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[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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Ah...well.

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

[..... sob still blushing

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

Masamune and Motochika don't even ask...

[...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.]

[ . . . s-sigh.

And so he calms some...

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

I trust you...

[...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.]

Mmnn...

But then again, so are you.

[kissu kissu kissu

nip]

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

A-ah, Ieyasu--

[innocent

kissu kissu]

Hmm~?

[.......ffft.

innocent.

right.

He chuckles, nuzzling Ieyasu.]

We should be working on invitations, according to Matsu.

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

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

[...arched eyebrow at that.]

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

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?

[...

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.

[... 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]

[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...

[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....

[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'.]

[Ah... He does like that sound. It prompts him to simply shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Mitsunari so close as he latches his teeth lightly onto his boyfriend's neck, making light bites at it.

Meanwhile, his hands proceed to roam, seeking to remove Mitsunari's shirt from his person now.

They've had a busy day, he thinks they deserve this-]

[He just shivers, though he pulls back just enough to allow the shirt to be pulled off. And then he leans forward again, pressing his lips to Ieyasu's passionately, seeking entrance to Ieyasu's mouth with his tongue as he reaches for the hem of Ieyasu's shirt and begins to pull at it.

He seems to have forgotten how tired he was earlier, adrenaline rushing through his veins.]

[... well no, he can't make it that easy.

So he wraps his arms around Mitsunari as soon as he can, pulling him closer just as Ieyasu will openly welcome Mitsunari's tongue, sucking on it lightly so he can still retain some control over the situation.

But he's not going to help at all with his shirt, Mitsunari. In fact, as one hand wanders up to play with Mitsunari's nipple, it may even be that he's going out of his way to be incredibly distracting.]

[Nn...

Between all of that, he forgets to breathe for a moment, leaning against Ieyasu a little bonelessly.

Okay maybe he is still tired.

But at the same time this feels so good that he just clings to Ieyasu, making contented noises in the back of his throat as his hands slide to cling to his neck.

What was he doing again--]

[... you know, Toshiie said that it would be good and helpful to give his waifu a nice, relaxing massage now and then-

Ieyasu didn't really think that this was what he meant.

But it occurs to him that Mitsunari's still tired so he chuckles a bit in the back of his throat. They probably won't be able to make it all the way tonight, but he can at least do what he can to help his waifu relax.

So he bends a bit to press kisses at Mitsunari's neck, occasionally licking at and sucking on the skin, just as his hands wander to Mitsunari's back to apply light pressure.

Kind of steamier than the average backrub, but this way Ieyasu enjoyed himself too.]

[Mitsunari certainly wasn't expecting this either, but he doesn't mind at all. He presses up against Ieyasu's chest with a breathless sigh, nuzzling against Ieyasu's neck.

It makes him feel rather content, even if he doesn't make any more moves towards Ieyasu's clothing. He's too content to rest against Ieyasu, and the pressure at his back does feel good--]

[... welp. Then it's settled.

Ieyasu relaxes a bit then, shoulders slumping ever so lightly as he adjusts to just kiss along Mitsunari's jawline gently.

Meanwhile, he continues to work on giving his tired waifu a backrub. He certainly deserves it.]

[Mitsunari just groans appreciatively, pressing a kiss to Ieyasu's neck as he relaxes under his hasubando's hands.]

Have I...mentioned how much of a godsend you are...?

[Seriously, hasubando. He's a pile of happy putty right now.]

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