// happy (early) halloween !! >w^

pt2 up tomorrow. hope u guys like pwp bc i’ve been on a roll lately

thank u for reading!! hope u enjoyed!!

let up.

Osamu presses a kiss to the nape of Rintarou’s neck. “Now, give me five minutes for real and let’s get out of here.”

his ass out all evening.”

“Oh my god, you’re right,” Rintarou whines. “Should’ve asked you to come in with just your apron on.”

Osamu starts tickling Rintarou ruthlessly, who can only gasp and snort in between peels of laughter.

“I yield! ‘Samu, mercy!” Rintarou chokes out when Osamu starts to

we can wait five more minutes.”

The smile Rintarou shoots him is downright vicious. “You know, it’s kinda cute how worked up you get from just a little grinding action.”

Osamu squeezes at his sides meanly. “Ya clearly didn’t hafta deal with yer devastatingly handsome boyfriend walkin’ around with

“Aw. You wanna fool around with me?” Rintarou says, his smile morphing into something much more gentle and warm.

Osamu just hums in the affirmative, pushing some stray hairs away from Rintarou’s forehead.

Rintarou’s eyes crinkle in adoration. “Take me home then, Osamu.”

“Yeah, about that. Maybe

ferocious. “What should we try this year? The toilets are a bit cliché but I don’t think we should risk the hallways since there’ll be press around.”

Osamu pinches Rintarou’s thigh harshly. “Or maybe we could think about what we can do tonight, like gettin’ a cab now and fool around at home.”

spread his legs a little more. “Wanna give them a show?”

“Ew, no. My teammates are here, Osamu,” Rintarou says, putting on his best fake affronted face.

“Not what ya said when ya were givin’ me a footjob at that JVA banquet last year.”

“That was really fun,” Rintarou says, smile bordering on

middle of a crowded room and he’s getting a bit too handsy for public decency.

“Rin,” Osamu warns when Rintarou’s hand brushes against his nipple in a very deliberate way amidst peppering kisses all over his neck. He digs his fingers in the meat of Rintarou’s thigh and pushes lightly to get him to

waking moment spent not in Rintarou’s direct vicinity leaves a gaping hole in his chest. The memories of a sharp tongue, sharper eyes, playful wit and lazy smiles haunt his every thought until he gets to have the real thing in front of him.

Which he does right now, except he’s on top of him in the

was the one who chose to seat himself squarely on Osamu’s dick.

“Missed you,” Rintarou whispers against his ear, like it’s a secret. Osamu almost chokes on it, the tender way he says it, the intimate words spoken for his ears only.

“Missed ya too,” Osamu whispers back, because he does. Every