"Holding hands in public, how scandalous." Haibara grins up him gently teasing him. "I don't think you'll have to worry about people staring here. They're from all different places and times, right?"
"Yes. That may mean some people will stare, while others don't blink," Nanami grants. His own words were in jest, as he's always cared more about what he thinks about it than other people. He entwines his hand with Haibara's, brings it to his lips, and kisses Haibara's hand.
"But first, dinner," Nanami says. Haibara offered to cook, and so long as he isn't cooking in a suit, Nanami will have no problems keeping his hands to himself.
Once they're dry, Haibara does at least dress, although it's probably not what Nanami was expecting. But it's not like they're expecting company and he likes the way Nanami's shirts feel. And then he disappear into the kitchen to start cooking.
Nothing fancy, just some stir fry and rice, but it should be a good enough meal.
Nanami bites back a comment when Haibara pulls down one of his shirts to wear instead of one of his own. Admittedly, if the suit is the only outfit Haibara purchased, his uniform is the only alternative. The white shirt isn't a giveaway, but Haibara might not want to wear it.
He wears his trousers and a different shirt along with his tie. Nanami leans his back against the wall that provides a decent view of the kitchen. It also keeps his distance, tantalizing as the view is. It'd be better to stay further away, perhaps the other side of the window/counter from the kitchen, where he could pretend Haibara's fully dressed.
"We didn't have much time for cooking at school," Nanami comments, to give himself something to do.
Nanami's shirt hangs longer on him, which makes it easier when he's actually doing something, not that it hides much when he bends over to pull out a pan before setting it on the stove so he can start on the meal.
"We didn't, no." Haibara glances over at him.
"Do you want to come in and help? You're probably better with a knife."
Nanami mostly looks away, but his attention is in the corner of his eye where Haibara's ass is on full display for a short moment. He swallows and tries to keep his attention above the waist. Such as on the cooking, you know, the thing that is happening.
"I'm happy to help," Nanami says, grateful for a task to keep his hands busy. He pulls out a cutting board and some prep bowls. Then he pays close attention to the vegetables and not how much closer Haibara is.
Haibara doesn't necessarily have to touch Nanami every time he's moving past him, but he does it anyway, just brief brushes of contact, easily explained for the size of the kitchen and then he's focusing on the cooking, adding the vegetables as Nanami finishes with them.
It's the kind of thing Nanami wants, especially at home, with Haibara. Casual touches. Little reminders he's there, not only a figment of Nanami's imagination. The very reason he'd needed to touch Haibara in public yesterday the moment they'd met. Yet it's a different kind of challenging, when Haibara's half dressed. Cooking, however, requires focus. Even knife work.
He chops the last of the vegetables, emptying them into another prep bowl, and smiles.
"I've had more practice. You'll get better."
He steps behind Haibara not to block his arm movements and rests a hand on his waist over the shirt.
Haibar nods, watching him for a moment and the just leans back into him when Nanami steps behind him, tilts his head back against his shoulder to enjoy the contact.
And then he's back to cooking, finishing up the stir fry and turning it off before he actually turns to look at Nanami.
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?"
"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.
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?"
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?"
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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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"There's so many places I want to take you."
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Nothing fancy, just some stir fry and rice, but it should be a good enough meal.
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He wears his trousers and a different shirt along with his tie. Nanami leans his back against the wall that provides a decent view of the kitchen. It also keeps his distance, tantalizing as the view is. It'd be better to stay further away, perhaps the other side of the window/counter from the kitchen, where he could pretend Haibara's fully dressed.
"We didn't have much time for cooking at school," Nanami comments, to give himself something to do.
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"We didn't, no." Haibara glances over at him.
"Do you want to come in and help? You're probably better with a knife."
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"I'm happy to help," Nanami says, grateful for a task to keep his hands busy. He pulls out a cutting board and some prep bowls. Then he pays close attention to the vegetables and not how much closer Haibara is.
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"You're definitely better at that."
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He chops the last of the vegetables, emptying them into another prep bowl, and smiles.
"I've had more practice. You'll get better."
He steps behind Haibara not to block his arm movements and rests a hand on his waist over the shirt.
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And then he's back to cooking, finishing up the stir fry and turning it off before he actually turns to look at Nanami.
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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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And he does run his tongue along Nanami's lips, seeking to deepen it.
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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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"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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"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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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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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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"I'm glad you liked the food."
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"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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"My hands are yours," Nanami says.
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"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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