and knights is tsukasa being embarrassed and leo pulling some amusement and strands of happiness from everything. he's been awake on and off for a while — he's always been the type to put aside sleeping in favor of whatever rushes of notes come to him in the middle of the night, and looking at tsukasa means there's tons of that.
he's toeing the line between awake and asleep, eyes shut. he's mostly awake as he's never going to truly kill his inspiration with sleep, but he's also never going to just bounce up and ruin his boyfriend's slumbering because of it. he can remember the music (he'll at least try, given the source of it is always in front of him) and he loves the music, yes, but he loves tsukasa's sleeping face too.
still. with the person he loves pressed up close against him, he can't help the light humming that escapes him. the warmth in his chest is building up, and, because it's leo, he's lightly tracing notes with his hand onto tsukasa's shoulder.
[i can't believe that tsukasa's going to be murdered after the first night that he spent in the manor alone. i can't believe his cause of death is just going to be intense dokis.
this plan to try to calm his erratic heart tOTALLY BACKFIRED. IT'S WAY TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THIS, GOD.
But given the fact that he knows his face is way too red and the fact that he knows he's embarrassed beyond belief, he's actually not going to... move. His face will stay buried in Leo's shoulder right where it is, maybe burrowing further just a little bit even as his ears end up tinged with his blush. It's embarrassing but -
Not in a bad way? Is it bad to enjoy this sort of thing? This sort of sweet moment where he doesn't feel bad about asking to be spoiled?
So he'll at least manage a response as best as he can, sleepy half-mumbled English:]
Good morning...
[eventually his brain tunes in that the patterns that leo is tracing on his shoulder are music notes and that's endearing?? that's too endearing, he's trying to pick out the melody somewhere as if that'll be enough to calm his emotions
he might be trying so hard that he's half-humming out his guess at the melody without realizing]
[ sorry mr and mrs suo~ for murdering your sweet son, he did not mean to
except it's going to be a mutual murder because that sure is tsukasa humming along to the absent composition leo's writing, and his finger pauses at that slow realization. it's not totally on point, for obvious reasons (how accurately can one follow music written on their shoulder, really), but... honestly, leo might say it's better. so when he continues to craft on tsukasa's shoulder, and then down his arm, it's with adjustments to fit the half-humming he can catch.
he's so full of love and music it's almost driving him to burst, and his eyes slide shut as he takes that all in, as he speaks gently. ]
Wait, I changed my mind. It's a great morning. [ this is too much energy for the "just got up" part of the day. it probably helps that leo didn't really just get up, but. yeah. ] Know why? 'Cause I'm already bursting with inspiration because of you, Suo~! This is why I love you.
[ a pause.
no, no, that's not right. he shifts a little bit, bringing tsukasa closer completely, almost like a hug. ]
Hm... Nope, nope, I'm changing my mind again. It's for that and a lot of other reasons.
[ sorry if you wanted to live and stop being embarrassed, tsukasa ]
[the best thing about being with Leo: Tsukasa can really believe every word that he says and know that he's not being pandered to or treated like a child.
the worst thing about being with Leo: Tsukasa can really believe every word that he says
it's definitely way too early in the morning to feel like he's so full of love and affection that he's going to burst, way too eary to be dealing with the way that Leo manages to make him feel just through his sincere words. yet Tsukasa allows himself to be pulled closer because he knows that's what he wants to, makes it clear when his own fingers curl into the fabric of Leo's shirt to hold onto him too, even if the movement surprises him to the point that his humming stops
there's a spark of hesitation - of embarrassment, awkwardness - before he relaxes in the other's hold and sighs, even as he finally lifts his head to meet Leo's gaze, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]
... You're already too much, Leader.... Isn't that too much energy to have in the morning?
[a small little yawn from him - followed with:]
Mm, if you need composing sheets there are some in the bedside drawer.... I think I put a pen in there too.
[since it's not like the tracing on Tsukasa's shoulder actually left any sort of imprint - he'd rather not have to deal with Leo wailing later about his forgotten inspiration... and maybe he's a little curious what early morning compositions sound like from Leo.
[ ... oh. that's actually something leo does and doesn't expect--that is, tsukasa's readiness, and now he's fighting between the need to write down the fragments of melodies drifting in his mind and the need to hold tsukasa closer for making that all possible, for letting music leo didn't even know he had just... exist (songs for knights were just as easy, and just as dear, but different)--
--especially when he glances up to make eye contact. leo... stops, seemingly deciding on something, and then he wiggles a bit, shifting to feel out the bedside drawer while also keeping close contact with tsukasa, even leading him to shift a little more as leo does, closer to the edge of the bed.
guess who's GREEDING. it's him, he's greeding, and he's definitely making little sounds of effort but also definitely not giving up. ]
Mmm! Better than-- [ reeeaaccchh ] --great morning, now! But even without the paper I'dd-- [ ssstreeettchh and this time his fingers grasp the drawer, kind of, except his hand drops ] --be okay! I don't think I can forget a song that's come from yyy.. almost...
the shifting continues and Leo sure is just jostling Tsukasa around which would make Tsukasa grumpy if this wasn't a pretty okay way to wake up. He was half-expecting it anyway given the fact that he'd told Leo where the blank music sheets were.... well he'll move along with the shifting, adjusting so that he's half-laying on Leo, resting his head on the other's chest and sort of just
watching the effort being put into opening the drawer
it's kinda funny??? like watching a cat..... somebody help Leo because it sure as hell isn't going to be Tsukasa who has decided to take this morning to be a total little shit.
um clearly he just takes a while to wake up?]
