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( gino huffs somewhat at the question, amusement in his throat. a trained eye might note it is — flustered. )

You have a talent for always picking up on what I don't want you to read into.

( still, he goes, laying himself out on the bed as his longer hair pools out on the pillow below, lifting a bent knee up to frame kogami as he pulls the man on top of him. his hands sweep upwards, scratching gently at the nape of kogami's neck as he tugs him inwards, breathing a mirthless laugh. )

Yeah. I thought I'd have a family, when I was younger. I thought a lot of things would be different.

( and somehow ... it was always a family with kogami, too. he never envisioned himself with anyone else, even when he was younger, even when they grew apart in the police force. it might be childish, or foolhardy. but attraction always stems from trust, and the only person he's ever truly trusted ... well, it's the only man who ever proved himself worthy of it. the only man who ever stood up for him when he had nothing to gain, just because he believed in fairness and good will among men.

kogami. )

It's silly, now.

[ gino is absolutely adorable when flustered -- and kogami is proud of the fact that he's the only one who gets to see it underneath the amusement, like a precious secret waiting to be unearthed. but gino is a precious secret; the warmth and beauty of him, the way he so effortlessly holds so much of kogami's wild, wild heart.

he's following after him, pinning him down to the bed with his limbs, leaning down to press soft kisses to his neck in the guise of buying time, of framing his answer. it has never been a surprise to kogami that he's wanted a family, and in this moment, thinking about it, kogami is surprised that he isn't wholly opposed if it's gino he could do it with. ]

It's not.

[ he says finally, because if there's anything throttling a mafia boss to death this evening has taught him, it's that gino matters; he matters much more than kogami had previously thought. reaching down to brush his hair off his face, he looks down into striking green eyes, pensive. ]

Do you still want it now? With me?

( lean hands, one human and one metal, palm up the thin landscape of kogami's waistline, warm on one side and icy on the other. it's not — really the response he expected, grassy eyes opened just a little wider at the line of questioning, at kogami's interest in ... domesticity. gino can't even convince himself he's asking for posterity's sake, or because there'll be a long lecture at the end of this particular revelation. kogami is capable of being terrible, but more often he's just kind, naturally curious, passionate.

so his fingers play a brief tap tap on him like playing the piano, briefly in thought. not that he really has to think about the answer, but whether he's going to lie or not is something that still doesn't come too naturally to him. swallowing something bitter down his throat, he just gives a small nod, eyes flickering from focusing on either of kogami's. )

I never imagined it with anyone but you.

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[ gino's assessment is right: he didn't ask about it just because -- nor is it a lead in to some long lecture. for one, kogami doesn't do long lectures; for another, he cares far too much for gino to disregard his thoughts and feelings.

he just isn't sure how good he is with domesticity, how good he is at not letting gino down because there's a pattern of behaviour that predicts otherwise, despite best intentions. he feels the cold and warm hands on him, and when gino doesn't look at him, he understands.

he doesn't say anything after that, only leans down to seek out his lips to kiss him, once then again, his hand sliding down to close around his cock, stroking firmly.

he doesn't do great with talking -- not for subjects like these. let him just do this right now, gino. ]

( it's a hard won victory, having kogami in his arms. his body is still littered with the evidence of another man at his throat, but he was lucky enough to be saved from anything more sinister — grief got washed away down the shower drain, and now they're just empty hickeys on his neck, soon to be covered with different memories and better thoughts that kogami provides him.

grateful in part to have his mouth stolen away from him, gino doesn't have any problem kissing him back, human fingers digging sharply into his side while he forcibly removes his other one, not trusting himself or the metal to be kind on kogami's skin. that's not to say kogami is delicate, or even breakable, but a black and blue bruise in the shape of a handprint is only too telling of gino's apparent lack of control when it comes to the other man.

almost purring against him, gino rocks his hips up to meet that wandering palm, famished now more than ever for the touch of another person — someone kind and careful, but not too stifling with love. someone gino can cling to and beg at and pray for, without suffocating under his own desperate need. someone like kogami, here and gone but still always here somehow, in this small compartment of gino's heart he keeps him locked away inside. )

[ kogami starts with those hollow bruises with he breaks the kiss, wet with shared saliva as his mouth finds and sucks vicious lovebites into the bruises. he's claiming it all when gino leans so sweetly into him.

theirs is a strange and enduring love, through high school, through demotions and the like, and his hands roam over his body, possessive and loving in equal measure. gino has always been here for him even if it was just his rage and anger sometimes -- and kogami never stopped loving him even if sometimes it seemed it did, as if the chase had swallowed up all of kogami's other abilities to love.

when his lover purrs now, kogami makes quick work, slicking himself up before pushing his cock into him, thrusting deep but slow -- gino can take him without too much trouble now, and he gathers him tight, face buried in the latest bruise he's reclaiming. ]

...I love you, you know.

