It is a quiet and lazy morning.
Gorou blinks awake, the room blurry as he yawns. Warmth surrounds him, his husband hot and heavy against his back. Gorou is a scrappy thing, even in these later years of his, but Itto is too sturdy to push off. Especially when he clings to Gorou like an octopus.
"Mhm, what time issit?" Itto's words are muffled by Gorou's neck.
"I don't know. I can't tell, you big oaf."
"That's big oni, to you. Get it right."
Gorou snorts. Even in his sleep, Itto has so little on his mind. Gorou stretches, his joints creaking loudly in the quiet room.
Itto nuzzles the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "You thinking of going somewhere?"
"I… have some things to attend to?" Gorou hopes he doesn't sound as unsure as he feels, but he's never been good at coming up with things on the fly. "Trip to the barber, then I have to go get a new brush. I'm starting to—"
Gorou falls quiet, unsure how to express his displeasure with his appearance, as of late. He's still handsome, but he's getting older, sporting a few too many wrinkles and silver hairs for his taste. Ever since Guuji Yae cracked a joke about writing a smutty book about an aging Miss Hina, Gorou's been hyper-aware of his years.
"Starting to what?" Itto sounds so honestly innocent.
"I'm… Itto, do you ever worry about how you're aging?"
"Eh?" Itto shuffles about behind him. "I mean, well all do, don't we?"
"No, I mean—" Gorou sighs, rubbing at the headache that's already brewing. It's too early to be concerned about his looks. "I just…lately I've felt as though my appeal is waning? My fur is losing its shine. I have wrinkles around my mouth. Soon I'll be more silver than anything, and—"
"Does that bother you?" Itto sits up and looks at him seriously, none of his usual bravadoes anywhere to be found on his face.
Gorou wants to say no, but he can't, tongue-tied as he tries to find his words. "I… worry about what you might think. What if I'm not desirable, or—"
Itto laughs, absurdly loud. "Oh, that's—man, that's funny. What a great joke, Gorou. You've got me cracked wide open like that coconut that Zhongli brought us from his last trip. Maybe a little too early in the morning to be busting a gut but I appreciate the funny all the same."
Gorou's face scrunches slightly. "It's not a joke."
Itto falters slightly then, his gaze slipping. He's still a bit of an oafish bull when push comes to shove but he's grown into himself with age, and he catches on quicker than most seem to assume. He reaches out to poke at Gorou's nose. "Hey, are you actually being serious? You can't be."
"Isn't it normal to worry about these things?"
"I…guess. But, like, you don't need to worry about how I feel. And don't tell me that you don't know how handsome you are. I know that smug pup can still be found somewhere in there, preening. Remember how you used to wear the Miss Hina outfit?"
"Used to being the keywords there," murmurs Gorou. "Time flies, things change, and now I'm sagging in places that no one wants to sag in—hey."
Itto rolls Gorou onto his back with barely a touch. He leans over him, boxing him in, hair askew and wildly tangled. "Have you seen yourself?" asks Gorou, reaching up to brush his bangs back. "An absolute mess."
"Have you seen yourself?" asks Itto. "Ah, probably not since you're laying there, trying to convince yourself that you're past your prime. Which you aren't. You're like a prime cut of steak, you only get better as you dry-age, right?"
"Isn't dry-aged beef covered in a layer of mold?" Because that's a revolting image that Gorou would rather not be compared to.
"It isn't about the looks, it's about the flavor, the taste!" Itto's gaze turns suggestive then as he waggles his eyebrows. "Should I remind you? Should I take care of you?" Itto slides a hand down Gorou's front, pulling open the collar of his linen shirt, fingers skittering across the newly revealed skin.
"I—that's—" Well, Gorou should've expected his dick to take an immediate interest because it does.
"Just lay back, babe. Numero Uno Itto is on the prowl—"
"Please don't."
Itto huffs and falls quiet, leaning over to nuzzle at Gorou's neck. "Alright, the bullshit's laid at the foot of the bed. It's only the two of us, now."
Gorou hums at that. "Better."
Itto drags a hand across his side, squeezing at his waist. Gorou is about to protest but Itto doesn't let him. "I like it," he says, leaning closer, pressing a kiss against his neck.
"If you say so," says Gorou with a sigh.
"Hey, just listen to me. Let me do this, let me take care of you. Tell you why I love you so much, yeah?"
That's all it takes for Gorou to melt, really, stupidly romantic at heart. "Alright, I'll—oh."
Itto wraps his fingers around Gorou's cock, easily accessible since he sleeps pantsless half of the time. Gorou moans softly, his length already filling out with just a few jerks of Itto's hand. "Eager," says Itto with a laugh.
"Brute," says Gorou. "As if you aren't. You started this."
"Hm, no, you did." Itto nips at his neck, teeth digging in and dragging against Gorou's skin with delicious friction. "That look on your face. I can't have that. It's gotta be wiped off with nothing but pure pleasure, babe—"
"Itto, please." Gorou isn't sure if he's begging for him to shut up, or begging for him to get a move on.
