The apartment was bathed in the soft flicker of candles—dozens of them scattered on the coffee table, windowsill, even the kitchen counter. Chris had planned it all: dinner done, Ichigo tucked in after an extra-long story (the kid had demanded "three dragons tonight"), and now just the two of them. It was their anniversary—two years since Chris first walked into their lives as the caretaker, changing everything.
Haru leaned against the doorway, watching Chris light the last candle. His light brown hair caught the golden glow, hazel eyes reflecting the flames like they held secrets. He wore a simple white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease, sleeves rolled casual.
"You did all this?" Haru asked, voice low, dark brown eyes warm.
Chris turned, smile shy but playful. "Wanted tonight special. Two years of us—deserves candles, wine, the works."
Haru crossed the room slow, pulling Chris into his arms. "You're special. Every day."
Kiss started gentle—lips brushing soft, savoring. Chris's hands slid up Haru's chest, fingers tracing the open collar of his shirt, feeling the warmth beneath. Haru deepened it slow, tongue teasing entrance, tasting wine and sweetness. Chris sighed into it, body melting closer, slim frame fitting perfect against Haru's taller build.
They moved together unhurried, like they had all night. Haru's hands roamed Chris's back, palms flat and warm through thin fabric, pulling him flush. Chris's fingers threaded Haru's black hair, tugging light to angle better, breaths mingling hot and slow.
Shirts came off gradual—Chris unbuttoning Haru's one by one, lips never far, kissing exposed skin as it revealed. Haru's hands lifted Chris's shirt slow, palms gliding up sides, thumbs brushing ribs, feeling every shiver. Fabric whispered to the floor, skin meeting in warm presses—chest to chest, hearts beating sync.
Haru guided Chris to the couch, laying him back gentle on soft cushions. He hovered, eyes locked, drinking in the sight—Chris flushed pink, hazel eyes half-lidded with want, lips swollen from kisses. Haru's mouth trailed neck slow—kissing feather-light, tongue tracing pulse point, nipping gentle to draw breathy gasps.
Chris arched beautiful, hands roaming Haru's shoulders, back, mapping every line of muscle with reverent touches. Haru's lips moved lower—collarbone, chest, tongue circling sensitive peaks till Chris whimpered soft, hips shifting needy.
Pants undone with careful fingers, slid away slow. Bare now, candlelight dancing on skin, shadows playing soft. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping firm but tender, stroking in long, deliberate rhythm. Chris bucked gentle, moans hushed and sweet, legs wrapping loose to pull closer.
Haru's free hand traced thigh inner, fingertips light, teasing sensitive skin till Chris trembled. Pleasure built gradual—warm waves rising slow, every slide and caress drawing them deeper. Eyes stayed locked—hazel shimmering emotion, brown full devotion. Whispers filled the space: "Feel everything," Haru murmured husky; "With you," Chris breathed shaky.
Climax crested gentle but intense—Chris tensing graceful, body bowing soft against Haru, release spilling warm with a muffled sigh into Haru's neck. The feel pulled Haru over moments later, pleasure surging deep in slow, powerful waves, shuddering tender through him.
They stayed tangled long after, breaths evening slow, foreheads pressed, candlelight flickering soft on sweat-glazed skin. Chris's fingers traced lazy patterns on Haru's chest, smile dreamy.
"That was... perfect," Chris whispered.
Haru kissed his temple, arms tight. "You are."
They cleaned up gentle—shower together, water warm, hands soft and lingering under steam, more slow kisses exchanged. Dressed in comfy robes, they curled back on the couch with wine, candles still glowing.
"Two years," Chris said soft. "Feels like forever and just starting."
Haru nodded, hand in his. "Best years. More coming."
Night deepened—talks dreams: trips, Ichigo growing, life shared. Sleep came tangled, anniversary magic lingering.
Morning routine: pancakes (heart-shaped, Chris's idea), Ichigo giggles demanding "candle party again!" Haru and Chris shared looks—secret smiles, love deep.
Anniversary sensual—slow burn eternal.