The last of the guests stumbled up the grand staircase to their hotel rooms, laughter and half-sung goodbyes echoing down the hall. The party had finally drawn to a close—or so it seemed.
Yuu and Kenji moved quietly through the lobby, hands intertwined, their wedding clothes long discarded but the electric glow of the night still sparking between them. The elevator ride was a silent kind of sweet, just the hum of the machinery and the occasional squeeze of fingers.
When they reached their suite, Yuu fished his keycard out of his pocket, slid it into the door, and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him.
He locked it, then turned around—and froze.
Kenji was already naked, standing there with that devilish smirk that said everything without words.
No buildup. No teasing.
Just pure, unapologetic readiness.
Yuu swallowed, heart racing. "You really want to start again?"
Kenji's grin only widened. "I've been waiting all night."
What followed was a blur of skin, whispered names, tangled limbs, and laughter between gasps. They made love like it was the most natural thing in the world, reclaiming every moment lost to years of silence and pain. The night stretched and folded around them, the outside world fading until only they existed.
When dawn crept through the curtains, soft and golden, they finally collapsed, breathless and tangled in the sheets—an exhausted, contented mess.
By the time they shuffled down to breakfast, the hotel dining room was already buzzing with early risers and lingering guests, many nursing sore heads and bleary eyes.
Yuu felt his cheeks heat as soon as they stepped inside.
Nakamura was already there—standing tall with a smug grin like he held the world's best secret.
"Ohhh," he said, voice loud enough to carry across the room, "looks like someone had a very good night!"
Heads turned. Conversations stalled.
Yuu's face turned crimson as Kenji's eyes darted nervously around.
Then Nakamura grinned wider, mimicking Kenji's voice perfectly:
"'Ohhh, give me more!'"
The entire room burst into laughter.
Kenji groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Yuu tried—and failed—to keep a straight face.
"Seriously, Nakamura!" Yuu whispered harshly. "Please stop!"
Nakamura just shrugged, still chuckling.
"Consider it your official wedding send-off," he said with a wink.
Kenji muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, I'm never leaving this room again.
Yuu shook his head, amused despite the embarrassment.
"Well," he said, sliding an arm around Kenji's waist, "at least everyone knows you're very enthusiastic."
Kenji glanced up, eyes twinkling despite the flushed cheeks.
"Yeah," he whispered back, "and I intend to keep it that way.