I love you very mochi
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learashiTitle: I love you very mochi
Pairing(s): Miyama Hiroto/Sakurai Sho (Matsumoto Jun/Sakurai Sho)
Genres: ABO, fluff
Rating: G
Summary: After a tiring day, Miyama is looking forward to a quiet evening, but when he arrives home things don't go quite to plan.
Notes: Happy birthday Jun. Maybe you can wear the hat Sho gave you in celebration of your special day.
As he stepped out of the elevator, Miyama sensed that something was different. He looked around cautiously, but could see nothing out of the ordinary.
He adjusted his backpack and began walking slowly up the corridor, dragging his feet slightly. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to cooking a simple dinner and collapsing into his nest for a few hours, before checking his notes in preparation for tomorrow.
As he approached his door, Miyama's skin prickled, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but something felt wrong.
Miyama paused with his hand on the doorknob and sniffed deeply. He could smell that Sho was already inside their apartment, but his mate's scent was muddied by another unexpected odour.
He hastily kicked off his shoes and dashed through the living room. "Sho, what are you doing?"
Sho popped his head out of the kitchen. "I knew that you would be tired, so I’m cooking you a nice dinner."
"You, the alpha, are cooking for me?" Miyama's look at Sho with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
Sho sighed. "Just because I'm your alpha, it doesn't mean that I can’t cook for you."
"It's not the alpha part which concerns me. It's your lack of cooking skills," Miyama replied with a frown. "You aren't hurting my kitchen, are you?"
"Would I dare?" Sho took hold of Miyama's tie and pulled him close enough to nuzzle his neck.
Unconvinced by Sho's attempt at distraction, Miyama tried to duck past him to the kitchen to see for himself.
But when he stepped left, Sho stepped right, blocking him.
Miyama frowned and stepped to his right, and once again Sho stepped in front of him.
They continued this awkward dance for a few more times, before Miyama decided that a change in tactics was in order. He shrugged off his backpack and yawned. "You're right. I really could do with a few minutes to de-stress in my nest."
Sho looked relieved and relaxed his blocking stance. "Thank goodness you've seen sense at last."
Determined to reach the kitchen, Miyama took advantage of Sho’s relaxed state and darted around him in a last ditch attempt to see what Sho was doing. He managed to make it three steps closer to his goal before Sho grabbed him from behind.
Miyama tried to wriggle free from Sho’s grasp, but his movement only succeeded in toppling the pair of them in a slow fall.
Sho quickly placed his hand behind Miyama's head to prevent the back of his skull from cracking against the polished timber floor. Sho ended up on top of his mate, propped up on his elbows so that his weight wasn't resting fully on Miyama's torso.Their lips were a hairbreadth away from touching in an unintended kiss. Sho’s eyes grew dark as he gazed down at Miyama, who felt so warm and pliant beneath him. It was tempting to take advantage of the situation, but Sho still needed to make sure that Miyama stopped trying to take over the cooking and got some rest. "Careful Hiroto. You could’ve been hurt."
"Pfft. I'm fine." Miyama immediately attempted to shimmy out from beneath Sho and make a break for the kitchen. When that didn't work, he bucked his hips up in an attempt to dislodge him.
Sho clung tightly to Miyama, and they rolled around on the floor together. Miyama growled under his breath and flipped Sho over onto his back. Sho’s eyes widened in surprise as Miyama gazed down at him. Taking advantage of Sho’s off guard moment, Miyama scrambled to the side, and made it up onto his knees before Sho grabbed him around the waist and draggged him back down to the floor.
This time Sho was the one who growled, as Miyama attempted to break free. His alpha had reached the limit of his patience. He clamped his fingers firmly down on Miyama’s nape and pressed him down with his body weight.
Miyama’s struggle ceased, but his body was still stiff until Sho tightened his grip, turning him into a limp puddle of omega.
It was rare for Sho to assert himself in this way, but he was determined to win this battle. "Give up?"
"Yes." Miyama's reply was soft and his words slurred.
Sho released his hold and Miyama straightened his limbs before allowing Sho to help him up. Sho held him close and stroked his back. "I'm sorry for going all alpha on you, but it's for your benefit."
"I’m sorry too. Suppressing my omega at work has become such a habit, it makes it hard to stop sometimes when I get home," Miyama said softly. As he clung to Sho and breathed in his scent, his stomach rumbled loudly.