Work hard, Leader.
[LITTLE SHIT
except he can't help but find an opportunity when he sees one, tilting his head and contemplating a plan of action for literally 0.3 seconds before he leans up and kind of just goes for it - pressing his lips to Leo's jaw while he's distracted, that is
ok but realtalk if they end up tumbling right out of the bed it's going to be all Tsukasa's fault]
but holy jesus, tsukasa's being too much again. this relationship is just a tug-of-war of mutual "around my little finger" twisting isn't it. this, leo certainly doesn't expect--it's an easy conclusion to make, judging from the way he pauses, because it sure feels like a whole bunch of heat blooming where tsukasa's making contact, and leo's just--
--ah.
so much for the music sheets, because he's sure not fumbling for those anymore. ]
--a trap?!
[ that's what this was wasn't it a TRAP
the way he says that isn't as energetic or loud as he's been, however (which has been more muted than usual anyway, given the time of day), and his heart is definitely drumming a little louder in his chest with that small action.
[surprise it is aLSO TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR TRAPS
but regardless Tsukasa's delighted. because he's honestly gotten used to taking way too much delighted in catching Leo off-guard. honestly somebody please keep this little shit's ego in place because he's probably way too content messing with Leo every single day since he spends so much of his time being exhausted by him too
that sort of reaction works just fine for him, which is why he's laughing next, bright and content even as he's pulling back to rest his head against Leo's chest again.
[ ugh he's too pure to have to deal with tsukasa's shit in the morning just kidding leo is also trashy and he exhales softly with tsukasa's laughter, the feel of his head back on his chest; a hum, as he wonders if his heartbeat is audible, thoughts in his mind tumbling.
no, he can't settle with both, because he wants all his attention on tsukasa and he wants all of tsukasa's attention on him, and apparently being a handful must've rub off on him. no, just kidding, he was always a handful. so now this handful is drawing his hand away from the drawer, and he shifts again, getting up a little in a way that almost makes it seem like he's getting out of bed, or maybe looking for those music sheets, but really he's just aiming to make his boyfriend's face more accessible to him so he can-- ]
I fell for it anyway! Ahh, it's all over the place now--
[ the music, his emotions, his mind. his feverish train of thought isn't stopping, and he isn't sure he could calm the music down enough to write it down, anyway. his tone of voice implies that it isn't a bad thing. his hand moves to grasp tsukasa's hand in his own, and then he's sinking a bit to pepper his own kisses along tsukasa's jaw between words. ]
--My [ peck ] turn [ another, closer ] to [ closer to what? ] attack, okay?
[ closer to tsukasa's lips, actually, and leo mulls over them for a second, two seconds, his own curled into a smile and his eyes searching tsukasa's--until he leans down and fully kisses him.
the king can't be bested by his knight all the time, you know-- ]
things that Tsukasa was expecting: NOT THAT, NONE OF THAT.
for a while, he doesn't even see it coming. He shifted when Leo did, a pout already pulling at his lips when he thought that the other might actually be getting out of bed - but that's a bit silly, isn't it? they really should be getting out of bed or else the maids will wonder why the young master is sleeping in so much. and yet. he didn't want Leo to go.
well fortunately, Leo's apparently not getting anywhere. the pout was swapped out for another laugh rather quickly as their position shifted, each peck inspiring another small burst of laughter from Tsukasa even as he could feel his cheeks heat up too.
what did he do to deserve this?
(not enough. this suou tsukasa would have to work much harder to properly deserve his leader's attention in the way that he gets it. he knows that - he doesn't mind the challenge.)]
Leader--
[the title half-said, half-laughed, and then silenced completely with a kiss.
embarrassing.
Close as they are, he's sure that now Leo can feel his own heartbeat thrumming against his chest, overcome with emotion and warmth and affection. This foolish king was still far, far too much at times and yet - Tsukasa also wouldn't have him any other way.
Even as embarrassed as he is, overwhelmed and taken aback, he intertwines their fingers together. Pulls back from the kiss for half a second, not even far enough to completely separate their lips - just long and far enough to move his mouth into the shape of a soundless confession (I love you too) - and then lean back up for another kiss.]
there's one kiss, and another, the confession between them picked up and repeated over and over in his mind, responded to in turn (i like you, i love you, and i love you—) as he swears he's got a hummingbird in his chest and he swears he can feel that tsukasa has the same. when the second kiss finishes, leo doesn't pull further away, and he doesn't initiate another—instead he leans his own forehead lightly against tsukasa's, squeezing their intertwined hands lightly as he hums a nameless tune under his breath, another to add to his small, private collection of "for his ears and no one else".
( "that whooosh of butterflies in the stomach" is probably not a name he'll agree with— )
honestly, leo isn't too sure how he deserves this either. from running away to this, to thinking that the very concept of looking back is ridiculous. and he doesn't question it too much, because he wants tsukasa to follow what he wants and live, be inspired, so it would've been hypocritical to deny that, to not do the same.
and, of course, he's pulled here too. he's grateful for that.
leo moves again, leaning back to fully get the picture of tsukasa's face in the morning after a couple of kisses, just as he'd committed tsukasa's sleeping face to memory. his eyes shine with something obvious (adoration), and his expression is soft as he asks: ]
How'd you sleep?
