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Epilogue

It’s due to snow. My God, I think, does it have to be today? Can’t it at least hold off for twelve hours? The weather app predicts ten solid days of it. Snow, sleet, ice, snow, snow snow. Since when does it ever snow so much in December?

“Have you seen my black heels?” I ask my flatmate as I rummage through the ungodly pile of clothing at the bottom of my wardrobe.

Molly leans against the doorframe, “Yeah, you gave me a loan of them a few weeks ago. They’re here.”

“Oh thank God,” I snatch them out of her hand and wedge them into my already overpacked suitcase and then sit on it to try and force it shut.

She hovers on the threshold, “and those are the shoes you’re going to wear?” She says after some hesitation, “black sandals?”

“Yeah.”

“In the snow. In Ireland?”

I sigh, “Yes, Molls, I have no other choice, really. I need to look in some way elegant and put together, I can’t exactly show up to a wedding in my wellies, can I?”

She peers out the window above my bed at dark clouds that roll in front the west. We both know that as soon as they break, the snow will fall, and as soon as the snow falls everything will slowly shut down. The roads, the trains, the planes. “Right. Flying from Luton again?”

“Heathrow.”

“Oh, convenient.”

“I’m still cutting it fine,” I glance at my phone and feel a jolt of panic, “in fact I have to go right this very second.” I heave my suitcase up onto its wheels and volley it out into the little hallway. Molly backs out of the way as I follow, “have fun,” She says, and I wrestle with the chain on the door. It always bloody sticks at the worst moments. I let out a sigh of relief as I release it.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

I haul my bags down two flights of narrow carpeted stairs and dodge the tangle of bicycles by the front door, then I’m out onto the streets practically sprinting with my bag while daggers of freezing air hit my face. It’s usually five minutes to Finsbury Park station but I make it in three, panting and wheezing as the tube squeals to a halt in front of me.

It’s busy, just like always in the early evening, but especially in these weeks leading up to Christmas. It seems like the whole borough of Islington is trying to pile onto this train as one great heaving mass of winter jackets and shoulder bags. I wedge myself and my suitcase in a little gap among them, flushed with the sudden heat of all of the bodies, clutch to a pole and turn my body away from them all so that I can stare blankly at the tile wall through the foggy glass as we pull away from the platform.

There’s already a thin layer of snow on the ground when we land in Dublin. I gaze out the window of the plane as it trundles to a halt at the snowflakes lit up, confetti under the floodlights of terminal one, and by the time I’ve bundled myself into my hired car it’s heavier. During the hour it takes me to reach my destination I fret more and more as drifts of snow slowly build along the edges of the motorway, and when those edges turn to hedgerows of the the narrow winding country the drifts get bigger, and cushions of perfect white perch upon the dense tangle of twigs and branches of the bushes, the last of the autumn leaves still clinging forlornly to them the same way they do to the trees overhead.

It is a manor house at the end of a long, wooded lane in that part of Wicklow that is posh enough that you’d feel the need to explain the reason for your presence in it to somebody, and the house itself is like something from a film. Christmas trees glitter by the front door and warm light from the sash windows spills out onto a white carpet of snow. It’s late now, I’d be surprised if anyone was still up, but as I shoulder my way through to the lobby I’m greeted by the sounds of tickling piano keys, so I suppose at least somebody is still awake.

I leave my bags by the stairs and go through a large set of wooden doors into the dining room where a shadowed figure is fussing over the tablecloths and the placement of the candles. She turns around, startled as the door swings shut behind me.

“Oh! Evie, you’ve arrived!”

“Yes,” I say, and Caroline Healy drops what she’s doing and crosses the room to hug me, “C’mere to me,” she says, and kisses my cheek, “You look beautiful,”

“Thank you,” After five hours of travelling I really don’t feel it. I glance around the room in the dim light, and each table is immaculately dressed with white cloth, ribbons, pillar candles and bouquets of winter blooms. “Have you done all this?”

“Just the flowers,” she says, “It’s some job getting it all together you know.”

“Well it looks amazing, I’m just surprised to see you up so late.”