Sho smiled against the side of Miyama’s neck. “I can bring you a little snack to tide you over until the pasta is ready. That’s if you trust me enough to do it without wrecking the kitchen.”
“Of course I trust you.” Miyama looked offended at the suggestion, but couldn't resist adding, “I’m just not sure if my new induction cooktop does.”
“Let me check how the oven feels about it,” Sho replied with a smile, and headed to the kitchen.
Miyama waited impatiently as he listened to Sho crashing around in the kitchen. He removed his tie and ran it through his fingers to soothe his nerves.
Sho emerged a couple of minutes later carrying a warm slice of bread crust which had been toasted and spread with butter. The crust was perfectly golden and the butter melted into the cut side. He held it out to Miyama. “I’m making garlic bread, and this was leftover.”
Miyama took it gingerly and gave it a cautious sniff.
“Don't worry. I didn’t bake it myself. I bought the bread from your favorite bakery.”
The bread was delicious and Miyama hummed happily after the first bite. "You've won me over. Instead of wrestling with you, I shall now follow the path of yeast resistance." He bestowed a buttery kiss on Sho’s cheek before heading off for a warm shower and a quick nap.
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There was quite a lot of swearing emitted from the kitchen when Miyama emerged from his nest. He pushed up the sleeves of the sweatshirt he had ‘borrowed’ from Sho when they had first started dating. It was thin in places and the cuffs were frayed, but it was his favourite piece of clothing.
He hovered near the kitchen door, but didn’t enter. “Sho? Everything okay there?”
“Fine! I’m fine!” Sho’s voice was slightly strangled. “I had an itchy eye, and I forgot that I shouldn’t touch my face after chopping fresh chili.”
“Rinse it with plenty of water. I can help you…”
Sho popped his head around the door. His left eye was red, and there were two plasters wrapped around his fingers, but he remained determined to finish the meal without help. “Nope. All under control. I left you a glass of your favourite shiraz on the coffee table. Just relax.”
Miyama bit his lower lip to prevent himself from fretting over Sho’s obvious cooking related injuries.
The shooing gestures Sho was making propelled Miyama to the living room where he helped himself to the overly full glass of wine which Sho had left for him.
++++
There were sizzling noises and the odour of burnt garlic, along with another round of swearing from Sho, before the meal was finally ready.
"Aglio e olio," Sho said proudly, as he placed a large bowl of spaghetti down next to the plate of garlic bread on the dining table.
The bread was a little singed around the edges, but it oozed with garlicky butter dotted with flakes of fresh parsley.
Miyama broke off a piece and squinted at it.
"Sorry it's a bit dark. I was distracted while I was testing the pasta." Sho scraped off a singed piece of crust, and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully before giving a satisfied nod. "It's safe to try."
"I didn't say it wasn't." Miyama broke a corner off and popped it into his mouth. The garlic was strong, and it was definitely over cooked, but it was actually quite good.
A slightly smug smile graced Sho’s face as he served up the pasta. It glistened with Miyama's best quality extra virgin olive oil and specks of diced fresh chilli and garlic. It had been a struggle at times (he had the hot oil splatter marks on his wrist as proof of that), but he had followed the recipe precisely, and when he was done it almost looked as good as the photograph on the website. He added a sprinkle of freshly grated parmesan and waited expectantly for Miyama's reaction.
The red metal box which contained Miyama's preferred condiments, seasoning and spices seemed to glare at Sho accusingly from the corner of the table. He tensed as Miyama twirled a strand of spaghetti onto his fork and sampled the result of his hard work.
As the alpha, Sho constantly struggled with his instincts versus the desire to see Miyama succeed in his career. Their mateship had never been one of convention; he was more than happy for Miyama to have a work life where he suppressed his omega instincts.
To maintain the facade though, was exhausting for Miyama, especially in the time close before, and straight after his heats. The current case he was working on was one of the most complicated yet, and Sho had smelled the tiredness on Miyama every evening when he arrived home for almost a week now. This was why it had seemed a good idea at the time to prepare a nice meal for him.
The kitchen, though, was very much Miyama's territory, acting almost as an extension of his nest. It was a quiet space where he could think things through and relax. Everything was arranged just so, and Sho had risked the wrath of his mate by taking the initiative to cook for him.
Sensing Sho’s tension, Miyama chewed with deliberate slowness and kept his face blank.
Unable to wait any longer Sho asked, "Well?"
"Eh?"
