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The room goes quiet, just the two of them breathing raggedly and rustling sheets. Nanami pays attention to Yu on heightened alert for any sign he's hurting him. It comes hand in hand with feeling Yu tight around him, an incredible welcome warmth. What he's missed and wanted for a decade. When he finally presses all the way in, Nanami stays there and lets Yu get used to the feeling of it.

He brings one hand up to cup Yu's face. "I love you," Nanami says again, something so far from being news it warrants the same level of shock as the statement, 'I'm breathing.' He kisses Yu, leaning down changing the angle slightly, so he leans down and draws one leg up over his shoulder.

He hasn't fell this complete since before he died, since the last time he'd been like this with Kento over him. But this is different, this feels like so much more than it had when they were teenagers.

"I love you too." More than anything. He frees one hand, lifting to cover the one on his cheek, eyes focusing on Nanami's face the moment before they're kissing again and once the kiss breaks.

"You can move, if you're ready."

Nanami nods, and he braces himself more firmly between one forearm and his knees. He pulls back slowly until he's most of the way out and pushes back in. It's not the horny desperate need and desire to take Yu's ass hard he felt earlier. It's better. It's them, and fuck, Nanami couldn't fuck Yu that hard this tight.

His hand runs down Yu's side as he moves. "God, Yu, you feel," Nanami half-moans, "so good."

He doesn't need it hard and fast, as long as it's just happening and when Nanami pushes back, his fingers flex, clutch at Nanami as he moans, lifting his hips, or trying to.

"Yours." It's a breathless whisper, Haibara leaning up to try for a kiss.

He breathes hard and supports Yu lifting his hips with the hand at his side sliding down to his hip. Nanami leans down, kissing Yu as he wants and kisses him a long time, long enough to set a slow steady rhythm.

"Mine," he manages when it breaks off, "and I'm never letting you go."

"Don't want you to." He's slipping ino the rhythm, moving with Nanami and returning the kisses as best he can.

"Kento, you feel-" He's panting, his fingers digging into Nanami's shoulders, holding onto him like there's nothing else in the world capable of keeping him secure. It's good, the sensations building inside him, his lips parting on moans and gasps of Nanami's name.

"Yes, hold onto me, as tight as you want," Nanami encourages. He loves every point of contact, every reminder they're together. He loves how much Yu needs him and he needs Yu. It's an emotional feedback loop unlike anything he ever fantasized about.

He manages to reach between them and pay Yu more attention as well. Nanami's moving a little faster now, not much, but they fit together well, firmly but well.

The added sensation has him bucking his hips, rocking between Nanami's hand and his thrusts, his head dropping back to the pillow as he shudders, tension building in his body, pulling tighter. And he's clenching around Nanami's cock inside him.

Fuuuuck, that feels good. So good. Normally, Nanami wouldn't care, but he dives deep into the pleasurable sensations, keeping just enough awareness about himself to try to match Yu. To slow his pace around his cock so that Nanami doesn't fall behind on the pleasure racking through him. Today, now, the first time back together, he wants to ride the wave of pleasure together.

His body starts to tighten, and he loses control over the pacing, over matching Yu. He breathes heavily, head dropping to the bed besides Yu's, face partially pressed into his shoulder.

He's got his arms around Nanami now that he's slumped down, turning his head to brush lips against whatever of his face is close enough to the mouth as they move together. The pleasure keep building, his body tensing more until he's shuddering around Nanami, calling his name as he spills over both of them.

And then he's panting softly, one hand moving to curl around the back of Nanami's head, fingers just smoothing through his hair.

Yu's finish comes with his own, the start of it tipping Nanami over the edge. He mouths Yu's name against his shoulder and drives in deeply one last time, shaking above him as he comes. He collapses down further, mindlessly leaning more of his weight into Yu. He means to get them into a more comfortable position, but his mind like his body is a slow sluggish unresponsive thing.

He breathes, just breathes, and a few tears dampen the bed beneath them. Too many emotions all at once.

