With a heavy grunt, Hibiki pulled Tristan's suitcase from the back of his car. The vehicle idled in front of Tristan's building. The pale light from the street lanterns reflected in a thin layer of snow, and their breath billowed out in clouds. It was cold, and they were both tired from the long drive home, but they were nearly there – and in Tristan's case practically home.

Despite knowing that once he left, he wouldn't see Tristan again for a little while, Hibiki still felt relieved that he was nearly home. He wanted to flop into his own warm bed, and fall asleep safe and sound. But first he had to help Tristan.

It was difficult to pull the suitcase inside over the packed snow, which had gotten precariously slippery. Both Tristan and Kazuo offered to help him, but he stubbornly refused. Although his feet slipped on more than one occasion, he managed to get the suitcase into the entrance hall without falling over. Proud of himself he gave the suitcase a pat, and grinned at Tristan.

Tristan smiled back, while fetching his keys from his pocket. Once Tristan pushed open the door towards the stairwell, he immediately tugged the suitcase inside. With a few bangs the tiny wheels bounced across the threshold. Using both hands he hoisted the luggage up, as it wasn't that heavy, and darted to the right floor.

After that final lap of helping out, he plonked the suitcase in front of Tristan's door and placed both hands on his sides. The thought that he would soon have to leave and be by himself again did linger in the back of his head. For just a moment he frowned, but he didn't want that to be the thing that defined this moment. So when Tristan stepped up to open the door he smiled again, already planning the moves he'd make once he was inside.

While he eagerly pulled the suitcase into the apartment, he made a quick shooing gesture, before holding his hand up telling the three men to stay out of their business. The moment he was inside, he kicked the door shut and turned to face Tristan with an excited grin.

The apartment was dark, and quite chilly. Only a sliver of pale light through the curtains allowed him to see silhouettes. Tristan reached for the light, but he stepped up and took his hand. He pressed it tightly against the cool wall, his fingers pushing between theirs. His other arm wrapped around his waist and held him. Whilst he pushed Tristan with his back against the wall, he leant in and planted soft yet passionate kisses in the nook where his neck met his jaw.

He heard Tristan sigh and ease immediately, and he rewarded him by slowly running his hand up and down over his waist. The willing response made him smile, as it appeared that he finally had gotten accustomed to being teased. His careful approach to getting Tristan comfortable had worked.

Softly he kissed up, squeezing his hand and holding him close just in case. He didn't want to push his luck, since they were both tired, only confirm that he was at ease. A deep, warm sigh spilled over him as he kissed up to Tristan's cheek. One hand rested on his upper back, holding him too. He grinned, and let go of Tristan's hand so he could run his fingers through his hair and keep him pressed against the wall.

"We can't..." Tristan lamented softly, and although he knew he was right, he still laid a finger against his lips to shush him. He wasn't planning on doing anything intense – he just wanted to toy with him a little. Quietly and for no one but him to see.

Slow, gentle motions of his hips taunted him. He looked up and smiled impishly as he watched Tristan's eyes widen in surprise, only for that expression to soften into infatuation. Two hands grabbed his neck and jaw, as Tristan eagerly looked at him. His smile only widened, biting his lip as the gleam of desire in the grey of his eyes, and the warmth of his deep sighs excited him.

Confidently he ran his thumb along Tristan's cheek, claiming his responses all to himself. He pushed a little harder, forcing out a surprised, meek gasp. Although he loved it, he still laid a finger on Tristan's lips and gave him a slow, nearly disappointed shake of his head.

Behave for me babe. Nobody but me should hear. He slowly pushed the tip of his finger inbetween Tristan's teeth, allowing him to bite down between heavy breaths. The sensation made him grin, and he teased him with another thrust; slow but heavy and long. He bit down harder, followed by a trembling exhale.

Figuring that he had toyed with him quite enough, he pulled away and slowly pulled his finger out of his mouth. He watched as Tristan softly heaved, yet his hands still clung to him as if to ask for more. Even though he didn't say it, he knew he could've gone much further – but he didn't want to finish the job. Instead he gave him a stern look, and then slowly ran his hand up and down between Tristan's legs. There was an undeniable bulge, and out of sheer curiosity he felt up the shape.

Tristan averted his gaze, glancing up at the ceiling as he nodded hastily. Wanting to be absolutely clear, he took one of Tristan's hands, and slowly ran it up and down with him. Even in the dark, he saw him turn bright red. He bit his lip and nodded again.

Hibiki grinned, and then took a step away, leaving Tristan to his own devices. Despite being so flustered, his hand still remained where he left it. Endeared by the sight, he slowly ran two fingers along his cheek. I want you to think of me tonight. Let that prudish little mind of you wander where it shouldn't.

He bit his lip and grinned, wondering where he'd take himself. Whatever you dream of, I'll make it happen babe. Sooner or later you'll be honest. With a soft, small kiss on the lips he promised to be nice. Even if Tristan didn't know what it was for, he still obediently took the kiss. Good boy.

With a quick flick of the light switch, he brought them both back to their senses. Tristan was a little slower than him, surprised by the flash of brightness. The blush on his cheeks remained, and he saw him smile bashfully as he was clearly still aroused.

"I, I,- er..." He stammered, unsure where to take the conversation. Hibiki decided to take over. He fished his phone from his back pocket, and tapped it before winking at Tristan. Immediately the blush returned in full force.

"I'll text." He nodded. "And... we'll have a date again soon, right?"

Hibiki grinned and made a heart gesture, finding the question endearing if anything. Of course they would have another date, and if he had any say in it, it'd still be that same week.

"Okay well then, I'll see you soon." Tristan mumbled, raising his hand to say goodbye. He nodded and gave him a quick, single gesture with two fingers, and then winked at him to make sure he wouldn't forget to uphold their deal.

Whilst Tristan was still recovering from what had just happened, he opened the door and left him. It wasn't so difficult, knowing that he'd see him again soon – although something told him that sleeping by himself would be something he had to get used to again.

So when he stepped outside into the hallway, and saw his entourage was ready to restrict him again, his smile faltered. With a soft sigh he plucked his car keys from his pocket and walked down the hallway without waiting or even so much as a gesture. They'd follow, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with them. All he wanted was to get home so he could pet Maki, text Tristan and fall asleep.