( one cozy morning sometime after sunrise, ushijima slowly wakes up; looking around, he realizes he stayed over at sizhui's the night before and finds the smallest of smiles pulling up his lips in this quiet moment of intimacy on this wintery morning. the smell of shizui's shampoo wafts up and ushijima finds himself unconsciously tipping his head down to bury his nose into his hair and just breathe him in. his one track mind tells him he should get up, get dressed, go for his usual morning run.
but, he doesn't want to. and this isn't the first time that he's woken up with sizhui tucked against him and he's foregone his morning run in favor of a different sort of exercise.
he thinks today might be one of those mornings. and he can't say he's not in favor of it.
he shifts slightly and reaches toward the nightstand where he left a small twig of mistletoe. he'd wanted to do something silly, he knows, but he'd heard it was romantic, but it had gone forgotten in favor of something else. it can't be helped, sizhui is very distracting in all the best ways. he use the ribbon to tie it to the headboard, more or less. he tries to do it without waking the sleeping beauty in bed with him, and hopefully accomplishes it. because once he's done, he shifts down on the bed so he can press a soft kiss against sizhui's forehead, his cheek, then his lips where he lingers for just a few moments. )
[lucky for ushijima, sizhui's deeply asleep and far too content to let a little shifting jostle him awake while he's nestled with the other man. he stays leaned against ushijima's shoulder, only moving the faintest amount down to his chest when he's stretching up to get the mistletoe in place, but he readjusts simply enough, nuzzling back into his neck for a couple minutes longer. (let's be honest, even if he had awakened, it's not like he'd know what's going anyhow, so!) what ultimately rouses him from sleep is the kiss on his forehead, which earns a soft, contented hum that lilts upward in half-confusion once he realizes. isn't he usually up and getting ready for running? sizhui knows well because he does it every day, of course, but also because he sometimes joins him, so it's different to have ushijima still in bed, warm and solid beside him.
he rubs his mouth against ushijima's shoulder, inhales a slow, measured breath, then sighs it back out before withdrawing to let those lips find his cheek and mouth easier. his left hand lifts, fingertips tracing along the man's chin as he lingers, over his jaw, down his neck toward his collarbone where he hesitates now.]
And good morning to you, too.
[briefly, sizhui turns away, raising his opposite hand to cup around his mouth and muffle a yawn. as he does, however, the flicker of an unfamiliar ribbon tied to his headboard catches his attention, prompting him to twist further so he can get a better look.] Ah...? [following the inquisitive noise, he reaches up from his own face, letting a single digit run across the leaves.] What's this, hm?
( he could get used to this. is getting used to this: waking up with sizhui. it's nice, he thinks to himself. much quieter here than back at home. he shouldn't overstay his welcome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to stay here more and more. seeing sizhui wake up in the morning makes something warm settle in his chest, in his stomach, maybe somewhere else but that part isn't the point.
ushijima follows sizhui's gaze up to the plant waiting there patiently and makes a noise of acknowledgment. he lifts his hand and traces just the tips of his fingers along the underside of sizhui's arm for a moment before falling away and draping that arm over sizhui's body instead. idly his thumb rubs over his hip over the blanket as his gaze shifts back to sizhui. )
Mistletoe.
( a man of many words. he'll continue, in a moment, right after he shifts a little more and dips his hand back beneath the covers so he can get it on sizhui and gently drag his fingers up and down his back. )
It's a holiday tradition where if you meet someone beneath it, ( he leans in and presses another soft kiss against sizhui's lips. ) you kiss.
[the funny thing is, no matter how long ushijima wanted to stay, sizhui wouldn't ever tell him ‘no’. he's enjoying the company just as much and honestly wishes for more of it than what they've already had, which perhaps makes him selfish... but does he care? not really, no, he's far too smitten with ushijima while still groggy and waking up.
to be fair, it's the mistletoe that has his attention at the moment, his finger moving up those leaves to drift over a berry or two. ushijima's fingertips ghosting along his arm immediately has sizhui averting his gaze to him, the softest breath passing his lips in a slow, steady manner as goosebumps prickle his skin, even way before he lowers the arm and rests it over him. without second-guessing, sizhui's own arm lowers, hooks around ushijima's shoulders then somehow tugs him closer, regardless of them already being practically chest-to-chest. if he were feeling extra possessive, maybe he'd hook a leg around the other man too, but he'll try his absolute hardest to not be that clingy (yet).
so, so many words, although sizhui doesn't mind waiting, especially if it means getting to feel his fingers trail up and down his back. he hums again, eyelashes fluttering, the hand lowering to ushijima's cheek which holds him in place when he leans to kiss him a second time.]
