The apartment was dim, lit only by the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, casting soft flickers across the cozy living room. The low hum of the PlayStation 5 filled the air along with the frantic clicks of a controller. Yamamoto Sekai was deep in it—brows furrowed, lip caught between teeth, posture slightly hunched forward on the edge of the couch. He didn’t even notice the sound of the front door unlocking, nor the quiet shuffle of exhausted feet stepping inside.
Sato Taiki dropped his bag with a sigh, shoulder slumping as the door clicked shut behind him. His hair was damp with the mist of the rain outside, his jacket soaked through and sticking slightly to his frame. He peeled it off slowly, blinking at the familiar silence. No welcome home, no glance, no smile. Just the sounds of battle on the screen.
His eyes flicked toward Sekai, who hadn’t moved an inch.
Of course. Another gaming night.
The tightness behind Taiki’s eyes worsened—not just from fatigue, but from something deeper, warmer, achier. He had spent all day on set, filming under hot lights, smiling when his body begged for rest. He had thought of Sekai every hour, imagined collapsing into the other’s arms, fingers combing through his hair, maybe even a warm bath drawn just for him. He hadn’t expected… this.
No words. No reaction. Just the game.
Still, Taiki didn’t speak. He didn’t want to seem like he was whining.
Instead, he slipped quietly down the hallway and into the bathroom. He soaked in the bath for what felt like forever, trying to wash away the ache. His body relaxed, but his heart remained stubbornly tight.
When he finally stepped out, he didn’t reach for his own clothes. He wanted comfort—and more than that, he wanted attention.
So he opened the dresser and tugged on one of Sekai’s shirts.
It’s funny how he and Sekai didn’t really have much height difference, yet Sekai was bigger than him. Most likely it was because Sekai had broader shoulders and bigger body than him. It was truly annoying since he did all the strength training for years, only to be beaten by loser otaku who barely worked out.
The shirt was, as expected, large on him. It was draping down to his thighs, covering his short pants, the sleeves hanging past his hands. But there was something strangely delicious about the way it smelled like Sekai. Taiki let the fabric fall naturally over his bare skin, cool air kissing the stretch of his thighs. He padded out quietly, barefoot, and peeked around the corner.
Sekai was still there. Same position. Same game.
Taiki pouted. It was rare for him to be clingy, but tonight... he just wanted to be held.
“Sekai-san…” he called softly.
Nothing.
He tried again, voice a little louder. “Sekai-san.”
Still no response. Just a grunt and some intense button mashing.
Alright, that’s it.
Taiki walked toward him deliberately, the soft cotton of the oversized shirt swaying with every step. He climbed onto the couch without asking, straddling Sekai’s lap smoothly and settling down, legs on either side of his thighs.
That got a reaction.
Sekai flinched slightly, hands still on the controller, but his eyes flicked down for just a second. They widened quickly before he looked back at the screen, ears going faintly pink.
“Taiki,” he muttered, trying to act calm even though the way Taiki’s thighs brushed against his own was not helping his concentration. “I’m in the middle of a boss fight.”
Taiki tilted his head, all innocent. “Mmm? You’re the one who left your lap free.”
Sekai clicked his tongue, jaw tightening as he fought through a final sequence. “You’re distracting—”
“That’s the point,” Taiki said with a slow smile.
His arms slid around Sekai’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he leaned in, squeezing the PS5 controller between their stomach. Taiki pressed his cheek against Sekai’s neck and sighed. He was warm, freshly bathed, smelling faintly of body wash.
Sekai swallowed hard.
Taiki stayed there for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent, brushing his nose gently against the underside of Sekai’s jaw. He nuzzled, deliberately soft, deliberately sweet. Then, with the softest voice, “I missed you today, Teacher.”
Sekai’s grip on the controller loosened for a moment, his character taking a hit.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath.
Taiki grinned. “That’s all you got to say after your lover said I miss you?”
“I’m gonna die.”
“Me too. From loneliness.”
That did it.
Sekai finally paused the game, controller falling to the side as he slumped back against the couch. He sighed, long and deep, then tilted his head to meet Taiki’s gaze. Their eyes locked.
“You’re wearing my shirt.”
“Obviously.”
“It’s…” Sekai’s voice faltered slightly. “Big on you.”
“Exactly my point.”
There was something in Taiki’s smile now—sly, knowing, teasing. He shifted on Sekai’s lap, just enough to make the other tense. “You didn’t even say welcome home.”
Sekai groaned, letting his head fall back against the cushion. “I suck.”
“Yes,” Taiki said, poking his chest with a small pout. “You do. But I still want your attention.”
