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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @uwps001 !!

It was Constantine’s birthday, and a reservation at one of Archimedes Ward’s high-end restaurants was the least Hiyori could do.

The interior was dim and strikingly red. Blunt, curving installations like ribbons rose toward the ceiling from the floor all around the spacious dining room, providing an intimacy to each table they rose over. Seated below one in a comfortable, supportive chair, Hiyori cheerfully picked away at his meal.

“Mm-hm~ I knew even their yuzu tobiko roll would be delightful! Last time I ordered one of their stir-fry entrées, but I had to try this one eventually,” he chattered away, popping another piece into his mouth with his chopsticks.

Across the table, Constantine shifted his gaze from over Hiyori’s shoulder to his bright, eager eyes. Even with a serious face, he made dressing up for the occasion look wonderful. “You’ve been here before?”

“Oh, several times!” Hiyori answered, and Constantine’s eyes drifted to the side again. His date continued to talk. “It’s not far from the housing area, and it has a delicious and photogenic menu.”

“Right. You send me photos of what you eat when it’s fancy enough… but it’s all the same to me.” Constantine looked down long enough to spear a green bean with his fork and scrape it off with his teeth.

Hiyori narrowed his eyes, putting on a performative pout. “It better not be “all the same” tonight! You’re enjoying yourself and your selection, yes?”

Once done swallowing, Constantine’s answer was simple: “Mm. Yeah. Not a bad choice.” A hint of a smile appeared on his sharp face, encouraging Hiyori to lean forward and grasp his hand over the table.

“Fufu, I’m pleased to hear it. You deserve the best and more, especially on a day celebrating your arrival in this world. ♪” His gaze, fixed on those mercurial eyes, radiated a warm affection as his thumb stroked over Constantine’s rougher fingers. He felt that hand briefly squeeze his.

“My birthday has never been a big deal to me before. I’ve celebrated Céline’s, but not my own. At least not more than appreciating what she gives me,” Constantine explained. Hiyori nodded his understanding. “So… thanks. For making it a little more special.”

“My pleasure☆” Hiyori answered, the joy sparkling on his face. He wasn’t pleased to do so, but he did release Constantine’s hand and pick up his chopsticks again. “Now, we should finish what we have while it’s still fresh, wouldn’t you say?”

Constantine made a sound of agreement, and they resumed clearing their plates. The noise of their utensils tapping away joined the music flowing out from overhead speakers. Atmospheric instrumental tracks played one after another, louder than the other few people currently seated in their section of the dining room.

“You’re so fortunate to have been born this time of year,” Hiyori remarked after polishing off most of his maki. “The weather is generally much milder than it is in summer, after all.”

“Mm.” Constantine, distracted by something over his shoulder again, didn’t even look at him this time.

Definitely over this, Hiyori decided to find out what exactly kept stealing away his lover’s attention. He adjusted his place in his seat and turned his neck enough to look behind him. There were two people sitting at a table in that exact direction, and neither were returning the surveillance.

Suspicious, Hiyori turned back to Constantine. “Wow, are you really paying more attention to someone else when I invited you out this evening?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

Constantine’s eyes snapped back to him. “What? No.”

“You are,” Hiyori insisted, leaning closer again. “What does he have that I don’t, hm? A nice blazer? I thought the fine material of this sweater was show-stopping enough.”

“It’s not—” Constantine’s brow furrowed as he struggled to answer. After a brief silence, he gave Hiyori a serious look. “...He’s been staring over here. Probably at you. If he tries something, I need to be ready.”

Hiyori blinked, let out a disbelieving laugh, and smiled disarmingly. “A likely story. Even if it is true, you should really be paying more attention to your stunning date, you know?”

“You’re jealous over this?” As Constantine hit the bullseye, he raised a thin eyebrow at Hiyori.

With a sigh, the accused shrugged his shoulders. “I deserve a little room for jealousy in a situation like this!”

Constantine’s eyes flickered back to the stranger, cutting off Hiyori’s next objection with two simple words: “They’re leaving.”

“I guess they weren’t after one of us at all, hm?” Crossing one leg over the other, Hiyori folded his arms over his chest. “Do you regret wasting your gaze now?”

Constantine smiled, faintly. “I do.”

“Hmm…” Scoping out the area, Hiyori lifted a hand to his chin and thought for a moment. “I have an idea that will make up for it. Come with me,” he instructed, standing and holding that hand out to Constantine.

