SouRin Prompt: Sousuke coming home to Rin after a long day. Your call on nsfw or sfw. Either would be okay.
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A loud sigh escaped Sousuke as he dropped his keys on the counter. It was nights like these that he tried his best to keep rare. His head ached from all the rescheduling and number crunching, and not to mention, his back and legs were sore from having to sit behind his desk and talk to clients all day. With the Winter nationals coming up, it couldn’t be avoided. At least, he was able to get Rin’s calendar and documents settled first.
The lights in the bedroom were open, revealing the tactics that Rin used to try and keep himself awake: a book upside-down and half-opened, an empty coffee mug on the bedside table, and half a glass of milk. A smile formed on Sousuke’s face. It was funny. Tiring nights like these, he hated, but coming home from them left an inexplicably light feeling in his chest.
Sousuke stripped down to his boxers and joined his partner under the covers. Rin would kill him if he knew he went to bed without showering first.
“But you won’t find out ‘till morning, huh?”
Rin’s mouth was slightly open with drool trickling from the corner and onto the pillow he was hugging. Sousuke wiped the moisture off with his finger. His hand lingered around Rin’s cheek, and he allowed himself to stroke his pale skin. He was sure if Rin was awake, they would be bright red. It wasn’t often Sousuke was able to get Rin so close to him without one of their heartbeats racing. Tonight, Sousuke’s fingers were steady, and Rin’s body under the covers pulsed a constant rhythm.
Groggy, auburn eyes found Sousuke.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
Rin lifted his head a little to wipe the rest of the saliva Sousuke had missed. He knitted his eyebrows. “Your hand’s cold,” he mumbled.
Sousuke’s smile grew wider. “Can I have my pillow back?”
“No.” Rin tugged at the pillow in his arms tighter. “You don’t get one as punishment for coming home -” Rin glanced behind him at the alarm clock. “At three in the morning.”
The space between them shortened as Sousuke leaned in closer. “Is there something I could do to make it up to you?” His husky voice came out chopped and tired, but still affectionate.
“Get rid of the pillow,” he whispered into Sousuke’s ear.
Sousuke slid the pillow from the other’s arms, bringing Rin into his own so that his arm now served as a cushion.
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
From under his chin, Sousuke felt Rin shake his head.
“I don’t mind - as long as you come home to me at the end,” Rin admitted. A warmth spread throughout his body. Rin wasn’t sure if it was from the confession or from having another body intertwined with his.
A chuckle reverberated in his ear. He loved hearing his laugh, he thought.
“Whatever.” Rin dug his head further in the crevices between them. The agency building had a few private bedrooms for athletes who needed to stay over. Sousuke could fall asleep anywhere, and he had the keys to those rooms, and Rin knew how exhausted he must be, yet he still made the hour travel home.
“Go to sleep,” he ordered him.
“Yes, sir.”
“And when you wake up . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Make me breakfast.”
Another laugh. “Of course.”