plans;

[tokugawa]

[And so there was another day of their planning for the wedding-

Another day where Matsu dragged Mitsunari around while Ieyasu watched helplessly and stood around with Toshiie who gave him advice on how to help when he did find a way to help.

At least now they were back home and Ieyasu's arm was securely around Mitsunari's waist.

So they entered the apartment and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Mitsunari's head.]

Home sweet home...

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[insultea]

[... c:!!]

Ah, good then. We will get married and they can focus their attentions on something else.

[tokugawa]

[ . . . pffffffffff.]

But their lives are so boring in comparison-

[bias what bias]

[insultea]

[An imperiously arched eyebrow.]

That does not mean they need to take an interest in our lives.

[mitsunari you really have no room to talk-]

[tokugawa]

....

[pffffffffffffff

the hypocrisy is not lost on him

so he laughs]

[insultea]

[...He tries to be huffy.

But the feeling of Ieyasu laughing as he rests against his chest manages to make him smile like always.

...hnnn.]

Well...fine. Perhaps not.

[tokugawa]

[ffffas;dlfjdsf

cuddling is a go]

They'll find a way to survive, I'm sure...

Do you talk to Kanetsugu about us often?

[insultea]

Rarely.

[He follows up the prompt response with something unabashedly mean--]

It's more entertaining to try to make him squirm from not knowing.

[tokugawa]

[ . . . FFFFF-]

How mean, Mitsunari!

[insultea]

[A bright grin.]

He deserves it, I assure you.

[...and then a grumble.]

He always gets it out of me in one way or another anyway.

[tokugawa]

[ . . . alright, hold on-]

What do you tell him, exactly?

[insultea]

[And straightfaced--]

How wonderful you are in bed.

[...snerk.]

What are you worried about, Ieyasu?

[tokugawa]

[.................... ASFJLSDFASDF

NO HIS FACE ISN'T RED

EXCEPT IT KIND OF IS]

That! Exactly that!

[asdf;jkasdf;jlasdf;!!!!]

[insultea]

[alskdnals HAHA.]

I don't talk to Kanetsugu about our sex life, Ieyasu.

...Generally.

[... c: aha. ha.]

[tokugawa]

[................ asdf;jlawelrjasfjl;sdf!!!!

deflating a little because oh god]

What does that mean?!

[insultea]

[............... : D;;]

Ah...well.

He is...persistent when he wishes to know something...

[tokugawa]

[..... sob still blushing

and now burying his face in the crook of Mitsunari's neck]

Masamune and Motochika don't even ask...

[insultea]

[...hahaha.

He can't help the laughter, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold it in (and fails).]

I do not tell Kanetsugu any more than he ought to know.

And that is that we are perfectly happy as we are.

[He just presses a quiet kiss to the top of Ieyasu's head.]

[tokugawa]

[ . . . s-sigh.

And so he calms some...

So he presses a kiss to Mitsunari's neck. And again, and again-]

I trust you...

[insultea]

[...a-ah-- Ieyasu what are you-- aklsndlas]

I'm glad. I would not consciously tell Kanetsugu these things.

[Heh.]

I know he is a gossip.

[...consciously. No promises for when he's drunk.]

[tokugawa]

Mmnn...

But then again, so are you.

[kissu kissu kissu

nip]

[insultea]

Well, that's-- [...nngh!]

A-ah, Ieyasu--

[tokugawa]

[innocent

kissu kissu]

Hmm~?

[insultea]

[.......ffft.

innocent.

right.

He chuckles, nuzzling Ieyasu.]

We should be working on invitations, according to Matsu.

[tokugawa]

[ . . . hmph. He presses a lingering kiss to Mitsunari's lips.]

I thought we could be working on another story for Kanetsugu instead.

[insultea]

[...arched eyebrow at that.]

What sorts of stories do you think I tell him, exactly?