Itto kisses his neck sweetly, nudging the underside of Gorou's neck gently with his forehead and horns. Soft and subtle affection that makes Gorou's heart crack in two. This insufferable idiot knows just how to pull him apart and put him back together.
Maybe it was dumb to think that Itto would care about how he looks.
"Always so responsive," says Itto, thumbing across the tip of Gorou's dick, spreading the leaking precome around.
Gorou is average enough, but Itto's hand dwarfs his length as he pumps it. "Gods," he moans, bucking into Itto's grip, chasing the delicious friction of his palm. This early in the morning, he's usually an early riser but this time around Gorou already feels the pleasure that pinches his gut tight.
He doesn't think he'll last long.
And Itto must realize it too, letting go of him. Gorou's cock drops, slapping against his stomach, tacky at the tip. "That's—" Gorou whines pathetically.
Itto ignores him, tugging at his shirt to pull it over his head. The moment Gorou's chest is revealed, Itto presses his nose to his sternum, sighing against the skin there.
"No doubt you'd prefer breasts," says Gorou ruefully, thinking of Miss Hina.
"I'll always prefer you," says Itto. "Besides—" He swirls his tongue around Gorou's nipple, sucking at the bud until it stands stiff in the cool air. "These little guys work perfectly fine. I know that you like this."
Gorou does, arching against his mouth as Itto laps at his pec, teasing his nipple until it's cherry red and swollen.
Itto is a man who enjoys using his mouth, kissing his way across the length of Gorou's body. Licking at his skin, nipping at the corners and creases. "I could eat you up," he says, nuzzling the softness of Gorou's waist, sighing softly as he kisses the skin there too.
"Please don't." Or do, depending on the type of eating he's referencing. Gorou can't help but think of Itto swallowing the entirety of his cock down, mouth wet and hot around him. He's probably come right then and there, straight down Itto's throat.
"I know what you're thinking," says Itto, slipping lower to bite at the crease of his groin.
"You can't possibly."
Itto smiles against him and Gorou can feel the curve of his mouth against his skin. He looks up and they lock eyes. "I know I can be dim, but I also know you like the back of my hand." He smooths his thumb across the curve of Gorou's hip. "You're thinking about my mouth on you."
Gorou huffs, cheeks pink. "Yes, well, how can I not?"
Itto noses at his cock next, his tongue slipping out to drag across the length of it. Gorou moans, reaching down to pull at his hair. Then, Itto pulls back. "Not today," he says, pressing his hand flat against Gorou's belly, just above the base of his dick. "I'd rather you come on my cock, I think. Here." He taps the skin there, no doubt imagining the way that he carves his way into Gorou's far more petite body.
"Gods, just—" Gorou lets out an annoyed hiss, wiggling his hips to move things along.
"I said that I wanted to take care of you, right? Lavish you with praise and tell you all the things I love about you?" Itto kisses the tip of his cock. "Obviously this guy."
Gorou rolls his eyes. But then Itto presses his thighs to his chest, nuzzling at his balls next, licking down the seam of them. "Itto, oh, that's—"
"These guys too. Soft, fun to play with. You know the drill."
"I swear to the Shogun, stop calling my body parts guys— sh-shit." Gorou's curse comes out wavering as Itto licks across his hole before pulling back, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands.
He thumbs over his rim, testing the give of the furled muscle. "This guy tho—"
"Itto."
Itto laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of Gorou's thigh. "I'm only teasing," he says. He licks across his hole again, the tip of his tongue probing deeper, slipping in easily.
Gorou moans, melting into the sheets. A slicked finger presses in alongside, and suddenly Gorou is a whining, keening mess. Just one finger is thick when compared to his slight stature—one and a tongue is enough to leave his toes curled in pleasure.
"Please," he cries out, "Gods, just… please."
Itto laughs against him as he leans back to slip a second finger in. He just watches, then, fucking his fingers in and out of Gorou's ass. "If you could see what I see," murmurs Itto. "That way you just swallow me up."
"I get it," says Gorou, his impatience winning out. "Fuck me already."
Itto doesn't. Instead, he drags his fingers in and out, spreading them to tug at his rim. Then he hooks them, angling a certain way that makes Gorou jerk and fire shoot down his spine. He moans, fucking against Itto's hand, begging for his fingers to brush that spot again.
"See?" asks Itto, kissing the crook of Gorou's knee as he drills his fingers into him. "You're spending the morning worrying about whether or not I still find you attractive when we could've been doing this the entire time. I love this so much, watching how you beg for it."
"I'm—" Gorou's voice cracks and he lets out a soft little howl of protest. "I need you. Please, I need you—"
"Alright, calm down," says Itto, pulling his fingers out and wiping them off. He slides up the length of Gorou, his hands warm against chilled skin. Itto takes a moment to shuffle out of his pants, not even bothering with his shirt because he knows that Gorou will protest the longer he takes.
The sight is still good; Itto's shirt is baggy on him, but Gorou can still see the sharp jut of his hipbone and the curve of his behind. He spreads his legs, leaning back, hooking an arm underneath his knee to make his want clear.
