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You had plans. You’d been planning for weeks, even chatting a little with Shiu to make sure he was out on the perfect job. So, when Toji arrived home at 11:58pm on the 30th of December, you greeted him at the door. He was surprised to find that you were still awake, but happily greeted you, shoving your face into his neck to breathe you in the way he always did.
“Hey sugar. Wasn’ expectin’ you to be waitin’ for me.” He said softly, voice rough with his exhaustion from the day. You waited for another thirty seconds to reply, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Happy birthday.” You whispered to him, gently pressing your lips together.
“Wha- ah, it hit midnight, huh?” Was Toji’s response when the two of you parted, but you quickly tugged him back in for another slow, languid kiss that you both just took your time enjoying. It wasn’t steamy or desperate, it was just the two of you being glad to be together again.
“We goin’ t’ bed then?” He asked when you parted again, one of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, the other gently rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.
“Not yet. I’ve got plans for you, Mr Fushiguro.” You told him, reaching up to take his hand in yours, pulling him deeper into the apartment you shared to reveal what you’d done to the living room. You’d bought a small camping mattress, something that could easily be put away once you were done with it, but for now it was set out on the living room floor. Around the room was several lit candles that made the room smell of sandalwood and bergamot, and a few bottles of oil sat on the ground beside the mattress.
“What’s all this?” Toji asked, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face, then up and through his hair.
“Your gift. Take off your shirt, then go lay down on your stomach, I’m giving you a massage.” You told him, giving him a gentle nudge to send him on his way. He grunted, but did as you’d told him to, as he usually did. You waited for him to lay down before you followed and straddled his hips, sitting yourself on his firm, plump ass. You picked up the first oil, a lightly scented citrus oil, and squirted some onto your hands. You were pretty sure that was what you were meant to do with it, but if it wasn’t you were sure that Toji wouldn’t mind. You’d watched a couple of YouTube videos earlier that day, and they all briefly flashed through your mind as you looked down at him.
“You jus’ gonna enjoy sittin’ up there?” He asked after a moment, turning slightly to look up at you.
“I’m just deciding where to start.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, using the back of your hand to guide him back to lay flat. You started at his tense shoulders, making sure to put some weight behind your movements as the videos advised, working his tight muscles. For a man that acted so carefree day to day, he was holding a lot of tension.. everywhere, you quickly found out. You worked your way down his back, occasionally fumbling or hesitating as you tried to remember what the videos had told you, but even when you were sure you were doing it wrong, Toji didn’t seem to care. He regularly groaned or cursed as you worked your way from his shoulders all the way to his ass, working each muscle you’d learned about the way the videos had told you, doing your best to relieve his tension. Once you were fairly sure you’d done everything, you moved back upwards to rub your hands slowly down his back, adding just a little more massage oil to ease the way, making sure everything was looser, and relaxed.
When you stopped, you didn’t immediately get up, you just looked down at your lover and admired him. He looked good like this. Relaxed, and frankly you might even use the word blissful. Toji didn’t speak for a while, even when you finally climbed off him and began putting the oils away. For a moment, you even thought he might’ve fallen asleep, the only reason you were sure he hadn’t was because he wasn’t snoring.
You padded back over in socked feet and knelt down beside your lover, which prompted him to turn his head just enough to look at you.
“Shit, sugar. You did a damn good job up there.” He admitted, finally forcing himself to sit up. You beamed, pleased that he’d enjoyed his gift, and let him pull you into his lap without complaint. It didn’t matter how your body changed through the course of your relationship, you always somehow felt small in Toji’s arms.
“Did some research,” you admitted, “wanted to make sure I did a good job for you.”
“I’ve not felt this good in years. ‘cept when I’m inside you course.” He said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss you deeply.
“Yeah, yeah. Perv. Come on, let’s get to bed.” You encouraged, but Toji didn’t move, just wrapped his arms tighter around you. You allowed him to keep you there - it was his birthday after all.
“You got any new years resolutions?” He asked, and lifted your hand to press a lightly citrus scented finger to his lips.
“It’s your birthday. We’re not talking about that.” You insisted.
“I’ve got one. You wanna hear it?” He then said, as if he’d not heard you at all.
“What?”
“I’m gonna marry you.”