“Alright,” came his dining partner’s vaguely doubtful answer. He accepted that hand regardless, standing up as well.

Hiyori exploited the opportunity to wrap his fingers around Constantine’s, keeping them close to his. His grin revelled as much in victory as it did in mischievousness. Constantine had enough time to catch on to the feeling of falling into a trap, but not enough time to come up with an objection. He was pulled away from the table immediately.

“Here should be fine,” Hiyori explained quietly once he’d tugged Constantine along for long enough, dropping his furtive glancing around for any cameras or eyes that had followed them. This area was far from other diners and even more limited in lighting. When Constantine was pushed back under the shadows against a broad ribbon-like structure, Hiyori followed, disappearing them both from sight.

“What are you—mmh…” Constantine’s question was silenced as Hiyori pressed flush against him and moved his right hand to the back of the other’s scarf, stealing a kiss. His left splayed out against the installation beside Constantine’s hip, intending to seal him in place with all the strength of a pampered but passionate idol.

Hiyori kissed him again and again, a teasing smirk soon curling up his lips. Constantine’s body didn’t lose any of its tension, but it also made no effort to resist him. As his ambitious right hand moved up into his lover’s pale pink hair, he parted their mouths long enough — and just far enough — to speak. “I’m reminding you of just who you’re here with,” he murmured, an impishness to his half-lidded purple eyes that kept Constantine’s locked to his.

“I can’t exactly forget…”

“Gooood♪” Hiyori replied lyrically, closing his eyes and pecking Constantine’s lips. He did it once, twice, and then parted his mouth for a deeper kiss, like following the steps of a ritual. When he found a warm, willing tongue under his, Constantine inhaled, taking Hiyori’s breath away.

Subconsciously pressing himself in harder, Hiyori admired the angles of Constantine’s larger body meeting his. His hand moved from the installation to the other’s hip, thumb moving against the bone below the thin fabric of his button-up shirt. Constantine exhaled against him at the touch, but kissed him again after, his own hand clutching at the hem of Hiyori’s sweater.

The overhead music changed. Hiyori whispered to him again. “This is your birthday, anyway. You deserve to enjoy yourself,” he said as he drew his fingers down the piercings on Constantine’s ear, then lowered his lips to press against Constantine’s chin. They affectionately traveled lower, to the flesh below his jaw, to the skin above his Adam’s apple, to a more defenseless part of his neck exposed by gently tugging down the front of the scarf.

“I was, and I… am.” Constantine’s breath came more shallowly under the shifted attention. He relaxed slightly at first, but tensed again when Hiyori’s hand on his hip moved to feel him from over his slacks. “Hey, we can’t here…”

Hiyori hummed against his neck in response, sending a subtle jolt through his lover’s body. “Mm… Don’t worry. I think we can do a little here.~” His proficient fingers traced down the length of Constantine’s dick, gently caressed his sack, and felt up his inner thigh through the layers of fabric.

“You’re crazier than I—” Hiyori nipped at his neck, momentarily short-circuiting his ability to finish that. The hand massaging him continued, alternating between a teasing touch and a lustful pressure. “...Thought. Fuck…”

“Did you have to finish that?” Hiyori asked, kissing the corner of his mouth. His fingers shifted to tug at the other’s belt buckle.

“...We’re never going to be allowed back in here if we’re caught. You get that, right?” Constantine asked him, meeting his gaze with ever-hotter eyes. Despite the warning, he tilted his head lower to capture Hiyori’s lips.

A tiny noise of delight left Hiyori, muffled by the kiss. His dexterous hand succeeded at loosening the belt and prying open the fly of Constantine’s slacks. As he tugged up the hem of the other’s shirt, he eased up the space between their lower bodies to give himself more room to work with. When their mouths parted, he lifted his hand to chin-height and answered with one eye open. “How fortunate that we’re not going to get caught, hm?” he said, then licked from the start of his palm up to the edge of his nails.

While his fingertips slid back down against the skin beneath Constantine’s waistband, leaving a thin trail behind, he leaned in for another lingering kiss. Constantine returned it briefly, parting their lips as soon as he felt Hiyori’s fingers rest against the base of his dick. He snorted, somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Suit… yourself.”

