Nowaki was in the kitchen eating after a long day at the hospital. A notepad and a pencil were sitting nearby and the poet in Nowaki was itching to be let loose. It was already quite late and Nowaki was sure Hiroki was asleep from the contented snores he heard coming from the bedroom. Thus Nowaki wrote his Ode to an Egoist...
Whenever you furrow your brow and brood,
It really puts me in the mood.
How I long to taste your lips,
Then maybe taste your sinful sweet nips.
The way you deny your ukeish ways,
It makes me intently count the days.
'Til you take charge and push me down,
Then maybe I'll be the one who turns around.
The way you position yourself just so,
Whenever we err, well you know.
The rhythm of our beating hearts,
Makes me never want to pull apart.
When you deny it when your eyes mist,
It makes me adore you, my cute egoist.
Nowaki looked at what he'd just written. He couldn't suppress a quiet chuckle.
'This is more embarrassing than the letters I've written Hiro-san'
Not being able to throw it out as it was written to Hiroki, Nowaki put it in an envelope and slid it into his nightstand on his way to bed.
The next morning...
Hiroki and Nowaki both had the day off. Nowaki took this time to catch up on precious sleep, something a doctor doesn't get much of, and Hiroki took this time to clean up their dwelling, which had gotten quite messy over the past couple of days.
Hiroki cleaned every room save for their bedroom to allow his lover time to sleep, but it was already noon and he figured Nowaki had slept long enough.
'Nowaki.'
Hiroki entered the room surprised to find Nowaki already wide awake.
'Hiro-san!'
Nowaki suffocated Hiroki in a bearhug.
'Dammit, Nowaki! Don't do that.'
Nowaki loosened his grip and stared lovingly at Hiroki who was furrowing his brow like he always did.
'I'm sorry, Hiro-san.'
Nowaki softly kissed Hiroki and started unbuttoning his shirt.
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The rythm of our beating hearts,
Makes me never want to pull apart.
The words echoed in Nowaki's mind as he pulled away from Hiroki.
'Hiro-san, are you crying?'
'No.'
The way you deny it when your eyes mist,
It makes me adore you my cute egoist.
The final line of the poem resonated in his thoughts as he pulled his love closer to himself.