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[Sakuma sitting doesn't do much for him, but him leaning over? With a low hum and quick steps Fudou closes the distance between them, reaching over to sweep long, silky hair away from his neck and pressing slightly chapped lips, cool from the smoothie he was just sipping, against the skin over his pulse.
It's a light kiss, but not a short one -- he slides his lips over his throat down to the edge of his collar, the edges of his teeth just barely catching on that soft, sensitive skin. It's there that he murmurs his answer.]
[A soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes his lips when he feels Fudou's brush against his skin, feeling the rough texture of his lips, chapped from lack of personal care and being out in the sun glide across it. His hand goes rigid, momentarily forgetting what he'd been doing while Fudou moves along his neckline, towards his throat and right where the collar of his shirt started.
He hated when Fudou did this, and yet he loved every minute of it as well. He hated how quickly it got him to unravel, practically putty in Fudou's arms from the moment those lips touched. But he loved that it was Fudou doing it, and the way it tied knots in his stomach and turned it upside down. There's only so much biting his lip can do before a soft moan escapes, neck instinctively arching to allow Fudou more room to work with.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't keep up the conversation.]
If...If your work with Resistan--Fudou!--Japan is anything to go by...
[A hand reaches up to try and pull that face away, although its about as effective as a limp noodle doing the job.]
[Yeah, that hand's absolutely useless. In fact, it just gets captured, as Fudou sets down his drink to free his second hand, reaching that one up to wrap around Sakuma's more slender fingers and hold them in place. The first hand, the one that swept his hair away, slides downwards, hiking up the hem of Sakuma's blazer and vest, fingers dipping just under the waistband of his pants to tug up the shirt, pulling out just a small part. It's enough for him to slip his fingers in, calloused fingertips finding the warm skin of Sakuma's lower back and rubbing small circles.
All the while his mouth is still on the man's throat, this time trailing up until he's nuzzling into his hairline and breathing on the lobe of his ear.]
If you think my soccer will help Teikoku get stronger, then I'll work for you.
[Sakuma may as well have surrendered there. His hand, which had been an attempt to pull him away, now only served to keep that head right where it's at, fingers threading through that fluffy hair that had no right to be as soft as it was. A calloused hand ghosts over it, securing their position as the opposite hand inches itself underneath his vest, untucking his shirt from that angle to slide under and get to that bare skin. He loved those rough, worn fingertips against his skin, soft only from lack of being on the field. His muscles, tense from stress and lack of proper care, melt into that touch, body betraying the soft murmurs that escape from his lips.
His head turns only slightly to try and meet his, looking out of his one visible eye to see Fudou in his peripheral. Warm breath is exchanged, feeling it against his cheek as he whispers back.]
You see things no one else can on that field. If anyone can give Teikoku an edge...it'd be you.
[Sakuma turns into putty under the touch, and Fudou smiles in satisfaction. There was constant worry about this man's heath, of course, but there was so much gratification he gained from watching how much his touch affected him. It makes his touches more confident, slipping deeper under Sakuma's shirt and pulling out more of it until his palm is pressed against him, warm and secure.
Sakuma's soft sass is met by a gentle nip of teeth against the tender lobe of his ear.]
[Fudou always knew just how to touch him in a way that would make him lose any and all fight he had. The calloused hand against his back was rough, but warm, and those teeth grazing along his earlobe cause his breath to hitch noticeably. How he always got away with it was still unknown...not even Sakuma can prepare himself enough to not fall victim to the man's charm.
But then again, it's not like it's something Sakuma would actively try to fight against, either, judging from how he tilts his head towards that touch, rather than away.]
Does now count...?
[Teeth bite his lip again, stifling a little ticklish laugh as his body shifts more into the man behind him.
Nobody needs you right now, your hours're about to end, and you're not on patrol duty tonight.
[The hand invades Sakuma's clothes even more, only leaving it awkwardly half-tucked in anymore. Fingertips find the line of Sakuma's spine, nails grazing gently over the warm skin there. Tongue follows teeth, tracing along the shell of Sakuma's ear before he kisses his temple.]
[Contrary to popular belief among the Soccer Association, Sakuma Jirou was in fact a human who did possess a limit to his own self-control. And Fudou was often the only one who could not only reach it, but surpass it. It's not long before Sakuma's will caves, body turning to half-face the man who was holding him, kissing him...pampering him.
