just have to dole out a little punishment!” He growled playfully, using his quirk to amplify that growl as he kissed the side of her neck.
And those deep, amused giggles spilled out of Nemuri.
Her hands touched the backs of his own as he tugged her ever closer.
“I think you and I know who really doles out the punishments, now don’t we?” Her voice was a throaty purr that made his stomach flutter with butterflies once more. Something about her ominous tone made him clutch at her waist as he nuzzled his face into her skin.
Her sweet, earthy smelling skin that he adores so very much.
There was the light thumping behind them, and he lifted his head from the dark-haired woman’s neck to look over his shoulder.
And there, in the doorway of their little hallway, stood none other than his husband.
Shouta was rubbing his eyes the way a child would; with his fists.
Hands pawing at his face before blinking blearily at him and Nemuri before snorting. “Wow, I see I’m not worth a welcome home like she is.”
His voice cracked adorably, husky and rough from sleep, and he squeezed Nemuri gently before letting her go.
He turned on his feet, skating over the floor on his socked feet to his husband.
His hands reached out to touch his surprisingly slender waist and tugged him close.
Arms raised to wrap around his shoulders, and he slid his arms around Shouta.
Tugging him towards his chest as he kissed his stubble covered cheek. “That’s because you weren’t up! If I knew you were awake, baby, I would’ve come and announced myself!”
“Mhmmm, that’s what they all say.” His husband muttered as he spoke into his cheek, but he could feel his cheek twitching as if his husband was fighting a grin. Arms tightened around him with fingers touching his hair and then twirling a lock around them. Idle. “You sound hoarse, love. You’ve been on your feet running around all day and then up to the crack of dawn talking.”
“I know, I know, but I’m more than ready to get into bed with you and Nem! She’s making me some sleepy time tea and I’m gonna drink it then head to bed!” He replied as he began to sway with his husband in his arms and, as if responding automatically, he felt his husband move with him.
Fingers twirling his hair; wrapping it around them again and again, judging the way his husband tugged on his hair.
“You need some sleep, that’s for certain. Not to be rude, but you look rough.” Shouta spoke in that candidly honest way of his as fingers continued playing with his hair.
And he tightened his arms around the black-haired man with his hands sliding over his lower back.
The scent of musky vanilla wafting off of his husband.
A scent that, like Nemuri’s, was familiar and welcoming.
Like he was finally home, which, in reality, he is but the scents, the warmth of his partners, the feel of them beneath his hands?
It all made this real. Not some imagined fantasy in his little cubicle room while he chatted with listeners. “I’m tired, Shouta, you know that! But I’ll be having my sleepy time tea and then snuggling with you and Nem! Then, when I get up, we’ll be having a talk, according to her.”
“Ah. The talk.” Shouta replied blandly with no hint of what this talk could be, and he tightened his arms around his husband who looked over to their girlfriend. “I appreciate you for not spilling everything on him. I know you believe in transparency, but it’s not always needed when he’s bone tired, lovely.”
Lovely. Love. They were his and Nemuri’s nicknames.
Shouta had called Nemuri lovely one time in the past in their youth and Nemuri never let him forget it.
Had even teased Shouta until he was red-faced and shouting.
But ever since then, lovely became Nemuri’s nickname when they entered into a relationship. “I know that dearest, but I didn’t tell him anything this time! My lips are sealed until he gets some sleep.”
“You two are unfair, do you know that? How am I supposed to sleep when the two of you have a talk planned?” He whined out with his arms squeezing Shouta ever closer and the black-haired man merely hummed as fingers continued toying with his hair.
His head came down to rest on his shoulder with his arm moving.
He found it utterly, completely unfair that he was the last to know.
“You’ll sleep, babe, I promise! You always melt like a little puddle when you’re between your two favorite people in the whole world! And sleepy time tea always does the trick, doesn’t it?” Nemuri replied as she then walked over, leaving the heating kettle behind and joining the two men.
Her fingers brushed over his lower back, and the other raised to coax Shouta’s hair behind his ear.
“You’re going to sleep, love.” Shouta spoke after her with fingers continuing to play with his hair; there’s nothing he likes more than that.
He likes when Nemuri and Shouta play with his hair; he likes playing with their hair.
Nothing made him fall asleep faster than when he was cuddled up between them with hair played with.
He hopes that he’ll be out like a light, anyhow.
