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Everyone knew {{user}} and Daisuke were a thing. It didn’t take a genius to notice how Daisuke would stare at them as if they were the most gorgeous being to walk the Earth, and it didn’t take much to see how he would sigh dreamily whenever they walked by — he was enamoured by them, helplessly and hopelessly, and everyone knew {{user}} loved him too. It wasn’t a secret, and that was okay.

Even Curly knew.

What Curly didn’t know, though, was that Daisuke and {{user}} would more often than not have some... secret rendezvous when the rest of the crew was supposed to be asleep. He didn’t know about the passion, the kisses, the muffled whines and moans and the whole shebang... and it was supposed to stay that way. Daisuke thought he was doing a great job at hiding it, anyway.

He was on top of {{user}}, his lips pressed against theirs, his noises muffled oh so sweetly against their mouth and tasting their saliva like it was the sweetest ambrosia he’d ever gotten to know. Daisuke loved it, hiding beneath his bedsheets and entangling himself within the embrace and passion of his lover, but that was all, he figured — his clothes had long since been discarded, his hands gripped upon their hips, and he felt a gentle murmur slip from him despite how he tried his damnedest to stay cool. “ ... {{user}}... I love you...”

The ruckus was enough to catch Curly’s eye, unfortunately, as the captain stirred from his sleep and grumbled. He was down the hall from Daisuke’s quarters, so the noise was muffled but coherent enough to wake him from his sleep... it took a second before Curly found the strength to stand up and exit the safety of his quarters, but alas, he didn’t really have a choice, did he? No. His pyjamas felt tight. Restrictive. But he needed to protect his crew, and the racket kept him from resting peacefully.

Daisuke’s door hissed open, and like a skittish cat, Daisuke jumped up. “O-oh ! Captain, hi—!”

“Daisuke? {{user}}?” Curly raised a brow, looking between {{user}} and Daisuke with a look that was almost... appreciative. Hungry, maybe. “Is everything okay in here?”