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He kisses back like he's starving, desperate and hungry, arms wrapping around Nanami. And the cry that escapes when Nanami drives into him echoes through the bond, Haibara sinking teeth into his shoulder even with the shirt in his way.

"Kento. He's moving with a Nanami, riding his thrusts and catching him in another kiss.

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Nanami groans and thrusts even harder at the bite. He moves rapidly, only the need to drive deep into Yu each time slowing him down. He doesn't have the hands available to grip Yu's face and pull it to his, so he pushes into him, even here. Kissing, messier with their movements, but always returning again and again.

It's not made to last long, turned on as he is, tight as Yu is. He snags a nearby dishtowel, concern for their suits, especially Haibara's, driving the urge on instinct, not conscious thought. "Yu," Nanami moans, "I—" I'm close. God, he's twenty-eight, and he's already close.

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"Good." Because the idea that he's the reason just makes it so much better. Haibara kissing him back, legs wrapped around his waist. He's vaguely aware of the towel, but then he's lost again, caught in Nanami's pace and crying his name when he does come.

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Nanami doesn't last much longer, and while he uses the dishtowel to avoid a mess with Yu's orgasm, he leans his head against the cabinets next to Yu, heaving. He needs a few moments to come back to himself, but his head feels far more clear than it has since the moment he first saw Haibara in that suit.

He lifts his head back, kisses Yu, and pulls out and back so he can set Yu on the floor again. "Did you know?" Nanami asks. What it would do, seeing that. What it would do to him?

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He wraps an arm around Nanami once he's on his feet again, even if he's still feeling a little shaky, leaning into him after the kiss. "I didn't. I like you in suits and I thought it'd look better if I followed your lead." And now? Maybe he should save the suits for special occasions if they have that kind of effect on Kento.

Fingers smooth up over his back, Haibara pressing a kiss to his jaw, his neck. "Should I save them for specific occasions or do you want me to keep wearing them regularly?"

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Liking Haibara in suits puts in mildly, for Nanami's part. It's something he never considered, never even fantasized about. Fantasy wouldn't do it justice. His hand runs across the suit, well fitted and high quality. The color suits Haibara well, and Nanami wants to appreciate it sometime... in another fashion.

He flushes at the question. The idea of getting so turned on in public, where other people notice, is embarrassing. Yet he also doesn't want to restrict Haibara's choice of dress. He chose it for himself. "Keep wearing them," Nanami says, "I can... work on my reaction." Even if that means fooling around before they go out for the day or something similar.

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"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. I really liked..how intense you were." He stretched up for another kiss, slow and lingering.

"Now you know it feels when I see you."

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Nanami kisses Haibara back, much more relaxed about it now. Soft and sweet. More romantic, he imagines, but no less needing Haibara. "For public, then. I don't want to do that in public."

He pulls back to look questioningly at Haibara. "I suppose you were as ready to go as I was," he says thoughtfully. That's a fact, one obvious in hindsight, but he could have accounted for it due to his actions. "I always want to kiss you. Hold you close. Every time I see you."

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"You remember when I saw you undressed yesterday? The whole picture and i couldn't even look away. Because you've grown up to be so much ....more than I honestly every imagined. Not that I wouldn't have been just as eager if you still looked the way you did when we were teenagers."

His hand drops, presses against Nanami's stomach before sliding up. "But all of this? The way you picked me up so easily? That really, really worked for me too." His voice is soft, his hands moving to slide along Nanami's arms.

"But I want to kiss you all the time too. I want your armns around me, youur hands on me and not just because you want to inside me."

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Nanami is physically fit and meets the criteria for many standards of attractiveness. That is not news. However, it changed slowly over time for him, becoming this way. He never viewed it with the sharp contrast Haibara, Geto, Gojo, and now Shoko have. It's just him.

He smiles, glad they're going through these surprising turn ons together. They'll figure it out, and well, their sex life won't be what is was as teenagers. That's a good thing. For starters, Nanami appreciates having an apartment with greater privacy than the dorms. Also, soundproofing.

After tucking himself back in, he wraps his arms around Haibara casually and smiles. "I doubt I'll ever grow tired of casually being in touch with you. It never gets old." It's been two days. He doesn't care.

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"I hope not." Because while he does love the sex, who wouldn't? And his body is still somewhat in that stage of life, it's not a necessity for him. Haibara leans into Nanami, leans up to kiss him gently.

"Do you want me to cook tonight?"

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If they had no other concerns, no one but the two of them, Nanami could spend half the day kissing Haibara. Whether in bed or as they go about the apartment or anything else. He makes note to move his reading time from the armchair to the couch.