With a slow, feather-light touch, Hiyori simply drew his fingertips down and up the length of it. The teasing touches extended to a playful swirl around the sensitive tip and a fondle of his sack. His hand felt Constantine twitch and stiffen, while his ears tuned in to the encouraging rhythm of his irregular breathing. Carefully, leaving his slacks as high around his hips as possible, Hiyori guided it out past the trappings of fabric and into his palm.

“You’re already so hard,” Hiyori whispered into his ear, and it twitched again against his fingers.

A burning heat rose to Constantine’s face at the acknowledgement. “Whose fault is that…”

Hiyori chuckled under his breath and began to stroke it, up and down. The fingertips teasing the head quickly discovered an extra dampness that he took advantage of. Taking the precum onto his hand, he spread it delicately around the head and down the shaft, all the while leaning back to admire the blush on his cheeks. “Ah, you’re so handsome like this…”

Clearly struck into silence, Constantine raised his own hand to Hiyori’s face, cupping his cheek and tousling wavy green hair. “...Not as much as you, Princess.”

With a tender smile, Hiyori brought his lips back to Constantine’s jaw, peppering it and the exposed part of his neck with kisses. His hand moved up and down, up and down, switching up the amount of pressure whenever he felt Constantine react — above or below.

As the tension in Constantine’s body heightened, his breath became more ragged. He tilted his head up and covered his mouth with his hand. Hiyori continued to lavish his love on that slender neck, the pace of his stroking increasing and steadying out. From the trembles of his hip against Hiyori’s, the peak of his pleasure was tantalizingly close.

“Don’t make a mess here… give it all to me,” Hiyori instructed him, murmuring up toward the ear now just out of reach. With fluid movements, he dropped to his knees, guided Constantine’s cock into his eager mouth, and coaxed him over the edge with a soft tongue against the underside of the head. Constantine came hot and thick against his throat, his stifled groan trapped beneath his own desperate palm.

Basking in a job well done, Hiyori waited until the final spurt subsided before giving the head a last lick and leaning back. He met Constantine’s eyes from above the other’s heaving chest, swallowed the generous load, and smiled bewitchingly. His lover closed his eyes in response and leaned his head back one last time, drained and overwhelmed.

Constantine extended a hand to him after that. Hiyori stood with his help and meticulously fixed their clothes. After that, Hiyori pulled him back out onto the restaurant floor, a bounce to his step that hadn’t been there before.

“Let’s pay the bill and get out of here,” Constantine leaned over to tell him once they were near their table. Self-consciously — and still sweaty beneath it — he adjusted the scarf around his neck. “I’m going to get back at you for that.”

“I thought you’d never ask♪” Hiyori lilted back at him sweetly.

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“Mm… I love the feeling of your lips against me…”

Now lying on the plush privacy of his own bed, Hiyori arched his back as Constantine planted a warm trail of kisses down his bare torso. His fingers both clutched at the sheets and enthusiastically wound into his lover’s hair, encouraging Constantine to go as reverently slow as he wished. Meanwhile, Constantine’s hands held on to the flesh of his back, keeping Hiyori in place as if he’d ever dream of leaving.

“The piercing looks great now,” Constantine paused to say, his tongue poking out to toy with the bottom gem of the navel piercing. Hiyori squirmed in his grip, thrilled by the attention.

“I’m so glad you like it~ Ahh…” Words gave way to dreamy sighs as the kisses moved lower. Every puff of breath from Constantine’s nose against the wet skin he left behind made Hiyori arch his back more.

“I like everything about you, Princess.” Another kiss. Another exhale. “How soft your skin is. How sweet your voice is.” Another kiss. Another exhale. “How willing you are to get us kicked out of a fancy restaurant on my birthday.”

Despite himself, Hiyori let out a single loud laugh. “Wow, are you going to hold that against me? No one discovered us!”

Constantine’s lips curled into a smile against his skin. Peering up, he said, “I’m not holding it against you, but I’m definitely not going to forget.”

“Fine, fine~” Stroking his hair, Hiyori replied, “I doubt I’ll forget it either.”

His lover continued down, leaving a lingering kiss just above the button of his tailored linen dress pants that made him shiver. One of Constantine’s hands shifted from his back to each side of the button, slowly prying it open and exposing the zipper. He took his time unzipping it as well.