She waves her hand, “I won’t sleep with the nerves, you know me, “ and I laugh, because she’s not really the one that should be nervous.

“Is anybody else up and about?” I ask.

“My two were running around there a while ago trying to wrangle the little one into bed,” She throws her eyes skyward, “God help us, I love my granddaughter but she’s as spoiled as anything, no bedtime routine whatsoever. I’d say if you go out into the lounge you might see them, or maybe one of the other young people is out there still, I don’t know. The musicians were tinkering away there the last I was about.”

Anxiety blooms in my stomach at the thought of who I might find hanging out in the lounge. “By any chance are the Turners here?”

Caroline is back to the tablecloths, “Yep, arrived earlier this evening, they might be in with Shane and Kelly if you pop in, just across the hall there, sure go and say hello.”

“Right, okay.” I go back into the lobby feeling oddly like a teenager again as I hover around the lounge door afraid. Afraid to go and see people I used to know as though I should even still care, as though any of us should still care about the happenings of our late teens and early twenties. I swallow my apprehension, wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt and push through the door.

To my relief I find Shane alone. He gets up from the sofa as he sees me.

“God, Evie, you’ve arrived,” He gives me a grin that splits across his entire face. It’s so quiet here with just the sounds of the crackling fire, while outside through gaps in the velvet curtains the snow has picked up and builds to piles on the sills.

“I’m so late in, I really didn’t think it was going to take so long but you know, with the weather and everything…”

“Yeah you’ve to be careful on those roads, they’re pure lethal. Come sit down.”

I do, right across from him and notice that he’s fiddling with his watch, unclasping it and clasping it again in a rhythmic motion. I bet that he was doing exactly that before I came in.

“How are you feeling?”

He laughs, “Nervous, so nervous. Actually a bit sick, you know? That kind of nervous, and I don’t know why, it’s not like I think she won’t show up, it’s just like – I suppose it’s knowing that it’s finally the big day and everyone will be looking on and all that…”

I get it, because even though Shane is used to attention by now, having spent six years in the spotlight, in newspapers, magazines, on radio, TV and in stadiums in front of thousands, he still hates to be perceived. Even at his own wedding he can’t stand the idea.

“Well are you planning on staying down here all night or do you have some idea that you might go to bed?”

His leg is jittering too, “I dunno, I was hoping that maybe at some point I might start to feel tired enough to go up and fall asleep.”

“You’re the same as your mother.”

“Don’t I know it. C’mere,” he leans forward, “How are you doing? What’s new?”

I’ve only started to tell him when the lounge door opens and a tall blonde woman comes inside, “Sorry to interrupt you,” She says, “We’ve just set the mics and piano up and all, but we thought we’d run the order of things by you one more time before tomorrow just to be extra sure. I hope it’s not a bother or anything but we just thought since you’re up…”

“Oh yeah, I’ll be out now in a minute,”

And then I’m looking at the woman as she’s looking back at me. Does she remember me? It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen each other and even then I don’t know-

“Evie, you know Ivy, right?”

I nod, “Yeah of course! Though it’s been years and years now. I remember you, but you were only thirteen, it’s alright if you don’t-”

“No, I remember you,” She says, and as she smiles one side of her mouth lifts a little higher than the other, making her seem cheeky, brazen, even. It’s a trademark Turner smile that I know far too well, and it makes my stomach flip.

“Is your brother around?”

“He went to bed a few hours ago. Jet lag.”

“I suppose I’ll say hi to him tomorrow.”

“Suppose you will.” She calls out, already disappeared around the doorframe.

I get the keys to my room from the desk and get ready for bed. This is an old house full of old noises. The radiators tick and the walls and the ceilings creak and I wonder if what I’m hearing is the sounds of other people awake and walking around or the roof settling under the weight of the snow. The furnishings are soft and old, worn and nostalgic like things from other decades tend to be, and the bed is so comfortable beneath me when I sit on it to take my shoes off that I want to topple over sideways and sleep right then and there. But I can’t. I have airports and planes and the Piccadilly line tube to wash off my skin. When I go into the bathroom to take a shower I’m surprised to find the absence of one, and only a clawfoot bath in its place, but that’s okay, I think, as long as I don’t let myself fall asleep in it.

