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Just yet another friday night, the weeks and months seem to blur together, how much time has passed since he became a Unit Chief again?
He used to think that he would never forget the day he got the position he had been vying for the longest time and yet it felt like nothing but a footnote. Isn’t it curious how he had been working as Furuya's subordinate for years and knew exactly how busy that man was, but the moment he was given the same position, the workload and fatigue still shocked him to the core? It accumulated over time. The stress and sleep deprivation, the diplomacy and bureaucratic red tapes giving him a headache to the point where he thought he would've exploded but then, then, this happened.
This,
He wonders how this has become their new normal now, just the current reality, a previously bizarre situation that has turned into nothing but mindless activity for all three of them.
The clinking of ice on his glass reminds him of its empty state, Kazami pouring yet another shot of liquor, bourbon on the rocks to keep the headache at bay, hey, no one said his coping mechanism would be healthy, he needs something to help him unwind after all. He'll have a chaser afterwards, not now though, he's not in the mood for that yet. He likes to watch first, especially when those two are already all wound up. Tonight is extra special too, according to Furuya anyway, since he waited for Kazami, that impatient pretty demon waited for him and that's apparently not a luxury he'd just give to anyone else. But Kazami knows deep down that he was just being creative, that he needed an excuse to pull Kazami off his desk after three days of overtime in a row and as someone who was in the exact same situation, he knew that even Kazami’s patience, which can bend to the very edge, would still break sooner than later. And so, he roped his former subordinate into this;
This,
“What the fuck are you doing? We're waiting for god’s sake.” Furuya said in the voicemail he left hours ago, the second one over more than 10 consecutive notes one after the other, each more urgent and impatient than the last. “Hurry up!” The 9th voicemail said, but when Kazami still didn't reply, the 10th voicemail came from Akai's number, and the way he sounded then… Kazami was painfully reminded that he was, in the beginning, just another honeypot made to trap unsuspecting victims, that he was actually trained to lure his marks in from any situation, his tactics were a bit crass, but Kazami didn't know he could sound that shameless though. That was it, that was the last straw. He finally gave in, he closed his laptop for the first time and drove to Furuya's apartment.
Akai’s hand felt warm, he usually runs cold but the flush on his face and the lightest tremble on his legs explains how he managed to sound like that so effortlessly over the phone. Kazami stopped him, of course, look, he's a man with manners. “It'll take 15 minutes.” He tried to convince the lovers but they refused to let him shower first, they waited long enough , they said. He should've known, really. Shameless, filthy, despite how pretty and proper they look from the outside, they match each other completely on the inside, and for now they want the same exact thing, and they're going to get it no matter what.
But still, if they're going to play this game, they’re going to have to play nice.
Kazami likes to watch, perhaps you can blame it on his job yet again, just like Furuya, he was trained to be an information gatherer, he spent so much time on stake-outs that he finds himself enjoying similar acts; he likes being the observer, mind continuously playing guessing games on what his targets will do next, etching their movements into his memories, eyes sharp on every single thing his target does, and he loves when they do exactly what he knew they were going to do.
And on the other hand, these two insufferable beings like to be watched, Furuya in particular, Akai's fondness for it has always something that bleeds over from seeing, and feeling, how excited it makes his partner be. Furuya likes to show off, he loves knowing someone's eyes are watching every inch of his body, he simply loves the way someone rakes over his naked flesh while he fuck and ruins the person under him. That desire was snubbed clean when he started dating Akai, oh, he was, and is, far too possessive to let anyone else see Akai looking like this, oh no, this is all his, that fucked out, debauched look on the ever-stoic Akai Shuichi's face is for his enjoyment only but then, but then, but then, something odd happened. To be fair, this new thing they have going on with Kazami had always been odd to him, but now he realized he has this, particular itch, something that needs to be scratched once in a while, to see that specific someone else seeing how good he can render his lover mute, not because he likes to be quiet, but because his sore throat can't utter another word.
Kazami wonders how this can be just… one of his casual evenings, just another thing he does to unwind in his downtime, like one would with watching a movie after a tiring day, or playing video games till past midnight on the weekends, watching Furuya and Akai fucking in their bedroom is just one of those activities.
But even during times like these, he can't force his mind to completely shut down. A part of his brain will continue to work overtime as long as he's awake. In between the arousal, there are spaces in which he would spend his time thinking about why is the couple already so comfortable with this. If he is the first person they ever have and probably ever will share their bedroom with?