“You wore your best tonight,” he observed as he pushed himself up a bit, using both hands to partially tug down the pants and boxer briefs beneath. Hiyori immediately missed the warmth of those fingertips and squirmed wordlessly in protest. Soon enough one hand returned to the skin of his side, while the other moved to the base of his half-hard dick. Those fingers positioned it higher while Constantine descended toward it, pressing a kiss to the tip. “You looked great.”

“Hah… so did you. You clean up… so well… Hn…” Unable to control the little noises escaping his throat as Constantine continued to kiss along the shaft, Hiyori released them freely. When Constantine extended his tongue, gliding the soft tip of it from bottom to top, Hiyori felt himself begin to melt under the spreading heat.

Smiling his appreciation of Hiyori’s reception below, Constantine drew his tongue around the tip and shifted his hand lower. He gave brief, gentle attention with his fingertips to the jewels below — he was aware it wasn’t a spot Hiyori liked him to linger on, but a little acknowledgement went a long way. As he took Hiyori into his mouth, his fingers moved to stroke the flesh just past them. Hiyori’s breath caught in his throat, and his toes curled.

Constantine drawing his heavenly lips away after that to completely remove the fabric tight around Hiyori’s thighs felt like an unbearable tease. Hiyori whined his name as the other reached over to the bedside, urging him back. Rationally, the sight of him turning a bottle of lubricant over onto his fingers was the ideal sight to see at this point, but that didn’t make patience any easier.

“Sorry to make you wait,” Constantine placated him, setting the bottle back on the bedside table and returning to his position over Hiyori’s lower body.

“I’ll forgive you this time…” Hiyori answered, latching back onto him and convincing no one with his ability to hold a grudge over this. As soon as that melting heat returned to his cock, the dissatisfaction disappeared without a trace.

A slick finger drew slow circles around his entrance as Constantine’s tongue continued its ministrations. Hiyori tightened the hand in that pink hair, eager and willing. Taking it as the encouragement it was, Constantine eased that fingertip inside. The budding feeling of fullness made Hiyori let out a sigh, heavy and desirous.

Sliding in and out, Constantine’s finger loosened him up and worked its way in deeper. The anticipation building within his core almost drove Hiyori to push down onto it, but he held himself back for the greater reward. Constantine discovering the sweet spot in his depths was punctuated with a kiss to his shaft, and then he applied pressure inside that drew out an uncontrolled moan.

“Music to my ears,” said Constantine.

“I'll sing all you want if you keep this up…♪ Nn…”

Constantine continued his dual stimulation, growing bolder with the thrusts of his finger. When Hiyori felt a second join the first, his grip tightened on the sheets. The warmth spreading inside at every deliberate rub of Constantine’s fingertips drove him further toward a state of bliss, but also sparked a feeling of carnal hunger that grew with the fullness two fingers provided. He pulled back that hand from the bed and threaded it through his own hair in an effort to keep himself sane. The sweat forming at his scalp made it slick to the touch.

“Ah… not enough,” Hiyori whined when he could no longer take it. Constantine paused, his eyes flickering up. With a longing sigh and a stroke of his lover’s face, Hiyori continued: “I need you inside me.”

“You got it, Princess.” A last kiss was pressed to the tip, and then he pulled his fingers out.

After the shiver it gave him subsided, Hiyori eagerly pushed himself up to meet Constantine as he sat up against the pillows beside the headboard. He threw one leg over Constantine’s and remained on his knees, directing the other’s chin up for a desperate kiss. One wasn’t enough — Hiyori crashed their lips together again and again, like a drowning man finally finding the salvation of air. His hands busied themselves with prying apart the remaining buttons on Constantine’s half-open shirt, while Constantine took care of everything lower himself.

“I love you… I love you…” Hiyori murmured when Constantine’s hands found their way to his back again. “Ah, I want to feel you fill me completely…”

“I love you too,” Constantine managed to get out between increasingly heavier breaths and kisses. “How do you want me?”

“Lie back,” came his instruction, and Constantine nodded his agreement.

Completely bare to him, Constantine ran his fingers up Hiyori’s thigh admiringly, then grabbed the bottle one more time. Hiyori snatched it from him, taking it upon himself to slather Constantine’s stiff cock with lubricant and relish the way his abs tightened at the enthusiastic touch. After patting his hand dry with a towel, Hiyori positioned himself over the tip, looking down with a flushed face positively drunk on adoration.

“What a beautiful view,” he sighed, tugging the hand on his right thigh upward to intertwine their fingers before he lowered himself down. Hiyori’s breath hitched as he felt Constantine begin to slide into him; Constantine bit back a groan, his fingers squeezing harder.

