Chapter 1: In Which Daichi and Suga are Relationship Goals
One of the many advantages that comes with being in an established relationship between two people is that as long as the two people involved are comfortable with showing their love and affection for one another where it is permissible in public and of course behind closed doors, there is no innocent bashfulness or unnecessary awkwardness, overwhelming self-doubt or anxious hesitancy in placing one's lips upon their significant other's- or, granted, in other desirable places. Only something akin to expectancy- bordering on obligation- and a reassuring familiarity as it becomes routine within the couple. And when you've been in such a relationship for as long as Daichi and Sugawara have, it really does become a thing of habit, kissing.
Daichi loved to hold Suga whenever he found the chance. He found it often- and when he did, he made full use of the wonderful opportunity to embrace his fiancé and kiss the nearest section of soft, Koushi-scented skin available, knowing that the embrace always would be welcome whenever and wherever it took place. For all his not-quite-stoic but level-headed demeanour, when it came to Suga, Daichi really couldn't keep his hands to himself. Suga, a devil in disguise, not nearly as innocent as he came across to outsiders, had never made it easy for him either- the sly incubus just loved to find different ways to tempt and tease Daichi in private or in public- especially in public. He was subtle about it of course, but it was always blatantly obvious to Daichi, the object of his torture. Suga drove him crazy sometimes, and when Daichi told him that verbatim, Suga's cheeky response was simply, "Well? Do something about it."
Later that evening Daichi headed straight to their bedroom and definitely did something about it.
All teasing aside, the feeling of holding someone so dear to him as close as he could, whenever he was able to was something that honestly made Sawamura Daichi feel purely and simply happy. He only needed that one simple word to describe such a simple feeling. Simple in that when the feeling that so many people spend their lives chasing after finally comes to whomever it is granted, the relief and joy experienced by the fortunate party is so uncomplicated and human, regardless of the trials and suffering they may or may not have had to endure to find their happiness.
This feeling is very much reciprocated by Daichi's aforementioned fiancé, Sugawara Koushi.
Suga couldn't quite comprehend the concept of self-control when he was alone with Daichi. After all, who in their right mind would deny themselves such bliss when it was literally right at their fingertips? Being able to place his roaming hands on Daichi's firm, tan skin, his broad chest and rather deliciously thick thighs, and to hold his fiancé in his own loving caress whenever he wanted was a blessing Suga speculated that the only possible explanation as to why it had been bestowed upon him was that he had been a courageous martyr for a greatly important cause in three consecutive past lives, and that sharing an amazing relationship with Daichi was Suga's very own Elysium. He loved to be enveloped in the taller man's embrace, encased in his strong arms and surrounded by his cosy warmth. He loved being held by Daichi and relished in the effortless and wordless communication of love that accompanied such affection. Cohabiting since university meant that Suga couldn't quite remember the last time he had gone to sleep or woken up without one of Daichi's muscly arms holding him close, neither could he remember greeting the morning or welcoming sleep without a kiss to Daichi's forehead. Or cheek. Or trailing kisses along his jawline or on his lips. Sometimes all four and maybe more.
Over the long period of time that their relationship had existed- from their shy and self-conscious hand-holding in high school to their recurring late-night cuddle sessions, all the way up to their latest romp between the sheets- between the two of them, the couple were ninety-two percent sure they'd covered ninety-five percent of each other's available skin in kisses that were rough, gentle, soft, sloppy, wet, teasing, happy, steamy, comforting and everything in between.
Ninety five percent was plausible, but not quite one hundred percent.
They could work on that.