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The faint smell of breakfast that slowly crept to the third floor of the Yamada household woke him up. Kuuko rolled to his side and stretched, a yawn catching up to him as he tossed the covers to the other side of the bed. It was Saturday. Ichiro always offered to cook breakfasts on weekends when he stayed over, to make it up to the early riser monk he would say with a cheeky grin. However, the redhead still insisted on taking turns, as the eldest Yamada also woke up early on weekdays to prepare breakfast for his brothers. Nevertheless, he could count on one hand the number of times he had been in charge of breakfast, considering how stubborn the other was. Yawning, he went to open the windows to let the room get some fresh air and decided to wash up before dressing, fresh breath was always a priority.
As he came back from the bathroom, amber eyes searched for his t-shirt, hastily tossed away last night, but it was nowhere to be found. Shrugging, Kuuko rummaged through the other’s closet, as he always made sure to have at least two whole outfits on the Yamada household. Just in case. He would rather go downstairs shirtless, but he didn’t want to hear Jiro and Saburo screaming at him— and he would rather die than wear one of Ichiro’s shirts; they were way too big and his pride would suffer a blow. Now wearing a black shirt and pajama pants, the monk got out of Ichiro’s bedroom, snickering at the anime posters near the door. On his way to the stairs, he realized that everything was oddly quiet, which meant that the two teenagers were not home. He grinned to himself.
The first thing that Kuuko noticed as he made his way downstairs was that the food smelled really fucking good , it was simultaneously hilarious and jarring to think about how bad Ichiro had been at cooking when they were teenagers. Well, he had been no better than the other back then. They both kinda sucked, to be honest. He still wondered when he got so good, but the redhead felt like he already knew the answer, so it was best to stay quiet— once again, his pride would take a blow if he confirmed his hunch. The second thing that the redhead noticed almost made him fall on his face all the way down the stairs. He was torn between screaming at the other and making fun of him. So sensibly speaking, he did both as he reached the second floor.
“Hey! Ya’ will be paying for that shirt— my shirt . Ya’ stretched it out beyond recognition!”
“Sure thing.”
To get his point across, he stretched one of the shirt's ends on Ichiro’s chest, but he seemed unfazed as he continued to stir the eggs. Kuuko raised an eyebrow and stuck himself to the other’s side, taking in the smell of shampoo, so Ichiro even had time to take a shower? How long ago did he wake up? He furrowed his eyebrows, while more sleep time was really appreciated, the idea of staying over was to spend more time together. Not to let the other baby him.
“Do ya’ have a curse or something?”
“What do you mean...? You’re the monk, you should know!”
“It seems like you do have one, Ichiro… A curse that makes ya’ show ya’ bellybutton to everyone.”
“You scared me, asshole!”
Ichiro turned off the stove and playfully shoved him, as both of them laughed. Mismatched eyes gazed at him lovingly, and leaned down to meet him halfway, a quick kiss with too little nibbles in his humble opinion. Ichiro kissed his nose and bumped him to the side with his hip.
“Let’s set up the table, I’m starving.”
Kuuko grinned at him as he set down a pair of mugs with cat patterns, noticing that the newly made crop top made the hickies adorning Ichiro’s upper half visible.
“Hmm, what if I set ya’ up the table, huh?”
“Let’s be real Kuuko, you wouldn’t be able to reach me.”
To playfully mock him further, he sat down on the table and raised his left eyebrow, a challenge clear on his mismatched gaze. Kuuko huffed and stuck out his tongue, amusedly making his way to the other after setting down some napkins. As he got closer, Ichiro spread his legs a bit to make space for him. Gladly fitting between them, the redhead let his hands wander on Ichiro’s exposed skin. Ah, he really should show his midriff more, the times when his hoodie magically rode up didn’t count in his opinion. And anyone who knew Ichiro just knew that the hoodie had to be cursed, blessed, whatever. To the monk, it was both: a blessing and a curse. Kuuko planted his face on the chest directly in front of him.
“I reach ya’ tits alright Ichiro.”
A hand jokingly smacked his shoulder as they both shook with laughter.
“Fucking hell, stop calling them tits Kuuko.”
“It’s payback for stretching my shirt, would've gotten ya’ a crop top sooner if I knew this was gonna happen.”
“Oh yeah? Do you like how I look… Kuuko ?”
Ichiro emphasized his name by nibbling on his lower lip, his arms keeping Kuuko in place with an embrace, as he slowly dragged his teeth throughout Kuuko’s lower lip until he released it. The redhead groaned and licked across the other’s mouth. He knew that the other liked the feel of his tongue piercing across his skin, he briefly wondered if he should get a vertical labret.
“You should wear my shirts too… you’d look really cute, more on par with how short you are.”
Ichiro squeezed him with his thighs and went for an open-mouthed kiss, but Kuuko playfully— albeit a bit irked off, bit the other’s right cheek in retaliation for the comment.
“Argh! I’m not cute Ichiro!!”
“Yeah, yeah badass monk.”
“Evil monk! I’m gonna bite ya’ again if you don’t stop.”
“Oh please do, shrimp.”
Before the redhead could bark back a reply, Ichiro grabbed his jaw and made him open his mouth, with the demand of sticking out his tongue. Feeling the heat pool at the pit of his stomach, Kuuko did as he was wordlessly told, eyeing how the other stared at the tiny metal ball on his tongue. Ichiro leaned down a bit as he went and sucked on his tongue, crossing his legs behind the monk’s hips to bring him closer. He groaned as the other released his tongue, taking advantage of the momentum to surge forward and kiss the neck in front of him. His hands slowly creeped from Ichiro’s sides to caress his back muscles underneath the stretched out shirt.
