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Akito Shinonome walks into his living room with a cup of scalding hot black coffee and, most likely, fifth degree burns all over his hands. Making coffee just right, while it is a task he enjoys, is a pain - mentally and physically. The result is always worth it, however.
“Coffee for you, partner,” the boy hums as he sets the mug down on the end table in front of his boyfriend, Toya Aoyagi. The boy smiles in response, nodding politely, thank you, Akito.
Toya cradles the mug between his hands, pale and slender fingers tracing along the rim as he watches steam dance across the room before him. Akito grins, taking a seat beside the boy and throwing an arm around his shoulder.
“Wanna watch anythin’ specific, Toya?” Akito asks, catching Toya’s subtle shake of the head as he reaches for the TV remote. “Right right, gotcha. Anythin’s good.”
Akito’s hand absentmindedly trails along Toya's thin bicep as he trawls through channel after channel, humming to himself as he begins to sift through his various streaming sites. Eventually he settles on something that doesn't look like complete shit, a random superhero movie with a relatively interesting premise.
He sets the remote back down with a gentle huff, resisting the urge to yank Toya onto his lap and smooch him then and there - all in due time. For now, Akito’s arm remains loosely around Toya as the boy immerses himself in the film. Akito, on the other hand, finds himself immersed in Toya's beautiful silvery-grey eyes. They're almost as chrome as mirrors, reflecting Akito’s future as Toya’s husband back into the here and now. Toya doesn't notice - he watches the movie with little distraction.
“Y’seem invested, Toya,” Akito murmurs into the boy’s ear, finally breaking a half hour’s worth of intense, unbroken focus. Toya nods, turning to face his partner - he's met with the sight of an almost awestruck Akito. Toya cocks his head in response, “is there something on my face, Akito?”
Akito shakes his head. “Nah,” he laughs, “but there should be.” Toya cocks his head again, unable to react in the split second that Akito gently grasps the sides of the boy’s face and presses their lips together.
Toya pulls back after a moment, flustered beyond belief as Akito simply grins, sitting with his legs crossed - Toya fails to ignore Akito’s socked foot gently tapping against his thigh as the boy bounces his leg as though his life depends on it. “A-Akito…” he eventually chokes out. “... you play dirty.”
Akito lets out a hearty laugh, “don't act like you don't like it, dude.” Toya scoffs in response, “are you really going to call me ‘dude’ immediately after kissing me, Akito?” Akito simply grins, grabbing Toya’s coffee from his hand and setting it back down on the table. Toya doesn't protest as he's pulled onto the ginger’s lap, simply letting out a contented sigh as he rests his chin atop the boy’s head.
Akito’s hand works its way up Toya’s back, finding a place between silky blue strands atop his head. He lets out a peaceful hum as he twirls them around his index, resting his other hand on Toya’s waist. His partner drapes his arms over Akito's shoulders, sinking the entirety of his weight into the boy.
“... y'know, Toya,” Akito sighs, “it's such a shame our tastes are so different, eh?” He plants a gentle kiss against Toya’s neck, the boy humming softly in response.
“... is it that unfortunate…?” Toya begins, trailing off as he considers the question. Akito voices Toya's train of thought, “I mean, kinda. You always taste like your bitter ass coffee ‘n’ I'm always sweet as sugar.”
Toya fights the urge to roll his eyes at Akito’s choice of words - as much as he loves the boy, “always sweet” certainly isn't how he'd describe Akito. Sweet to Toya, yes. Sweet in general? Absolutely not.
He chooses not to mention this.
“... I suppose you're right,” Toya murmurs, nestling his head against Akito’s tousled ginger locks. “Though, isn't that… rather special, Akito?”
Akito pulls his head back, looking into those perfect eyes as he mutters huh? with the grace of a herd of elephants. “Whaddya mean, special? What's special about that?”
Toya sighs at the loss of contact, absentmindedly pressing his lips against Akito’s face between thoughts. “I don't know how to put it into words,” he sighs as he makes his way along the ginger’s jaw. “Perhaps… it speaks to our… compatibility?”
Akito lets out another quiet huh? at his partner’s statement. “The hell are you on about, eh?” he murmurs affectionately, gently running his fingers through the middle of Toya’s hair, allowing the strands to mingle - almost an act of desecration, destruction of an ancient temple - really, to claim a god as his own.
“... I don't know how to explain it, Akito,” Toya sighs, pinching at the fabric of Akito’s hoodie. Akito shrugs, planting a gentle kiss on Toya’s cheek, “I don't really getcha, partner. Kinda wish I could pry that pretty head open ‘n’ see what's goin’ on in there.”
Toya laughs softly, a hint of frustration leaking through, “it would certainly make things simpler, wouldn't it?”
Akito shakes his head, letting his fingers dance their way down Toya's neck. “Nah. Where's the fun in that, huh? Ain't it special when you figure out how to say whatever it is you're thinkin’?” he hums, planting another kiss on Toya's other cheek.
Toya sighs, “I suppose so, Akito.” He pauses for another moment to gather his thoughts, what did he mean? “... it's special, because… we're so… different, I think.” Toya eventually mumbles, “and yet, we go together quite well… like, milk chocolate. The perfect blend of sweet and bitter.”
Akito’s eyes widen for a moment, before a grin crosses his freckled face. “Huh, ‘course… never thought about it like that, but it makes total sense. Look at you, eh? I got the smartest boyfriend in the world,” Akito announces proudly, rustling Toya’s hair and ignoring the boy’s feeble protest.
Toya rebuts it, absolutely not, Akito shakes his head, absolutely. They arrive at a stalemate, one only broken by the sudden sound of glass shattering. The pair are alarmed for just a moment, before remembering the movie they'd been “watching.”
They forget their debate in a near instant, Toya nestling back into his partner’s soft, fluffy hair as the movie plays out for an audience of precisely zero. Akito remains silent, giving Toya's neck the odd kiss or gentle nip, running his fingers absentmindedly through the boy’s hair.
Toya doesn't find himself particularly willing to go to sleep that evening, and yet, when nestled up against his squishy teddy bear of a boyfriend, he forgets his prior disdain for the idea in an instant.
Akito finds himself quickly getting used to the feeling of Toya’s entirety against his skin, nothing between them but two pairs of thin pajama tops and baggy shorts. He almost finds himself laughing as Toya’s legs tangle with his, quite literally joining the pair at the hip. He doesn't sleep, not yet - he listens to his perfect partner snore gently against his pillow, hair fanning out atop the pillow.
As much as Akito fights it, however, to sleep in the arms of someone so incredible and perfect and so, so truly everything is simply inevitable. Within a few moments, Akito finds himself snoring alongside the boy, exchanging snores and carbon dioxide in near the same manner as their kisses while awake. The peace can't last forever - they'll have to wake eventually, this Akito and Toya both know. Whatever challenges are to come, however, rest contentedly in the backs of their minds as they sleep, entwined in each other’s arms.