Those hands along is spine make him shiver enough to shudder his breath, Fudou's tongue causing a slight hiccup in his breath. He hatedhow good Fudou was at this, sometimes...his fingers stroking through that hair while the other hand reaches to pull his head down a little further than his temple and towards his lips. If Fudou wanted to kiss him so bad, they'd do it right.
He just hopes his door's locked.]
And you always win with that argument too.
[He smiles against his lips, warm air shared between them as he drops his voice down to a whisper. Honestly, anyone who knew the man could call his bluff, know that he secretly enjoys every moment Fudou's hands slipped up his shirt or every time those teeth grazed along his skin.]
[Even Fudou doesn't remember if the door is locked, although he knows for a fact that he's the only one who would dare enter Sakuma Jirou's office without appointment or at least a knock. They'd know if anyone arrived. For now, he returns that smile as Sakuma pulls him down into a kiss, blue eyes glinting mischievously.]
Well, I play to win. You know that.
[And the first, sweeter kiss is followed by another one, this time deeper and longer-lasting.]
[Any worries about that door fly out of Sakuma's mind the moment lips brush against his, lips curling up mischievously into a smile as he lets himself fall completely victim to the man holding him. His head tilts, letting Fudou have as much or as little of him as he'd like as arms wrap around his neck and tangle up in that messy mane.
Fudou had won once again, and Sakuma found himself caring less and less about that by the second.
He's breathless by the time Fudou pulls him in once more, this time with a longer kiss, and one Sakuma could have sunk into and never come out of. He's beyond words now, only giving a hum of approval as his teeth gently nip at Fudou's bottom lip and tasting the sweetness of that smoothie.]
[Fudou is, usually, the one that's more in control. Control over the situation, control over himself -- as Sakuma lets himself get lost in the sensation and the moment, Fudou keeps one ear open for any sounds outside, one eye on the man in front of him to watch his responses. When he answers that hum and the teeth on his lip with a low growl of his own, it's because he opts not to use words, rather than being at a loss for them. He slips his tongue into Sakuma's mouth to deepen the kiss, enjoying the tangy sweetness left behind by the smoothie, and the hand that isn't up his shirt finds the back of Sakuma's head and buries its fingers into the long blue hair.
Sakuma, in his arms, opening up completely to his affections. He couldn't clearly recall when it was that he first entertained the possibility that this might happen, but he knew that he held on to that feeling for a long, long time. To think it had really come true...]
Jirou.
[The name is spoken quietly, Fudou's voice low and breathless as he pulls away from those lips and brings his own back down on Sakuma's neck, sucking open-mouthed on the skin there. It might leave a mark. But it's the weekend. Who really cares?
He steps in, wedging a leg between the other man's thighs, and with the hand on his back he pulls him closer, bringing their bodies together. A grind of that leg. A nip of teeth.]
[He can't remember when he'd laid his feelings bare for Fudou. It'd been unspoken for so long, staring at each other and knowing every time they did that it was not the right time. They had obligations, jobs, responsibilities. They couldn't really commit to each other without having to give up something more important in the process. But when that time came...when those stars aligned just right, he'd fallen into Fudou's arms without a care in the world, letting lips and tongue say what he couldn't fit into words. Now was no different, finding himself all but putty in the other man's hold. That tongue slips in, and he can feel his stomach do a somersault on itself, as if he were still a boy in high school with a budding crush...
It didn't matter when it happened, though, just that their patience paid off, and that they could happily give this to each other (albeit...Sakuma's office was probably not the safest place, but Fudou had always been the lookout for that). His head tilts, giving Fudou as much freedom as he wants to explore his mouth while playfully wrestling his own tongue with his. Their lips only parted when breath was needed, and that pause was just enough to hear Fudou call him by his first name.
How he made that sound so attractive was beyond him...
Before he can even retaliate, Fudou's lips trail up his neck and suckle on a patch of open skin, knowing full well that the man was leaving his mark. He didn't care, honestly--he loved the idea that Fudou was telling the world what was his.
And besides, it WAS the weekend.]
Akio...
[That last syllable strained as he's repositioned, feeling that leg and feeling those teeth nip at his skin. He's powerless against this man every time he did this...and he loved every bit of it.]