His fingers smooth over the back of Nanami's head, sliding down to his neck, just idly stroking over the skin there as he opens his eyes, gaze focusing on the ceiling.

"I missed this too." It's quiet, his other hand smoothing over Nanami's back.

Nanami takes a little time to gather himself back together. He gently pulls out and adjusts their positions to be, hopefully, more comfortable. Only small movements, nothing big. Yes, they're messy, and Nanami will want to clean up, but first, he needs to stay there with Yu.

"All I've wanted," Nanami says, "for so long." He turns his head to somewhat see Yu, even if it is just his hair, his ear. "Just for me."

Haibara turns his head just enough to brush lips against skin.

"All for you." He murmurs the words.

Nanami smiles. The only selfish thing, or at least the most selfish thing, he's wanted not for the good of the world, only for himself. His limbs are heavy and tired, his emotions making them feel heavier.

"We should shower or take a bath," Nanami says. He lifts a hand to brush at Haibara's hair. "Which would you prefer?"

"Shower would be cleaner and more efficient." His lips twitch up into a smile.

"Shower first, then soak in the tub? That's pretty standard practice anyway."

Nanami cannot help but smile. A shower is his preference as well. A shower only, if there's only time for one. A bath afterward.

"It's almost like you know me," he jokes, aside from it being standard practice. He forces himself up off Haibara, off the bed, and stands. He offers Haibara a hand. "I didn't show you the bathroom in my tour."

"No idea where you'd get that impression." He slides from the bed, fingers entwining with Nanami's as he stands there a moment, steadies himself.

"You didn't."

Besides the walk in closet, there's another door in the bedroom, one that leads to a large stately bathroom full of amenities, yet clean and tidy. Nanami leans in to start the water but lets it warm up first.

"There's another one on the other end, but this one is our bathroom."

"Guest bathroom is always a good idea." He watches Nanami, leans against the sink and lets himself just breathe for a moment.

"Kind of unfair. I never thought you'd grow up to look like this. Not that I'm complaining by any means." But it was such a marked difference.

"I prefer the bedroom to be a private space. That includes the en suite bathroom." Having people over at all is a huge step from how he lived before. He needs this measure of privacy. A border. A boundary that almost no one gets to cross.

"I didn't expect it either," Nanami admits. "It happened gradually though, over time. I wasn't nearly so fit when I first came back. Years out of practice, and it showed." He groans. "Gojo beat me up so hard." Without even trying. He still can, but Nanami can make a better show of it.

"I figured you worked hard to get back up to speed and then maintain. Especially if you reached first grade status." He straightens, crosses to stand behind Nanami, running hands over his back, fingers just smoothing over the skin.

"Of course he did." Because nobody's on his level, at least within their current ranks.

"I got up to speed, yes, but I did more than maintain it," Nanami says, "I've pushed myself further and further than I thought possible over time. I even tried to learn domain amplification." A failure, something he couldn't grasp. That's okay. "This is as far as I've managed to reach physically. I don't know if it's possible for me to advance further that way."

He sighs and shrugs. One hand reaches back just to touch Haibara, stay connected. "I learned to apply my technique to the environment, not just my opponents." That was an enormous leap forward, helped by a Binding Vow.

"You'll get there." His voice is quiet. "And I meant physically when I said maintain. You're always going to push yourself more when it comes to your ability." And that's fine. It's part of who Nanami is and Haibara admires the drive.

His fingers lace with Nanami's again, squeezing his hand.

Nanami doubts he'll master domain amplification. Everyone has limits, even grade one sorcerers. It's why there are so many more of them than special grade sorcerers. There aren't even—weren't even—many special grade cursed spirits, even if they greatly outnumber special grade sorcerers. Most things, under normal circumstances, grade one sorcerers can handle. Home simply isn't normal right now.

"I didn't know I could get this far, physically, when I started," Nanami says. "Thought I would always be lean." He laughs. It's not something he's talked about much with, well, anyone. Who talks about their physique like that? "The water's warm."

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