Sho pointed to Miyama's plate. "How is it?"
"Eh?" Miyama's eyes sparkled, but his face still gave nothing away.
"The pasta."
Miyama blinked slowly at Sho and twirled another strand of spaghetti. "I am pleased with your choice of serving plate."
++++
The soft glow of scented candles gave the living room an intimate warmth and Miyama purred softly as he snuggled into his favourite corner of the sofa. He tucked his feet up onto the cushion and pulled the sleeves of Sho’s sweatshirt down over his hands.
Sho could sense Miyama's contentment from the kitchen, and rumbled quietly in response as he stacked the last of the dirty plates in the dishwasher.
The scent of lavender calmed Miyama's nerves and the stress of the day leached from his body. His eyes grew heavy and his breathing slowed as he sank deeper into the cushions.
The rattle of crockery on a tray woke Miyama from his doze. He sat up straight and rubbed his eyes.
Sho placed the tray down with exaggerated care. "Sorry Hiroto. I didn't realise that you were asleep."
"I was just resting my eyes," Miyama protested sleepily. He unsuccessfully stifled a yawn and blinked at Sho tiredly.
Sho hid his smile behind the coffee pot as he filled their favourite mugs. Miyama was adorable when he was soft and relaxed like this.
"I hope my cooking was acceptable." Sho handed Miyama a brimming cup of fragrant coffee, and a small plate of sweet red bean daifuku.
“Thanks a latte.” Miyama grinned and wrapped his hands around the mug to warm them. “Everything was more than acceptable. I'd say it even almost qualified as tasty.”
Sho preened a little. “That’s high praise coming from you. So it seems that it was worth the fight to be allowed to make you happy.” He stroked Miyama’s cheek before settling down next to him on their squishy sofa so that they were pressed comfortably against each other. He accepted a daifuku from Miyama with a peck on the cheek. “I love you very mochi.”
Miyama gazed at Sho with stars in his eyes. “You just made a pun. Is this a thing now?”
“No. It’s not a thing,” Sho replied gruffly as he tried to hide the fact that he was blushing, by taking a deep sip of his coffee.
“It’s definitely a thing,” Miyama gloated.
Miyama's cackles of laughter filled the room, until Sho silenced him with a kiss.
Pairing(s): Miyama Hiroto/Sakurai Sho (Matsumoto Jun/Sakurai Sho)
Genres: ABO, fluff
Rating: G
Summary: After a tiring day, Miyama is looking forward to a quiet evening, but when he arrives home things don't go quite to plan.
Notes: Happy birthday Jun. Maybe you can wear the hat Sho gave you in celebration of your special day.
As he stepped out of the elevator, Miyama sensed that something was different. He looked around cautiously, but could see nothing out of the ordinary.
He adjusted his backpack and began walking slowly up the corridor, dragging his feet slightly. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to cooking a simple dinner and collapsing into his nest for a few hours, before checking his notes in preparation for tomorrow.
As he approached his door, Miyama's skin prickled, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but something felt wrong.
Miyama paused with his hand on the doorknob and sniffed deeply. He could smell that Sho was already inside their apartment, but his mate's scent was muddied by another unexpected odour.
He hastily kicked off his shoes and dashed through the living room. "Sho, what are you doing?"
Sho popped his head out of the kitchen. "I knew that you would be tired, so I’m cooking you a nice dinner."
"You, the alpha, are cooking for me?" Miyama's look at Sho with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
Sho sighed. "Just because I'm your alpha, it doesn't mean that I can’t cook for you."
"It's not the alpha part which concerns me. It's your lack of cooking skills," Miyama replied with a frown. "You aren't hurting my kitchen, are you?"
"Would I dare?" Sho took hold of Miyama's tie and pulled him close enough to nuzzle his neck.
Unconvinced by Sho's attempt at distraction, Miyama tried to duck past him to the kitchen to see for himself.
But when he stepped left, Sho stepped right, blocking him.
Miyama frowned and stepped to his right, and once again Sho stepped in front of him.
They continued this awkward dance for a few more times, before Miyama decided that a change in tactics was in order. He shrugged off his backpack and yawned. "You're right. I really could do with a few minutes to de-stress in my nest."
Sho looked relieved and relaxed his blocking stance. "Thank goodness you've seen sense at last."
Determined to reach the kitchen, Miyama took advantage of Sho’s relaxed state and darted around him in a last ditch attempt to see what Sho was doing. He managed to make it three steps closer to his goal before Sho grabbed him from behind.
