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]

[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?

[tokugawa]

I've only gotten one hint so far.

[Another kiss-

And his tongue darts out to lick at Mitsunari's lips.]

So when you say wonderful, was that sarcasm?

[insultea]

[...

And he gives up entirely on productivity, leaning forward instead to capture Ieyasu's tongue with his mouth.

Hang on, he'll answer in a moment, this is more important.

And he shifts so that instead of being curled up on Ieyasu's lap, he is straddling him, pressing against his chest.

And then he finally breaks away from the kiss, and breathlessly--]

Not a hint of sarcasm, darling.