[ jUST CASUALLY, through the soft heat on his cheeks that he's gotten used to, since beginning this. ]
[of course Leo has a song for this moment. of course he does.
yet even as he looks up at the other, unable to keep a small smile from settling on his expression - even though Tsukasa wants to be gallant and cool and unfazed, it's always hard to keep the warmth and joy and affection from overtaking his expression when he's actually fond of Leo. his heartbeat continues to flutter, but he thinks that Leo's feeling the same thing, if he's looking at him like that and
Tsukasa listens to the tune, he memorizes it, he tucks it away to cherish for as long as he can. if Leo is going to compose the score to their time together, can anyone really blame Tsukasa for wanting to let it keep playing forever?
(Let Leo keep being the piece of music that he'll never stop learning.)]
It was fine - [well, better than fine, honestly? it's odd to adjust to another body being in his bed but given the lavishness of his home, it's not like it was cramped. rather, he's already wondering if he'll be able to adjust to being alone again?] - I had a good lullaby.
[and then a little laugh, amused as he tilts his head - mussing up his sleep hair worse on the pillow, inevitably]
[ leo loves it most when tsukasa doesn't hold back; when the emotions he feels are mirrored, transparent, on the face he's always looking at. the confident, arrogant expressions he wears sometimes are nice—but leo is finding that the happy and affectionate expression he's getting is good too. especially with tsukasa's messed up hair? yeah, that's a rare and privileged sight, a sight that makes leo's heart jump a bit.
( not that leo's hair isn't messed up itself, and the ponytail is slightly loose and coming undone as he hadn't untied it before he went to "bed"—but given how he usually is, being unkempt isn't really new. )
it's tsukasa's words that gets him brightening, however, and it certainly fits what he's thinking right now. he beams. ]
Right, right? It's like I tell Rittsu—dreams are dreams, but reality is... Unpredictable... More than just yourself! Infinite! [ he pauses, looking upwards towards the ceiling and making a low sound in the back of his throat, as if considering something. then, his attention trails back to tsukasa, smile slightly more careful but still radiant. ] I see you sometimes, when I'm asleep or when my eyes are closed, but it's still not as good as the real thing. Not that it doesn't help me appreciate the reality a little more, ahahaha!
[ mm yes that sure is shameless.
but it's true. even in a grander scheme of things, he's gotten a good dose of reality, a dose that's helped him appreciate and be more attentive with what he has, even as he struggles towards ideals. maybe that sounds sad, and sometimes it is, but he can't find it sad when he's been given a second chance, and when he also has more than what he had in the past.
so. ]
With this... I can definitely make you a nicer song next time.
[Leo is just always So Much - so much that Tsukasa's not sure how to deal with that at first, blinking all owl-eyed and confused up at him. In the early morning light, hair mussed and movements still syrupy slow, now that he's temporarily put away the urge to be a little shit (it will certainly resurface in due time) he looks every bit the small, eager heir.
and then quickly becoming the embarrassed, flustered, incredibly pleased heir - the color working its way onto his cheeks as he isn't sure how to accept Leo's words at first.
because Tsukasa lives in a separate world from even idols sometimes - he is used to words of praise, gifts, putting on the airs of faux kindness for the sake of connections and politeness. but none of it, none of the diamond-encrusted gifts or smiles coming from perfectly made up faces, will manage to compare to this.
nothing manages to compare to his rumpled mess of a leader first thing in the morning, every bit as painfully genuine and shameless as Tsukasa knows him to be... even if he can hardly believe it]
Isn't the point that all of your songs are nice, Leader... [just - quietly, almost disbelieving. he might be a little too distracted by his new task: curious fingers reaching up to pull out Leo's hair tie the rest of the way, fingers already gently working out any tangles that might've appeared overnight]
And aren't you being a little too cliche?
[not that tsukasa's entirely against it - he's all for picturesque moments and a love worthy of fairy tales, after all
for a moment, leo's surprised by the statement, eyes widening and lips pressing into something like a pout (of thought, of disappointment, who knows). cliche? nono, it was definitely cliche, wasn't it? that was definitely the enemy of creativity, and that's concerning, he was just stating whatever came to mind, but maybe a little bit of cliche isn't too bad in that case and hmm, that feels soothing, what's—
—oh, that's tsukasa's fingers through his hair, and his derailing train of thought derails some more until it just grinds to a stop. or maybe it's just exploding in the background, that seems to be more fitting with how leo operates.
either way he leans closer, closer, making more strands accessible for tsukasa's fingers as his eyes slide shut. he's not going to purr or anything, but he's not too sure what he was thinking about. words and things? songs and nice and this is nice and... ah, right. ]
Nicer, [ he mumbles, sinking, moving to the crook of tsukasa's neck and kissing there, but he also just lingers. ] It's going to be... There's genius and geniuser, you know? [ wow that sure is a word ] Ahh, that's not it—?! If I'm really getting cliche, I need to—
[ now he'll go ahead and be unintelligible, murmuring fragments of phrases. ]
It's a little embarrassing (read: a lot embarrassing) at how Leo's lips at his neck manage to make his fingers still instead, making Tsukasa shudder and almost squeak a little bit in surprise - whICH HE IS NOW GOING TO COVER UP BY GENTLY CLEARING HIS THROAT.... even though his face is already heating up, can someone please save him from this hell
Not that he's making it that much easier on himself.... instead working to get his fingers back to what they were doing, running gently through Leo's hair to work out any tangles that might've come up in his sleep.... It's not that he's a glutton for punishment or anything but - it was really endearing how his leader seemed to be enjoying the treatment so much?