( it's easy to lose himself in the motions, the job tonight slipping further and further from his mind until all he has the capacity to even think about is kogami, his clever hands and cleverer tongue, playing him like an instrument he has all but mastered. eventually, he stops worrying so much about being seen, about being known as thoroughly as kogami can read him. eventually, it's all about feeling, about laying down with the one he calls mate and letting him take him apart.

the words, though. embraced and warm as he is, legs wrapped around kogami's waist so fucking him hard is temporarily out of the question, he still winds a hand up to kogami's hair, motions feeling like they go slower than usual, like dragged through fog. he pants, face flushed, eyes a little too red before his hand fists in kogami's soft, fluffy hair, yanking him back so they can look at each other.

his expression isn't upset. it's more or less just — flustered, lip anxiously bitten in the flutter of his heart. )

You've, ah, um. You've — never said that, before.

( flickering green eyes find it hard to focus on any one part of him — his mouth or his eyes or his body, cycling between all of them again and again. something tightens in his gut all of a suddenly, this odd feeling that is certainly off cycle, before a fresh wave of wet comes crashing out on kogami's cock, the scent of gino's unpredicted heat swiftly filling the air between them. his pants suddenly become erratic, loud and necessary and uncaring. )

You — mean it?

[ he hasn't? that gino knows this better than kogami himself does speaks volumes, and for a moment he feels a twinge of shame. gino has always been faithful, has always been his, even when kogami charged ahead without him, forgetting that there is one who loves him, no matter how it hurts.

he's gentle, slow when he buries himself inside the slippery wet heat of his mate's body, the clutch of him making his breath catch. he's already this wet and ready for him?

he looks back at him when he's yanked back, meeting beautiful green eyes as he shifts his hips against him. once, again, and he feels that pulse of wetness, how ready he is to be mated. ]

I mean it.

[ he breathes, low and quiet and full of promise and apology. he's sorry he's such a terrible lover. he sniffs the air, ripe with his heat, and he blinks, surprised. ]

Gino, are you --

( his cycle is usually well predictable, and after this rush passes he'll certainly be embarrassed about the nature of it this time, but — for right now, he just shudders around kogami's cock, slick and tight and almost burning in his heat, eyes screwed shut as a blush covers him from cheeks to chest. he pants wildly, overdone by emotions, legs tightening at kogami's sides to pull him in closer, deeper, in far enough to touch the fraying nerve endings of gino's resolve.

he thought he did so well, keeping some distance between them. some nonchalance, in case things went up in flame again. yet — all it takes is some small acknowledgment from kogami, some tiny impart of affection, and gino's body responds like this. )

I — ah!

( palming his head back down, gino kisses him, sloppy and wet and hungry, body almost shuddering underneath him. at the pull away, he tosses his head back, moaning while his hips swivel and shake, body clenching around his cock to keep him inside, mating him, breeding him. )

I love you.

[ there's nothing to be ashamed about, as far as kogami's concerned. they're compatible, destined to be mated with each other, and as he feels gino shudder and clenching tight around him, kogami groans softly. ]

Let me move inside you.

[ he murmurs against his lips as he kisses him, again and again, warmed by how he says 'i love you' with so much passion, so much heat that it makes him ache. gods, but he is so ultimately beautiful that kogami loves him all the more for it.

whatever comes after, they can sort it out, right? his hand comes to curl around gino's dick, too, as he starts to slowly thrust into him. ]

Mmmngh. Gino...

( he lessens the pull at that, easing his muscles into relaxing, convincing himself that whatever fear might always linger in the back of his mind, kogami isn't going anywhere. he loves him. wants to be with him, no matter how much grief he's put kogami through, no matter how destined they are to always be on opposite sides of a coin, always trying to be right. maybe, for the first time since his dad died, gino actually feels something like hope nestled down in the far reaches of his heart he thought cold and dead. optimism. maybe love can solve more things than he ever gave it credit for.

he leans back, fingernails digging into kogami's shoulders because he's ravenous at the worst times, somehow needier even after being given what he wants. there's a quake to his shoulders once his dick gets tugged at — almost automatically a hand reaches up, grabbing a fistful of kogami's hair at the front and tugging him roughly up, so they can make eye contact. )

You come first.

( maybe this one likes coming around his knot, who's to say? )

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