I sit in it for a long time, until the water loses its heat and I lose all sense of the hour, but I don’t feel like moving. This must be the first time in months that I’ve sat in the quiet and done nothing, and I’m surprised by the stillness of the countryside. Outside the window the sky glows blue with the reflection of the white landscape, and there is not a sound for miles. No voices, traffic, dogs barking, city sounds, just the still, dark night. I imagine that perhaps I’m like the furniture in this hotel room, a woman from a different time.

I’ve left my bathrobe heating on the radiator so that I can wrap myself up and hold my body heat until I can nestle under the covers. It’s one of my favourite tricks from years of living in badly insulated, freezing cold London flats. From Peckham to Hackney to Dalston, they’ve all been the same. I’ve spent almost a decade of winters taping up the gaps in the windows, doubling duvets and wearing two pairs of socks to bed to ward off the assailing cold, but this room is warm enough to go without these things. I bask in the luxury of it, even in its faded beauty, the joy of slipping under the thick cotton sheets in just my silk pyjamas. I am so tired. I’m tired all the time and yet somehow I’ve never been quite this tired. I shut my eyes and listen to the faint tapping of snowfall on the glass.

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lazysublimeengineer · 5 months

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they said the end is coming (everyone's up to something)

Summary: I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.

One shot sequel from my finished Reosagi fic, “Betrothed.”

Characters: Isagi Y. & Reo M.

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags. Any other unnecessary complaints or comments will not be tolerated as sufficient warnings were provided in the tags. This one-shot sequel was inspired by the song, ‘Sweet Nothing’ from the Midnights album of Taylor Swift. I don’t own anything from the franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this beautiful song.)

I spy with my little tired eye Tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

“Issei! Is the Oyakodon ready? Yocchan and Reo are both here!” Iyo asked from the living room as she spotted the car by the gate through their windows and heard the honking sound of their car’s horn.

“Yeah! Already put it in on the bowl. You can meet and let them in now!” Issei replied from the kitchen.

Iyo went out of the door to open the gate and greet them.

“Yocchan! Reo! Just in time! Lunch is ready! Come in and park the car at the garage!” Iyo greeted them cheerfully as she opened the gate.

One of the chauffeurs opened the door of the car to let Reo and Isagi step outside of the car.

“Ma! I told you that we can prepare lunch when we get here. No need for you and Pa to tire yourselves out.” Isagi grumbled weakly as he gave her a light hug to which Iyo returned the gesture affectionately and let out a light chuckle under her breath.

“Nonsense! You two are practically our guests now into our home so I don’t want you both stressing yourself out from travelling here.” Iyo chided lightly before she redirected her gaze towards Reo who was bowing deeply at her.

“Okaasan. It’s good to see you.” Reo greeted her primly.

Iyo smiled softly before she approached him and gave him a light hug to which the other froze for a few seconds before he relaxed and returned it gently.

“You’re too formal. No need for that when it’s not the first time that you’ve met me. We’re so glad that you finally come considering on how busy you get.” She replied softly as she let him go.

“Ah, of course I am. It’d be a shame if we don’t get to visit here occasionally.” Reo rubbed his nape sheepishly.

It made Isagi grin slightly. It’s amusing yet adorable to see his own husband sporting an awkward yet genuine expression on his face. It’s different from the Mikage Reo that he presented himself as when he’s the CEO of their enterprise and faced a lot of people. This made him more reachable and saw another side of him that seldom other people see in him.

It made him feel special in a way that other people were not.

“Well, c’mon now you two. Lunch is ready and I’m sure you two are quite tired from the travel going here. Aren’t you going to park your car inside?” She asked.

“Ah, no. We can just call them on another time to pick us up when we leave.” Reo assured her before he faced their chaffeur and driver and gave them a go signal to finally leave to which they did.

“By the way, we have something for you and oyaji from Wicklow. Some knick knacks that you both might find useful and interesting.” Reo handed her a bag of souvenirs smilingly.