“Hah… Constantine…” The name slipped from Hiyori’s lips the moment he felt completely full. The desire had been met, but it hadn’t yet been satisfied: after lifting himself back up until he was almost empty, he descended hot and tight around it again.

Being with him like this was like sinking back into deep water. Without a care, Hiyori watched the surface world rise far out of his grasp. He didn’t need the light and warmth of the sun if Constantine was with him, kissing him, lavishing him with love down here.

His movements gradually formed a rhythm. Groans and curses from Constantine, intermittent though they were, set Hiyori’s heart racing even faster than before. Perspiration formed on more of his body, both from the heat and the exertion, loosening Constantine’s grip on his glistening thigh. Constantine moved his hand higher on Hiyori as a result, reaching and toying with a hard but welcoming nipple. Beginning to feel unsteady, Hiyori splayed the fingers of his free hand out on Constantine’s firm stomach. Sighs and moans fell from his mouth just as the sweat fell from his hair.

When he arched his back then, he found just the right angle for Constantine to fill him at. Feeling the radiating warmth, Hiyori called out to him again. “Ah… Constantine…!”

He wasn’t far from release, and he pursued it.

“Say my name,” Hiyori directed him longingly, certain that it would be all he needed.

Constantine’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a gaze that made him feel like the most wanted person alive. “Hiyori…”

“Ah…!”

A sharp spike of arousal shot through him, making the next stroke push him to the peak of pleasure. He came with Constantine inside him, pulsing and squeezing around his dick as he spilled out on his stomach. Barely able to stay upright as the orgasm subsided in waves, he leaned on the hand he still tightly held and panted heavily.

Constantine waited so patiently, affected by the sight, that Hiyori was happy to offer him a reward. “Good boy…♪ Now… mnn… do what you want with me.”

Without a word, Constantine nudged him off and over, helping Hiyori lie down on his back in his place. Still coming down from it, Hiyori barely registered him cleaning his torso off with a different part of the same towel. Constantine settled down between his legs after, urging Hiyori to lift them over his hips with feverish movements. Tired but still lost in the throes of desire, Hiyori complied, fighting the weight of gravity to pin him between his knees. His hands reached up, clinging to Constantine’s powerful back.

Constantine kissed him, the landing sloppy but fervent. “I want you just like this,” he murmured, and slid deep into him again. Hiyori cried out and clung to him fiercely, overwhelmed by the stimulation and the heat of their entwined bodies.

Now the one in control, Constantine’s thrusts started vigorous and continued that way. Throbbing and eager inside him, he chased the heights of his own pleasure while panting over Hiyori’s shoulder. If Hiyori hadn’t melted enough before, he was certain he would now — the scorching lust driving his lover closer, faster, and deeper was more sweltering than the coming summer evenings.

“Constantine… Constantine…!” Again and again Hiyori whined his name, swept away by the passion that possessed him.

“Nn… fuck…!”

Sensing how close he was, Hiyori breathlessly gave him one more request: “Hah… come all over me, please…!”

Constantine went wild for the last few thrusts, pulling out only just before crashing over the edge a second time. He let out an unfiltered groan as he took his cock into his hand and coated Hiyori’s upper stomach and chest. Hiyori startled at the sheer heat of it, but quickly relaxed his body into the bed, the heaves of his lungs making it glisten in the room’s low light.

“Jeez… it’s even hotter than before…” he observed, lifting a heavy hand to almost absentmindedly smear it lightly over an erect nipple. Meeting Constantine’s eyes, he smiled coyly, leaving the rest as it had already been painted over him. “Am I pretty like this?”

“More than anything,” Constantine replied without hesitation.

Hiyori chuckled and reached up to pull him down into the most chaste embrace the day had seen. “Right answer♪”

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Moonlight and the lively glow of the sleepless ward below filtered in through the open bedroom window. It was a clear, pleasant night, and the faint breeze coming in through the screen cooled a shirtless Constantine down after his shower. Seated at a small round table in front of that window, he stared thoughtfully out into the darkness.

“The tea is ready~ Thank you for waiting,” came Hiyori’s chipper voice as he reentered the room with two teacups in hand. He wore a loose, fine lavender robe, his hair still drying from the shower he’d taken first. Leaning over as he placed both cups on the lace tablecloth, he left an affectionate kiss on Constantine’s cheek.

