I've always wanted to try this pair since one of my favorite fanfictions is YabuYama. One day I'll write a huge fic to do them justice.
“I’ll never let you go again,” Hands clasped onto his lapels, pulling their bodies closer together. “If you keep making eyes at me like that.”
Yamada felt his lips tug upwards, his eyes being dragged to the other man before him. He covered the other man’s hands with his own before speaking. “And how was I looking at you?”
His mind flashed through the events of the evening: dinner, the party, and the long train ride home. He couldn’t remember a particular instance where he acted any differently than normal, giving his flirty glances when he knew Yabu had been watching him.
“Like…I was the only person in that room,” Yabu said, his voice wavering with each passing word. “That you would have undressed me the moment our hands touched, and I’d be powerless against your wishes.”
“And is that a bad thing?” Yamada asked, fingers dancing against Yabu’s bare skin.
Yabu shivered under the gentle touch. “No, but…”
“But?” he asked, head cocking to the side.
His eyes were bright under the dull lights of Yabu’s apartment, so full of the love Yamada knew him to hold. “You know I always worry.” His grip tightened. “Even from the first messages I worry that…”
Yamada knew where his statement was going, for they had it multiple times over their relationship, had heard it through countless out relationships he had. It was always the same, no matter how he tried to put an end to it.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care for you.” He curled his hands around Yabu’s cheeks, pulling their faces closer together. “Out of everyone in the world you won me over with your stupid charm and horrible cooking and everything in between.” He took a breath, breaking their gaze to gather his thoughts before he continued. He didn’t want to ruin this moment. “Kota. I’ve wanted to say this to you for a while, but I haven’t had the guts to. I…I-”
His kiss was soft, warming Yamada’s entire body with its tiny flame.
“Yeah,” Yabu said, the crinkles of his eyes just visible in Yamada’s vision. “Me too.”