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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.]
[The response to Fudou's question is almost immediate, his fingers clutching to that track jacket.]
After everything you did? You're driving.
[A bit demanding, but Fudou had instigated so much since he'd walked into that office, and now even if Sakuma wanted to drive them home, he wouldn't nearly be as alert and attentive as he wanted to be. Something about a certain someone's hands sliding up his back, promises of what's going to come later that night...
There's a hard swallow, his hand curling into a fist and gently pounding where it lay.]
And if you tease me and go under the speed limit again I will attack you from the passenger seat.
[His warning tone, the growl, and the fist pounding him -- Fudou can only let out a laugh, a short bark, still soft, as he tightens his grip around Sakuma and slides him carefully off the desk, back onto his feet, before straightening up.]
I wouldn't want to have that. I'll make sure to get us home quickly and make the most of our weekend.
[He pulls away after that, quickly, with the ease of someone who's done this countless of times before, picks up Sakuma's belongings from around the office and gets them ready to leave.]
[Sakuma wishes his feet were a little more confident in standing than they were, as the moment Fudou pulls him off the desk and back up he can feel them wanting immediately to be propped up once more. Maybe it was all the teasing Fudou had done, from the kiss to the whispers, but his body had already checked out as far as he was concerned.
But if there's one thing Sakuma's good at, it's pressing on despite that, making his way over to shut down his laptop and tuck it under his arm. Fudou would insist on carrying everything else, he knew.]
Ready when you are.
[His smile's back, tossing those mismatched silver bangs out of his eyes.]
Shame, we probably missed the sunset by now.
[One of the few times he get to see the sun during his day.]
[It really is dreary in this fortress of a school with its lack of windows and hall after hall of hardly even a door. Fudou has it easier; he can go in and out of the building as he pleases and does do that for the numerous errands he runs, but Sakuma is cooped up here for a majority of the day.
With only a second to pause, Fudou takes that laptop, too -- better not have him drop it in his surprise -- and grasps Sakuma's freed up hand after propping the door open with his foot and turning the lock so it'll be sealed once it closes behind them.]
If we make a dash for it, you might catch it still. Come on.
[It's one of the less appealing parts of Teikoku. He can only imagine what a window would give for a view--but then again, it wasn't practical in what was essentially a military fortress. He got to see the sun rising when he walked in at least. And...like now, if he hurried, he could see it setting.
It was reinvigorating, some days.
--but he doesn't have time to reminisce, as Fudou's already taken that laptop out of his hands and tucked it under his arm, reaching to take his hand and pull him out down the hall.]
F-Fudou!!
It's fine! I see it all the time....
[He can't help but laugh, though, pulled through the hallways not unlike when they were kids...when Fudou used to try and talk him into playing hooky...
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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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After everything you did? You're driving.
[A bit demanding, but Fudou had instigated so much since he'd walked into that office, and now even if Sakuma wanted to drive them home, he wouldn't nearly be as alert and attentive as he wanted to be. Something about a certain someone's hands sliding up his back, promises of what's going to come later that night...
There's a hard swallow, his hand curling into a fist and gently pounding where it lay.]
And if you tease me and go under the speed limit again I will attack you from the passenger seat.
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I wouldn't want to have that. I'll make sure to get us home quickly and make the most of our weekend.
[He pulls away after that, quickly, with the ease of someone who's done this countless of times before, picks up Sakuma's belongings from around the office and gets them ready to leave.]
Let's get going then.
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But if there's one thing Sakuma's good at, it's pressing on despite that, making his way over to shut down his laptop and tuck it under his arm. Fudou would insist on carrying everything else, he knew.]
Ready when you are.
[His smile's back, tossing those mismatched silver bangs out of his eyes.]
Shame, we probably missed the sunset by now.
[One of the few times he get to see the sun during his day.]
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[It really is dreary in this fortress of a school with its lack of windows and hall after hall of hardly even a door. Fudou has it easier; he can go in and out of the building as he pleases and does do that for the numerous errands he runs, but Sakuma is cooped up here for a majority of the day.
With only a second to pause, Fudou takes that laptop, too -- better not have him drop it in his surprise -- and grasps Sakuma's freed up hand after propping the door open with his foot and turning the lock so it'll be sealed once it closes behind them.]
If we make a dash for it, you might catch it still. Come on.
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It was reinvigorating, some days.
--but he doesn't have time to reminisce, as Fudou's already taken that laptop out of his hands and tucked it under his arm, reaching to take his hand and pull him out down the hall.]
F-Fudou!!
It's fine! I see it all the time....
[He can't help but laugh, though, pulled through the hallways not unlike when they were kids...when Fudou used to try and talk him into playing hooky...
It's a little too coincidental, he thinks.]