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[ in about an hour or so, once suga wakes up, miyuki's getting a selfie. just the top of suga's head is visible -- from his eyes up, including his rumped bedhead -- and the rest of his face is hidden under the blanket he has pulled up over his face. ]

i miss you already. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

come home soon?

[greedier]

you look tired get some more sleep

[CAUSE OTHERWISE HOW CAN HE RESIST JUST DROPPING EVERYTHING AND RUNNING HOME.]

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but the bed is too big when you're not here. (|||❛︵❛.)

[greedier]

[THIS IS MIYUKI RUSHING TO THE NEAREST TELEPORTER and then Suga will hear a thud in the apartment's teleporter as Miyuki stumbles in.]

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[ -- ?!

talk about scaring the heck out of him! after all, miyuki just said he was out running errands, so...! ]

H-Hello...? [ a little tentatively, sitting up. ] Mei...? Is that you...?

[greedier]

[Miyuki's at the bedroom doorway in no time, stripping off his shirt and jumping into bed with Suga. He's out of breath, but whatever. He has a Suga now.]

Wait, why were you calling for Mei?

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[ there's a pretty immediate moment of relief when suga realizes that it's miyuki, so! he's more than willing to wrap his arms around him and snuggle up, stifling a drowsy yawn and getting comfy all over again. it's already late morning, which probably should mean that he needs to get out of bed, but...

his boyfriend is cozy. ]

... I thought you were out running errands! You scared me!

[greedier]

You sounded lonely so I kinda sprinted over...

[dotings]

... really?

[ wriggling a little, enough to be able to look up at him. ] You came home just for me?

[greedier]

[...he sure did. And now he's sweaty and gross.]

I wasn't doing anything important anyway...

[dotings]

[ fortunately, suga's more than happy to snuggle his boyfriend, even when he's gross and sweaty. ]

Mm, what did you need to go out and get...?

[greedier]

Some more lube, some books, some equipment. My cleats weren't quite fitting right.

[He wraps around Suga, just... god he loves this guy.]

Did you have nice dreams?

[dotings]

Uh-huh.

[ already, his voice is starting to slur back down into sleep, lulled by kazuya's warmth snuggled around him like a security blanket. ]

I dreamed that we were having a picnic together, just me and you.

[greedier]

A picnic, huh?

[He rubs at Suga's back, slowly and gently.]

I bet we brought about five bottles of hot sauce.

[dotings]

Uh-huh...

[ another yawn, his voice warm and fuzzy with sleep. ]

And a biiiiiig blanket to put everything on...

SHUT UP

[greedier]

Mm, did we do anything else?

[He bites gently on sugas ear, humming suggestively]

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[ there's just a sleepy little whining noise as suga tries to turn his head away from the biting, nuzzling further down into the pillow to sleep. ]

[greedier]

[NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. He whines audibly into Suga's ear now.]

C'mon, don't go back to bed--

[dotings]

[ another one of those little whiny noises!!! ]

-- But 'm tired.

[greedier]

But now I'm all wound up-

[He grinds his hips against Suga's ass, humming low, full of desire.]

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[ ... okay, he's starting to go from whiny-sleepy to grumpy-sleepy.

miyuki kazuya is treading on dangerous ground. ]

Kazuya...

[greedier]

[...........yeah, Miyuki's been on the receiving end of that mood a few too many times. So he stops, but...

...not without giving his neck a kiss.]

Can I at least jack off next to you?

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[ cue an indecipherable grunt, which is either sure go ahead or shut the fuck up before i strangle you. ]

[greedier]

[Oh yay, another thing to cross off the bucket list. He doesn't often have to masturbate, considering he has his very own cute boyfriend who is usually very willing to help him out. But it happens occasionally, and he's always wanted to do it with Suga watching.

Suga may not be watching, but this is close enough.

He buries his face in Suga's neck, breathes in his scent and basks in his warmth before sliding his hand down his boxers and palming himself.]

Mm-

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[ the softest little snore. ]