Itto is staring again, his mouth parted slightly. "Fuck, I love you. Like, I know that you're feeling all sorts of down, but I love you as you are. That's why I love you."
Gorou's chest hitches at that. "I'm… Itto, I know that," he says softly, reaching up and pulling Itto close. Itto buries his nose in his neck, and Gorou sighs, petting through his thick hair. "It's just hard, getting old, I think."
Itto chuckles, kissing the juncture of his neck, dragging those dangerous fangs across his skin. He takes it slow as he presses his cock in. Itto uses way too much oil and is way too gentle. Gorou drags his nails down his back, urging him to move faster, wanting to feel that stinging pressure as he settles deep—but Itto keeps himself steady until he's fully seated.
"Gods," hisses Gorou, his nostrils flaring as he arches against his husband.
"Damn," says Itto, moaning against his skin, inhaling deeply. "You always feel so good. So tight for me."
"That's—" Oh, that's embarrassing. Gorou feels the way that his cheeks burn pink, and Itto laughs at him.
Itto moves then, pulling out until the tip of his cock is left. Gorou whines at the drag, and keens when he presses back in, legs tightening around Itto's waist. "Finally, fuck—"
It is a delicious sort of drag that pulls at him as Itto fucks into Gorou with a measured and even pace. His thick cock pulls at his rim, and every thrust brushes right against his prostate. "Itto," he whines, gripping at Itto's bulging biceps, fingers digging in. "I'm—oh, Archons."
"And to think you thought I still wouldn't like this. You worried that I'd lose interest." Itto leans back, reaching between them, pressing Gorou's thigh back to watch as he fucks into him.
The angle changes and Gorou cries out. His fingers curl into the sheets and his toes curl. Itto's cock feels almost too big, too deep in his guts, almost to the point of feeling it in his throat. Itto thumbs across his hole where it's stretched to its limits around his dick.
Gorou clenches, whining as he melts into the sheets. Pleasure churns in his gut, every stroke of Itto's cock stocking the fire more and more. "So big," he murmurs, his voice punched, "Gods, you're so—there, there, don't stop."
Itto hikes Gorou's thighs higher, fucking into him deeper. "I know I say a lot of dumb shit—"
"Itto—"
"But, fuck, marrying you was the best choice. You're as perfect as they come."
"Itto."
He said he'd take care of Gorou, show him just how much he loves him. Itto wraps a hand around Gorou's cock, stroking it as he thrusts into him languidly. Gorou practically howls, unable to look away from Itto's debauched, half-lidded gaze.
"Yeah, you're—shit. I'm not going to—Looks like Numero Uno Itto is close to—"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence and ruin the Celestia-damned mood." Flimsy words for a man who's about to come all over Itto's cock. Gorou's eyes slipped closed and he bites at his lip, moaning wantonly as Itto's hips slap against his ass.
It's filthy, the way that Itto's cock bullies its way inside him. The drag of his dick as it pulls against his insides, and the way that Gorou can swear he sees his stomach bulge. As if he reads his mind, Itto presses his hand against the skin there, just underneath Gorou's belly button, feeling the press of his cock with every slick glide in.
Gorou comes first, tumbling over the edge as that burning coil in his gut goes taut. He cries out Itto's name, tensing and tightening around him. Itto fucks him through it, knowing that he likes the overstimulation. Tears prick at the corners of Gorou's eyes. He bites at his lips, fangs nicking the skin there.
"Look at you," says Itto. "More handsome than even the best beetle for—"
"Just shut up and don't stop."
Itto doesn't shut up, practically shouting something equally dumb as he presses his cock in as deep as it can go, painting Gorou's insides white as he comes. Gorou laughs at the absurdity of it, hiding his fond smile in the crook of his elbow.
The room is heady with the scent of sex. Gorou lays boneless in the bed, sighing in satisfaction. Itto pulls his cock out, staring at his fucked out rim, using his thumb to press his come back in. "Would you say that I've primed you for more compliments? That I should baste you with more praise—Ow."
Gorou manages to find the strength to slap Itto with a pillow.
Itto flops against the back, cracking his spine. "Really, you should thank me for bending you over like that. You aren't the only one getting old."
Gorou props his chin up on a palm. "Whatever happened to just taking care of me? Wasn't the point to remind me that I'm just as handsome as in our youth?"
Itto reaches out and boops his nose. "And you are. At the same time, I think that I overexerted myself and ye olde muscles are now protesting. My old bones might need a nap."
"Idiot," says Gorou affectionately, scooting closer and pressing into Itto's side.
"Well, I can't say no to some cuddling." Itto presses a gentle kiss to Gorou's forehead.
"Shut up and take your nap. I want my way with you again later."
"Oh? Will you take care of me, then? Breathe some life into these dusty old guns?"
Gorou chuckles, nuzzling against Itto's chest. "If you behave."
Itto behaves, falling quiet as he settles into the sheets. It's easy to drift off, Gorou's thoughts hazy in the aftermath of their bliss. His husband might be an idiot, but at least it's only half of the time.