Ahaha, this is totally my comeuppance for pestering sheffie about the shinjiro/gabranth bondage thing, huh.

Shinjiro tipped the ginger off the cutting board directing into the wok. There wasn't really enough of it, compared to how much garlic he'd used, but there'd only been a thumb-sized bit left over, tucked behind the last of the tofu in Akihiko's fridge. He shrugged, let them both heat up anyway as a pair of pale arms wrapped around him from behind and a cold nose nuzzled against his neck. "'Bout time you were home," he muttered, grateful Aki couldn't see the tiny smile he couldn't help.