Upon entering the older man's apartment (the younger was entirely unsure how he got talked into this again), they dropped their bags in the entryway, kicking off their shoes in the process. Masamune padded through the living room, his arms stretching lazily above his head. Somewhat reluctantly, Ritsu followed and took his spot on the couch beside him. An arm fell over his shoulders, the other wrapping around his waist, and a head burrowed into the crook of his neck. Instinctively, he lifted his hand to cup the other man's cheek.
Things were different here. Different than they used to be. At work, they still kept their distance. Their behaviors remaining overall the same as they used to be. At home, they got closer by the day. Touches wouldn't make Ritsu flinch away, he wouldn't avoid a kiss or a hug, he spent more and more time at his boss' apartment than he ever believed he would. Recently, they were even talking about moving in together during a short dance in the kitchen.
What had he become? A man deeply in love, that's what.
A tug at his waist pulled Ritsu from his thoughts and back into the present. A hand spread over his stomach and the other pulled him closer to the man next to him.
Masamune gently lifted his subordinate's chin and kissed him, deep and slow.
Surprisingly, not only did Ritsu accept and lean into the kiss, but he used his tongue to graze the other's lip, applying light pressure to urge Masamune to open his mouth. In response to the gesture, a tongue met his and began its battle for dominance.
Lips crushed together, the two men fell back onto the couch, Masamune holding his body barely above Ritsu's. His hand slipped under the younger man's shirt and grazed his hips causing him to writhe beneath the raven's hands. To calm himself, Ritsu wrapped his arms around Masamune's neck and slipped his hand into his hair, earning a growl in response.
He was impressed, honestly, that he had the ability to command the giant devil with just a touch. How he would bend and bow to whatever he wished when they were in positions like this. Granted, he would do the same for his lover, despite what he would let on.
Masamune's hand slipped to the band of Ritsu's jeans, slowly undoing the button, the light fabric of the other man's shirt caressing the back of his hand gently. The pale skin of his lover felt soft beneath his fingertips and all he wanted was to press his lips to every inch of it.
A quiet buzzing pulled them from the moment, both breathless and panting.
Irritated, Masamune checked the caller ID before huffing angrily and answering the call. Sure enough, the author that so conveniently decided to ignore them earlier had made the decision to call back at possibly the worst time they could have chosen. Masamune would be less angry if he had been woken from a dead sleep.
"You're fired. We're not doing any work for you," he spit before ending the call and tossing the phone back onto the coffee table. Despite Ritsu's concern that his anger would seep over into their moment, the older man placed a tender kiss to his shoulder before wrapping his arms around him and heaving them both off the couch.
"Takano-san! You're going to hurt yourself doing that!" Ritsu whisper yelled, briefly recalling that there was a neighbor on at least one side of them.
"So be it. I'll stop when I'm dead," the raven chuckled, holding his lover close and carefully making his way down the hall.
The bedroom door shut and Ritsu is pretty sure that neighbor heard everything that happened afterwards