And he remembers context, sure, but he also remembers telling Chuuya -
.... well, relationships like that are supposed to be hard to break, right? Or something.
Funny - I don't think he even knew that I was thinking about you.
It's what gets Baren to pause. He claims a kiss to fill up some of the space before he speaks.]
... I still don't know if I believe in love.
[Even if you're getting me to consider it. Even though I don't think that sort of thing is meant for someone like me.
Because love is something that's not guaranteed, anymore. Nothing's guaranteed, as far as Baren's concerned. Not the love of your family, so why would it make any sense for someone not related to you by blood to love you? To love him, especially?
But he shakes his head because he doesn't want to dwell, but still wants to explain.]
... but I believe in time. And persistence. And - if things go right for once - that some people belong together.
[And can be happy together.
Is it okay if I want to belong with you, if you won't get tired of me?]
[he reads those thoughts, but before he says anything-- chuuya pulls baren in for another warm kiss, not pulling too far back when he finally breaks it off. he just lets their foreheads rest together, fingers carding through baren's hair.]
...I want to make things go right for you, alright? I- shit, I already know you make me happy, I just... want to make sure you're happy too.
[If I'm not tired of you now, I never will be, idiot.
another brief kiss, and he finishes:]
I'll tell you I love you every day if I have to. And you know I promised not to lie.
[every time he says it, it'll still be the truth.]
Baren doesn't believe in things that are meant to be a given, but - he leans into those kisses automatically, ends up relaxing more and more into them because he thinks he can get used to the way that emotion tastes on Chuuya's lips.
Up until Chuuya says five words together - I love you every day - and he does a full body flinch. He doesn't recoil. His fingers in Chuuya's hair tighten for a moment and there's a sharp intake of breath. His mouth turns down into a scowl and his brow furrows at first, like he doesn't know what to do with the feeling of having someone else's hand have a vice grip on his heart.
So he just lets his head fall down to Chuuya's shoulder, obscuring his expression. Close at they are again, there goes Baren's hummingbird heartbeat.]
.... 'm happy.
[It's another murmur, even as he presses his lips against a mark that he'd left on Chuuya's neck earlier.
I can't - fuck. I don't have the words. I can't string it together. How stupid. God dammit. I don't have the right words for him. How the hell do I...]
Baren isn't used to receiving reassurances or appearing his vulnerable, even if there's enough sincerity coming from Chuuya that he can't quite suppress a shudder. It irritates him as much as it touches him and he tilts his head if only so that he can press another kiss to Chuuya's skin, right at the base of his neck, before biting and sucking another mark there.
He's probably a mess of them but Baren somehow still isn't satisfied.
He pulls away just so that he can press their lips together properly, some stirrings of heat - but mostly just overwhelmed emotion.]
[can't believe this is the second time i've had to type 'and then they banged' but this is our lives now dana.
anyway. and then they banged. they probably also went to the store because chuuya's bachelor lifestyle means he's definitely missing key ingredients, and chuuya definitely spent the whole time attached to baren's hip.
normally he's content to wait on the couch while baren cooks, but this time he doesn't want to be too far from him; chuuya's perched on the kitchen counter, watching him lay out ingredients and get everything ready.]
I'm gonna have to start actually trying to keep the fridge stocked now, huh...
As if that isn't even more than Baren offered when they were dating the first time? But honestly yes, he's fucking starving particularly after fucking. He wanders through the kitchen to grab the pans and things he needs, too familiar with where they are already, and moving to start cooking dinner for two.
Even though every time he passed by Chuuya he did pause to give him a brief kiss.
Automatically, like reassuring him that he's not going anywhere.
[that comes with a little shrug, because honestly, if baren's making it then chuuya is here for it. he'll demand his favorites sometimes, sure, but for the most part he's fine with letting baren decide.
he's just as fine with those kisses, and he's just going to lean in to steal another one there since baren is close enough.
and because i forgot in the last tag he definitely tried to steal baren's shirt when they got dressed, so he may or may not be wearing that.]
regardless baren's fine with all of that, though he does nip at chuuya's lips in that last kiss to discourage him briefly - knowing it doesn't stand a chance of working - so that he can focus on actually putting these ingredients together without burning anything. or. himself. too soon???
though he'll muse - ]
Do you even have any space left in your closet?
[Not that I'm moving in - but it'd be easier if I had space to leave shit here.]
[that kiss comes with a satisfied little hum that's... accompanied by a couple of little hearts. thanks, retrospec effects. chuuya promptly huffs and swats them away, because god, that's just a bit too much]
You can't just replace my whole wardrobe for me, c'mon...
[but he's just petulant, honestly, because he follows it with-]
I'll let you do some of it, but I'm going through first and picking the shit I want to keep wearing.
[The time for Chuuya to regret everything about his life is probably now.
