Dean sat on the bedside, leaning back on his hands as he watched his partner fuss before the vanity; his head lolled to the side with an air of languid curiosity, strands of dark hair falling over lidded eyes.

The dull clatter of paraphernalia being pushed around their storage space filled the air, along with the sound of drawers sliding open and shut.

“Hey,” The office worker wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was for the evening, picking absently at a loose thread that poked out of their quilted comforter.

It was a national holiday weekend and he’d managed to be one of the unfortunate few who’d been called in to work—as if that would stop him from spending time with his loved one.

To compensate, he’d just have to drink some black coffee to stay awake tomorrow… Just the thought of it sent a shudder of dread down his spine.

When their gazes met, his lips bunched into an exaggerated pout. He blinked his lashes in a sulky manner, voice lilting with faux petulance, “Are you gonna come over here any time soon?” A soft huff passed his lips, as he lamented towards the ceiling: “Poor me, what did I do to deserve this mistreatment?”

Dean would be the first to admit that he was a clingy individual but he wasn’t truly upset; being able to spend his time outside of work in domestic bliss was a blessing. Still, he enjoyed being dramatic every now and then,

“Fine, since you drive such a hard bargain…” He pushed onto his feet with a sigh for extra dramatic effect, crossing the room with a playful gait, “I’ll just come to you.”

The young man caught his partner around the waist, giving it a light squeeze as he attempted to peek around for clues. “Hello, beautiful,” He murmured into the shell of a rosy ear, before peppering the warm skin beneath it with light kisses, “What’re you doing over here, huh?”

Unable to help himself, he pressed his face into the crook of his love’s neck. A low hum rumbled from his throat, his lips curling into a content grin.

Yep, Dean Miura was exactly where he wanted to be.