[Cool and collected, unflappable and immovable. Logical. Cold. There were plenty of descriptors he'd heard applied to Sakuma Jirou of Teikoku Academy by those who only knew the title and nothing about the man himself.
They weren't entirely wrong. Fudou has seen that eye, cold like a mirror that reflected those he spoke to but allowed no glimpses into the frozen heart underneath. He's heard that voice snap and sneer, defensive against those who might hurt him. There was a time when Sakuma went to great lengths to ensure that that was how the world saw him, and put effort into trying to become that sort of man. But that was before.]
Do you need to do anything before going home today?
[The words are murmured directly into Sakuma's ear, voice low and soft as he continues to cradle the man in his arms.]
[Back then, Sakuma preferred it that way. The thorns around his heart kept anything that might hurt him at bay, and he could preserve what little was left of his cheerful, upbeat self. Lock it away and hold it dear, never to show it to anyone who could wither it further. Fudou originally had been one of those, a man who left the moment he could and without any real goodbye save for a text and a disconnected line. He'd hated admitting it's what made him grow as bitter as he was, Kidou's overseas trip and constant absences at Teikoku only adding punctures to his already wounded heart.
He longed to feel that same connection he had with Kidou and Fudou again. The idea of Koutei Penguin 3 seemed like the most fond of memories...
He valued their friendship, but he also wanted love. And in the end, Fudou had come back and given that to him. His heart melted, the thorns were pulled out, and now...now he was just putty in the man's arms, biting his lip to keep the smile from giving himself too much away.]
No...I think I've gotten all my errands done thanks to you.
[Which, in hindsight, was probably all planned by Fudou as well.
Another thing that drove him crazy about this man.]
[Fudou was under no illusion that he didn't play a role in putting Sakuma in the state he was in when they first reunited. In fact, there's still a part of him that placed the blame entirely on himself. He'd done it. He hurt Sakuma. He was the one who left him there.
With one arm around his waist securing him so he doesn't slip off, Fudou lowers his head to Sakuma's shoulder and kisses him there, over his clothes, the gesture infinitely more chaste than the wanting, lustful kisses from just moments before.
Sakuma Jirou smiles again, now. His body lacked most of the tension it had before. He was willing to go home, at ease as he did, and had forgiven him and allowed him back into his life. There was no other option for Fudou than to be by him and do whatever he could for him, for all the hardship he'd been through in the past.]
Let's go home, then, [he murmurs against that shoulder, slipping his hand out from under Sakuma's shirt and tucking the fabric back in (though not as neatly as it was earlier).] I'll make dinner, and have you for dessert.
[It would have been so easy to blame Fudou, too. He was the one who had left, had cut contact. And when he came back, dared to show his face to him saying he was 'done' with the pro leagues, as if he'd gotten bored with it. But Fudou had a reason behind it all, and it was one Sakuma couldn't turn a blind eye to no matter what. It'd shown him the side of Fudou he'd wished he could've seen more of in middle school, and the Fudou he'd cast a curious eye to in high school.
Not that it matters now. Fudou had his arm snaked around his middle, planting kisses through the cloth of his shirt, right where the vest met the neckline. And he was more than willing to let him give as much or as little attention as he pleased. It didn't matter to him--he was the one being held like this. He'd take anything he was given.
Fudou's words bring a fresh blush to his cheeks, eyes snapping open as he quickly turns around to the man, palms slapping harmlessly, but aggressively at his chest.]
Fudou Akio!
[Both flustered and painfully turned on that Fudou would compare him to dessert.]
You react like you've never heard me say worse to you.
[Fudou is immovable and unflappable. Sakuma's useless protest isn't even swatted off, the man holding him letting the hands bounce ineffectively off his chest as Fudou's own arms now hand loosely around Sakuma's waist. He only waits a few seconds before he leans back in for a full kiss on the mouth, allowing himself another taste of that "dessert" he just teased about and pulling away with a swipe of his tongue over his partner's lip.]
[The kiss is quick to shut him up, leaning into it as if it were a tall drink of water and melting into that hold Fudou still kept on him. A small tease of lips and tongue, and every bit as addicting as when he'd first experienced it.
Dessert seemed so far away...