The nice explanation is that they're just absolutely shameless. The other, less savoury explanation is that they're… Hm, there was probably a time in the past, in their undercover days, when they had to use sex in various, extremely unsavoury ways, situations where they had to force themselves to be okay with it, situations that were out of their control. He wonders if Akai had to perform like this in the past, having to swallow every emotion when he was forced to be under someone, when he would feel bile rising in his stomach, when he wanted nothing to do but get that man out of him, to leave, to hide, much like Kazami once made him feel. Is that why he's casual with being watched now? Because he had gone through worse and having Kazami around is something he now actually enjoys? Having someone that he's comfortable with, a safe person who he actually likes, to watch him rather than those heathens? And Furuya? Kazami knows what he had to do in the past, he was truly frank with it, not having time to sugarcoat anything, seducing others like a performer doing a perfectly choreographed play. Maybe that's why he likes Kazami being around so much, so, for the first time ever, he doesn't have to pretend.
Ah, for a night he planned just for sex, those weren't the nicest thoughts.
Abandoning his drink, Kazami pushes himself off the sofa and approaches the bed.
The couple was still completely lost in each other, the bed creaking as Furuya, with that annoying, devilish grin on his face, keeps fucking Akai harder despite the fact that his lover's knees had given in minutes prior and he has nothing to brace his body on, completely pressed to the bed, pinned down by Furuya's whole body weight who's using him like a toy to get off. The raven-haired man couldn't see Kazami coming closer, that's why he was confused as to why Rei suddenly slowed down, though he used that tiny window of break to get as much air into his lungs as possible before peeking from under his matted curls. His ears are still ringing but he can still hear Kazami's voice loud and clear,
“I was overthinking something unsavoury,” Kazami said, hand on the blond's neck and jaw, keeping him in place as he leaned down. “Let me kiss you for a second, Furuya, then I'll let you resume your fun.” Not expecting a proper answer, Kazami went in for the kiss, Furuya's hand gripping the collar of his shirt to eagerly reciprocate.
Furuya can taste the bourbon on Kazami's tongue, he doesn't care about acting proper as a moan slips out at the slightest touch from the other. The blond tugs him closer, parting his mouth and licking Kazami's lips to get him to fucking give him what he wants already but Kazami, in a movie villain twist, actually pulls away from him. Rei swallows down his whines when Kazami subtly tilts his head to Akai who, in a rare show of impatience, has started squeezing and grabbing at the sheets, dragging his nails down, huffing and puffing on his pillow and– right, okay, he's got a job to do, a needy fiancé to satisfy.
Kazami plops back to the sofa, seeing Furuya turning Akai around and mumbling his ‘apologies’ in his ear, Akai pretending to be upset for being ignored and keeps tilting his head away from his attempted kisses. Their little show lasted around half a minute before Akai gave in, letting his fiancé kiss him all slow and sweet, giving a pleased hum in reply. Kazami thinks it's adorable, not a word that he would ever associate with the two if he's not given this view.
It took surprisingly quick for the couple to turn frantic though, they've never been one for gentle lovemaking but there's a palpable show of impatience and urgency coming from the two. Kazami knows that even before he arrived here, Furuya had already done a number on Akai, he wore his underwear to open the door but it was hard not to notice the way his thighs glistened with leftover lube and the way his body buzzed ever so slightly with the ever-present arousal, the couple was so insistent in waiting for him to join their fun that they end up already hot and bothered for who knows how long.
It didn't surprise him when Akai started trashing about, when Furuya got even more rough, grabbing his flailing hands and slamming them back on the bed, unrelenting in his thrusts and biting the hell out of Akai's shoulder until he positively broke skin. Now, the thing about Akai is that, he doesn't actually like the pain, he likes it rough but Furuya always takes it a step further but Akai loves seeing his partner all worked up and tonight is no exception. Seeing the wild, crazed look on Furuya's face must be the thing that pushed him over the edge because with one last thrust, Furuya got Akai arching his back, mouth parted from a silent scream and body tensing so hard that his legs started visibly trembling.
Akai is always like this; quiet, intense, it took a lot for him to come and when he does it's so satisfying to see. The man falls back onto the bed eventually, his body shivering and teeth clattering, hissing when Furuya finally pulls out, his cock wet from his own semen, soft and ridiculously satisfied. Furuya is all giggly after, playfully gnawing at Akai's arm and shoulder before nuzzling his neck.
Then, the loud sound of Furuya's yelp fills the room as someone suddenly grabs him by the hair. He feels Kazami yanking him up from the comfortable human pillow that is his fiancé to face the problem that he himself created.