While I've never heard of such a thing, this seems like a tradition I could get used to.
[he huffs an airy little laugh, nuzzles their noses together then captures his lips in a third kiss, this one slightly firmer, lingering longer than necessary.]
( if they're talking about being smitten, ushijima most certainly is with sizhui. even though they've been like this for months, this still feels like something completely brand new, something exciting. he enjoys this feeling more than he ever imagined he would. he has sizhui to thank for bringing this new experience into his life.
he'd always heard of skinship before winding up here, but it never meant much to him. sure, he did things with his friends — everyone on his teams have been very touchy-feely, and he's never really minded that kind of thing. but this... this is on a whole different level and he finds he really, really, really enjoys when they're pressed this close to one another. them settling against one another, fitting together like they were made to do so.
like this kiss, for example. any kiss that lingers with sizhui is never longer than necessary. they're all necessary. ushijima presses more into it, making it even longer. maybe being nice enough to let them both have a break for a quick sip of air. he even takes it a little bit further by nudging sizhui over and following him. maybe sizhui doesn't want to be pushy and show any signs of being clingy, but, well. ushijima doesn't really mind all that and wants to cling to him as much as he's allowed. a hand smoothes down sizhui's side, his hip, down the back of his thigh and coaxes his leg to wrap around his hip. if they can be even closer, he's all for it. )
[that's one of the best parts about being with ushijima; everything's still exciting and new-feeling, it's almost like they've just started their relationship fresh all over again. alongside this, there are also moments where he finds peace by simply being in ushijima's presence, which sizhui thinks is a good balance. he'd almost forgotten how it felt to get butterflies in his stomach and feel his pulse race every time he saw the other man, then it goes and happens during even their quietest moments.
such as now, with them lying together, savoring each other's body-heat and the skin-contact. (offhandedly, he wonders if ushijima can hear his heartbeat fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird—) but he's relishing the attention too much to actually care, the soft drag of his fingers over ushijima's shoulder, how it feels to stroke the pad of his thumb across his cheek then down, halfway over his jaw.
what could honestly be better than this?
. . . well, the kiss becoming deeper sure counts! he squeaks a quiet noise, face blushing, mouth faintly opened so his tongue is able to dart across ushijima's lips like he's silently coaxing him. when they part for air, sizhui gulps greedily, gathering as much as possible before they come back together. the nudging, however, gets his full attention; it has him shifting, eyes widening and his brows arching with consideration as ushijima moves along his torso until he reaches his thigh, which he then wastes no time raising to put over his hip. goodness, if he wasn't already red from before, he certainly is now, but sizhui's arm tightens around ushijima's shoulders, that leg worms its way a bit higher, and the opposite one carefully moves in-between ushijima's so he can neatly tuck himself against his companion, head beneath ushijima's chin.]
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but, he doesn't want to. and this isn't the first time that he's woken up with sizhui tucked against him and he's foregone his morning run in favor of a different sort of exercise.
he thinks today might be one of those mornings. and he can't say he's not in favor of it.
he shifts slightly and reaches toward the nightstand where he left a small twig of mistletoe. he'd wanted to do something silly, he knows, but he'd heard it was romantic, but it had gone forgotten in favor of something else. it can't be helped, sizhui is very distracting in all the best ways. he use the ribbon to tie it to the headboard, more or less. he tries to do it without waking the sleeping beauty in bed with him, and hopefully accomplishes it. because once he's done, he shifts down on the bed so he can press a soft kiss against sizhui's forehead, his cheek, then his lips where he lingers for just a few moments. )
Good morning.
