Disclaimer: Deka is not mine
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"Sheesh... good thing the uniform covers almost everything. Otherwise I'd have a lot of explaining to do."
Ban let out an uneasy breath as he studied his refection. He had received (and given) his fair share of love-bites, but this was ridiculous. "It's like my neck is one big bruise!" And it wasn't just his neck. If he twisted his body, he could see the angry red scratch marks that currently decorated his back. "I wonder if partner's always going to be this passionate in bed."
That was an understatement. He remembered the pain of Hoji raking his fingernails across his back, kissing him greedily, desperately in those final frenzied moments... lost in the memories of last night, Ban's fingers went to his lips, as if he could somehow still feel the kiss.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and put on his undershirt. He had work in a few minutes; fantasizing about his partner would have to wait until later. Ban gave his neck one last look over. His jacket would hide what Hoji had done, but picking out clothes for when he was off duty the next few days was going to be a pain in the ass.
But those bites and scratches were also proof that he hadn't just dreamt the entire thing (he had woken up alone, his partner must've snuck off to work early, big surprise there, it wasn't until he stumbled into the bathroom that he remembered with startling clarity what had happened). And if he ever wanted proof of how Hoji felt about him, all he'd have to do was take a look in a mirror.
"I'll just have to get him back tonight," Ban smiled at his reflection as he shrugged on his jacket after spiking his hair to perfection and headed out to work.