Because Baren caught those little hearts out of the corner of his eye and - laughed? Oh no. Oh no. That's too dumb and gay and.
Well he sets the stove fire lower anyway for a simmer so he can wander over to Chuuya to stand in front of him, place his hands on either side of the counter to box him in, and lean in for a few more kisses, taunting in between - ]
Were those hearts?
For me?
Can I see those again? Hey Chuu - can I? Stupid pet.
[WELL HIS TERRIBLE PERSONALITY ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE]
Because Baren's still laughing, and happy as he is to keep giving Chuuya those kisses to see exactly when the flood of hearts will stop, he misses the thought bubbles. For now. There's instead a happy little sunny glow that comes from him even as he laughs....]
What're you talking about? You don't - like this? My dumb Chuu.
[chuuya's laughing, though, throwing his arms around baren's neck and clinging to him as he's carried off. flustering baren like this is almost starting to feel like a little victory, honestly... prepare for more of this shit baren.]
[ - alright but considering the fact that his hands definitely got burnt just earlier this month and he's got some gnarly scars that he's still not comfortable showing in public??
there's a moment where he just
COMPLETELY FREEZES
appears to stop breathing
snaps his hand back, turns back toward the kitchen and silently returns back to cooking]
[chuuya pushes himself back up off the couch and returns to the kitchen, though this time it's not to bother baren. he's busy fetching a pair of wine glasses and pulling out a bottle that looks much fancier than any he's ever owned before.]
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And he remembers context, sure, but he also remembers telling Chuuya -
.... well, relationships like that are supposed to be hard to break, right? Or something.
Funny - I don't think he even knew that I was thinking about you.
It's what gets Baren to pause. He claims a kiss to fill up some of the space before he speaks.]
... I still don't know if I believe in love.
[Even if you're getting me to consider it. Even though I don't think that sort of thing is meant for someone like me.
Because love is something that's not guaranteed, anymore. Nothing's guaranteed, as far as Baren's concerned. Not the love of your family, so why would it make any sense for someone not related to you by blood to love you? To love him, especially?
But he shakes his head because he doesn't want to dwell, but still wants to explain.]
... but I believe in time. And persistence. And - if things go right for once - that some people belong together.
[And can be happy together.
Is it okay if I want to belong with you, if you won't get tired of me?]
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...I want to make things go right for you, alright? I- shit, I already know you make me happy, I just... want to make sure you're happy too.
[If I'm not tired of you now, I never will be, idiot.
another brief kiss, and he finishes:]
I'll tell you I love you every day if I have to. And you know I promised not to lie.
[every time he says it, it'll still be the truth.]
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Baren doesn't believe in things that are meant to be a given, but - he leans into those kisses automatically, ends up relaxing more and more into them because he thinks he can get used to the way that emotion tastes on Chuuya's lips.
Up until Chuuya says five words together - I love you every day - and he does a full body flinch. He doesn't recoil. His fingers in Chuuya's hair tighten for a moment and there's a sharp intake of breath. His mouth turns down into a scowl and his brow furrows at first, like he doesn't know what to do with the feeling of having someone else's hand have a vice grip on his heart.
So he just lets his head fall down to Chuuya's shoulder, obscuring his expression. Close at they are again, there goes Baren's hummingbird heartbeat.]
.... 'm happy.
[It's another murmur, even as he presses his lips against a mark that he'd left on Chuuya's neck earlier.
I can't - fuck. I don't have the words. I can't string it together. How stupid. God dammit. I don't have the right words for him. How the hell do I...]
... I'm going to keep you.
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[chuuya pulls him close, rests his head on baren's and presses a kiss against the top of it. that's all baren has to say, really.]
I don't need any other promises, okay? Just- keep me, and be mine. You don't have to have words for it as long as you're here.
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Baren isn't used to receiving reassurances or appearing his vulnerable, even if there's enough sincerity coming from Chuuya that he can't quite suppress a shudder. It irritates him as much as it touches him and he tilts his head if only so that he can press another kiss to Chuuya's skin, right at the base of his neck, before biting and sucking another mark there.
He's probably a mess of them but Baren somehow still isn't satisfied.
He pulls away just so that he can press their lips together properly, some stirrings of heat - but mostly just overwhelmed emotion.]
One more.
[Another promise, lost in the kisses - ]
I'll - try.
[For you, I'll try.]
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anyway. and then they banged. they probably also went to the store because chuuya's bachelor lifestyle means he's definitely missing key ingredients, and chuuya definitely spent the whole time attached to baren's hip.
normally he's content to wait on the couch while baren cooks, but this time he doesn't want to be too far from him; chuuya's perched on the kitchen counter, watching him lay out ingredients and get everything ready.]
I'm gonna have to start actually trying to keep the fridge stocked now, huh...