The kiss ends, and Sakuma's eye opens lazily to stare at the man, soaking in everything that he could now call 'his'. It's breathtaking, so instead of a response through words, he just nods his head.
[Sakuma's shift is almost over, but the moment they'll finally be home and alone with all their responsibilities -- the commute home, dinner, any final cleaning up of things they may have left in the morning -- out of the way is still a few hours to come. They would have to be patient until then as two adults with a lot of responsibilities, but Fudou thinks that the reward will be sweeter for it.
For now, he gives Sakuma a warm, warm smile and tugs him closer in his arms, pulling him flush against his chest and resting a cheek on the top of his head in a warm, full embrace.]
[In some ways, this was his favourite part of attaching himself to Fudou. The man had many things about him that Sakuma would say were irresistable, but this one was by far his favourite. Strong arms wrapping themselves around him, feeling his face pressed against Fudou's chest and shoulders and soaking in the warmth and smell of the man's shampoo drifting from his hair. It was comforting and safe, and the Sakuma who had slapped at his chest just moments before was now melting into it, trying his best to hide that smile.]
You always do this...
[A soft sigh lets out, but not one of irritation.]
[With his arms still around him, he raises a hand to rub his back, warm palm flat over his shirt as the other arm stays secure around his waist. A few rubs and he tightens his embrace again.]
[Guilty as charged. Sakuma's smile gives him away, lips pursed against the fabric of the man's jacket.
Fudou's competence as a coach was not even a question. He'd proven himself during FFIV2, so there was no doubt he'd get the position if he wanted, with or without Sakuma's approval. But hearing that it's to help lighten his load--that it was so he could focus on the school and Kidou Corp...
Dammit, he falls head over heels every time.
Sakuma's back arches into that touch, eye lazily cast up to meet the shapr navy blue ones of his...boyfriend. A word that still seemed so new to his lips, but one he doesn't mind practicing saying. It sounded right, after all.]
I'll draw up your schedule and salary, then. And put together your benefits.
Sounds great. I'll be here to sign the contract whenever you call.
[That's enough said for now, in Fudou's mind, and he dips his head down when Sakuma looks up to press their lips together softly, the gesture warm and loving. Lasting.]
Don't even worry about it. You know I came back for you this time.
[Something about the vocal affirmation that Fudou had come back for him lights a spark in his heart, arming him from his cheeks all the way to his toes. He has no idea how he lasted so long without this kind of touch, the feeling of chapped lips against his own and being held in the arms of a man years ago he would have probably laughed at the mere suggestion.
Denial, he knows it'd have been, but still.
That kiss lingers, leaving him breathless once more before he catches sight of the clock behind him. It's past time to go home, if only by five minutes...but he's never been so relieved that he's officially free.
His eyes close, soaking in that kiss before smiling.]
[He's glad for Sakuma's release, too, in his mind ready to go and get them home where they can kick off their shoes and fall into bed or onto the couch. Eat dinner. Take a bath. And everything they end up doing, they'll have each other for company.
He is a little reluctant to let him go, though, so he leans his chin on Sakuma's shoulder, closing his eyes.]
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It's a light kiss, but not a short one -- he slides his lips over his throat down to the edge of his collar, the edges of his teeth just barely catching on that soft, sensitive skin. It's there that he murmurs his answer.]
You really think I'm a good match for it?
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He hated when Fudou did this, and yet he loved every minute of it as well. He hated how quickly it got him to unravel, practically putty in Fudou's arms from the moment those lips touched. But he loved that it was Fudou doing it, and the way it tied knots in his stomach and turned it upside down. There's only so much biting his lip can do before a soft moan escapes, neck instinctively arching to allow Fudou more room to work with.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't keep up the conversation.]
If...If your work with Resistan--Fudou!--Japan is anything to go by...
[A hand reaches up to try and pull that face away, although its about as effective as a limp noodle doing the job.]
You're more than qualified.
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All the while his mouth is still on the man's throat, this time trailing up until he's nuzzling into his hairline and breathing on the lobe of his ear.]
If you think my soccer will help Teikoku get stronger, then I'll work for you.
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His head turns only slightly to try and meet his, looking out of his one visible eye to see Fudou in his peripheral. Warm breath is exchanged, feeling it against his cheek as he whispers back.]