Constantine smiled, offered him a “Thanks,” and then picked up his cup. Holding it just below his nose, he closed his eyes and gave it a sniff. “Chamomile?”

Hiyori seated himself primly on the table’s second chair. “And a bit of lavender and lemon balm,” he explained. “You’ll be having sweet dreams before you know it.” His posture relaxed under the influence of the sweet spring breeze even before he lifted his cup and took a sip.

“Good choice for this time of night.” Joining him in indulging, Constantine lowered it to his lips. “I think my dreams will be sweet enough without them, though.”

“Pleased with your birthday this year, are you?” Hiyori inquired, leaning one elbow on the table and resting his chin upon his loose fist. There was a pleased, encouraging slant to his eyes. When Constantine nodded, he grinned. “I’m happy to hear it. ♪ I am sorry you weren’t able to spend more time with Céline, however. Was it strange?”

“It is weird not focusing my attention on her this year, but she had plans of her own. Guess we’re both moving ahead here.” Constantine leaned back in his chair and stared out the window. The sharp angles of his facial features reflected the outside light exquisitely. “I didn’t know either one of us could ever live like this.”

“Mm-hm.” Hiyori stayed as he was, enchanted by the simple view of him, clear-eyed under the moonlight. He wanted to commit every detail of this image to memory, like a photograph that could never fray or fade.

Comfortable silence carried on. In time, Constantine’s gaze shifted over to Hiyori, who didn’t shy away from being caught. “What?” Constantine asked him, as if expecting to be told he’d forgotten to wash off a soap bubble or two.

“You’re beautiful under the moonlight,” Hiyori remarked easily. It was only when he continued that a warm rosiness added color to his cheeks: “And I feel very lucky to have been allowed to be part of your new life.”

“You think you’re lucky…” Constantine snorted, shyly turning his head away and taking another drink.

“I do. I told you before how new this is to me… loving, and being loved, by someone outside my family. You’ve seen down to my insecurities, and yet I still feel like both a priceless treasure and a valuable confidant to you.” He briefly closed his eyes. “I know I’ve lived a life a lot more comfortable than yours, but you filled an emptiness I nursed for a long time.”

Constantine exhaled. He lowered his cup to the table but kept a finger through the handle. “And you showed me I was capable of a life like this. I’d accepted my life was just going to revolve around violence before I got close to you, only caring about my sister and our survival. It was enough to get by, but it wasn’t enough to really live, for either of us.”

“You should give yourself a little more credit. The things you create with your hands are amazing — whether it’s a gun or a music box, you’ve long been capable of more than that!”

“I guess. Maybe I could’ve opened up a shop selling handmade shit and tried my best to live a normal life here if I never met you, but I doubt I would’ve felt much different. You telling me you loved me changed something... and the narrow world around me opened up completely.”

Rubbing as subtly as possible at the corner of his eye, Hiyori found the moonlit sight of him blurry now. “I’m so relieved I had the courage to tell you. I love you, and I’ll tell you that until your life is full of so much light that the shadows can never scare you again.”

Constantine smiled at him with a soft vulnerability that belonged to him alone. With the lightest touch, he reached out to Hiyori’s face and wiped at the corner of the opposite eye. When they first met, Hiyori doubted such a side of him existed. Now that he witnessed it in rare moments alone, he wanted to hold onto it for the rest of his life.

“Feeling tired yet?”

“Oh, you know I am,” Hiyori answered, giving him a pointed look. “As for drowsy, almost! But before I finish my tea, I propose a toast: to many more birthdays celebrated together, and an even broader horizon ahead of us!” He straightened up in his chair, holding up his teacup proudly.

“To many more birthdays together,” Constantine repeated, gently tapping their cups together.

“Wonderful. Happy Birthday, Constantine. ♪”

They both downed the last of their tea, leaving the empty vessels to rest on the table for the night.

It was possible one or both would disappear from the island even the morning after, but Hiyori planned to keep his past promise. “If I returned home right now,” he’d said that day in Constantine’s room, “I would want to find you again and keep all of it: my family, Eden and Eve, and you.”

Tonight, all he had to do was crawl in bed with this irreplaceable love and fall asleep in his arms.

#drabble #uwps001 #nsfw text cw . really really !!#5000 words of indulgence. I love them. bye 💚

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