“Oh my. Thank you. You and Yocchan have been spoiling us with gifts whenever you visit us.” Iyo accepted the bag and inspected the contents curiously.

“Of course, okaasan. It’s a little treat from both of us whenever you and oyaji prepared something wonderful and delicious to us when we visit here.” Reo chuckled softly under his breath as they finally went inside.

Isagi couldn’t be any happier than the sight alone and wished that this simple and delicate moment could last forever.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

The soft rays of the sunlight came peeking inside the window slowly from the small drape of the curtains on the side.

Reo’s eyes fluttered open and revealed a hazy hue of pomegranate tinted with cloudy sleepiness. He yawned and let his hand reach out to the other side of the bed where Isagi laid.

Only to find it empty beside him.

The remaining drowsiness slipped out of him, and he tried to get up from the bed to find out that he was the only one sleeping on the bed.

Huh?

He must be early again. It’s hard wired for athletes like them to get up early in the morning to start their routinary exercise before anything else even on the weekends.

Reo stretched languidly before he finally stood up and put on some slippers. He went inside the bathroom and gave himself a quick fix before he inspected himself in the mirror and deemed that his appearance was now an acceptable sight.

He finally went out of the room and a sweet, sizzling aroma permeated across his surroundings that made his stomach rumble and mouth water from the delicious smell. He followed the smell to where it was coming from, and it led him inside the kitchen where he found his husband humming softly under his breath while cooking something on the stove.

Reo leaned against the doorframe and watched in silent contentment at the peaceful yet radiant sight before him. He couldn’t contain himself any longer and finally approached him from behind where he wrapped his arms around his middle which earned a surprised squeak from the other.

How adorable.

“Morning. Why didn’t you wake me up hmm?” He whispered throatily as his tongue licked at the shell of his ear.

Reo felt him shiver against his arms and a smirk made its way to his face as he continued his ministrations, now kissing along the crook of his neck.

“And g-good morning to y-you too...” Isagi barely suppressed a breathy sigh and a soft moan from escaping his lips. “Don’t wanna wake you up when you’re sleeping like a baby... And I just want to make some breakfast for us... R-reo... Ngh... Haven’t you’ve had enough already last night...?” He croaked out.

“Hmm? You’re saying something?” Reo murmured distractedly as his eager mouth continued showering kisses along his nape while his hands grew bolder and wandered inside his shirt where he gently caressed his torso and earned a light gasp from the blue-eyed striker.

“Ngh... Reo... Does it have to be now...? Fuck... I’m still cooking here... Also, someone might see us.” Isagi breathed out shakily as one of Reo’s hands slipped out of his shirt and reached for the knob of the stove to turn it off.

“There. All done. And Yoichi-kun, it’s still early in the morning. Probably 5AM and no one would be able to see us here if we keep quiet unless you want an audience in here hmm?” Reo whispered seductively, of course he was just teasing him, he’d stop if Isagi outright said no.

However, it was the polar opposite. With Isagi’s words earlier insisting that he should ceased his bold yet teasing actions, his body said otherwise and seemed to linger more on his touch rather than pulling away.

“Stop being an asshole... We’re in my parents’ home you idiot...” Isagi tried to reprimand him, but it came out as a weak moan as Reo nipped along the sensitive spot on his neck which made him inadvertently closed his eyes and leaned closer to his touch.

“Hmm? I’m not hearing a no from you my dear husband. Just say the word and I’ll stop.” Reo replied lowly.

“Just... damn it... Get on with it quickly.... I’m not saying it again.” Isagi huffed out in a frustrated yet needy whine which made Reo smile against his skin.

Reo finally got to work and hoisted him up on the counter with ease. Isagi was sitting in the corner as Reo opened a lower cabinet to prop his foot on.

Without any wasting time, Reo gripped his hips and spread his legs apart and move in between them, catching his lips in a fiery kiss as he divested off his boxers and gave a one swift, thrust which made Isagi gasped and moaned out simultaneously inside his mouth.