Miyama tried to wriggle free from Sho’s grasp, but his movement only succeeded in toppling the pair of them in a slow fall.
Sho quickly placed his hand behind Miyama's head to prevent the back of his skull from cracking against the polished timber floor. Sho ended up on top of his mate, propped up on his elbows so that his weight wasn't resting fully on Miyama's torso.Their lips were a hairbreadth away from touching in an unintended kiss. Sho’s eyes grew dark as he gazed down at Miyama, who felt so warm and pliant beneath him. It was tempting to take advantage of the situation, but Sho still needed to make sure that Miyama stopped trying to take over the cooking and got some rest. "Careful Hiroto. You could’ve been hurt."
"Pfft. I'm fine." Miyama immediately attempted to shimmy out from beneath Sho and make a break for the kitchen. When that didn't work, he bucked his hips up in an attempt to dislodge him.
Sho clung tightly to Miyama, and they rolled around on the floor together. Miyama growled under his breath and flipped Sho over onto his back. Sho’s eyes widened in surprise as Miyama gazed down at him. Taking advantage of Sho’s off guard moment, Miyama scrambled to the side, and made it up onto his knees before Sho grabbed him around the waist and draggged him back down to the floor.
This time Sho was the one who growled, as Miyama attempted to break free. His alpha had reached the limit of his patience. He clamped his fingers firmly down on Miyama’s nape and pressed him down with his body weight.
Miyama’s struggle ceased, but his body was still stiff until Sho tightened his grip, turning him into a limp puddle of omega.
It was rare for Sho to assert himself in this way, but he was determined to win this battle. "Give up?"
"Yes." Miyama's reply was soft and his words slurred.
Sho released his hold and Miyama straightened his limbs before allowing Sho to help him up. Sho held him close and stroked his back. "I'm sorry for going all alpha on you, but it's for your benefit."
"I’m sorry too. Suppressing my omega at work has become such a habit, it makes it hard to stop sometimes when I get home," Miyama said softly. As he clung to Sho and breathed in his scent, his stomach rumbled loudly.
Sho smiled against the side of Miyama’s neck. “I can bring you a little snack to tide you over until the pasta is ready. That’s if you trust me enough to do it without wrecking the kitchen.”
“Of course I trust you.” Miyama looked offended at the suggestion, but couldn't resist adding, “I’m just not sure if my new induction cooktop does.”
“Let me check how the oven feels about it,” Sho replied with a smile, and headed to the kitchen.
Miyama waited impatiently as he listened to Sho crashing around in the kitchen. He removed his tie and ran it through his fingers to soothe his nerves.
Sho emerged a couple of minutes later carrying a warm slice of bread crust which had been toasted and spread with butter. The crust was perfectly golden and the butter melted into the cut side. He held it out to Miyama. “I’m making garlic bread, and this was leftover.”
Miyama took it gingerly and gave it a cautious sniff.
“Don't worry. I didn’t bake it myself. I bought the bread from your favorite bakery.”
The bread was delicious and Miyama hummed happily after the first bite. "You've won me over. Instead of wrestling with you, I shall now follow the path of yeast resistance." He bestowed a buttery kiss on Sho’s cheek before heading off for a warm shower and a quick nap.
++++
There was quite a lot of swearing emitted from the kitchen when Miyama emerged from his nest. He pushed up the sleeves of the sweatshirt he had ‘borrowed’ from Sho when they had first started dating. It was thin in places and the cuffs were frayed, but it was his favourite piece of clothing.
He hovered near the kitchen door, but didn’t enter. “Sho? Everything okay there?”
“Fine! I’m fine!” Sho’s voice was slightly strangled. “I had an itchy eye, and I forgot that I shouldn’t touch my face after chopping fresh chili.”
“Rinse it with plenty of water. I can help you…”
Sho popped his head around the door. His left eye was red, and there were two plasters wrapped around his fingers, but he remained determined to finish the meal without help. “Nope. All under control. I left you a glass of your favourite shiraz on the coffee table. Just relax.”
Miyama bit his lower lip to prevent himself from fretting over Sho’s obvious cooking related injuries.
The shooing gestures Sho was making propelled Miyama to the living room where he helped himself to the overly full glass of wine which Sho had left for him.
++++
There were sizzling noises and the odour of burnt garlic, along with another round of swearing from Sho, before the meal was finally ready.
