[ Even drunk the way he is, Miyuki feels something like a thrill hearing Eijun call him Kazuya. It's stupid and silly, given how long they've been together, but he loves it. He usually winds up amused by the way Eijun says his name, but there's always, always something different when he just uses his first name. How sappy and gross.
But he winds up laughing more, and lets him tug him through the door. For a moment, he can only stare at him, eyebrows raising amusedly in response to his hands on his hips. ] I am... sort of sorry. [ Liar. He does move to start stripping, though, shrugging off his jacket and going to start undoing his pants. ] You just don't want to share the bed with jeans.
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But he winds up laughing more, and lets him tug him through the door. For a moment, he can only stare at him, eyebrows raising amusedly in response to his hands on his hips. ] I am... sort of sorry. [ Liar. He does move to start stripping, though, shrugging off his jacket and going to start undoing his pants. ] You just don't want to share the bed with jeans.