With his insides still warm and slick from the aftermath of a heated night between the two of them in their bedroom previously, he penetrated him with ease and didn’t see the need to prepare him as Isagi’s quivering walls were stretched invitingly and accommodated the wide girth of his cock easily.

Isagi’s hands wrapped around Reo’s neck for leverage and support as he returned his kiss hungrily, letting the other’s tongue plunder inside his mouth and plow him against the counter wildly. His lecherous moans and sinful mewls were swallowed by their open-mouthed kisses.

Isagi’s legs quivered but kept it spread open to accommodate Reo’s throbbing length with his swift yet precise movements inside him which hit and abused his sweet spot repeatedly. This made Isagi’s head spin, and he saw stars in his line of vision.

Reo’s hands gently caressed and squeezed along his hips and thighs before he pulled his mouth away and broke their shared kisses to bite around the other’s shoulder lightly.

“Fuck...! I’m close... God, you’re squeezing me just right Yoichi...!” Reo groaned out against his skin.

“Ah— Ah— Ah— Reo...! Feels good...! Don’t stop please...! I’m c-close t-too...!” Isagi tried to keep his voice low, but he couldn’t stop the series of low moans and grunts of pleasure from escaping his lips.

With a one, last ferocious thrust, Reo’s body quivered and reached his climax, painting his insides with the hot, splashes of his cum. Isagi followed soon right after, a soft moan slipping past his lips as he reached his peak and splashed his load across their chests.

Isagi’s head fell into the other’s chest as he breathed raggedly while Reo loosened his grip on him but kept his hold on his waist for leverage and support as they both gathered their bearings.

“Fuck. If it’s you who’s going to serve my breakfast every morning, I don’t mind you doing it every day.” Reo remarked with a throaty chuckle.

“Shut up you idiot. You owe me a massage later.” Isagi shot back in fond exasperation.

They basked in the afterglow for a few seconds before they heard some shuffling sounds from the outside which made them freeze before quickly pulling apart and hastily putting on their clothes.

“Well, we need to clean this up... sort of little messy in here.” Reo commented as he reached for a rag and a kitchen cleanser inside the cabinet.

“And whose fault is that?” Isagi rolled his eyes playfully before he joined him in cleaning up the mess that they made on the counter.

“I guess I can make some bacon and eggs for today. What do you say Issei? Would they like it for breakfast?” Iyo’s voice from upstairs rang out.

“Maybe. We can probably add some waffles and—.”

Issei stopped midsentence as he spotted Isagi and Reo placing the freshly made breakfast on the table.

Iyo blinked owlishly at the sight as well when they arrived in the kitchen and dining area.

The kitchen looked also pristine and clean.

“Good morning, Ma and Pa. You’re just in time for breakfast.” Isagi said smilingly.

“Come and join us.” Reo piped up cheerfully as well.

“I guess we don’t have to worry about breakfast for today at all.” Issei remarked which made Iyo chuckle softly under her breath as they sat beside each other.

Reo stole a quick but meaningful glance at Isagi and caught his gaze.

Clandestine smiles were shared towards each other.

What a lovely morning for them.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

“Do you even know how to do that?” Isagi sighed as he watched Reo placed the plant in the hole and planted it with a soil. The placement of the plant on the ground was not deep enough and was displayed awkwardly under the bright lights of the sun.

“Of course I am! What do you take me for?” Reo made an offended sound at the back of his throat. “I’ll have you know that I took great care of Nagi’s plant back in our heyday!” He added dramatically.

“Which was a cactus.” Isagi deadpanned before he scooted closer to him and took one of his gloved hands which was holding the garden shovel and guided him in adding more soil into the plant.

“You need to plant it deep enough that the top of the root ball is about one inch or something above the surrounding soil. Then add more soil and press it down to collapse any large pockets in the soil.” Isagi stated as his gaze was focused on guiding Reo’s hand in pressing the shovel down the soil that he failed to notice on Reo’s intent gaze on his face.

“So, do you get it now or—.” Isagi stopped midsentence as he finally faced him and clashed his azure irises against his mauve orbs.

