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A soft moan as a shiver runs up his spine. Nanami's touch is light in Haibara's hair, not directing anything at all. He lets Haibara do as he wants. He always does, it feels like. He's not sorry for it at all, certainly not with Haibara on his knees before him like this. He shifts just enough to feel steadier on his feet.

"God," Nanami swears.

Definitely a good reaction, even if this isn't how he plans to finish things, but he loosens his grip, lets his hand fall so he can take Nanami deeper, tongue stroking against his shaft as he starts to move. His hands slide over Nanami's thighs before smoothing up over his ass, one finger lightly sliding between his cheeks.

And gently presses against the opening, although he's not pushing it in.

His abs clench as Nanami resists the urge, for now, to press into Haibara's mouth. His head tilts back, and he lets out a soft moan. His breathing's a touch uneven, but he focuses on it, so much as he can.

When he feels Haibara press a finger against him, he pulls his head up enough to look at the toiletries, find the waterproof lube he stocked the shower with while Haibara was out, and hands it down to him. He then presses his free hand against the shower wall so he can relax more.

He takes it, fumbles a little getting it open and squeezing it on his fingers. Then he's pushing one into Nanami carefully while still teasing his shaft with his tongue as he pulls back.

"You don't have to hold back." Haibara looks up at him. "Or would you rather I come up there and kiss you?"

Nanami exhales roughly and takes a few more breaths, even after Haibara pulls back. He looks down to meet Haibara's gaze, and that alone is enough to elicit a small groan.

"I—" Nanami tries to think of something besides 'both' because he wants both. He wants it all. It would be harder, if Haibara managed to ask through the bond, while still taking him in his mouth. "Yes."

He gently pulls Haibara up and kisses him. He rocks his hips against Haibara and presses back against the finger in so doing. He just wants him.

He kisses back eagerly, moaning through the bond and into Nanami's mouth. His own hips buck, grinding against Nanami's. And when the kiss breaks, he's panting.

And he adds a second finger, working them inside Nanami to stretch him.

Nanami's breathing hard too. He continues to rock back and forth, an arm around Haibara's waist holding them close together. He rests his cheek against Haibara's, so that Haibara can hear how heavy his breathing is, how much he wants him.

Then he's kissing behind Haibara's ear, sucking on his earlobe, while he continues a steady rhythm, pressing against both Haibara's cock and his fingers.

His fingers slip out, Haibara shuddering between Nanami and the wall of the shower, moaning his name as he rocks against him. His other hand is curled around the back of Nanami's neck, playing in his hair.

"Kento"

Nanami slides a hand between them to grip them both and jerk them both off. It doesn't need to be more when he feels Haibara against him, in his arms, with him once more. He kisses and sucks at Haibara's neck, his call in return more a voice in Haibara's head than aloud. Yu..

Nanami's hand on him, the friction from rubbing against his shaft while they're being stroked and Nanami's mouth on his neck have him helplessly moaning as his hips buck, his hands digging into Nanami's back to hold onto him.

And that call of his name has him spilling, his eyes closed.

Nanami smiles against Yu's neck, breathing heavily himself though he hasn't finished yet. He holds Yu up, still giving him small kisses. The happiest man in the world, surely.

He's still shuddering a few momwents after it's over, his head tilting to give Nanami more access to his neck. And then he frees a hand, dropping it to wrap around Nanami, stroking him as he buries his own face against Nanami's neck.

His thumb teases the head, strokes quick and his hand squeezing Nanami's shaft a little.

His hand presses hard into Yu's back, and Nanami's eyes close as his breathing grows shallower, the pleasure building and building until he comes with a thrust into Yu's hand. He breaths hard, even as he holds Yu against him, tight and unyielding.

"God," Nanami swears. "It hasn't been like this ever since you." Not even the times he was with other people.

"Is it a bad thing that I like hearing that? Not that I wouldn't have wanted you to move on, because you deserved to be happy, but part of me-"really likes that it was never the same with anyone else.

"I missed being able to touch you." Haibara does rinse his hand off before cleaning Nanami up again and then leans up to kiss him.

"No, it's not bad," Nanami says, smiling, "A love like ours doesn't come around too often." He wouldn't want it to. Like that might cheapen it. A foolish feeling, perhaps, but Nanami never did find anything like this. Perhaps the world of jujutsu sorcerers is simply too small for that.

Nanami kisses Haibara back, smiling against his lips. "You'll get to touch me every day. We'll sleep together, there for each other throughout the night. We have no need to keep it secret. Let others stare as we hold hands in public." It's more than he ever did before.

"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.

"There's so many places I want to take you."

"And we'll go to each one." He smiles slightly.

"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.

"You're definitely better at that."

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.

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