and as a gentleman, it only makes sense for Tsukasa to deliver what his beloved wants? right? yes. yes!! that's definitely all that this is. and it has nothing to do with the fact that more and more, Leo is reminding Tsukasa of a cat....
which also has nothing to do with how Tsukasa turns his head just enough to press his lips to Leo's forehead in turn, as if that'll be enough to calm the nonsensical murmuring. then with a sigh that is both fond and exasperated in a way that only Leo can make him feel:]
You don't need to do anything, Leader... It's perfect as it is?
[ . . . what is? The hypothetical song? This moment? Them?
Well, Tsukasa apparently doesn't linger on that thought too longer, instead blinking as he amends his statement:]
Mm, well maybe we need to get up soon... I think I'm hungry?
[ there sure is mutual spoiling here, huh. so much that there's something like a chuckle that cuts through the now stopped muttering, and tsukasa'll definitely be able to feel the curl of leo's lips at the reassurance, the kiss on his forehead, the way tsukasa shudders, squeaks, tries to play it off. he doesn't even flinch when fingers hit a tangle—they're undone gently, and the rest of it feels nice enough that he wouldn't make a big stink about it otherwise.
"i'm hungry," tsukasa says, and leo still doesn't move right away. he's still kind of on "it's perfect", which is true, but also a little limiting... perfect implies that it just won't grow to be something more than it already is, and already leo thinks that things will increase, increase, increase... rather, wouldn't it be nicer to say that it'd never be perfect?
oh, wait, right. tsukasa's hungry. he pushes himself up again, this time completely off of his boyfriend; now his place is sitting right beside him, still holding onto one hand. ]
Sure! [ hair still down, he tilts his head a bit, amused. ] I almost forgot there's a world outside of here, hahaha! Getting kidnapped by your bed's definitely more alarming than getting kidnapped by aliens... that's a trip I might not come back from!
[ hahahaha! he leans forward again, in an action that seems completely opposite to what he's just said—but he's really just reaching with his free hand to brush at the strands of tsukasa's hair he can reach comfortably, returning the favor that's been given to him, before he leans back and waits for whenever he's going to get up.
[leo confirmed for worst boyfriend he doesn't even move when tsukasa says that he's hungry wtf
still though, Tsukasa's a bit slow to get up as well, blinking up at Leo in curious wonder as the other moves to brush his own hair out of the way. in a cliched thought of his own, Tsukasa can't help but think that it wouldn't be bad to stay here just as Leo said. to not leave, to be able to spend a lazy day in bed together, to indulge in this sort of warm affection.
the thought inspires butterflies in his stomach and he thinks that's rather silly - how long has he known his Leader now? how long have they been together like this? certainly long enough for those butterflies to have left him and yet... here he is, just as terribly endeared and fond as ever.
Leo drives him absolutely crazy - but in this moment, crazy has never really managed to sound so good.
as soon as they step out of bed, Tsukasa knows that he'll have to prepare. fix his hair, change out of his pajamas, hold himself with the grace and decorum worthy of a young heir, even if the only other people in the manor are servants who have known him all his life - he will have to be a Suou. but for right now, he can be Tsukasa, one of the Knights who happens to be so horribly, unbearably gone for his King
so he laughs faintly even as he sits up, though not without first catching onto Leo's hand, holding onto both of them now as their positions shift, both of them sitting on the bed. it's one step forward, good job - ]
[ ohhh, there goes his other hand. and there goes any semblance of leo thinking tsukasa isn't full of buLLSHIT, because "may I kiss you on the bed" sure does align beautifully with "we should get up and eat", doesn't it? he's actually completely unsurprised that the request is voiced, a grin tugging at his lips.
it's actually cute he even asked, like leo would ever say no, like this king isn't equally as gone for this handful of a knight of his.
for a moment maybe it sounds like he is going to deny that, like he's going to be the responsible one (hah) when he says: ]
It's too early to act this spoiled, you know?
[ but he's not pulling away, he's not dropping their hands, he's not doing anything except smiling and looking at tsukasa with eyes that say yes until his eyes shut and he waits, his go ahead hanging in the air unsaid.
save for the small, impatient and playful hum he lets out.
[tsukasa asked because he's a gentleman??? please stop being so awful, Leo. some people don't just claim kisses whenever they feel like it (even though tsukasa sometimes does that too buT LISTEN)
still though Tsukasa can't quite help it. he laughs first before he actually gives the kiss because the little, playful hum is awful. it's just awful. It's awful in the way that only Leo can be - and it still manages to give Tsukasa a bad case of the Fond which iS ALSO AWFUL.
amazing.
yet he'll take that as an acceptance if there's ever been one, holding Leo's hands in his own and tilting his head as he leans forward to press their lips together and claim the kiss that's being so kindly offered to him.
perhaps it's because he's an idol, but that alone manages to make him feel like singing?
he refrains though - for the most part, he might be echoing the same playful hum that Leo gave off earlier - and instead just lifts one of Leo's hands up to his lips even after he's pulled back, leaving a kiss on the back of his hand too. then, like the cheeky brat he is:]
[ wow. speaking of awful, this brat is definitely awful, look at the little shit tendencies popping up again and agajn and again. and instead leo can only be amused, finding it all interesting -- a smile into the kiss, a pleased sound at the back of his throat, and then an amused chuckle. spoil me more anyways, he says; why was this one always making demands, always shoving him in a certain direction both consciously and unconsciously.
and then he's kissing his hand like that, and leo just...
handful. ]
A request like that from a Knight to his King, huh...? That's totally backwards! Even a kiss on the hand doesn't fix that.