“Thank you for the food, Ichiro.”
He muttered against the other’s skin, pepping kisses and bites down the other’s neck, down to his abdomen as Ichiro slowly laid down on the table, calloused hands gripping and caressing red hair. Ichiro let out a breathy laugh when the shorter one hastily pulled down his sweatpants, his open mouth licking and kissing the lower part of his right oblique. Ichiro jolted a little bit at the action, deciding to maneuver his left leg on Kuuko’s shoulder instead with a pleased sigh.
“Kuuko...”
Black nails dug on the skin of the other’s propped up thigh, the redhead moved back a little to be able to kiss reverently the inner side of said thigh, mouthing the fading marks that already adorned the skin. He groaned as he felt Ichiro’s thigh muscles tensing under his touch, trying to get his thoughts out of his head as he kissed the exposed skin.
“Fuck. Ichiro why... ya’ gotta be... like this .”
A hand travelled from his red hair to his equally red cheek and stayed there, a breathless laugh left Ichiro.
“Like what? You’re the one who’s worked up.”
Even though he tried to sound convincing, he was just as flushed as Kuuko, who was currently digging his nails on his hips, sweat dripping down his temple.
“Ya’ the reason why I gotta cleanse myself with prayers, asshole.”
“And you’re why I gotta jack off, you’re not speci— ah ...“
Deciding that he had had enough of Ichiro running off his mouth, and further riling him up, the redhead mouthed the other’s member through his boxers. He hated the feel of fabric against his tongue, but he wasn’t going to give it so easily to Ichiro. If the gods were merciful today, he might get to hear him beg a little bit, he thought as he slid his hands under the other’s underwear to grab his ass.
“Ugh... you’re gonna stretch ‘em Kuukooo...”
“Ya’ stretched my shirt, it’s hmm, payback.”
Ichiro’s hold on his hair tightened as he urged him by digging his foot on Kuuko’s back, his leg still propped up on his shoulder.
“Mmh, it’s not the same... stop, ah, being a bastard.”
With a grin, Kuuko let a bit of saliva pool on his mouth to add to the already wet boxers. And, just to fuck with Ichiro further, he slightly pressed his teeth against the clothed dick. He wasn’t going to bite but he did apply enough pressure to let the other feel it, just for the kick of it. His reward came in the form of a low groan as hips surged forward.
“Then let me stretch ya’, Ichiro.”
He rolled the last syllable of his name, just like he knew the eldest Yamada loved, and fondled his ass cheeks.
“Come on, it’s payback, Ichiro .”
A whimper followed by an impatient huff, not a second later mismatched eyes were regarding him with annoyance as he untangled his legs from the monk and began to sit up. Mildly alarmed but mostly curious, Kuuko took back his hands. Still flushed, Ichiro stood up and rested his hands on the redhead’s shoulders, only to push him down to the floor.
“Hey what the fu—“
“Shut up, we’re not fucking on the table.”
As he muttered that, Ichiro kicked off his sweatpants and straddled the other, who had resigned to sit on the floor.
“So, not on the table but on the floor? Haha!! Love ya’ nerd."
Instead of retorting, Ichiro surprised him as he started grinding on his lap to get a little bit of friction going on between their hard-ons. A low sound at the back of Ichiro's throat startled Kuuko, who finally focused on the face in front of him. The jarring contrast between the sole beryl eye in a sea of blotchy red made his gut turn, heat spreading down from his nape to his back as he firmly gripped undulating hips for dear life. A choked moan left him as Ichiro’s slightly bigger hand took his right hand and guided it to his chest, making a grabbing motion. The monk felt his throat go dry.
“C’mon Kuuko, get your payback .”
———
Not surprisingly, their long-forgotten breakfast got cold. Reheated food sucks.
Kuuko grumbled and glared at his cat mug, he ended up on one of Ichiro’s stupid shirts, his own clothes currently on the washing mashing. With a curse he put down the mug and started to roll up the sleeves again, the damned things wouldn’t stay up! He heard a snort across him and glared at the pair of mismatched eyes that peered at him amusedly behind his own mug.
“You look cute.”
The monk grumbled a second time as he rested his head on his hand, sticking out his tongue to disagree. If the other dared to point out that he was blushing a little bit, he would absolutely deny it.
“Ya’ get to look all pleased while my shirt got stretched out and dirty, now I gotta burn that shit!”
Ichiro laughed heartily at his expense, mismatched eyes shining with joy as he stood up to get the now empty cups, kissing his forehead as he passed by. The redhead scrunched his nose.
“Stop bein’ dramatic, it’s just a little cum, nothing the washing machine can't take.”
Kuuko shook with laughter as he stood up to hug the other from behind, as he had gone to wash the dishes.
“More like nothin’ ya’ ass can’t take again. When are the little demons coming back?”
Ichiro rolled his eyes but let out a chuckle nonetheless, turning around with soapy hands to kiss his boyfriend, the sound of the tap water running carelessly as he slowly sucked on the other’s lower lip. Ichiro’s hand slicked back red hair with dish soap to irk the monk, they had the whole afternoon to enjoy themselves today.