Yup, he suddenly got pulled back to earth, it's crazy how he was sated just seconds ago but the moment someone pulled on his hair, he could feel the telltale of arousal in the pit of his stomach coming back. It's pathetic how he feels his mouth water when he hears the clinking sound of Kazami's belt, how he didn't fight it when Kazami drags him by the fucking hair to the floor and onto his knees.
Never in his wildest imagination did Kazami think this could happen, it never even computed in his brain that this was humanly possible; that his larger-than-life former boss, thee Furuya Rei, the most beautiful, most intimidating person he and others in the unit ever met, could go to his knees and look up with his blue iris all blown out and cheek pinkish from arousal, never would he think he'd ever get to do this . Kazami knows that his younger self would die if put in this situation, the subject of his recurring wet dream on his knees in front of him, fortunately (and unfortunately), Furuya is always so over the top that now he’s kind of grown used to it, and the liquor in his blood doesn’t hurt either.
This, as in to have Furuya's hands tugging his pants down the moment he got his belt free, how Furuya, without any order whatsoever, had dragged himself closer by the knees, gripped his erection without any preamble, parting his puffy, glistening brown lips before stuffing his cock right in his mouth.
That sharp hiss Kazami lets out comes involuntary as Furuya starts bobbing his head from the get-go, he tucks his matted blond bangs behind his ear before bracing his hands on Kazami's thighs. He knows what his former subordinate likes at this point, oh he knows how he likes it alright, he likes it with no hands, likes it messy, loves seeing Furuya struggle to take in his cock halfway down and he also likes–
“MM–” He almost jumps when Kazami's hand goes back to his hair, he first tugs him so hard his knees almost lift and he's sure he got some strands plucked out before groaning as Kazami shoves his face down his crotch and keeps him there. He's struggling to breathe, fingers clawing at Kazami's thighs and squirming in place as Kazami forces his head still, thrusting in and out of his forced-open mouth with abandon because he knows that Furuya can handle it, they've done this multiple times in the past before, Kazami scratches a part of Furuya’s brain that didn't even know he wants this, always so used to being the one dishing it out on his indulgent fiancé to realize that maybe he likes getting face fucked till he can't see from the tears.
His throat constricts and another muffled cry fills the room when Kazami’s other hand grips his jaw and forces him down, forcing Furuya to take him all the way down to the base a couple of more times, ignoring the increasingly louder, more urgent whining from the blonde because he can't fucking breathe and then–
Furuya could barely do anything when the hand on his head suddenly yanked him back, face scrunched up and his eyes quickly closed when he felt the tip of his hot erection dragging down his cheek, the sound of Kazami’s hand quickly stroking himself with the last of Furuya's spit filling his ears until he orgasm selfishly on his face.
Furuya wants to gag the moment he feels semen spurting all over his face, feels it hot all over his eyelids and forehead, and dripping down his cheek.
Kazami let the blond take a breather, he was coughing and was about to wipe his face when Kazami held his wrists in place. Understandably confused, Furuya tugs his hand away only to feel Kazami squeezing him firm.
A sharp gasp fills the air when Rei feels Akai's tongue on his cheek, licking away the semen dripping on his skin and Rei feels arousal shooting up his spine so fast that his knees felt weak. He stays put even when Kazami lets him go, knowing that Rei got the idea already, watching the blonde breathing deep while his own lover licks away someone else's filth off his fiancé's face.
He feels sticky, disgusting, wet . The pungent smell and taste of semen all over his face and body would make anyone's stomach turn, from disgust or arousal depend on the person, of course.
Right now he's so turned he feels dizzy. Rei whimpered when he felt Kazami's hand on his arm pushing him up to the bed, he opens his eyes, feeling his lashes itching, he realized that he was so damn distracted that he didn't notice the other already stripping down to skin, pushing Furuya down to his knees.
His… his… Wait,
“No–” Furuya hisses, turning around to push his hand against Kazami's shoulder. “I haven't– I didn't–”
Ah, his sex life really opened so many new doors for him, never in his wildest dream would Kazami guess he would hear Furuya stutter, to actually look flustered for once in his life.
“That's fine,” Kazami said, grabbing the uncapped bottle of lube from the nightstand, “You know I can be patient.”
Oh, yeah, they both know alright. Both Akai and Rei are so painfully aware of how patient Kazami can be, as expected, really, he had to be patient if he wanted to survive the barrage of Furuya's unreasonable demands, Furuya just never considered how he'd come to love and hate it in bed though.