Sekai stared at him, finally really seeing him—flushed cheeks, damp hair, soft skin glowing from the bath, drowning in his oversized shirt, looking like something out of a dream. The combination of innocence, temptation and quiet demand, struck Sekai straight through the chest.
“…You have it now,” he said, voice low.
“Good,” Taiki whispered.
He leaned in.
Their lips met softly at first—just a brush. Sekai’s hands found Taiki’s hips instinctively, fingers flexing against the smooth fabric of his shirt. The kiss deepened slowly, teasingly, Taiki tilting his head, inviting more. Sekai responded, his hands tightening as he pulled him closer, their bodies pressing flush.
Taiki sighed into the kiss, feeling warm, content and a little dizzy. He had missed this. The feeling of Sekai’s lips, firm and sure, the way his hands held him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Their mouths moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Exploring, savoring, like a conversation without words.
Sekai pulled back just slightly, lips brushing Taiki’s as he murmured, “You taste like peppermint.”
Taiki smiled. “You taste like guilt.”
A laugh bubbled out of Sekai, deep and sheepish. “Okay, I deserved that.”
Taiki bit his bottom lip, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “You can make it up to me.”
Sekai’s eyes darkened just a little, his hands sliding lower to squeeze at Taiki’s thighs. “Oh?”
He leaned in, capturing Taiki’s mouth again. Taiki melted, threading his fingers through Sekai’s hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. Their kisses were unhurried but intense, building with every second. Taiki shifted his hips again, deliberately teasing, and Sekai’s breath hitched.
“You’re cruel,” Sekai whispered against his lips.
“You forgot me,” Taiki whispered back, and in his voice was a mix of teasing and real vulnerability.
Sekai cupped his face, thumb brushing under his eye. “I’m sorry, Taiki.”
The words were soft, sincere, and they made Taiki’s chest ache in the best way. He pressed their foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut. “Just don’t do it too often. I actually hate coming home and feeling like a stranger.”
“You’re not a stranger,” Sekai said, arms wrapping fully around him now, protective and warm. “You’re the one thing I never want to forget.”
Taiki blushed, hiding his face in Sekai’s neck. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I learned from the best.”
They laughed softly, tangled together on the couch. The game screen had long since gone idle, and Sekai didn’t even glance at it. All his focus was on the boy in his lap, wearing his shirt like he belonged to him.
Well, Taiki did belong to him.
Sekai’s hands moved slowly under the oversized shirt Taiki wore, palms warm as they traced the curve of his back. His mouth traced Taiki’s neck and collarbone slowly like he was mapping them. Each touch was deliberate, a silent apology, a wordless promise. Taiki shivered under the attention, burying his face against Sekai’s neck to muffle a sigh. The shirt shifted as Sekai’s hands slid upward, brushing along Taiki’s sides with a gentleness that made his breath hitch.
“You’re trembling,” Sekai whispered, his voice husky but soft.
“Y-you’re warm,” Taiki murmured, a hint of shyness lacing his tone despite the situation. “And I’ve missed your touch.”
Sekai tilted his head, brushing his lips against the shell of Taiki’s ear. “I’m here now,” he murmured, his breath hot and teasing. “You’ve got all of me.”
Taiki leaned back slightly, their eyes meeting. The intensity in Sekai’s gaze was enough to steal his breath—dark, focused, full of unspoken affection and something deeper. Sekai’s hands found Taiki’s hips again, pulling him closer, the shirt riding up just enough to reveal the bare skin of his thighs.
“Every time I see you like this,” Sekai said, voice low, “I don’t know how I kept my hands off you before.”
Taiki flushed, his hands resting against Sekai’s chest as he smiled softly. “Maybe because I don’t usually climb into your lap uninvited?”
“True,” Sekai admitted with a small smirk. “But you should do it often from now on.”
Their lips met again, this time with a hunger that hadn’t been there before—a steady build from the lazy kisses of earlier. Sekai tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hand sliding to cradle the back of Taiki’s neck. Taiki responded eagerly, his fingers curling into Sekai’s shirt as he pressed closer, letting their bodies mold together.
After for like an eternity of kissing and touching each other, Taiki finally pulled back slightly. He brushed Sekai’s bangs out of his eyes. “Can I stay like this for a bit more?”
“You can stay like this forever.” Sekai watched him fondly with unwavering eyes.
Taiki giggled shyly, his face red. “Mmm… let’s start with the night.”
“Okay.”
Taiki pressed himself on Sekai’s neck again, hugging him like a koala. Sekai stroke his back slowly, while kissing his cheeks. They were in a comfortable silence for a while before Sekai remembered his unfinished game. So he picked up the controller again, set the music on mute and continued the boss fight.
Sekai was smiling the entire game, feeling so lucky because he’s surrounded by the things he loved. His game in front of him, and his sleepy lover in his arms.