You see things no one else can on that field. If anyone can give Teikoku an edge...it'd be you.
[But then, just to be an asshole.]
You'd have to behave.
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Sakuma's soft sass is met by a gentle nip of teeth against the tender lobe of his ear.]
I behave plenty when it counts.
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But then again, it's not like it's something Sakuma would actively try to fight against, either, judging from how he tilts his head towards that touch, rather than away.]
Does now count...?
[Teeth bite his lip again, stifling a little ticklish laugh as his body shifts more into the man behind him.
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[The hand invades Sakuma's clothes even more, only leaving it awkwardly half-tucked in anymore. Fingertips find the line of Sakuma's spine, nails grazing gently over the warm skin there. Tongue follows teeth, tracing along the shell of Sakuma's ear before he kisses his temple.]
So no.
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Those hands along is spine make him shiver enough to shudder his breath, Fudou's tongue causing a slight hiccup in his breath. He hatedhow good Fudou was at this, sometimes...his fingers stroking through that hair while the other hand reaches to pull his head down a little further than his temple and towards his lips. If Fudou wanted to kiss him so bad, they'd do it right.
He just hopes his door's locked.]
And you always win with that argument too.
[He smiles against his lips, warm air shared between them as he drops his voice down to a whisper. Honestly, anyone who knew the man could call his bluff, know that he secretly enjoys every moment Fudou's hands slipped up his shirt or every time those teeth grazed along his skin.]
It's infuriating...
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Well, I play to win. You know that.
[And the first, sweeter kiss is followed by another one, this time deeper and longer-lasting.]
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Fudou had won once again, and Sakuma found himself caring less and less about that by the second.
He's breathless by the time Fudou pulls him in once more, this time with a longer kiss, and one Sakuma could have sunk into and never come out of. He's beyond words now, only giving a hum of approval as his teeth gently nip at Fudou's bottom lip and tasting the sweetness of that smoothie.]
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Sakuma, in his arms, opening up completely to his affections. He couldn't clearly recall when it was that he first entertained the possibility that this might happen, but he knew that he held on to that feeling for a long, long time. To think it had really come true...]
Jirou.
[The name is spoken quietly, Fudou's voice low and breathless as he pulls away from those lips and brings his own back down on Sakuma's neck, sucking open-mouthed on the skin there. It might leave a mark. But it's the weekend. Who really cares?
He steps in, wedging a leg between the other man's thighs, and with the hand on his back he pulls him closer, bringing their bodies together. A grind of that leg. A nip of teeth.]
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It didn't matter when it happened, though, just that their patience paid off, and that they could happily give this to each other (albeit...Sakuma's office was probably not the safest place, but Fudou had always been the lookout for that). His head tilts, giving Fudou as much freedom as he wants to explore his mouth while playfully wrestling his own tongue with his. Their lips only parted when breath was needed, and that pause was just enough to hear Fudou call him by his first name.
How he made that sound so attractive was beyond him...
Before he can even retaliate, Fudou's lips trail up his neck and suckle on a patch of open skin, knowing full well that the man was leaving his mark. He didn't care, honestly--he loved the idea that Fudou was telling the world what was his.
And besides, it WAS the weekend.]
Akio...
[That last syllable strained as he's repositioned, feeling that leg and feeling those teeth nip at his skin. He's powerless against this man every time he did this...and he loved every bit of it.]
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They weren't entirely wrong. Fudou has seen that eye, cold like a mirror that reflected those he spoke to but allowed no glimpses into the frozen heart underneath. He's heard that voice snap and sneer, defensive against those who might hurt him. There was a time when Sakuma went to great lengths to ensure that that was how the world saw him, and put effort into trying to become that sort of man. But that was before.]
Do you need to do anything before going home today?
[The words are murmured directly into Sakuma's ear, voice low and soft as he continues to cradle the man in his arms.]
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He longed to feel that same connection he had with Kidou and Fudou again. The idea of Koutei Penguin 3 seemed like the most fond of memories...
He valued their friendship, but he also wanted love. And in the end, Fudou had come back and given that to him. His heart melted, the thorns were pulled out, and now...now he was just putty in the man's arms, biting his lip to keep the smile from giving himself too much away.]
No...I think I've gotten all my errands done thanks to you.