He can be patient, with Furuya already wrung out and the fact that he wasn't mentally prepared for this, it would take a while but he's patient. Kazami doesn't blame his former boss, whenever it's the three of them, Akai is always the one that got the burnt of it, he's always the one who ends up on his back, his sore body fucked open yet again by another man. Kazami was careful at it at first, knowing what he did to Akai in the past, but after they went past that, Akai didn't seem to mind, he wanted it even, except it to happen whenever they invited Kazami over, so of course Furuya didn't bother with preparing himself, he didn't think he'd be under anyone tonight but Kazami has other plans.
Look, it was they who kept pestering the older to come, they should follow what he wants in the end, right? If they hate it, they know they can tell Kazami to stop and he will, but as of now, Kazami hasn't heard Furuya seriously protesting his actions. No, his blue eyes did follow his hands with a bit of apprehension, a bit unsure of it but he kept his mouth shut, something in him wanted it too.
Besides, his fiancé is here.
Akai was the one who kissed his sharp groan away when Kazami slid a wet finger inside of him. His soft lips coaxing Rei to part his, Akai kissing him harder when Kazami pushed his finger down to the very base not a second later. Rei's toes instantly curled from the sudden pressure on his prostate, his knees almost gave out when Kazami crooked his finger and dragged the pad of his fingertip hard on Furuya’s full bladder. Akai's hands cup Rei's face in place even when he screams into the kiss as Kazami roughly pulls his finger, still crooked and pressing down as hard as possible, all the way out of Rei's tight sphincter before instantly thrusting it back in, repeating the same thing again and again.
It's amusing to see how Kazami manage to render Rei into a loudly groaning mess in minutes, how Akai had to grip both of his arms in place to keep Rei from thrashing about when Kazami shoved another finger in to continue fucking him roughly.
“I need–” Rei managed to pull himself away from Akai long enough to force out a few words, “I feel like I'm going to–” Kissed by his fiancé again, Furuya whines the rest of his sentence out, his bladder is so full, he's going to fucking wet the bed if Kazami doesn't let him go but then–
“You know it's not that.” Kazami said, Furuya wants to smack Akai to hell when he could feel him smiling on his lips in between their kisses, obviously finding his fiancé's excuses to just be so adorable. Rei can be such a mystery sometimes, how can someone be so shameless and shy at the same time? How is it that one day, he'd be screaming at the top of his head for Kazami to fuck him already and now he's getting all squirmy from the fact that he's leaking precum all over the bed?
“C'mon.” Akai giggled as he lay down next to his lover, legs spread so he can drag Rei on top of him, his lover who's still grumbling nonstop that he ‘doesn't like this’ and that he ‘wants Kazami to stop’ despite looking like he would collapse if Kazami do decides to leave him alone.
Being on top of his fiancé is not helping, not when he gets even more turned on laying flat on top of Akai, feeling their body pressed together while Kazami is fingering his mind away. He could feel his brain melting out of his ears and it's fucking embarrassing.
All fake protests are drowned yet again by Akai’s unrelenting kisses, one that's making Rei weak on the knees and to be fair, he would’ve actually collapsed off his knees if Akai wasn't already down here to cushion him.
Rei feels Akai's fingers bunched up on his hair to keep him in place as he screams, his body tensing up when Kazami pulls two of his fingers out and pushes three of them back in, hand shooting down to grab Rei's waist in place so hard that his fingers turn white on his waist, trying to keep Rei still while Kazami spread his fingers and starts assaulting his spot again and again. Rei’s groans and drowned-out screams turn into guttural moans as he could feel that orgasm bubbling in the pit of his stomach, he could feel it, his whole body knew it too, squeezing as hard as he could on those offending fingers, his thigh muscles and calves shaking from how tense they are, his body knows, Kazami is wringing it out of him and he's too weak too–
Akai hisses when Rei accidentally bites his lower lip to blood as he rips himself away from Akai's forceful kisses, screaming his head out in frustration when Kazami stops at the very edge of his orgasm, denying the pleasure Rei fucking needs and he’s so worked up he could feel tears springing to his eyes, body trembling from head to toe, he wants to claw Kazami’s face off and his lips are trembling, itching to yell all his feelings out to Kazami when the same man suddenly turns him around.
Red spread across Furuya's face, as Kazami, after shoving his back flushed on Akai’s chest, surged down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.