Faint, pinkish hues colored his cheeks as he realized how deep Reo was staring at his face and at their proximity.

“Did you even listen or just gawk at me like an idiot?” Isagi grumbled out weakly as he looked away to hide the crimson hues that flooded his face.

A soft smile inched across Reo’s lips as he basked in the sight of his husband who had an adorable yet genuine expression on his face.

He can’t admit it directly to him but this was one of those rare moments that he enjoyed. Maybe the others would quickly surmised that the young heir of the Mikage Corp. Had always enjoyed and valued luxurious vacations and activities with his husband. He did enjoy them yes. As a person who grew up in vast wealth and opulence of their living, he was used to it and living for it. But he treasured more of these simple but memorable moments with him by his side.

When they’re here together, he was simply Reo, and his husband was simply Yoichi as if they’re not the renowned athletes all over the world and one of the most well-known, powerful couple in society magazines.

They’re just here.

A newly married couple who were sincerely enjoying their time together.

God, they’re just like teenagers sometimes who were going out on a date and getting to know each other.

But considering on how they started their relationship backwards, Reo didn’t mind it one bit.

He really didn’t if he’s got to be beside his lovely husband all the time.

“Not my fault if I find my husband being cute like this.” Reo replied playfully before he stole a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Wha—? Hey!” Isagi protested as his face was set aflame at the stolen kiss performed by Reo on his cheek. Sometimes he was still caught off guard by the other’s sudden display of affection, which he didn’t mind of course. He was still wondering how he bagged the Reo Mikage on his arms who was one of the most sought out bachelors of their heyday.

With a sudden streak of confidence striking upon him, Isagi quickly turned around to face and jumped on him which ended up Reo lying on the soft ground of the garden with him on top of him.

Isagi’s eyes fixed on the male’s face before a simple, yet genuine smile broke out of his lips.

As he leaned down and brushed his lips along his in a fleeting yet inviting kiss, he realized that he wouldn’t trade this kind of memory for anything else.

Not when their hearts were tangled with one another for eternity.

When Isagi tried to balance himself on the surfboard, a huge wave came crashing into him and made him lose his balance and fell off.

He was still coughing up a bit and shook his head off from the sand that caught his damp locks when he heard the light laughter of Reo from the shore which made him huff indignantly.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just that your kinda adorable when your washed up by the sea.” Reo raised his arms placatingly before he approached him and took the surfing board from his arms to place it on their spot under the shade.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I know I’m a loser when it came to surfing but you won’t be laughing in the future once I get the hang of it.” Isagi replied petulantly, trying not to sound like a stubborn kid who lost at a game on the playground.

“Now don’t be like that my dear husband.” He chuckled softly before he took him by the arm and gently led him into the secluded, yet calmer side of the sea surrounded by large rocks.

“So, why are we here?” Isagi asked with an arched brow.

“To teach you on how to balance yourself of course.” Reo replied playfully as they both waded the serene waters.

“Right. I can smell your bullshit a mile from here.” Isagi scoffed lightly but there was lopsided grin tugging on his lips.

“I’m trying to be romantic here so stop spoiling the mood.” Reo complained lightly.

“It’s not my fault that you’re such a sap sometimes.” Isagi rolled his eyes playfully before he wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“I can just can never win with you sometimes.” Reo chuckled softly under his breath before he leaned closer and removed any gap between the two of them by claiming his lips in a deep yet soulful kiss.

Isagi reciprocated ardently, his mouth molding sensually against the other’s lips as he kissed him back passionately, his legs automatically wrapped themselves up on Reo’s hips as his hands tangled themselves on his damp locks and massaged on his scalp.

Reo wasted no time as he gently backed Isagi against a large rock which completely hid their compromising position.

Isagi moaned softly inside his mouth before he pulled away hesitantly and looked around.

“Are you sure no one will find us here?” He asked hoarsely.

Reo grinned playfully. “Of course, Yoichi-kun. I won’t be bringing you to this spot if there’s a bit of a chance that someone might see us. Or maybe you’re into that sort of thing?” He asked teasingly as his lips found their way to the pale column of his throat and showered it with featherlight kisses.