“That’s what the two of you say.” He sighed out, but he felt that familiar warmth gathering in his chest at the thought. Squished between Shouta and Nemuri was his favorite place to be, and there’s nothing he adores more than that. He squeezed Shouta closer and Nemuri rubbed his lower back. “Anyways, neither one of you has asked how my day has been or how work has been!”
“Well, we know how work at U.A went because we were there with you so there’s nothing mysterious about that!” Nemuri replied with her hand, rubbing his back; slow, firm circles that inched slowly up his back while Shouta tugged on his hair. His breaths warm on the side of his neck. “But how was your night at the radio station, babe?”
“It was downright pleasant, thank you for asking! They crammed me into the room, so I didn’t get a piss break until commercials but other than that, it was pleasant! An easy night overall but next week they have an interview with Best Jeanist for me to tackle.” He paused then leaned his head against Shouta’s as he squeezed the man close.
Like he was something cherished which, truly, he is.
He felt Shouta’s arms tighten around him in response with fingers tugging on his hair gently.
And Nemuri’s rubbing was making his tense muscles relax as he held Shouta close.
Their scents, rosehips, jasmine, and vanilla were wrapped together and made him forget about his own smell.
He likes their smells. “Well, then that’s good! At least you had a pleasant night! Did anything else happen?”
“Not really, just some discussions about a meeting on Tuesday to go over what I have planned for the Best Jeanist interview is all.” He shrugged then and he felt Shouta sigh against his neck when Nemuri pulled her hand away and he listened to her feet pad over the floor. “It’ll be easy peasy, honestly. Nothing I’m really worried about.”
“And are you tired at all?” Shouta questioned as fingers rolled, tugged, and wrapped his hair around them.
It was a gentle pulling that he adored more than anything in the world, and he clutched his husband closer while Nemuri got his mug down.
The ceramic thumping on the counter as the water boiled gently.
“I’m kind of tired, honestly. I know I said I might not sleep but I am tired. It’s been a long, long day going from one job to the next, you know?” He sighed out with his hands sliding to rub Shouta’s lower back gently. He knew the black-haired man also went nuts for that. He rubbed with enough pressure to get a shiver running over the man. “I hope I sleep.”
“You will, so stop worrying about it.” Shouta replied sternly to which he grinned as he leaned his cheek to the top of the man’s head.
His black hair was wispy and dry like it always was, but there was a softness to it from his shower.
He hummed at he began rocking his hips again, and they swayed next to the fridge.
He listened to the sound of liquid being poured and he glanced over to find Nemuri pouring heated water into the mug.
The string of the tea bag wrapped around the handle of his cup, just like she always did it.
He watched her pour then place the kettle down.
She then reached into the cabinet for the lavender syrup and the honey.
Both would make the tea ever so slightly sweet and go down like velvet on his throat.
He continued swaying with Shouta who yawned then with fingers holding onto him tightly.
A hand coming down on his back as the black-haired man twisted the fabric of his shirt around those fingers.
Holding himself tightly to him and there was nothing he adored more than that if he was honest with himself.
They continued to rock from foot to foot while Nemuri prepared the tea.
He nuzzled his face into black locks.
Inhaling the smell of vanilla that clung to the locks; a scent that he adored more than anything.
He loves when his partners showered; when Nemuri smelled earthy and floral and Shouta smelled like burnt, musky vanilla.
There was something he adores about their scents and something he adores about losing himself into them.
He happily nuzzled his husband again which got him a press of his husband’s face into his throat.
His stubble scratching his skin but he didn’t mind it; it was a familiar sensation and one he welcomed.
He and Shouta rocked from foot to foot in a gentle little movement that made his tired mind sway with them.
He was worried he wouldn’t be able to sleep but as he stood there with his husband in his arms, he found himself sinking.
Sagging. As if the bravado that he carried with him all day long both as Present Mic and with his job on Put Your Hands Up radio, was gone.
It felt like now he could relax.
As if that bravado was melting away and becoming something sensitive and something real.
Something gentle and something grounded.
He held onto Shouta like he was a treasured stuffed animal.
One that he had been presented at the doorway of the house and he couldn’t let go of.
He married Shouta but that didn’t mean that their girlfriend meant any less to him.
If anything, he knew that when he got into that bed, his head was going to go on Nemuri’s shoulder.
He was going to be small spoon with Shouta cuddled into his back and his arms tight around him.
And Nemuri’s arm would snake beneath the pillows to wrap around him and Shouta.
Her hand resting on black locks. That’s what Shouta told him, anyhow, but he knew that the position would be one of utter comfort.