[ teasing, teasing, teasing.
because there's a spark of something in his eyes, and his next words are light. ]
So... does that mean the young master wants a piggyback ride to breakfast? Just don't be shocked if I drop you by accident, wahahaha!
Well, it was enjoyable while it lasted. Tsukasa listens to Leo pick up the pace again, returns them to their normal pace after a slow and content morning, and then he shakes his head. Retracts his hands and then sets about fixing his hair into something vaguely more presentable even as he shifts to get out of the bed.]
Please remember where we are and don't make too much of a racket. It would be bad to have to make excuses to the servants?
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and knights is tsukasa being embarrassed and leo pulling some amusement and strands of happiness from everything. he's been awake on and off for a while — he's always been the type to put aside sleeping in favor of whatever rushes of notes come to him in the middle of the night, and looking at tsukasa means there's tons of that.
he's toeing the line between awake and asleep, eyes shut. he's mostly awake as he's never going to truly kill his inspiration with sleep, but he's also never going to just bounce up and ruin his boyfriend's slumbering because of it. he can remember the music (he'll at least try, given the source of it is always in front of him) and he loves the music, yes, but he loves tsukasa's sleeping face too.
still. with the person he loves pressed up close against him, he can't help the light humming that escapes him. the warmth in his chest is building up, and, because it's leo, he's lightly tracing notes with his hand onto tsukasa's shoulder.
in a whisper: ]
Is it good morning time?
[ SURPRISE ]
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this plan to try to calm his erratic heart tOTALLY BACKFIRED. IT'S WAY TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THIS, GOD.
But given the fact that he knows his face is way too red and the fact that he knows he's embarrassed beyond belief, he's actually not going to... move. His face will stay buried in Leo's shoulder right where it is, maybe burrowing further just a little bit even as his ears end up tinged with his blush. It's embarrassing but -
Not in a bad way? Is it bad to enjoy this sort of thing? This sort of sweet moment where he doesn't feel bad about asking to be spoiled?
So he'll at least manage a response as best as he can, sleepy half-mumbled English:]
Good morning...
[eventually his brain tunes in that the patterns that leo is tracing on his shoulder are music notes and that's endearing?? that's too endearing, he's trying to pick out the melody somewhere as if that'll be enough to calm his emotions
he might be trying so hard that he's half-humming out his guess at the melody without realizing]
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except it's going to be a mutual murder because that sure is tsukasa humming along to the absent composition leo's writing, and his finger pauses at that slow realization. it's not totally on point, for obvious reasons (how accurately can one follow music written on their shoulder, really), but... honestly, leo might say it's better. so when he continues to craft on tsukasa's shoulder, and then down his arm, it's with adjustments to fit the half-humming he can catch.
he's so full of love and music it's almost driving him to burst, and his eyes slide shut as he takes that all in, as he speaks gently. ]
Wait, I changed my mind. It's a great morning. [ this is too much energy for the "just got up" part of the day. it probably helps that leo didn't really just get up, but. yeah. ] Know why? 'Cause I'm already bursting with inspiration because of you, Suo~! This is why I love you.
[ a pause.
no, no, that's not right. he shifts a little bit, bringing tsukasa closer completely, almost like a hug. ]
Hm... Nope, nope, I'm changing my mind again. It's for that and a lot of other reasons.
[ sorry if you wanted to live and stop being embarrassed, tsukasa ]
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the worst thing about being with Leo: Tsukasa can really believe every word that he says
it's definitely way too early in the morning to feel like he's so full of love and affection that he's going to burst, way too eary to be dealing with the way that Leo manages to make him feel just through his sincere words. yet Tsukasa allows himself to be pulled closer because he knows that's what he wants to, makes it clear when his own fingers curl into the fabric of Leo's shirt to hold onto him too, even if the movement surprises him to the point that his humming stops
there's a spark of hesitation - of embarrassment, awkwardness - before he relaxes in the other's hold and sighs, even as he finally lifts his head to meet Leo's gaze, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]
... You're already too much, Leader.... Isn't that too much energy to have in the morning?
[a small little yawn from him - followed with:]
Mm, if you need composing sheets there are some in the bedside drawer.... I think I put a pen in there too.
[since it's not like the tracing on Tsukasa's shoulder actually left any sort of imprint - he'd rather not have to deal with Leo wailing later about his forgotten inspiration... and maybe he's a little curious what early morning compositions sound like from Leo.
it'd be his first time seeing one, after all]
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--especially when he glances up to make eye contact. leo... stops, seemingly deciding on something, and then he wiggles a bit, shifting to feel out the bedside drawer while also keeping close contact with tsukasa, even leading him to shift a little more as leo does, closer to the edge of the bed.
guess who's GREEDING. it's him, he's greeding, and he's definitely making little sounds of effort but also definitely not giving up. ]
Mmm! Better than-- [ reeeaaccchh ] --great morning, now! But even without the paper I'dd-- [ ssstreeettchh and this time his fingers grasp the drawer, kind of, except his hand drops ] --be okay! I don't think I can forget a song that's come from yyy.. almost...