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[Casually....
As if that isn't even more than Baren offered when they were dating the first time? But honestly yes, he's fucking starving particularly after fucking. He wanders through the kitchen to grab the pans and things he needs, too familiar with where they are already, and moving to start cooking dinner for two.
Even though every time he passed by Chuuya he did pause to give him a brief kiss.
Automatically, like reassuring him that he's not going anywhere.
Also domestic as fuck.]
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[that comes with a little shrug, because honestly, if baren's making it then chuuya is here for it. he'll demand his favorites sometimes, sure, but for the most part he's fine with letting baren decide.
he's just as fine with those kisses, and he's just going to lean in to steal another one there since baren is close enough.
and because i forgot in the last tag he definitely tried to steal baren's shirt when they got dressed, so he may or may not be wearing that.]
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regardless baren's fine with all of that, though he does nip at chuuya's lips in that last kiss to discourage him briefly - knowing it doesn't stand a chance of working - so that he can focus on actually putting these ingredients together without burning anything. or. himself. too soon???
though he'll muse - ]
Do you even have any space left in your closet?
[Not that I'm moving in - but it'd be easier if I had space to leave shit here.]
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[he's got some space, sure, but not a whole lot, largely just because it's... a tinyass closet. chuuya doesn't own that much stuff.]
Might be able to squeeze a dresser in somewhere if you need the space, though?
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[Though when he's done cutting up all the ingredients and putting them in the pan, he leans over to give Chuuya another kiss. Thanks for trying.
Might just revamp your wardrobe then. Get rid of the old stuff. Can have the stuff I don't wear as much. It'll be easier to cycle through.
What he says is the simple:]
I'll figure something out.
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You can't just replace my whole wardrobe for me, c'mon...
[but he's just petulant, honestly, because he follows it with-]
I'll let you do some of it, but I'm going through first and picking the shit I want to keep wearing.
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Because Baren caught those little hearts out of the corner of his eye and - laughed? Oh no. Oh no. That's too dumb and gay and.
Well he sets the stove fire lower anyway for a simmer so he can wander over to Chuuya to stand in front of him, place his hands on either side of the counter to box him in, and lean in for a few more kisses, taunting in between - ]
Were those hearts?
For me?
Can I see those again? Hey Chuu - can I? Stupid pet.
[WELL HIS TERRIBLE PERSONALITY ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE]
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Can you let me fucking live?
[-a couple more hearts pop up, and holy shit he's going to die. he really is.
chuuya groans and covers his face, with a little pink thought bubble popping up: You're a fucking menace. I hate it.
I love you anyway.
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Because Baren's still laughing, and happy as he is to keep giving Chuuya those kisses to see exactly when the flood of hearts will stop, he misses the thought bubbles. For now. There's instead a happy little sunny glow that comes from him even as he laughs....]
What're you talking about? You don't - like this? My dumb Chuu.
[so many smooches]
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[he does like the smooches... but he shoves baren back anyway because he's a petulant little shit. only then does he notice the glow, and-
okay, he likes that even better. it soothes his irritation as he leans in to give baren another kiss.]
Your name really does suit you, huh...? Cute.
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ugh.
THAT'S SO SAPPY AND SO HE JUST
fucking lifts chuuya up from the counter princess carry style????]
Oh shut the fuck up.
[AAAND CARRYING HIM ELSEWHERE]
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[chuuya's laughing, though, throwing his arms around baren's neck and clinging to him as he's carried off. flustering baren like this is almost starting to feel like a little victory, honestly... prepare for more of this shit baren.]
What, you don't like it~?
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[even though close as they are baren is still??? gently doki-ing??? god stop being nice to him
which is why he's also just going to fucking drop chuuya on the couch once he's close enough. and then deadpan:]
You're stupid and I hate you.
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[...he says, as he grabs at baren's hand and smooches the back of it.]
I'm gonna hate you more if you burn dinner, though, go pay attention to the food.
[1/2]
there's a moment where he just
COMPLETELY FREEZES
appears to stop breathing
snaps his hand back, turns back toward the kitchen and silently returns back to cooking]
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I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIE. ]
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he's still going to make sure, just in case.]
-I won't touch them if you don't want me to.
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ugh, he hates chuuya.
there's a long, long, long moment of silence where baren seemingly is pretending like he didn't hear chuuya at all. he's going to focus on cooking.
but as he's switching between preparing the main dish - stir fry because it's easy - and making fried rice, he'll just sigh]
... Don't worry about it, Chuu.
[If it's you, it's fine.]
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[chuuya pushes himself back up off the couch and returns to the kitchen, though this time it's not to bother baren. he's busy fetching a pair of wine glasses and pulling out a bottle that looks much fancier than any he's ever owned before.]
How much longer is dinner gonna be, huh?
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