“It’s not that you asshole.” Isagi grumbled weakly as a shiver ran along his spine as he felt Reo’s eager mouth traipsing heatedly along his neck. “I don’t want some paparazzi feasting on us in their tabloids or magazines.” He gasped lightly as one of Reo’s hands found its way on his chest and pinched one of his sensitive nubs.

“Relaxed Yoichi-kun. No one’s gonna find us here and if there was I’ll make sure our glorious bodies won’t even make it to the papers.” He mumbled hotly against his skin and all Isagi could do was to surrender his will and body to Reo as he was getting seductively drunk on his kisses and ministrations alone. His body was reacting traitorously to the other’s proximity and touches and the rational part of his mind was slowly melting away.

“Fuck, you’re incorrigible sometimes.” Isagi groaned out.

“You mean insatiable my dear husband.” Reo briefly looked up and shot him a flirty wink to which Isagi rolled his eyes in fond exasperation.

“Just get on with it. Or do you want your dear husband to do all the work?” Isagi asked lowly.

“As you wish. I’m pretty easy to talk to anyway.” Reo replied huskily before his mouth dove down on his chest and let his mouth lavished heatedly on his skin and let his tongue encircled on one of his nipples and gave it kitten licks before sucking on it in a slow yet sensual manner which earned a half whimper and half moan from the other.

Isagi couldn’t help but to rub himself suggestively against Reo’s body to increase the heated friction between their bodies which earned a groan from the other and made one of his hands travelled down on his thighs near his cock to squeezed invitingly. This made Isagi twitched slightly against him and a soft moan slipping past his lips as a shot of arousal hit him through the roof as Reo’s hands brushed near along his cock inside his swimming trunks.

“F-fuck... R-reo...” His heart stuttered wildly inside his chest as Reo’s mouth and hands continued doing sinful things on his body which made his eyes swirl in pure ecstasy and want, his mind was hazy and faraway as it only wanted to be satisfied by the young heir’s sensuous actions on his body and senses.

“Can’t get enough of you...” Reo murmured distractedly against his skin, his hot breaths leaving a trail of fire in every fiber of his being.

“Reo please... Want more of you...” Isagi whined needily as he bucked his hips against him which earned a guttural moan from the other.

Reo unlatched his mouth from his nipples to look at him with a lazy smirk resting on his lips.

“I like that look on your face Yoichi-kun.” He cooed. “Can you beg again for me?” He added playfully.

A scowl made its way to Isagi’s face as he hit him weakly on his chest. “Shut up you dumbass or you want me to leave you here high and dry?” He tried to maintain the annoyed look on his face, but it was betrayed by his flushed cheeks and swollen lips which was sinfully wet and red from being thoroughly kissed earlier.

“Hey, hey. Now don’t be like that my dear husband. I’m just kidding. You know that I love you right? And I’m always at your beck and call.” Reo replied softly before he leaned down and bestowed a simple but reverential kiss which melted Isagi’s remaining petulance away and clung to him needily, returning his kiss eagerly.

Reo didn’t waste his time as he slipped down their trunks before he stroked his cock and let one of his hands wandered around his plump derriere going to his entrance. However, Isagi’s hand landed on his wrist and stopped him.

“You don’t have to...” He whispered faintly.

“But I need to prepare—.”

“Trust me Reo I won’t be needing it so better get on with it.” Isagi replied as he bit his lip as he looked away, his cheeks dusted off in pink hues as his own words.

Reo blinked owlishly at him as he deciphered his words before his eyes grew wide in realization.

“Don’t tell me...? Before we even get here you... you’ve already prepared yourself...?” He asked breathlessly.

“W-well, I didn’t rule out the possibility that we might get into this kind of situation so it's best to be prepared for anything.” Isagi mumbled under his breath, resisting the urge to hide his face as he could feel his cheeks burning at his admission.

Something flickered inside Reo’s eyes before a low growl escaped his lips.