"If you would like," Nanami says. "We still have leftovers, but they'll keep." He glances downward. "Though we should get you an apron if you're cooking. I don't want anything to happen to this suit."

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"I still have the clothes I arrived in. I cam chamge. Might want to shower first anyway." He entwines fingers with Nanami's for a moment.

"And we can do leftovers if you'd rather."

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"A shower seems like a smart idea," Nanami agrees. He gathers Haibara's trousers and idly turns to leave the kitchen. "We can have leftovers tomorrow. I'd like to see what you cook."

The living room jostles his memory, though the beer and snacks are gone. "Oh. Shoko's here," Nanami says. "She came by for drinks, and I told her you're here." Among other things.

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"I'll catch up with her later. Nice that we're all here though."

He follows Nanami from the kitchen, pauses. "Do you want to undress me for the shower or should I do it? Given how much you like this suit, I mean."

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Their years, yes. Nanami holds out hope for the second years, perhaps even the Kyoto second years since Muta is here. There's a few others he wouldn't mind seeing show up, but given how many of them are here, that starts to sound greedy. "It was good to catch up with her. She hadn't seen me since, well, since you died." That time in between.

He looks back over his shoulder, gaze a little hungry upon landing on the suit. Practice, practice on handling it. "I'll do it," Nanami says, "I'll show you how to properly hang up a suit."

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"So she's closer to my age than yours." He murmurs it and then fights off
the urge to smile, gaze lingering on Nanami.

"I thought you might say that." Amusement is clear in his voice and once
they're almost in the bathroom, he stops, tugs Nanami into a kiss.

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"Right about your age," Nanami agrees. At least in years experienced, if not lived. If they're talking that, he isn't entirely sure he's still twenty-eight, but he didn't get the vibe Okkatsu is from too far into the future.

Nanami kisses Haibara back and pulls him along, kissing, toward the walk in closet. He deposits the dishcloth in the hamper and flips the switch to illuminate the closet. He traces the various shapes of the suits with humming approval. Then he pulls back enough to say, "They're best hung in the closet. Never folded. There are different kinds of hangers."

He demonstrates, hanging Haibara's suit trousers first. Then he removes his own jacket and hangs it up. Then he turns back to Haibara and slides the jacket slowly off his shoulders and down his arms. It's an excellent suit, he must say.

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Haibara follows him into the closet, kissing back when they pause before he's still at the sight of Nanami hanging the pants and then removingh his own jacket. His mouth is dry, gaze locked on Nanami until he feels the jacket sliding off his shoulders.

"...Kento." It's just a breath of his name, but Haibara knows he can read the meaning like it was full sentences.

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Nanami watches Haibara intently even as he hangs up Haibara's jacket with crisp movements. He knows, god he knows, and Haibara's still wearing so much of the suit. "Yu," he murmurs, cups Haibara's face, and kisses him. Long and sweet. All the time in the world.

He pulls back, loosens his tie, and removes it. He hangs it up carefully as well before reaching for Yu's.

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Haibara kisses him back, the kissing doing nothing to quell the way he's feeling watching Nanami remove each item of clothing, his fingers curling around Nanami's wrist when he removes his own tie, catching him for another kiss since he's in range again.

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"This is going to take a long time," Nanami comments after the kiss, "if we kiss each time I remove an article of clothing." The kisses are sweet and distracting, and it is hard to end them each time, hard to let Yu end them. Yet it's not a complaint, only a statement of fact.

He treats each article of clothing with the respect they're due and graces Yu's lips with his own again and again. "I don't know if you paid much attention to how to hang up your suits," he murmurs against Yu's lips, "but we could take that shower now."

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"I might have been too busy looking at you." He admits, fingers smoothing over the back of Nanami's head before he pulls away to turn and walk into the bathroom. He starts the shower this time to let the water warm for both of them.

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"There's always another day," Nanami says. There will be another day and another one after that, god damn it. He follows after Haibara and stands behind him in the bathroom. His hands rest over Haibara's shoulders and upper arms, as he kisses down Haibara's neck and shoulder. He breathes Haibara in, Haibara and some general scent of Folkmore. His sense of smell hasn't been enhanced here.

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Haibara tilts his head without really thinking, eyes closing as he keeps one hand under the water, waiting for it to heat to the proper temperature. "There is." He agrees quietly, his breath hitching as the kisses continue.

"You smelled the same." His voice is quiet and he leans back slightly, rests against Nanami.

"That's how I found you."