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Nanami's eyes close, and his free hand tenses up. He forces himself to breath evenly, and once he opens his eyes, he watches the stir fry as a steady reminder. It's not safe to... do anything else.

His hand skims along Haibara's back as the other man turns around. Nanami wraps his arm around Haibara, above the shirt, as he looks down at Haibara. Another swallow. "Shall we eat?"

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"In a minute." He leans up to kiss Nanami briefly, one hand curling around the back of his neck as their lips meet. He's already made sure the stove's off so distracting himself with a kiss seems fair enough.

And he does run his tongue along Nanami's lips, seeking to deepen it.

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A minute. An actual minute, Nanami tells himself. His other hand slides up over the shirt along Haibara's back, and Nanami kisses Haibara back. His lips part at Haibara's prompting, and Nanami pulls Haibara against him as they kiss.

When it's been, roughly, a minute or so, Nanami pulls back. His heart thumps in his chest, and he smiles. "Dinner... then?"

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It's not enough and Haibara makes a soft sound without even realizing it, his hands sliding over Nanami's shoulders. But he does pull away so they can prepare the plates.

"We can eat on the couch." He glances over his shoulder, gaze drifting over Nanami. "What do you want to drink?"

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That sound makes him ache, and Nanami nearly kisses Haibara again then and there to make it go away. Fortunately, Haibara moves before he does so, and that buys him the time he needs to resist the urge. It's harder than it should be, he thinks, given how good his self-control is under any other circumstance. All those years of Gojo annoying him help nothing at all around Haibara.

"The couch?!" Nanami is shocked, but he doesn't say no. Haibara's been dead and only eaten a handful of meals while awake. Nanami can, an eyebrow twitches, eat on the couch. "Water's fine."

He pulls down bowls, since they're not eating at a table, and serves them both generous portions.

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Haibara pours them both drinks before carrying them over to the table in front of the couch, setting out coasters. He lets Nanami set the bowls up and then waits for him to sit before choosing his own seat.

Which is Nanami's lap, back resting against his chest as he turns his head to kiss the corner of Nanami's mouth.

"...Much more comfortable than the table." He murmurs it against Nanami's skin.

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It's the small things that show how well Haibara knows him. It brings a smile to Nanami's face, strange as this all feels, though the distance is a small one physically. He shouldn't be surprised, really, that Haibara sits in his lap. It may even be the reason he suggested the couch. There isn't room for them to sit at the dining table like this and actually be close to the table.

He kisses Haibara's cheek and wraps an arm around him for a moment, though he'll need both to eat. With Haibara here, it'll be even more difficult. He suspects it will only get more difficult over time.

"Indeed," he murmurs, amused. He also picks up his bowl, rests it against Haibara's collar bone, and starts eating. He should at least get some dinner.

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Haibara leans into him, catching the bowl with his hands before he takes over feeding Nanami so he can free both of his hands, catching him in kisses after Nanami finishes some of the bites of food.

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It's a strange feeling, being fed dinner, but Nanami lets Haibara have that. It's nothing, really, and he gets an idea what Haibara wants. Perhaps that's why he rests one arm around Haibara, hand pressed against the shirt, and he gently strokes Haibara's thigh with his other hand. Nothing more to it than that at the moment.

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When the bowl is empty, Haibara sets it aside, leaning to kiss him again briefly.

"I'm glad you liked the food."

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Nanami kisses Haibara back. He would have been glad to share, as Haibara's bowl is nearby but not able to be held at the same time. He is entirely well aware of Haibara sitting in his lap, of how little his shirt covers Haibara's legs. Yet they both need food.

"Thank you for making it. And," he cannot help but be amused, "feeding me."

His thumb brushes down along Haibara's inner thigh.

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His breath catches at the touch, Haibara shifting in Nanami's lap before reaching for the other bowl.

"I like your hands." He's said it before but it bears repeating. He likes the way Nanami's fingers graze his skin, the callused skin adding friction.

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It's only a shift, not constant squirming. Nanami focuses on his breathing and manages to stay relaxed, rather than tighten up obviously around Haibara. His thumb continues to rub along Haibara's thigh in broad arcs. Despite himself, he slowly lowers his other hand as well.

"My hands are yours," Nanami says.

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"Then use them on me. Whenever you feel the urge. If we're alone, or if we're not, you can touch me. I like it when you're touching me, Kento." He sets the bowl down, turns to look at his partner.

"If we're alone like this, you don't need to hold back. You won't do anything I'm not wanting, or even craving. I want your hands on me all the time. "

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Nanami swallows, hard. Those words, the use of his name, it's so much. His hand tightens around Haibara's thigh, and he feels a zing straight to his groin. Even as Haibara talks about not holding back, that's his instinct. To swallow back, to pace himself, to make sure they don't get distracted so much Haibara misses something so basic as dinner.