[ drawer's open. ]
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the shifting continues and Leo sure is just jostling Tsukasa around which would make Tsukasa grumpy if this wasn't a pretty okay way to wake up. He was half-expecting it anyway given the fact that he'd told Leo where the blank music sheets were.... well he'll move along with the shifting, adjusting so that he's half-laying on Leo, resting his head on the other's chest and sort of just
watching the effort being put into opening the drawer
it's kinda funny??? like watching a cat..... somebody help Leo because it sure as hell isn't going to be Tsukasa who has decided to take this morning to be a total little shit.
um clearly he just takes a while to wake up?]
Work hard, Leader.
[LITTLE SHIT
except he can't help but find an opportunity when he sees one, tilting his head and contemplating a plan of action for literally 0.3 seconds before he leans up and kind of just goes for it - pressing his lips to Leo's jaw while he's distracted, that is
ok but realtalk if they end up tumbling right out of the bed it's going to be all Tsukasa's fault]
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but holy jesus, tsukasa's being too much again. this relationship is just a tug-of-war of mutual "around my little finger" twisting isn't it. this, leo certainly doesn't expect--it's an easy conclusion to make, judging from the way he pauses, because it sure feels like a whole bunch of heat blooming where tsukasa's making contact, and leo's just--
--ah.
so much for the music sheets, because he's sure not fumbling for those anymore. ]
--a trap?!
[ that's what this was wasn't it a TRAP
the way he says that isn't as energetic or loud as he's been, however (which has been more muted than usual anyway, given the time of day), and his heart is definitely drumming a little louder in his chest with that small action.
it's for sure a trap. ]
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but regardless Tsukasa's delighted. because he's honestly gotten used to taking way too much delighted in catching Leo off-guard. honestly somebody please keep this little shit's ego in place because he's probably way too content messing with Leo every single day since he spends so much of his time being exhausted by him too
that sort of reaction works just fine for him, which is why he's laughing next, bright and content even as he's pulling back to rest his head against Leo's chest again.
you can resume your search for the sheet music]
It didn't start as a trap.
[but yeah it ended up being a trap]
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no, he can't settle with both, because he wants all his attention on tsukasa and he wants all of tsukasa's attention on him, and apparently being a handful must've rub off on him. no, just kidding, he was always a handful. so now this handful is drawing his hand away from the drawer, and he shifts again, getting up a little in a way that almost makes it seem like he's getting out of bed, or maybe looking for those music sheets, but really he's just aiming to make his boyfriend's face more accessible to him so he can-- ]
I fell for it anyway! Ahh, it's all over the place now--
[ the music, his emotions, his mind. his feverish train of thought isn't stopping, and he isn't sure he could calm the music down enough to write it down, anyway. his tone of voice implies that it isn't a bad thing. his hand moves to grasp tsukasa's hand in his own, and then he's sinking a bit to pepper his own kisses along tsukasa's jaw between words. ]
--My [ peck ] turn [ another, closer ] to [ closer to what? ] attack, okay?
[ closer to tsukasa's lips, actually, and leo mulls over them for a second, two seconds, his own curled into a smile and his eyes searching tsukasa's--until he leans down and fully kisses him.
the king can't be bested by his knight all the time, you know-- ]
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things that Tsukasa was expecting: NOT THAT, NONE OF THAT.
for a while, he doesn't even see it coming. He shifted when Leo did, a pout already pulling at his lips when he thought that the other might actually be getting out of bed - but that's a bit silly, isn't it? they really should be getting out of bed or else the maids will wonder why the young master is sleeping in so much. and yet. he didn't want Leo to go.
well fortunately, Leo's apparently not getting anywhere. the pout was swapped out for another laugh rather quickly as their position shifted, each peck inspiring another small burst of laughter from Tsukasa even as he could feel his cheeks heat up too.
what did he do to deserve this?
(not enough. this suou tsukasa would have to work much harder to properly deserve his leader's attention in the way that he gets it. he knows that - he doesn't mind the challenge.)]
Leader--
[the title half-said, half-laughed, and then silenced completely with a kiss.
embarrassing.
Close as they are, he's sure that now Leo can feel his own heartbeat thrumming against his chest, overcome with emotion and warmth and affection. This foolish king was still far, far too much at times and yet - Tsukasa also wouldn't have him any other way.
Even as embarrassed as he is, overwhelmed and taken aback, he intertwines their fingers together. Pulls back from the kiss for half a second, not even far enough to completely separate their lips - just long and far enough to move his mouth into the shape of a soundless confession (I love you too) - and then lean back up for another kiss.]
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there's one kiss, and another, the confession between them picked up and repeated over and over in his mind, responded to in turn (i like you, i love you, and i love you—) as he swears he's got a hummingbird in his chest and he swears he can feel that tsukasa has the same. when the second kiss finishes, leo doesn't pull further away, and he doesn't initiate another—instead he leans his own forehead lightly against tsukasa's, squeezing their intertwined hands lightly as he hums a nameless tune under his breath, another to add to his small, private collection of "for his ears and no one else".
