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( 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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