"It's been a long time since we've done this."

"Yeah… it feels great."

Hiroki yawned and laid his head down on Nowaki's dampened chest.

"Don't fall asleep, or you'll drown," Nowaki joked, playfully scooping up a handful of bath bubbles and molding it into a sculpture on Hiroki's head.

"If I drown, I'll kill you. So don't let go."

"'kay."

After waking up from their nap, Nowaki and Hiroki had hankerings for hot water and bubbles. They had quickly found themselves piled into the large bathtub, immersed in bubbles and warmth. Nowaki was nestled in one of the angled benches of the bath, with Hiroki sat atop his lap.

"We need to plan the wedding," Nowaki said after a short silence. Hiroki glanced up at Nowaki. He pinched his lips together.

"Mm… maybe we should wait awhile."

Nowaki stared at Hiroki for a few moments, then smiled sadly.

"Why?"

Hiroki looked up at his fiancé and frowned.

"I don't know… I guess I feel old? Or maybe I'm sad because there won't be any more steps for us to take in our relationship after that."

"Oh," Nowaki said, understanding replacing the upset look on his face. "Hiro-san, that won't be the end of us. We have a baby girl with us now. We'll be there to take all of the steps of her life with her. We're not out of big steps to take just yet. I mean… we've still got the honeymoon, Fuyumi's first birthday, Fuyumi's first birthday party, her… everything. And we might even have another baby. So don't worry. We've got a long way to go before we can consider ourselves 'old'."

Hiroki looked away, furrowing his eyebrows.

"But one day… one day we will be old."

Hiroki looked up at Nowaki once more and put a hand on his chest.

"And one day, we won't… be here anymore."

"Don't say things like that!" Nowaki hissed, his eyebrows knitting and his hold on Hiroki tightening. Hiroki hunched his shoulders guiltily.

"Sorry."

"No… it's fine. I'm sorry... It's a perfectly reasonable topic to bring up, but…" Nowaki trailed off, looking up towards the ceiling for a moment. "Hiro-san, you're only thirty, and I'm only twenty-six. You're thinking about these things about seventy years too early."

"Sorry, the old man mentality is starting to set in," Hiroki said, blushing a little. He frowned. "Did I upset you?"

"Yes, but I'm not upset at you. I don't ever want to think about those sorts of things. I'm a man of the present, so I'd like to enjoy each and every day without worrying about when we're going to die. You're really not that old at all, Hiro-san. You don't have to worry about death at all just yet. But… if you insist…"

Nowaki took up Hiroki's hand and kissed its palm.

"I'll be there for that, too. When… when we're about to pass away, I'll definitely be there."

Nowaki shifted in discomfort at his words, furrowing his brows.

"What if you die first?"

"We'll die within the same half hour of each other," Nowaki said without hesitation, glancing up at Hiroki. "I couldn't live without you, and as much as you'd like to deny it, I don't think you could either."

Hiroki blushed, not saying a word to deny Nowaki's statement.

"Now, can we stop talking about this, please? Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach," Nowaki said, chuckling a bit awkwardly.

"Okay, okay… um… puppies and chocolate milk and rainbows," Hiroki said, sticking out his lip and pecking Nowaki's chest apologetically.

"Mm?" Nowaki questioned, smiling gently.

"And kisses," Hiroki murmured. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Nowaki's. Nowaki responded enthusiastically, his arms naturally finding themselves wrapped around Hiroki's back.

"Nn," Nowaki hummed contentedly. Hiroki's feet rose out of the water of the bath, his ankles crossing as he scooted farther up Nowaki's body. He clutched Nowaki's shoulders and tilted his head, accepting his fiancé's tongue as it came. A hand snaked in between their bodies, grasping both Hiroki's and Nowaki's members and rubbing them together.

"Mmah!" Hiroki gasped, wrenching his lips away from Nowaki's and throwing his head back. He rolled his hips as his feet dropped back into the water.

"Does it feel good, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked softly, his voice a little strained.

"Ah… mm!" Hiroki whimpered, trembling violently on top of his fiancé. He clenched his fists and pressed his forehead against Nowaki's chest, moving his hips in time to each stroke. Another hand reached around to sneak in between the globes of Hiroki's bottom, slender fingertips prodding at his entrance.

"Hiro-san…" Nowaki breathed into Hiroki's ear. Their breathing quickened as they felt familiar knots of heat coiling in the pits of their bellies.

"I'm coming," Hiroki croaked, pinching his lips together and biting back a high-pitched moan. "N-Nowaki… coming… I'm coming!"

Hiroki let out three rapid breaths before letting out a squeal as his seed shot out into the bath water. He clawed at Nowaki's chest, earning a hiss of desire. A moment later, Nowaki shuddered and bucked his hips as he too came.

"Ohh," Hiroki sighed in content, melting on top of his fiancé.

"…Wanna do it again?" Nowaki asked between little pants for air.

"…Yeah."


"Hey, cut that out," Hiroki demanded, looking over his shoulder and sticking his tongue out at Nowaki. His jeans were halfway up his thighs, but as he had been getting dressed, he had gotten a text from Miyagi. While answering, Nowaki had repeatedly snapped Hiroki's panties-clad bottom with his dampened towel. Hiroki yelped as there was a loud crack and his bottom stung. He whirled around furiously. "I said quit it!"

"Hehe," Nowaki giggled, obediently returning his towel to the top of his head so he could resume drying his hair. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a black tank top for lounging. His duffel bag full of his luggage was still in the corner of the bedroom, both Hiroki and Nowaki feeling too lazy to bother putting the clothes away in the dresser.

"Hey, wanna go out for dinner tonight? Miyagi wants to invite us out to dinner with Alrik and his wife for a welcome-to-Sweden party for you. He said that he's taking the kids," Hiroki said, turning around partway to show Nowaki the text. Nowaki raised an eyebrow and perched on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs to crack his toes.

"Aww, they didn't have to do that. But I'd love to go out to eat," Nowaki said, rolling his big toe before bending it forward to crack it. Hiroki grimaced.

"Stop that, it's gross, and you're going to give yourself arthritis."

"These feet have a lot of weight to carry," Nowaki said, gesturing to himself. "And cracking joints can't give you arthritis, Hiro-san."

"Pff," Hiroki huffed. "Well, don't do it anymore. It's still gross."

Nowaki paused before experimentally cracking his pinky toe.

"Nowaki!"

"Sorry, I'm not going to take you seriously until you pull your pants up," Nowaki snickered, flopping back on the bed and covering his face with his damp towel. Hiroki puffed his cheeks up irritably and held his phone in his teeth as he reached down to pull up his pants.

"You're a little brat, you know that?" Hiroki asked. He walked up to Nowaki and pinched his thigh. Nowaki threw his towel off of his face. Hiroki pinched him again.

"Hey, stop pinching me!"

"Nope, you deserve it."

"For cracking my toes?"

"No, just for being an idiot."

Nowaki laughed and sat up abruptly to grab Hiroki's waist and tilt his head back in an invitation for an Eskimo kiss. They rubbed their noses together, smiling. Hiroki's phone vibrated and he looked at it.

"Hm…?" he hummed questioningly, letting Nowaki snuggle with him thoroughly, hugging him tightly to his chest. Hiroki texted over his head.

"What is it?" Nowaki asked.

"Miyagi wants me to come downtown early," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"He didn't say. He's picking me up in fifteen minutes. He told me to tell you that Alrik's going to pick you up with Shinobu and the kids in a couple hours."

"What do you think Miyagi's up to?"

"I don't know, but I'd bet you anything that it has something to do with perverted old man sex."