The bowl is on the table. Haibara's stopped eating. Nanami closes his eyes and sighs. Yet his hands run along Haibara's thighs. One slides under the shirt and across Haibara's stomach. Nanami admits, "I always want to have you close, to feel the heat of your body, your skin beneath my hands..."

He kisses Haibara because Yu's lips are right there because he wants to because he's had too long of not being able to because they're both alive miraculously. He reaches up to unbutton the shirt, another silly barrier between them. Those words, god, it's hard to resist Haibara at the best of times.

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"I want that too." He murmurs it, kisses him back as he shifts in his lap so their facing each other, Haibara straddling Nanami as his hands come up to frame his face during the kiss.

"I want your arms around me, your body against mine. I ache for it." He breathes the words against Nanami's lips. "I'm trying not to be too much, but I want...It's all I want."

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Nanami kisses Haibara back softly, even as he uses tongue. He wants this too. He always wants to kiss Haibara, more than anything sexual. It's... not something he's ever learned to put into words. It's always been about Haibara, and it's been so long since they had a chance to be together, he didn't try to find the words.

He leaves the shirt half unbuttoned, and his hands wrap around Haibara's ass, securing them close together. "I want to give you everything you want," Nanami says. How could he not? So many years apart, so many years of Haibara unable to do anything. "All I've wanted for myself for so long is you. I don't—didn't, still don't—want to overwhelm you."

Yet he's already paying the price for choosing to wear trousers, even as he starts to take Haibara's shirt off. Fuck, the last buttons. One hand reaches between them to get those buttons.

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"You're the only one I want, Kento. I want you to overwhelm ne, touch me, be with me without worrying you're too much. Because you can't be too much when you're already everything." He shudders, rocks his hips to rub against the fabric barrier between their bodies, hands dropping to open Nanami's trousers, guide him out.

"I don't want you holding back." He murmurs it, catches him in another kiss and shrugs the shirt off, lets it fall to the floor once those last buttons are gone.

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Those words, his name on Haibara's lips, Nanami groans. He can already feel taking his time slipping away from him, despite the fact they already had sex in the kitchen when Haibara came home and jerked each other off in the shower afterward. It's a reminder he's still in his twenties too, even if they aren't teenagers.

"Tell me," Nanami says, "if it ever is too much. I need you to tell me. Too anything." Because his own desires don't matter more than Haibara, when he would be happy with anything, so long as Haibara is here. He meets Haibara's kiss and pushes his lips apart to take his mouth. His hips rock so he pushes into Haibara's hand. His hands run along Haibara's back, his sides, his thighs. They run everywhere.

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"You'll never be too much, Kento." He breathes the words, fingers just stroking along the side of Nanami's shaft as his hips rock. "I love you, all of you and I want all of you, the good and the bad." Not that he's seen anything bad, at least not enough to qualify in his eyes.

If anything, he'd always wondered if he'd been too much when they were younger, the way he behaved and the way Nanami reacted, but behind closed doors, it was different. Had always been different and- Haibara shivers, losing his train of thought when Nanami's hands moved over his skin.

"..Kento." He whispers it this time, leans in to kiss him again that kiss ends.

"I'll never get enough of you."

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Those words are incredible. Those words are terrifying. Nanami doesn't know what he's doing, but he reached under the shirt of his Haibara wears to feel the curve of his ass beneath his hands. Soft skin. Everything. It's everything.

"Yu," Nanami moans, whispers, worships. "I want you so badly."

He pulls back slightly from the kiss. "And I want you to eat your dinner."

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"The food will be there." Because Nanami's hands on him ass are definitely taking more of his focus at the moment and he leans in, presses an open mouth kiss to Nanami's neck.

"I can reheat if I need to."

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"I know, but..." Nanami squeezes Haibara's ass tight as he tries to focus. He ate. Haibara should eat. They could fall into this all night. Nanami could make love to him all night. He groans as Haibara kisses his neck. Soft and electric.

His feet widen their stance to steady him as he slides one hand to find where he stored lube in the living room. Knew to be prepared.

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"I promise I'll eat." His lips trail lower, Haibara biting his neck gently at the base before he sucks a mark there, well hidden under the collar of Nanami's shirt. He knows it's not fair, knows he should respect that Nanami is trying to look out for him, but they're both adults and he can feel exactly how much Nanami wants him.

Tries to hold back but neither of them need that. Not here and not now. "Kento." He tries it out, licks along his neck up to his jaw before he's kissing Nanami again, licking into his mouth.

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"As soon as we finish," Nanami insists. A last vestige of firmness in the face of Haibara in his lap. That would be enough. That alone would be enough, but he wears Nanami's shirt, and he finds that sensitive spot. Nanami moans, low and deep. His hands grip Haibara hard as he loses a bit of his attention for a couple moments as Haibara says his name.

He kisses Haibara back with all he's feeling, dinner abandoned for the time being, slow and needy. He opens up for Haibara and cannot get enough of him. A hand runs up Haibara's back under Nanami's shirt, and even the feel of his skin excites him.