( "that whooosh of butterflies in the stomach" is probably not a name he'll agree with— )
honestly, leo isn't too sure how he deserves this either. from running away to this, to thinking that the very concept of looking back is ridiculous. and he doesn't question it too much, because he wants tsukasa to follow what he wants and live, be inspired, so it would've been hypocritical to deny that, to not do the same.
and, of course, he's pulled here too. he's grateful for that.
leo moves again, leaning back to fully get the picture of tsukasa's face in the morning after a couple of kisses, just as he'd committed tsukasa's sleeping face to memory. his eyes shine with something obvious (adoration), and his expression is soft as he asks: ]
How'd you sleep?
[ jUST CASUALLY, through the soft heat on his cheeks that he's gotten used to, since beginning this. ]
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yet even as he looks up at the other, unable to keep a small smile from settling on his expression - even though Tsukasa wants to be gallant and cool and unfazed, it's always hard to keep the warmth and joy and affection from overtaking his expression when he's actually fond of Leo. his heartbeat continues to flutter, but he thinks that Leo's feeling the same thing, if he's looking at him like that and
Tsukasa listens to the tune, he memorizes it, he tucks it away to cherish for as long as he can. if Leo is going to compose the score to their time together, can anyone really blame Tsukasa for wanting to let it keep playing forever?
(Let Leo keep being the piece of music that he'll never stop learning.)]
It was fine - [well, better than fine, honestly? it's odd to adjust to another body being in his bed but given the lavishness of his home, it's not like it was cramped. rather, he's already wondering if he'll be able to adjust to being alone again?] - I had a good lullaby.
[and then a little laugh, amused as he tilts his head - mussing up his sleep hair worse on the pillow, inevitably]
But I think waking up is better?
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( not that leo's hair isn't messed up itself, and the ponytail is slightly loose and coming undone as he hadn't untied it before he went to "bed"—but given how he usually is, being unkempt isn't really new. )
it's tsukasa's words that gets him brightening, however, and it certainly fits what he's thinking right now. he beams. ]
Right, right? It's like I tell Rittsu—dreams are dreams, but reality is... Unpredictable... More than just yourself! Infinite! [ he pauses, looking upwards towards the ceiling and making a low sound in the back of his throat, as if considering something. then, his attention trails back to tsukasa, smile slightly more careful but still radiant. ] I see you sometimes, when I'm asleep or when my eyes are closed, but it's still not as good as the real thing. Not that it doesn't help me appreciate the reality a little more, ahahaha!
[ mm yes that sure is shameless.
but it's true. even in a grander scheme of things, he's gotten a good dose of reality, a dose that's helped him appreciate and be more attentive with what he has, even as he struggles towards ideals. maybe that sounds sad, and sometimes it is, but he can't find it sad when he's been given a second chance, and when he also has more than what he had in the past.
so. ]
With this... I can definitely make you a nicer song next time.
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and then quickly becoming the embarrassed, flustered, incredibly pleased heir - the color working its way onto his cheeks as he isn't sure how to accept Leo's words at first.
because Tsukasa lives in a separate world from even idols sometimes - he is used to words of praise, gifts, putting on the airs of faux kindness for the sake of connections and politeness. but none of it, none of the diamond-encrusted gifts or smiles coming from perfectly made up faces, will manage to compare to this.
nothing manages to compare to his rumpled mess of a leader first thing in the morning, every bit as painfully genuine and shameless as Tsukasa knows him to be... even if he can hardly believe it]
Isn't the point that all of your songs are nice, Leader... [just - quietly, almost disbelieving. he might be a little too distracted by his new task: curious fingers reaching up to pull out Leo's hair tie the rest of the way, fingers already gently working out any tangles that might've appeared overnight]
And aren't you being a little too cliche?
[not that tsukasa's entirely against it - he's all for picturesque moments and a love worthy of fairy tales, after all
but still.]
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for a moment, leo's surprised by the statement, eyes widening and lips pressing into something like a pout (of thought, of disappointment, who knows). cliche? nono, it was definitely cliche, wasn't it? that was definitely the enemy of creativity, and that's concerning, he was just stating whatever came to mind, but maybe a little bit of cliche isn't too bad in that case and hmm, that feels soothing, what's—
—oh, that's tsukasa's fingers through his hair, and his derailing train of thought derails some more until it just grinds to a stop. or maybe it's just exploding in the background, that seems to be more fitting with how leo operates.
either way he leans closer, closer, making more strands accessible for tsukasa's fingers as his eyes slide shut. he's not going to purr or anything, but he's not too sure what he was thinking about. words and things? songs and nice and this is nice and... ah, right. ]
Nicer, [ he mumbles, sinking, moving to the crook of tsukasa's neck and kissing there, but he also just lingers. ] It's going to be... There's genius and geniuser, you know? [ wow that sure is a word ] Ahh, that's not it—?! If I'm really getting cliche, I need to—
[ now he'll go ahead and be unintelligible, murmuring fragments of phrases. ]
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It's a little embarrassing (read: a lot embarrassing) at how Leo's lips at his neck manage to make his fingers still instead, making Tsukasa shudder and almost squeak a little bit in surprise - whICH HE IS NOW GOING TO COVER UP BY GENTLY CLEARING HIS THROAT.... even though his face is already heating up, can someone please save him from this hell
Not that he's making it that much easier on himself.... instead working to get his fingers back to what they were doing, running gently through Leo's hair to work out any tangles that might've come up in his sleep.... It's not that he's a glutton for punishment or anything but - it was really endearing how his leader seemed to be enjoying the treatment so much?
and as a gentleman, it only makes sense for Tsukasa to deliver what his beloved wants? right? yes. yes!! that's definitely all that this is. and it has nothing to do with the fact that more and more, Leo is reminding Tsukasa of a cat....
which also has nothing to do with how Tsukasa turns his head just enough to press his lips to Leo's forehead in turn, as if that'll be enough to calm the nonsensical murmuring. then with a sigh that is both fond and exasperated in a way that only Leo can make him feel:]
You don't need to do anything, Leader... It's perfect as it is?
