Pau my love thank you 🥺🥺 I’m going to give them the love we all deserve 💖💖

Thank you so much for reading 🥺💖💖

Ahh thank you 🥺🩷🩷

Thank you Owl 🥺I’m so glad you do! I love your beautiful Keiji’s so much 🩷

🤣🤣 he’s know BOTH you’re so right 💯💯

Thank you so much Mari 🥺🥺🩷 our beautiful soft hearted boys 😭💖

Ahh nutty 🥺🥺🩷 I’m so happy you loved it that much 😭💓💓💓

Thank you 🩷🩷 haha yes, it’s absolutely Bokuto’s choice!! He wanted to name her in homage to Krkn and Akaashi is always weak to his suggestions 🐈

Keiji loves his husband being out in the world, loves him blazing across the court and across countries. But as the years are lived out between them, Keiji doesn't feel selfish anymore in admitting he loves Koutarou best here, safe, in his arms.

Fin

The contentment wraps around Keiji like a blanket, as heavy and absolute as Koutarou’s body. He can’t help but smile: one hand carding through his husband's hair, the other scratching behind their cat’s ear. +

tail flicking his cheek as she crawls on to Koutarou’s back. She doesn’t jump when he laughs, she just turns in a circle, loafs, in the centre of Koutarou’s shoulder blades with her eyes closed and her little chin tilted towards Keiji.+

This trust and vulnerability he displays now, to be the place this man rests and sleeps and loves; it’s humbling.

Then Keiji really does feel her: Neko’s graceful paws landing beside his head on the arm of the couch. Her body slinks across his shoulder,+

He can smell the vague but intoxicating scent of sweat that's gathered on his skin from the train journey, the sensation of his even breathing caught against Keiji's neck: Koutarou’s excitement of being home finally settling into the same, twined, molecular peace.+

Koutarou’s body collapses carefully so as not to crush him completely. Sweet, but Keiji doesn't want half measures: he cuddles him closer, thigh wrapping around his husband’s hip and ass, insisting he give him his full weight. +

That first kiss gives way to more, and Koutarou's mouth is playful as it moves against his: warm and sweet and explorative, the slide of his tongue the hint of a claim—each of these kisses a manifestation of the reasons Keiji loves him. +

His hands cage either side of Keiji's head, weight propped over his body. He holds himself there: eyes twinkling as their lips meet.

Keiji cups his jaw, long fingers splayed across his cheekbones, palms slipping slowly down to hold his neck.+

“Mean? Really, Kou.” Keiji tuts, nose pressed to his husband's hair, “Who's the mean one? Waking me up, pretending to be our cat and then not even kissing me. Grounds for divorce don't you think?”

His husband barks out a laugh again and unfolds himself from the floor to climb onto the couch.+

There’s a scratch of beard against his bare belly again, Koutarou’s petulant smile turning a little wicked when he feels the shift of Keiji’s hips (Koutarou really has been gone too long)+