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...

Comments

[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.

[tokugawa]

[... ah.

Well, he didn't think this attempt would actually work but he's hardly going to say no.

He grins a bit at that before pressing a kiss to Mitsunari's cheek, then working down his jawline and then setting about pressing kisses to his neck. Then murmuring against the skin-]

You're amazing...

[in bed or in general, either applies]

[insultea]

[He shivers at that, but has decided that they are not close enough. So his hands find Ieyasu's back, and he slides them under his shirt to slowly trace Ieyasu's spine.

And a murmur in Ieyasu's ear--]

My husband-to-be deserves only the best...

[tokugawa]

[There's a rather fierce shudder at that, Ieyasu's breathing shaky against Mitsunari's throat as he automatically presses closer, from his chest down to an accidental press of his hips.]

A-Ah.... 

[He swallows before taking another lick at Mitsunari's neck.]

You are the best... in all things....

[insultea]

[N-nngh. He makes a noise at the back of his throat at that, not bothering to restrain the way his hips automatically press back against Ieyasu's.

But since he is already so close to Ieyasu's ear, he'll just gently close his teeth onto it. It messes with his ability to respond a little, so you'll have to make do with a little, contented 'hnn'.]