[ . . . what is? The hypothetical song? This moment? Them?
Well, Tsukasa apparently doesn't linger on that thought too longer, instead blinking as he amends his statement:]
Mm, well maybe we need to get up soon... I think I'm hungry?
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"i'm hungry," tsukasa says, and leo still doesn't move right away. he's still kind of on "it's perfect", which is true, but also a little limiting... perfect implies that it just won't grow to be something more than it already is, and already leo thinks that things will increase, increase, increase... rather, wouldn't it be nicer to say that it'd never be perfect?
oh, wait, right. tsukasa's hungry. he pushes himself up again, this time completely off of his boyfriend; now his place is sitting right beside him, still holding onto one hand. ]
Sure! [ hair still down, he tilts his head a bit, amused. ] I almost forgot there's a world outside of here, hahaha! Getting kidnapped by your bed's definitely more alarming than getting kidnapped by aliens... that's a trip I might not come back from!
[ hahahaha! he leans forward again, in an action that seems completely opposite to what he's just said—but he's really just reaching with his free hand to brush at the strands of tsukasa's hair he can reach comfortably, returning the favor that's been given to him, before he leans back and waits for whenever he's going to get up.
he can wait. ]
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still though, Tsukasa's a bit slow to get up as well, blinking up at Leo in curious wonder as the other moves to brush his own hair out of the way. in a cliched thought of his own, Tsukasa can't help but think that it wouldn't be bad to stay here just as Leo said. to not leave, to be able to spend a lazy day in bed together, to indulge in this sort of warm affection.
the thought inspires butterflies in his stomach and he thinks that's rather silly - how long has he known his Leader now? how long have they been together like this? certainly long enough for those butterflies to have left him and yet... here he is, just as terribly endeared and fond as ever.
Leo drives him absolutely crazy - but in this moment, crazy has never really managed to sound so good.
as soon as they step out of bed, Tsukasa knows that he'll have to prepare. fix his hair, change out of his pajamas, hold himself with the grace and decorum worthy of a young heir, even if the only other people in the manor are servants who have known him all his life - he will have to be a Suou. but for right now, he can be Tsukasa, one of the Knights who happens to be so horribly, unbearably gone for his King
so he laughs faintly even as he sits up, though not without first catching onto Leo's hand, holding onto both of them now as their positions shift, both of them sitting on the bed. it's one step forward, good job - ]
Leader, may I kiss you?
[aaand one step back]
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it's actually cute he even asked, like leo would ever say no, like this king isn't equally as gone for this handful of a knight of his.
for a moment maybe it sounds like he is going to deny that, like he's going to be the responsible one (hah) when he says: ]
It's too early to act this spoiled, you know?
[ but he's not pulling away, he's not dropping their hands, he's not doing anything except smiling and looking at tsukasa with eyes that say yes until his eyes shut and he waits, his go ahead hanging in the air unsaid.
save for the small, impatient and playful hum he lets out.
come on what are you WAITING FOR ]
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still though Tsukasa can't quite help it. he laughs first before he actually gives the kiss because the little, playful hum is awful. it's just awful. It's awful in the way that only Leo can be - and it still manages to give Tsukasa a bad case of the Fond which iS ALSO AWFUL.
amazing.
yet he'll take that as an acceptance if there's ever been one, holding Leo's hands in his own and tilting his head as he leans forward to press their lips together and claim the kiss that's being so kindly offered to him.
perhaps it's because he's an idol, but that alone manages to make him feel like singing?
he refrains though - for the most part, he might be echoing the same playful hum that Leo gave off earlier - and instead just lifts one of Leo's hands up to his lips even after he's pulled back, leaving a kiss on the back of his hand too. then, like the cheeky brat he is:]
Please spoil me more anyway, Leader.
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and then he's kissing his hand like that, and leo just...
handful. ]
A request like that from a Knight to his King, huh...? That's totally backwards! Even a kiss on the hand doesn't fix that.
[ teasing, teasing, teasing.
because there's a spark of something in his eyes, and his next words are light. ]
So... does that mean the young master wants a piggyback ride to breakfast? Just don't be shocked if I drop you by accident, wahahaha!
[ jUST KIDDING ]
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Lost to the wind
Goodbye, moment, goodbye
Well, it was enjoyable while it lasted. Tsukasa listens to Leo pick up the pace again, returns them to their normal pace after a slow and content morning, and then he shakes his head. Retracts his hands and then sets about fixing his hair into something vaguely more presentable even as he shifts to get out of the bed.]
Please remember where we are and don't make too much of a racket. It would be bad to have to make excuses to the servants?
[So that's a flat out No.]