#* kyukichoㅤ ›› / * kakucho.

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* . ⊹◞ ㅤ@kyukichoㅤ↪ㅤmistletoe meme :ㅤㅤ❝ ㅤ🌿🍒 - Kakucho!ㅤ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞,ㅤwhen he used to be a teenager sipping on his glass of soda mixed with rum sitting on his leather couch watching petty criminals trip over themselves trying to win his favor with presents, not in heartwarming moments shared between friends and lovers. the merry in merry christmas had been the swell of pride and power in his chest, in the cruelty in his gaze as he ordered people to debase themselves to prove worthy of serving him.

christmas now still features criminals vying for his attention, as they tend to do to the moment they spot the hanafuda tattoo in any executive's skin, but there's a tradition ran has become even fonder of in the last decade: ditching the networking parties to go back home with his family and enjoy the rest of the evening with them and them alone. rindou had chosen to stay behind for a little longer, though, so tonight it is only ran and kakucho at the haitanis' apartment, room illuminated only by the television screen playing a seasonal movie and the gentle glow of the fireplace.

kakucho's talking about something or other, but ran hasn't been paying attention, content to lean his head against the other's shoulder and close his eyes, allowing kakucho's voice to lull him to sleep... until the sound of a crunch startles him awake, and he peers up at his companion to find him snacking on the food ran had forgotten he'd left prepared on the table before them. he's about to huff at his nap being interrupted until his eyes catch the deep red of a cherry on a dessert.

he gets an idea.

stretching his arms over his head back into wakefulness, ran then reaches over to the snacks to pluck the fruit off the slice of cake it decorated. the whipped cream sticks to the cherry, and ran's lids lower at the same time his voice does, bringing it to his lips to lick it off. his eyes glint mischievously.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤhave you heard of the mistletoe tradition, kakucho?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe begins airily, gently swinging the cherry from side to side like a hypnotic coin.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤlegend says you must kiss the person you stand under a mistletoe with, or you'll have bad, bad luck. it sounds awful, doesn't it?ㅤ’

smiling like the cat who got the cream, ran raises the cherry by the stem and hangs it over both their heads.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤoh?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe says, voice flat with mock surprise.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤwho could've possibly put that there?ㅤ’

── and he carelessly throws it over his shoulder before swinging a leg and shamelessly sitting on kakucho's lap.

kissing kakucho is always a slow affair; ran likes to take his time memorizing every crease of his shirt as his hands travel a familiar path up his firm chest, palms cupping either side of kakucho's neck as their lips meet. his blissed out sigh is caught in between the languid dance of their lips, ran's eyes slipping shut contentedly when his body relaxes into kakucho's frame, turning two bodies into one, sharing a bone-deep warmth that no winter wind can reach. his fingers absentmindedly play with midnight strands, playfully curling kakucho's hair at the base of his neck before tugging at it, guiding his head further back to prompt a gasp out of him that allows ran's tongue to venture inside, his own chuckle muffled. ran can hear little else but the wet smack of their lips, the pleased hums at the back of his throat, and the fast drumming of his heart betraying the confident movements of his hands guiding kakucho's down to his waist.

ran slowly pulls back just enough so the tip of their noses are still touching, their warm breaths mingling. fair cheeks are tinted pink, violet eyes half-lidded, but his smile is as composed as always, as if his chest isn't rising and falling quicker with silent, but heavy breaths.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤi suppose this means we've successfully managed to avoid a terrible luck falling upon us,ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe teases, but his eyes haven't left kakucho's kiss-swollen lips once.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤbut let's make sure, hm?ㅤ’

he leans down and kisses him again, joyful christmas music echoing throughout the apartment from the forgotten television.

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›› @kyukicho asked:

He has no idea where he's been led. Firmly clinging onto Ran's arm for support and security. His hand has slowly found the other's over time. Hoping he didn't look too much like a child being led around. "Can I look yet," Kakucho questioned. "where are we?"

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤpatience is a virtue, kakucho.ㅤ’ㅤㅤㅤthe chastising tone is betrayed by the grin stretching the corner of his lips, and any wisdom he might've wanted to portray in his words was erased in the childish way he swings their joined hands as they walkㅤ—ㅤor one walked, and the other was being half-pulled.

kakucho's eyes are finally uncovered when cool air replaces the summer heat, but ran does not unlink their hands. he uses them to pull kakucho deeper into the shop, his free one waving away the attendants that would usually trip over their feet to come to his service any other dayㅤ—ㅤbut today he wants it to be just the two of them with no outsiders to interfere.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤi believe you're in dire need of a wardrobe update.ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe says airily, giving the other's outfit a quick onceover. not terrible, but he could do betterㅤ—ㅤand he will, once ran is done with him. with the critical eye of one who eats, breathes and sleeps haute couture, ran scans through the racks with concentration he seldom gives anything else, humming in contentment as he picks the clothes he feels will best suit kakucho.ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou'll try these on for me, won't you?ㅤ’