An old action. Some nights he slept on Shouta’s chest but tonight?
Tonight he wanted to be little spoon and squished between his husband and his girlfriend.
He wants to be squished between his two favorite people and he wants Nemuri to play with Shouta’s hair.
He wants Shouta’s hands resting on his belly where the man would massage him gently.
That was common enough for the three of them and it’s all he wants after the long day that he’d had.
Sure, he wanted to know what it is that Shouta and Nemuri had talked about.
He wanted to know what they wanted to talk to him about.
He wanted to know what they were doing with such secrecy that was playful and light but he knew in reality might be heavy and serious.
There were many things that the three of them agreed on.
Sometimes it was Shouta and him agreeing together on Nemuri.
Sometimes it was Nemuri and him agreeing about Shouta.
And sometimes, in rare instances, it was Nemuri and Shouta agreeing about him.
There had been many times where Shouta and Nemuri had come together to talk about him.
Something with all the air of something playful but it turned out to be heavy.
And he had a feeling that this talk that Nemuri and Shouta wanted to have with him was going to be something serious.
Something that they would need to take seriously, at the very least.
And he was determined to be a competent, alert partner during this talk with them.
Rocking side to side, he listened to the sound of the drawer opening, a spoon being selected and the sound of it being stirred in the mug.
There was something nice about coming home and knowing everything and everyone was in their place.
There was no surprises, no sudden changes, and he could depend on that stability.
Knowing his two partners were waiting for him to come home, that their daughter was upstairs in bed and safe, was unlike anything in the world.
That everyone in his little family was safe? It was the best thing in the world.
He pulled away from Shouta when Nemuri walked over with her feet brushing the floor and holding out the mug.
The tea bag balanced on the spoon and he slid his arms from around Shouta to take the mug.
This didn’t stop Shouta from holding onto him.
He turned in his arms and they slid down from his shoulders to wrap around his waist and pulling him back towards Shouta’s broad chest.
He had an inch difference on his husband but that didn’t stop him from feeling treasured.
It sparked warmth in his chest as he sipped at his tea and it was delicious.
The main flavor, of course, being lavender from the existing tea bag but the syrup added a little extra lavender.
Not a lot but enough to give it a stronger flavor over the chamomile with it.
He sipped at his tea which was the perfect richness and sweetness.
The honey making it run over his tongue hotly and he couldn’t stop himself from taking a longer pull.
He wasn’t looking to chug it but he sighed out after his long sip.
And Shouta held him all the tighter as he sipped at his tea and Nemuri got to work on putting the kettle in the sink.
The last time hot water was kept on the counter, the cats managed to get on said counter and knock the pot over.
They had to buy a new one and God knows they didn’t want another accident like that one.
He sipped at his tea happily and it warmed his chest, his stomach, and left him feeling cozy.
He was tired, that much was true, and he was even exhausted but he worried about getting into bed.
Sometimes he got too excited being sandwiched between his two lovers.
He knew that tonight he was going to be given nothing but attention and adoration by the two of them.
While Shouta wasn’t the most affectionate lover, he’d come to respect what affection he got from the man.
Having him cling on to him the way that he was is a treat.
And what affection he didn’t get from Shouta, Nemuri was always there to offer.
She was an open woman who gave her love freely to him and adored him no matter what state that he was in.
They always wrapped up together like a pair of kittens; both happy to cuddle up on the couch together.
To kiss and touch freely while at work.
Nemuri is an affectionate, warm, and adoring partner which he loves dearly.
He can always count on her to give him affection, whether privately or publicly.
She came to a stop before him, smiling softly with warmth shimmering in those blue eyes of hers.
Staring at him like he was the most precious thing in the world as she reached up and tucked his hair behind his ears.
Mindful of his hearing aids as Shouta nuzzled his neck.
The black-haired man’s hands kneading his stomach that felt warm from the tea and he was melting.
He just needed to strip down to his boxers and get into some pajamas then the three of them can climb into bed together.
And once he got some sleep, he’d know what type of conversation his lovers wanted to have with him.
He held his cup securely between his hands and lifted it up to sip as it gingerly.
It was hot after all, but it didn’t stop him from taking a longer sip again.
Silky. Delicious. He too soon found himself at the bottom of his mug of tea and Nemuri took the mug from him gently.
Then Shouta was spinning him on his feet and he couldn’t help laughing lightly.
He was coaxed to walk forward with Shouta’s arms around him.
Together, they walked down the little hallway with sideways steps and fingers holding onto him tightly.
