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“Sorry Mahiro, can I come in for a second? I think I forgot my ring”“Sure, I don’t mind!”Clouds of hot, steamy air waft towards Kaoru as he quickly slides into the bathroom and closes the door again.Before he can even spend a single second looking for where his smart device has gone, the overwhelming, sweet yet spicy scent of baked apples and cinnamon hits his nostrils.Immediately, he feels a fluttery sensation in his stomach, and heat spreading all throughout his body until it must be clearly showing on his face.“Did you do this on purpose?”Mahiro, who Kaoru only now registers to still be shirt-less, turns his head to face him, his big puppy-like eyes widened innocently.“What do you mean?”Kaoru just stares at him, trying not to drop his gaze.The redhead turns back to the sink unconcerned and reaches for an all-in-one face-wash Chise would probably instantly throw away if he ever learned of its existence, but Kaoru is quicker. Not wasting any time pondering his options, he embraces Mahiro from behind, wrapping his arms fully around his warm body. For a moment, he just buries his nose in his still moist, soft hair, soaking in the smell that has already become nostalgic to him. Just as so often these days, he feels a sting of remorse at how fast time can pass.They must've made a shampoo out of that limited edition candy back then. After randomly finding it at a store one day, Mahiro and he had used it all up within a mere two weeks, and looking back, he is glad they did, because the months that followed had been so hectic and busy, they had rarely gotten a moment or two to spend with each other.Tonight too, Anthos* centre had returned home late and Kaoru had wanted to give him time to wind down and relax by himself without having to worry about the needs of his Mahiro-deprived boyfriend. But why would he then look for and use a shampoo like this if he hadn't wanted Kaoru to be with him sooner or later?Kaoru can feel Mahiro put the face-wash back down and press their bodies closer together.Alright, that has to be a sign.Without answering the initial question, Kaoru lets a trail of featherweight kisses bloom on Mahiro’s skin, from right behind his ear down to his shoulder, then, without any warning, softly bites into his skin.Mahiro inhales sharply, and Kaoru smiles in self-satisfaction.He continues nibbling the soft skin on Mahiro’s shoulder, gentler even than before, and Mahiro lets out a quiet chuckle.“Kaoru, please, I’m ticklish…”But the black-haired doesn’t want to stop. A small kiss here, a light bite there… as he reaches the flower, faintly glowing in the centre of Mahiro’s neck, he suddenly shudders with the strong urge to leave his own mark there, to sink his teeth deep into that flawless skin of his that he always so openly exposes to everyone, but he is too afraid of hurting him so he stops short and instead leaves nothing but a light kiss mark.It’s still enough to make Mahiro squirm in his arms and gasp for air.And it will be enough for him having to hide his flower mark the next day.“We… have work tomorrow…” Mahiro manages to stammer, realising Kaoru’s intentions.“Then why did you use that shampoo?” Kaoru asks the obvious again, but he wants Mahiro to say it, wants his wishes to be confirmed.“I surprisingly found it in a store a while ago and was wondering if it was the same aroma as back then…” Mahiro says, then turns around in his arms, now looking up at Kaoru with blushed cheeks and a smug expression.“I was curious… how you’d react.”He was right, after all. Kaoru can’t help but smile.“And? Do you like my reaction?”Mahiro grins. “It’s very Kaoru-like, I should’ve seen it coming.”Then, he leans in, and Kaoru takes the invitation to steal a kiss from his boyfriend’s lips, and another one, smoothing his finger along his jawline.Even without having been taken care of, the redhead’s skin is soft and free of all blemishes. It makes Kaoru wonder if he’s ever had anything like acne or pox scars to begin with, before the seed smoothed them all out for him. Sometimes, he wishes he could see pictures of Mahiro before he got to know him, but he wants to respect his privacy and feelings more than anything else. He himself wouldn’t want his partner to see pictures of his younger self, after all. If he thinks of his fragile, emaciated body, the many little scars from his hundreds of medical treatments, he is glad the seed changed his looks, even if it meant erasing part of his personal history. Some things are better left in the past, he concludes.He awakes from his thoughts when he can feel Mahiro press closer into him, deepening their kisses hungrily. Even though the hungry one should be Kaoru…Without a word of warning, he wraps his arms around Mahiro securely and lifts him up. He can hear an audible gasp escaping Mahiro's lips, and even without seeing his face he can imagine the surprised look all too well. Sometimes, it can be beneficial to not lay all your cards on the table from the beginning, even among close friends. Or partners.Getting from the bathroom to his bed takes no more than a few seconds, and when he puts Mahiro down and climbs on top of him, he can’t help but stare in awe at how beautiful he looks with his flushed face, red hair everywhere, and that baffled yet longing expression. It suits him well, too well, and makes Kaoru wonder just how many more faces of Mahiro there are left for him to uncover. And in turn, he feels excited thinking about how many sides of himself his boyfriend will be able to see in the future.Tonight however, he will not be able to let recklessness win him over, even with Mahiro breathing heavily beneath him and pulling him down into another deep kiss, so he vows in his heart to take just a little more, just enough to make sure the redhead will be left yearning, will come back asking for more on their next day off. Otherwise, he knows sure enough he will be the one impatiently asking for more. After all, Kisaragi Kaoru is always hungry.