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"And even if I had somewhere else to go, I'd still choose to stay right here." Softly before shifting to rest his head on Nanami's shoulder.

"So I'm not going anywhere either.

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His arms wrap around him. "I'll be less clingy tomorrow," Nanami promises. "You can check out what you like. We'll still spend much of our days together."

Once he's sure they have them.

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"And what makes you think I'm not enjoying you being clingy?" He teases gently, hands sliding up Nanami's arms.

"I'm not in any hurry, Kento."

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"I was never exactly clingy before," Nanami points out. They were together all the time anyway. Part of being the only two people in their class. They couldn't get split up into different teams. Still, he wasn't the clingier of them.

"I don't want us to become unhealthily codependent. That's all."

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"We were together all the time and I hadn't died on you yet." Fingers entwine with Nanami's as he brushes a kiss to the side of his neck.

"I'm not going to be like that."

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"I won't be either." Fact. Nanami won't let himself, no matter what happens. There's being glad Haibara is back and spending much of their time together and ignoring his responsibilities to the students, no longer training, and otherwise behaving irresponsibly.

"As long as no one needs me tonight, I'll be here with you the entire time."

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"And if they do need you, I'll be here when you're back, unless I go with you to help." A slight shrug.

"I'm not going to be bothered you have other demands on your time."

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"I know," Nanami says, "I can still hope that the teenagers manage to be okay by themselves for one night. Even though I cannot control it." Because he wants this night for them and them alone. One night. Is that so much to ask?

"The same for you. I'm sure you'll make friends with people in no time."

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"Probably" But it's not something he's even concerned about at the moment, his eyes closing.

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Nanami consciously loosens his grip on Haibara a little. A comfortable weight around his waist. his head leans back, and he's happy to sit here until the water gets cold.

lapse to the next day/evening.

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And he's in no hurry either. The evening is a quiet one, the two of them finally going to bed and Haibara's there when the alarm goes off. He leaves about midday, heading out to explore, do some shopping and he's back before nightfall, at least, carrying a few bags. The building is quiet, Haibara not seeing anyone on his way up and then letting himself into the apartment, running a hand through his hair.

He toes off his shoes, gaze drifting toward the kitchen before he walks that way to put the snacks away.

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Nanami reads in the living room and looks up, glad Haibara is the one walking in without knocking, not Gojo or anyone else. He picks up his bookmark to mark his place and smiles—

He halts, leaning forward, as he takes in what Haibara's wearing. "Oh," he exclaims after inhaling sharply. Nanami stands, perfectly under control, and locks the front door. That isn't enough to stop Gojo, if he decides to pop in, but thankfully knocking has become standard.

Nanami trails Haibara's steps to the kitchen, where he stands stock straight. He swallows and tries to function like a normal human being. What was he going to ask if Haibara wanted with dinner? Silk? "You look," Nanami says instead, devourable, "good."

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He knows the minute Nanami sees him, the sound sending a shiver down his spine as he focuses on putting his food away. Doesn't turn even when he can feel Nanami behind him, can sense what he's feeling.

" I'm not a teenager here " As he straightens, adjusts his jacket and then turns so Nanami gets the full effect.

"So you like it?"

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Nanami forces himself to focus on the details of the suit, the perfectly tailored layering, the way it hugs Haibara without restricting him. It's a very, very good suit. It's—

Nanami closes the gap and pushes Haibara against the cupboards. He kisses hard, pushing Haibara's mouth open, and runs his hands as greedily over the suit. He pins Haibara with his hips, well aware he's already hard. After long moments, he drags his lips away to Haibara's ear. "You know I do."

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Haibara's mouth opens under the kiss, hands curling in the fabric of Nanami's shirt, hips rocking against Nanami almost immediately. And he's alresdy breathless when the kiss breaks, his lips curving into a soft smile.

"Kento." He murmurs it, leans up to seek another kiss. Definitely a good idea to try the suit, he'll have to get more.

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Nanami moans, and he rocks his hips back against Haibara's. The friction is good. It isn't nearly enough. His trousers are tight, uncomfortable, but Nanami doesn't want to undress them more than necessary. He wants to feel the smooth fabric under his hand, the slip and slide of it. He wants, needs, more.

His hand slips between them, unzipping Haibara's fly and his own. He frees both their cocks and wraps a hand around them together. He rocks against Haibara and jerks them off together. He kisses Haibara nearly as hard as before, unable to hold back.

