Happy BIRTHDAY!
Title: Practiced and Patterned Promises
Pairing: NinoToma
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A day in the life of.
Note: For boblemon <3 Happy Birthday
Toma would have times when he’d just look at Nino and feel a warm glow spread to the tips of his fingers and toes. Maybe he’d smile during those times or keep it a secret. Maybe if he feels indulgent he’ll lean forward and place a chaste kiss on Nino’s cheek and the only reaction Nino would make is to stumble on his words almost unnoticeably like a genuine moment of a skipped word amongst a litany of them.
But Toma would caricature those moments out in his mind. Stretching every twitch of Nino’s face and blink of his eyes and he’d use that as an excuse to smile to himself.
Nino’s hands were small and slightly awkward in his. At first it was a struggle to hold his hand and Nino would fidget and Toma would kiss him until their fingers settled into a complicated pattern of long and short, stout and skinny and Toma would feel that it was almost perfect.
Toma likes looking at pictures of them when they were small. When Nino was big and Toma little and Nino would bully him and in a picture it would be Nino’s hand around his shoulders and his around Nino’s waist, he’d stretch desperately up to knock the sides of their heads together and Nino would lean down to help. Toma likes to compare the then with the now and has to struggle to suppress the chuckle at the reversal of roles and if Nino’s around he’d know and he’d grumble and screech and end with a smack on Toma’s head.
But mostly Toma likes it when he can wrap his arms around Nino and the older man would keep on grumbling or whining or trying to hit him and it’d slowly die down as Toma kissed his neck. And the longer Toma nuzzled the more Nino’s anger dissipated and the more his breath caught and Toma could finally pull the loose T-shirt over Nino’s head. Sometimes Toma liked to do just that. Feverish kisses and heated touches that set his skin aflame. Sometimes he’d reach down for Nino’s pants while Nino tugged on his and he’d completely forget what they were fighting over. He cherished the times when all he could feel was Nino and all Nino could feel was him and it satisfied him, made him oddly proud and he’d imagine the world existed for them.
Toma’s favourite part was when Nino, exhausted and hardly conscious would pull him towards himself and mumble something incoherent that made so much sense to Toma it was almost nonsensical and Toma’s snuggle into Nino, place a final kiss around his neck or a bruise he was particularly proud of having made and Nino would snore and the next moment he’d snore.
The night would pass with the symphony of their breaths and welcome morning; sticky, groggy morning with whines and complaints and suppressed laughter and kisses and morning breathe and most importantly a Nino with the promise of another wonderful day.
A/N: Btw, writing a fic for someone's birthday doesn't mean I love them infinitely more. It just means I had time and inspiration XD So if I passed your birthday without so much as a hello I'm sorry cause I know I did that to a lot of people :( but RL was being a bitch
Pairing: NinoToma
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A day in the life of.
Note: For boblemon <3 Happy Birthday
Toma would have times when he’d just look at Nino and feel a warm glow spread to the tips of his fingers and toes. Maybe he’d smile during those times or keep it a secret. Maybe if he feels indulgent he’ll lean forward and place a chaste kiss on Nino’s cheek and the only reaction Nino would make is to stumble on his words almost unnoticeably like a genuine moment of a skipped word amongst a litany of them.
But Toma would caricature those moments out in his mind. Stretching every twitch of Nino’s face and blink of his eyes and he’d use that as an excuse to smile to himself.
Nino’s hands were small and slightly awkward in his. At first it was a struggle to hold his hand and Nino would fidget and Toma would kiss him until their fingers settled into a complicated pattern of long and short, stout and skinny and Toma would feel that it was almost perfect.
Toma likes looking at pictures of them when they were small. When Nino was big and Toma little and Nino would bully him and in a picture it would be Nino’s hand around his shoulders and his around Nino’s waist, he’d stretch desperately up to knock the sides of their heads together and Nino would lean down to help. Toma likes to compare the then with the now and has to struggle to suppress the chuckle at the reversal of roles and if Nino’s around he’d know and he’d grumble and screech and end with a smack on Toma’s head.
But mostly Toma likes it when he can wrap his arms around Nino and the older man would keep on grumbling or whining or trying to hit him and it’d slowly die down as Toma kissed his neck. And the longer Toma nuzzled the more Nino’s anger dissipated and the more his breath caught and Toma could finally pull the loose T-shirt over Nino’s head. Sometimes Toma liked to do just that. Feverish kisses and heated touches that set his skin aflame. Sometimes he’d reach down for Nino’s pants while Nino tugged on his and he’d completely forget what they were fighting over. He cherished the times when all he could feel was Nino and all Nino could feel was him and it satisfied him, made him oddly proud and he’d imagine the world existed for them.
Toma’s favourite part was when Nino, exhausted and hardly conscious would pull him towards himself and mumble something incoherent that made so much sense to Toma it was almost nonsensical and Toma’s snuggle into Nino, place a final kiss around his neck or a bruise he was particularly proud of having made and Nino would snore and the next moment he’d snore.
The night would pass with the symphony of their breaths and welcome morning; sticky, groggy morning with whines and complaints and suppressed laughter and kisses and morning breathe and most importantly a Nino with the promise of another wonderful day.
A/N: Btw, writing a fic for someone's birthday doesn't mean I love them infinitely more. It just means I had time and inspiration XD So if I passed your birthday without so much as a hello I'm sorry cause I know I did that to a lot of people :( but RL was being a bitch