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he rubs his mouth against ushijima's shoulder, inhales a slow, measured breath, then sighs it back out before withdrawing to let those lips find his cheek and mouth easier. his left hand lifts, fingertips tracing along the man's chin as he lingers, over his jaw, down his neck toward his collarbone where he hesitates now.]
And good morning to you, too.
[briefly, sizhui turns away, raising his opposite hand to cup around his mouth and muffle a yawn. as he does, however, the flicker of an unfamiliar ribbon tied to his headboard catches his attention, prompting him to twist further so he can get a better look.] Ah...? [following the inquisitive noise, he reaches up from his own face, letting a single digit run across the leaves.] What's this, hm?
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ushijima follows sizhui's gaze up to the plant waiting there patiently and makes a noise of acknowledgment. he lifts his hand and traces just the tips of his fingers along the underside of sizhui's arm for a moment before falling away and draping that arm over sizhui's body instead. idly his thumb rubs over his hip over the blanket as his gaze shifts back to sizhui. )
Mistletoe.
( a man of many words. he'll continue, in a moment, right after he shifts a little more and dips his hand back beneath the covers so he can get it on sizhui and gently drag his fingers up and down his back. )
It's a holiday tradition where if you meet someone beneath it, ( he leans in and presses another soft kiss against sizhui's lips. ) you kiss.
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to be fair, it's the mistletoe that has his attention at the moment, his finger moving up those leaves to drift over a berry or two. ushijima's fingertips ghosting along his arm immediately has sizhui averting his gaze to him, the softest breath passing his lips in a slow, steady manner as goosebumps prickle his skin, even way before he lowers the arm and rests it over him. without second-guessing, sizhui's own arm lowers, hooks around ushijima's shoulders then somehow tugs him closer, regardless of them already being practically chest-to-chest. if he were feeling extra possessive, maybe he'd hook a leg around the other man too, but he'll try his absolute hardest to not be that clingy (yet).
so, so many words, although sizhui doesn't mind waiting, especially if it means getting to feel his fingers trail up and down his back. he hums again, eyelashes fluttering, the hand lowering to ushijima's cheek which holds him in place when he leans to kiss him a second time.]
While I've never heard of such a thing, this seems like a tradition I could get used to.
[he huffs an airy little laugh, nuzzles their noses together then captures his lips in a third kiss, this one slightly firmer, lingering longer than necessary.]
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he'd always heard of skinship before winding up here, but it never meant much to him. sure, he did things with his friends — everyone on his teams have been very touchy-feely, and he's never really minded that kind of thing. but this... this is on a whole different level and he finds he really, really, really enjoys when they're pressed this close to one another. them settling against one another, fitting together like they were made to do so.
like this kiss, for example. any kiss that lingers with sizhui is never longer than necessary. they're all necessary. ushijima presses more into it, making it even longer. maybe being nice enough to let them both have a break for a quick sip of air. he even takes it a little bit further by nudging sizhui over and following him. maybe sizhui doesn't want to be pushy and show any signs of being clingy, but, well. ushijima doesn't really mind all that and wants to cling to him as much as he's allowed. a hand smoothes down sizhui's side, his hip, down the back of his thigh and coaxes his leg to wrap around his hip. if they can be even closer, he's all for it. )
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such as now, with them lying together, savoring each other's body-heat and the skin-contact. (offhandedly, he wonders if ushijima can hear his heartbeat fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird—) but he's relishing the attention too much to actually care, the soft drag of his fingers over ushijima's shoulder, how it feels to stroke the pad of his thumb across his cheek then down, halfway over his jaw.
what could honestly be better than this?
. . . well, the kiss becoming deeper sure counts! he squeaks a quiet noise, face blushing, mouth faintly opened so his tongue is able to dart across ushijima's lips like he's silently coaxing him. when they part for air, sizhui gulps greedily, gathering as much as possible before they come back together. the nudging, however, gets his full attention; it has him shifting, eyes widening and his brows arching with consideration as ushijima moves along his torso until he reaches his thigh, which he then wastes no time raising to put over his hip. goodness, if he wasn't already red from before, he certainly is now, but sizhui's arm tightens around ushijima's shoulders, that leg worms its way a bit higher, and the opposite one carefully moves in-between ushijima's so he can neatly tuck himself against his companion, head beneath ushijima's chin.]