“You’ve done well my dear husband but next time let me do it for you as part of my responsibility towards you.” He replied throatily before he hoisted him up against the rock and made him wrapped his legs around his hips for leverage and support. He licked his lips slowly as his predatory gaze raked over Isagi’s form hungrily before he gave a one, swift thrust and breached his velvety walls which earned a low but lecherous moan from them.

“God fucking dammit Reo...! Fuck!” Isagi’s hands quickly grappled on his back and let his nails raked on his skin which earned a low hiss from the other male. The feeling of being full hit him instantaneously as Reo’s cock stretched him to his limit and buried itself to the hilt.

“Damn it to hell...! Still fucking tight no matter how many times we did this already!” Reo groaned out as the fiery, yet addicting sensation flooded around his veins at the feeling of Isagi’s walls quivered and stretched itself easily to accommodate the wide girth of his cock.

Without any preamble, Reo pulled away and slammed back inside of him ferociously which earned a sinful moan and helpless mewl from the other male. Tears of pleasure and drool started to cascade down his face as Reo’s thrusts grew harder and deeper which came to a point that he was railing him recklessly against the rock.

“Ah— Ah— Ah— Reo! Fuck that feels so good! Don’t you dare stop! Hit there harder please!” Isagi couldn’t contain his moans and mewled like a bitch in heat as Reo plowed him wildly and abused his sweet spot repeatedly.

Reo immediately leaned down and captured his lips in a wild and dirty kiss, swallowing all the pleasurable noises that were coming out from his sinful lips.

Isagi kissed him back messily, letting the other’s tongue explore the insides of his mouth wildly. He surrendered himself to the mind-numbing sensation and delirious ecstasy that the other was bringing him in.

“Fuck! Yoichi I’m close!” He mumbled hotly against his mouth.

“Inside Reo! Please! Finish it inside of me!” He mumbled back, completely drunk from pleasure and lust that enveloped his entire being.

“Fuck! I love you so much! Take all of it!” He groaned inside his mouth as Reo’s body shuddered and reached his climax, emptying himself on his walls and painted his insides with the warm sensation of his cum.

A muffled mewl and moan escaped from Isagi’s lips as he was filled up to his brim instantaneously, reaching his own peak afterwards and splashed his cum across their chests.

For a moment, they stayed like that together with only their ragged breathing and thunderous beats of their hearts inside their chests ringing around their senses.

The cool draft of air and mild splash of water from the sea shattered the drunken haze that they were in and they decided to pull away from each other and redressed themselves. Isagi’s legs trembled beneath the water before a surprise yelp emitted from his lips as he felt Reo’s robust arms carried his quivering frame easily.

“Wha—?”

“Now I can’t leave my poor husband walking alone when he’s on the receiving end of our strenuous activities.” Reo remarked mischievously.

Isagi rolled his eyes playfully as he wrapped his arms around his neck and let the other carry him back to the shore. “That’s right. Pamper your dear husband along with a well-deserved massage later.”

“As you wish of course.” Reo laughed huskily.

Isagi looked at his profile. The setting sun reflected his face in a soft glow of orangey hues from the sky.

A simple yet tantalizing smile inched across his lips at the radiant sight before him.

“Reo?” He called out gently.

“Yeah?” Reo glanced at him before Isagi quickly took him by the nape and claimed his lips in a deep yet soulful kiss that meant to pour out of his love for one another.

“I love you...” He murmured against his lips.

“I love you more...” Reo murmured back softly as he returned his kiss that’s worth more than a thousand words of affection for the other.

They said the end is coming (they said the end is coming) Everyone's up to something (everyone's up to something) I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving (outside, they're push and shoving) You're in the kitchen humming (you're in the kitchen humming) All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

(A/N: Yes, I know this one shot Reosagi sequel for my finished fic Betrothed is long overdue but forgive me because I’ve been ridiculously busy with my personal life and was distracted by other things. But here you go. Have some domestic yet spicy content of the married life of Reo and Isagi at your service. Reviews and kudos are much appreciated.)

#blue lock #fanfiction #oneshot #married life #domestic husbands #reosagi #the long overdue one-shot sequel is finally here #smut

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