They sashayed into the bedroom where Shouta slid his hands down to grab onto the hem of his t-shirt.
Working it up over his stomach towards his chest as lips pressed to the side of his neck.
He shivered at the gentle little kisses he got and his shirt was sliding up over his chest.
He held his arms up and Shouta worked his hair through the neckline of his shirt before bunching it up.
Carefully lifting it over his head. Mindful of his hearing aids, just like Nemuri.
Then his shirt was falling in a heap onto the floor and fingers were reaching around to undo the button of his jeans gently; it took a moment.
A few fumbling presses and tugs then his fly was being undone with fingers grabbing the little zipper.
Working it down and then hands were curling into his jeans.
And they were easing his pants down from his hips towards his thighs.
His jeans were snug but once they reached his knees, they fell to his ankles.
Shouta kissed down his back while he eased them down to get his stomach fluttering.
He let himself be undressed as hands helped get his socks off with his pants.
Then he stepped forward onto his shirt.
He moved quickly off it and allowed Shouta to scoop up his clothing and walk to the hamper toss it in.
He opened the middle drawer of his dresser, and he grabbed a silky tank top and a pair of shorts to go with it.
And he stepped into them quickly.
There was no talk about him showering, and that was simply fine for him.
He got his shirt over his head, his hair out of the neckline and spilling down his back and his shorts up into place at his hips.
Nemuri breezed into their bedroom then with her robe fluttering and swirling.
Giving just a hint of her curvaceous body when she rolled her shoulders and pulled at the belt of her robe.
It was quickly pooling to her elbows, and she was wearing a beautiful pink slip of a nightgown.
The swells of her breast faint as they hung heavy on her chest with nipples just barely visible through the fabric of her gown.
It made his hands twitch. When was the last time he touched Nemuri?
For that matter, when was the last time he touched Shouta?
He’d been so busy lately, running from workplace to workplace.
He watched Nemuri walk to the bedroom doors and hang up her robe on the hook there and shut the bedroom doors.
Shouta then walked over to him, a hand taking his own, and he was coaxed towards the bed where he reached up to take his glasses off.
He felt full, warm, and comfortable as he placed his glasses in their case.
Then, one side at a time, he took his hearing aids out and turned them off before placing them in their own little case.
The silence that fell upon him was a comfortable one; one he honestly looked forward to.
One time, he compared it to how Nemuri likes taking off her bra the moment she got home from work or after a long day.
They had a damn good laugh over that one, but it really was a relief.
After a long day of nothing but voices, sounds, and background noises, he was honestly grateful to take his hearing aids out.
He then climbed into bed and claimed pillows for himself.
They had exactly ten pillows on the bed, but most often they wound up on the floor.
Ten pillows were a lot, but most were throw pillows they used at times for the cats.
He snuggled into the middle of the bed and Nemuri walked over to the side of the bed.
Taking her glasses off and placing them in the case and flicking her side of the bed light off.
Shouta made sure to tug their curtains together to block the early rising sun.
Then the black-haired man was walking to the bed, sitting on the edge to take his prosthetic off.
He shimmied in his place when slender, delicate hands reached out to tug him close, and he happily snuggled close to Nemuri.
Placing his head down on her chest, her breast soft and plump beneath his jaw as he rested his head down.
Then the last light was flicked off, and Shouta was sliding into bed to the left of him.
He reached out and a hand twisted with his own; fingers sliding between him and a palm pressing against him.
And then Shouta was snuggling up to his back with a face tucking itself into the side of his neck.
The warmth of Shouta’s breath was nice.
He curled up slightly against Nemuri and pressed back into Shouta as much as he could, and the tow of them snuggled ever closer to him.
He could feel Nemuri’s arm stretching beneath the pillows and knew she was hugging Shouta to him the only way that she could.
And while he felt electrified to be between them, he was finding himself yawning before he could stop it.
His face scrunched up with his yawn, and he rested his cheek against Nemuri’s chest. It was nice.
Unbelievably nice after the impossibly long day of his that felt like it was never going to end.
Arms wrapped around his waist, and he knew that Shouta’s hand was reaching beneath Nemuri to rest beneath her lower back.
Her hand covered both his and Shouta’s as he was snuggled up close between both of his lovers.
His husband and his girlfriend, it was a wild concept but one that he adores more than anything.
The smell of musky vanilla, earthy rosehips and floral jasmine made a heady little cloud around him.
He gulped through his nose and held down in his lungs. This was home.