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That's definitely different and he shudders, rocking into Nanami's grip as he moans his name, the sounds lost in the kiss but he's already aching, feeling the tension building, need washing him over like a wave.

His hands curl around Nanami upper arms, fingers digging in. And when the kiss breaks this time, his breath shudders out, Haibara gasping Nanami's name.

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His name echos through his mind, all the want and need in those two syllables, even as they kiss. It's a feedback loop between them, feeling not only his own strong desires but Haibara's as well. He loves the feeling of Haibara holding on. Nanami kisses him again but wants to hear him aloud, wants more than their clothed bodies pressed together, rubbing against each other.

Nanami kneels before Haibara, running his other hand down Haibara's side as he does so. He unbuttons Haibara's trousers, eases Haibara's cock free of underwear, and slowly slides both down Haibara's legs. He lifts Haibara's legs one at a time, and once the trousers are off, Nanami tidies them automatically and sets them aside on the nearest counter.

He breathes in, kneeling there, and takes the head of Haibara's cock into his mouth. His tongue swipes across it, and he focuses, if only for a moment, to summon a small tube of lube with his spoon.

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He doesn't realize what Nanami's doing at first only whines at the loss of contat, the warmth of Nanami's body against his own and the overwhelming need rolling through him. And then he looks down and forgets to breathe, eyes widening at the sight of his lover on his knees, his mouth so dry he has to wet his lips.

He doesn't resist, moves as Nanami wants and the sound he makes when Nanami's tongue strokes over his shaft, when he's inside the warm heat of Nanami's mouth? It's a gasping broken little cry of Nanami's name, hands finding purchase on Nanami's shoulders, gripping them to keep himself upright.

"...Fuck.." It's soft and breathless. He doesn't swear often, but in the moment he can't help himself. "..Kento, you..."

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Too many things he wants to do with his hands, needs to do. Nanami sucks hard on the head of Haibara's cock, while he lets go with his hand so that he can open the lube and get a generous amount on his fingers. He reaches around and gently teases at Haibara's entrance. The position isn't the best one, but for the moment he simply urges makes do. He has plans. Oh he has plans.

Nanami takes more of Haibara into his mouth, licking and sucking and teasing. A single lubricated finger presses into Haibara, and Nanami moans around Haibara's cock.

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Haibara shudders, his hips bucking into the warmth of Nanami's mouth helplessly, the finger pressing in dragging another gasping moan from his lips, his grip almost white knuckled on Nanami's shoulders. "...Kento, I.." He's so close just from the teasing, the finger and the feedback through their bond.

"I can't.."

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Nanami cannot talk around a mouthful of cock, but he tries to send reassurance, not only how much he wants to pound Haibara's ass then and there against the cabinets, through the connection. He feels it, though, how close Yu is. He flattens his tongue against the underside of Haibara's cock and tries to send the feeling, the idea, the message to hold on a little longer. Haibara isn't ready to take Nanami's cock yet, and he needs that.

He tucks his arms under Haibara's upper thighs and lifts him up off the ground. Haibara sinks, some, pushing Nanami's finger deeper inside him, but Nanami grips Haibara's hip with his other hand and presses him hard into the cabinet, too hard to let him fall. Yet he uses it to let Haibara rely on him, not have to hold himself up, so he can more easily finger him.

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His grip relaxes once he's being held up, head thudding back against the cabinets behind him, his fingers flexing on Nanami's shoulders. The flow of need, of want has him shuddering, rocking back against that finger.

"I can take more, I-" He breaks off with a gasping moan. "You're not going to hurt me if you want to-"

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Nanami's fairly sure he knows what Haibara means. His cock. He first presses a second lubricated finger in with the first, even as his arms flex with holding Haibara's weight. He thrusts his fingers and bobs his head as he swirls his tongue. He cannot exactly answer Haibara's statement aloud.

He continues quicker than he means, pressing a third finger in as well. Soon. He won't be able to hold back himself soon either.

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He's pushing back against those fingers, rocking helplessly between the teasing and the stretch, his lips parting on shaky moans, one hand freeing itself to tangle in Nanami's hair. tugging on his hair, pulling his head back a little, although he's trying not to yank hard.

"Kento..." It's soft, breathless.