"Aglio e olio," Sho said proudly, as he placed a large bowl of spaghetti down next to the plate of garlic bread on the dining table.
The bread was a little singed around the edges, but it oozed with garlicky butter dotted with flakes of fresh parsley.
Miyama broke off a piece and squinted at it.
"Sorry it's a bit dark. I was distracted while I was testing the pasta." Sho scraped off a singed piece of crust, and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully before giving a satisfied nod. "It's safe to try."
"I didn't say it wasn't." Miyama broke a corner off and popped it into his mouth. The garlic was strong, and it was definitely over cooked, but it was actually quite good.
A slightly smug smile graced Sho’s face as he served up the pasta. It glistened with Miyama's best quality extra virgin olive oil and specks of diced fresh chilli and garlic. It had been a struggle at times (he had the hot oil splatter marks on his wrist as proof of that), but he had followed the recipe precisely, and when he was done it almost looked as good as the photograph on the website. He added a sprinkle of freshly grated parmesan and waited expectantly for Miyama's reaction.
The red metal box which contained Miyama's preferred condiments, seasoning and spices seemed to glare at Sho accusingly from the corner of the table. He tensed as Miyama twirled a strand of spaghetti onto his fork and sampled the result of his hard work.
As the alpha, Sho constantly struggled with his instincts versus the desire to see Miyama succeed in his career. Their mateship had never been one of convention; he was more than happy for Miyama to have a work life where he suppressed his omega instincts.
To maintain the facade though, was exhausting for Miyama, especially in the time close before, and straight after his heats. The current case he was working on was one of the most complicated yet, and Sho had smelled the tiredness on Miyama every evening when he arrived home for almost a week now. This was why it had seemed a good idea at the time to prepare a nice meal for him.
The kitchen, though, was very much Miyama's territory, acting almost as an extension of his nest. It was a quiet space where he could think things through and relax. Everything was arranged just so, and Sho had risked the wrath of his mate by taking the initiative to cook for him.
Sensing Sho’s tension, Miyama chewed with deliberate slowness and kept his face blank.
Unable to wait any longer Sho asked, "Well?"
"Eh?"
Sho pointed to Miyama's plate. "How is it?"
"Eh?" Miyama's eyes sparkled, but his face still gave nothing away.
"The pasta."
Miyama blinked slowly at Sho and twirled another strand of spaghetti. "I am pleased with your choice of serving plate."
++++
The soft glow of scented candles gave the living room an intimate warmth and Miyama purred softly as he snuggled into his favourite corner of the sofa. He tucked his feet up onto the cushion and pulled the sleeves of Sho’s sweatshirt down over his hands.
Sho could sense Miyama's contentment from the kitchen, and rumbled quietly in response as he stacked the last of the dirty plates in the dishwasher.
The scent of lavender calmed Miyama's nerves and the stress of the day leached from his body. His eyes grew heavy and his breathing slowed as he sank deeper into the cushions.
The rattle of crockery on a tray woke Miyama from his doze. He sat up straight and rubbed his eyes.
Sho placed the tray down with exaggerated care. "Sorry Hiroto. I didn't realise that you were asleep."
"I was just resting my eyes," Miyama protested sleepily. He unsuccessfully stifled a yawn and blinked at Sho tiredly.
Sho hid his smile behind the coffee pot as he filled their favourite mugs. Miyama was adorable when he was soft and relaxed like this.
"I hope my cooking was acceptable." Sho handed Miyama a brimming cup of fragrant coffee, and a small plate of sweet red bean daifuku.
“Thanks a latte.” Miyama grinned and wrapped his hands around the mug to warm them. “Everything was more than acceptable. I'd say it even almost qualified as tasty.”
Sho preened a little. “That’s high praise coming from you. So it seems that it was worth the fight to be allowed to make you happy.” He stroked Miyama’s cheek before settling down next to him on their squishy sofa so that they were pressed comfortably against each other. He accepted a daifuku from Miyama with a peck on the cheek. “I love you very mochi.”
Miyama gazed at Sho with stars in his eyes. “You just made a pun. Is this a thing now?”
“No. It’s not a thing,” Sho replied gruffly as he tried to hide the fact that he was blushing, by taking a deep sip of his coffee.
“It’s definitely a thing,” Miyama gloated.
Miyama's cackles of laughter filled the room, until Sho silenced him with a kiss.