[Which, in hindsight, was probably all planned by Fudou as well.
Another thing that drove him crazy about this man.]
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With one arm around his waist securing him so he doesn't slip off, Fudou lowers his head to Sakuma's shoulder and kisses him there, over his clothes, the gesture infinitely more chaste than the wanting, lustful kisses from just moments before.
Sakuma Jirou smiles again, now. His body lacked most of the tension it had before. He was willing to go home, at ease as he did, and had forgiven him and allowed him back into his life. There was no other option for Fudou than to be by him and do whatever he could for him, for all the hardship he'd been through in the past.]
Let's go home, then, [he murmurs against that shoulder, slipping his hand out from under Sakuma's shirt and tucking the fabric back in (though not as neatly as it was earlier).] I'll make dinner, and have you for dessert.
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Not that it matters now. Fudou had his arm snaked around his middle, planting kisses through the cloth of his shirt, right where the vest met the neckline. And he was more than willing to let him give as much or as little attention as he pleased. It didn't matter to him--he was the one being held like this. He'd take anything he was given.
Fudou's words bring a fresh blush to his cheeks, eyes snapping open as he quickly turns around to the man, palms slapping harmlessly, but aggressively at his chest.]
Fudou Akio!
[Both flustered and painfully turned on that Fudou would compare him to dessert.]
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[Fudou is immovable and unflappable. Sakuma's useless protest isn't even swatted off, the man holding him letting the hands bounce ineffectively off his chest as Fudou's own arms now hand loosely around Sakuma's waist. He only waits a few seconds before he leans back in for a full kiss on the mouth, allowing himself another taste of that "dessert" he just teased about and pulling away with a swipe of his tongue over his partner's lip.]
Think you can wait that long?
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Dessert seemed so far away...
The kiss ends, and Sakuma's eye opens lazily to stare at the man, soaking in everything that he could now call 'his'. It's breathtaking, so instead of a response through words, he just nods his head.
It'd kill him, but he'd wait.]
Work's almost done anyway...
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[Sakuma's shift is almost over, but the moment they'll finally be home and alone with all their responsibilities -- the commute home, dinner, any final cleaning up of things they may have left in the morning -- out of the way is still a few hours to come. They would have to be patient until then as two adults with a lot of responsibilities, but Fudou thinks that the reward will be sweeter for it.
For now, he gives Sakuma a warm, warm smile and tugs him closer in his arms, pulling him flush against his chest and resting a cheek on the top of his head in a warm, full embrace.]
Good man.
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You always do this...
[A soft sigh lets out, but not one of irritation.]
Win, I mean.
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[With his arms still around him, he raises a hand to rub his back, warm palm flat over his shirt as the other arm stays secure around his waist. A few rubs and he tightens his embrace again.]
I'll take it. Anything to lessen your load.
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Fudou's competence as a coach was not even a question. He'd proven himself during FFIV2, so there was no doubt he'd get the position if he wanted, with or without Sakuma's approval. But hearing that it's to help lighten his load--that it was so he could focus on the school and Kidou Corp...
Dammit, he falls head over heels every time.
Sakuma's back arches into that touch, eye lazily cast up to meet the shapr navy blue ones of his...boyfriend. A word that still seemed so new to his lips, but one he doesn't mind practicing saying. It sounded right, after all.]
I'll draw up your schedule and salary, then. And put together your benefits.
...Thank you.
[He truly means it.]
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[That's enough said for now, in Fudou's mind, and he dips his head down when Sakuma looks up to press their lips together softly, the gesture warm and loving. Lasting.]
Don't even worry about it. You know I came back for you this time.
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Denial, he knows it'd have been, but still.
That kiss lingers, leaving him breathless once more before he catches sight of the clock behind him. It's past time to go home, if only by five minutes...but he's never been so relieved that he's officially free.
His eyes close, soaking in that kiss before smiling.]
It's time to head home.
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[He's glad for Sakuma's release, too, in his mind ready to go and get them home where they can kick off their shoes and fall into bed or onto the couch. Eat dinner. Take a bath. And everything they end up doing, they'll have each other for company.
He is a little reluctant to let him go, though, so he leans his chin on Sakuma's shoulder, closing his eyes.]
Do you want me to drive?
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