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writetomyheart2014-02-26 12:40 pm
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[Team 1] Kiss Awake
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Insane.
That was the best way to describe the kitchens throughout the entire week and Totsuka was ready to beat half his staff to death with a frying pan. He wouldn’t, if only because he understood how much pressure they were put under whenever the festivals came around and their halls were flooded with visiting royalty and nobility.
“No, no, the cheese is for tomorrow,” he said, shoving Hashimoto back to the cellars. “Aya’s going to need the apples if we want to get all those pies baked on time. Someone fetch Non-chan , he needs to deliver all of this to the council chambers for Kitayama. Erika! These need to be sent to the infirmary, now.”
The buzz of the kitchens grew even louder as everyone tried their best to get things done in a timely manner, though one corner housed a couple of stable boys nipping in for breakfast. Totsuke kept an eye on it all as he finished assembling the trays meant for the royal family. The trays for the king, queen, and princess quickly vanished, but when it came to the one and only prince Tomoyuki, heir to the throne…
“Oi, Tatsumi!” Totsuka shouted across the din. “You go take this up.”
“What?” Tatsumi said, even as he weaved his way through the kitchens to Totsuka. “I’m in the stables, I don’t do this stuff.” He was complaining, but in that overly childish tone that was never meant to be taken seriously.
“That never stopped Ryouta,” Totsuka said with a snort. “And seeing as we all know where he is, you might as well be the one.”
“How is that my fault,” Tatsumi mock-pouted, scooping up the tray. Totsuka snatched up a cleaning cloth and smacked him on the ass on the way out.
Tatsumi made his way through the servants’ corridor up to where the Prince’s suite was. Balancing the tray on his hip, he rapped his knuckles on the door. “Your Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighness~,” he sang through the wood.
There came a laugh and Tomoyuki called out. “Come in!”
As the door swung open, Tatsumi found Tomoyuki pouring over parchments in front of the fire. He was dressed in a loose tunic and breeches, with a robe tossed on over it, but it didn’t look like it had been long since he’d gotten out of bed.
“Late night?” he asked as he slid the tray onto the nearest table, stealing one of the seasoned biscuits before plopping himself down into another chair.
“Yes, though in none of the fun ways,” grumbled the prince. “We had so many last minute reports and requests that we were up half the night. I’ve half a mind to climb back into bed, but I can’t until these are finalized and Father’s advisors have some other business to deal with.”
Humming in sympathy, Tatsumi craned his head back, trying to peek into the bedroom. “Is he here?”
“Of course he is,” Tomoyuki said, frowning. “Where else would he be?”
There was no answer to that, because it was a silly question. While Ryouta wasn’t particularly allowed to attend Tomoyuki’s councils or such, nor did anyone acknowledge him outright as the prince’s lover, they were almost always within close proximity to each other. Making up for that lost year and all the wasted time before that, Tatsumi supposed, though at least Ryouta still came to the stables every day, helping out as though he was still considered just a stable boy.
“I didn’t want to wake him though,” Tomoyuki added ruefully. “He stayed up waiting for me and everything.”
Tatsumi watched him for a moment, smiling as Tomoyuki twisted around to look at the bedroom as well, a tenderness in his face that was always for Ryouta.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he said, nodding towards the stack of parchment. “Don’t wait too long to get Ryouta to eat though, these are best hot.” With a wave of the biscuit, Tatsumi excused himself, leaving Tomoyuki and the slumbering Ryouta alone.
Once the door closed, Tomoyuki got himself up, passing the tray on his way to the bedroom – they’d only end up making a mess if he brought it with him.
Ryouta sprawled across half the bed, covers still pulled high, baring only a shoulder, with Ryouta’s hair curling delicately along his neck.
It was the best thing, and Tomoyuki didn’t understand how he’d gone so long without having Ryouta right there next to him, being there when Tomoyuki awoke, belonging so perfectly in his bed. Sometimes Tomoyuki still marveled at the ability to hold Ryouta, dazzling, crazy Ryouta, to feel his chest beat more quickly at Ryouta’s nearness, and know that Ryouta loved him too.
It was the best thing.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yara pressed a kiss to Ryouta’s shoulder, working his way slowly up, nuzzling into his neck, nipping at his jawline. Ryouta let out a small groan, shifting as he began waking up and Tomoyuki watched, waiting until Ryouta’s eyes fluttered open to kiss him on the lips.
Ryouta sighed, eyes sliding shut, a hand lazily curling into Tomoyuki’s shirt to tug him closer.
“Morning,” Tomoyuki whispered, stroking his fingers through Ryouta’s hair. “Did you sleep well?”
“Fine,” Ryouta mumbled, smiling up at him. “You were so late though, last night.”
“I did tell you that might happen,” laughed the prince as Ryouta curled towards him, resting himself against Tomoyuki.
“Let’s not get up just now then,” Ryouta said, playing with the neckline of Tomoyuki’s tunic, before very deliberately tracing his fingers down the man’s chest.
“Ryouta,” Tomoyuki groaned in frustration, because there was nothing he wanted more, but he actually needed to be ready and he just couldn’t.
… Except now Ryouta had traded his finger for his tongue and oh, okay, maybe Tomoyuki was reconsidering it.
“We could be quick,” Ryouta said, grinning up at Tomoyuki like he thought he was so clever.
“… I doubt it,” Yara said, shaking his head and laughing as he rolled onto the bed, tugging Ryouta up on top of him as they kissed.
It was worth getting yelled at later.
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