Furuya's hands shoot up to curl tightly around Kazami's shoulders, digging his fingers into his flesh to pull him as close as possible. This close, Furuya could smell it all, the lingering scent of tobacco and stale coffee that his former subordinate had obviously been consuming to sustain himself within the past couple of days, the familiar smell of car AC and stuffy suits that gave him nightmares. Furuya feels his head spinning. His jaw aches with all the kissing he’s been subjected to, this nonstop assault by his fiancé and his best friend, his face is going to heat up and turn into mush if this keeps up but Kazami still didn't stop.
He hears something wet, brain too slow to figure out where it's coming from, maybe it's from the kiss, Furuya could feel the spit dripping down his chin and tickling his neck after all, but it sounds too excessive for that.
His eyes snapped open when he realized– well, more like feeling what it is.
He moans onto the kiss, eyes instantly snap back shut when Akai took over in holding his arms in place so Kazami could yank his thighs apart and slowly push his cock in, the cock that's absolutely dripping wet from excessive lube to make penetrating him easier.
When was the last time Furuya did this? Kazami knows for sure this guy never– almost never bottoms for Akai, Kazami knows full well that he'll only roll over when he wants something. Furuya thinks that offering his ass would make Akai nicer to whatever stupid thing that his ever-agreeable fiancé might still reject and hey, it works. But he knows that Furuya didn't have anything he wanted lately so how long has it been since someone broke him in proper, hm?
Been a long, long while it seems because he got Furuya squirming and screaming just by pushing his cock in. Kazami watch how the blonde's chest moves up and down rapidly, trying to breathe through it only to have any semblance of sanity punched out of him when Kazami grips his thighs tighter and slams his hips down. The feeling of his cock, painfully obvious to be on the lengthier side, shoved all the way inside of him is enough for Rei to screech as hard as his vocal cords can push out, it helps that Akai can read his fiancé's body language inside and out, he already got his hand pressed firm on top of Furuya's mouth just seconds before he blew their eardrums off.
Akai keeps his palm pressed on Furuya's lips when Kazami pulls back ever so slowly, letting Furuya feels inch after every inch of his cock slowly letting him go only to tense up, grab Furuya in place, and cruelly thrust his way back in again, so hard that even Akai can feel it.
Akai’s hand feels wet, aside from the spit, Furuya had started crying, head thrown back against Akai's shoulder, eyes crossed and toes curling so hard they start to tremble…
His back arched when Kazami continues fucking him like that, pulling back at an excruciating pace, only to force himself back in, deeper than his fingers could reach, deeper than his body feels like it could handle. He can handle it of course, Kazami knows this, Akai knows this, but it just feels so, so good that Furuya completely convinces himself that he's going to combust if he keeps being fucked open like this.
It doesn't stop, Kazami is only a few minutes in and Akai knows from experience that his infuriating patience gives him the ability to stretch this as long as he wants to, probably more than enough to render Furuya into nothing, but just when he was going to do just that, he feels Akai poking him with his toe to get his attention.
Kazami blinked, looking up to see Akai's face furrowed, the raven-haired man shaking his head ever so slowly a couple of times with that look on his face, the look that spells disapproval, that's enough to drag Kazami back from the subconscious power trip he was on.
See, usually Akai wouldn't mind, he’d let Kazami play with his former boss as much as he wants, god knows Rei deserves it, but his lover is already exhausted, his body a sensitive mess and he's going to collapse if Kazami keeps stringing him along like this.
Kazami blinks at him before shrugging, eyes closing and nodding a couple of times. Akai rarely ever stops him, hell, he usually joins in on the fun, he loves how playful he can be with someone like Kazami as a buffer, someone who wouldn't just let Rei do whatever he wants, however he wants it. But again, not tonight, and Kazami's not going to go against that, especially when Akai can and will physically harm him if he ever hurts his fiancé. None of them wants to do that, despite everything, Kazami wants to make Furuya lose his mind only in the best kinds of ways.
Akai slowly let the grip on Rei's face go, his fiancé quickly scrambles to hold his free hand now as he feels Kazami lining his cock back up on his hole and–
“AH–!”
Akai shushes him as best he can but it's pretty impossible to do so. Furuya cries out when Kazami finally stops playing with him, when that man lifts him off the bed slightly with two strong hands on his hips, Rei's limp thighs bouncing on his arms before Kazami quickly hooks them on his shoulders.
Furuya had moved on from screaming to going absolutely quiet, his head still thrown back, lolling on his fiancé's shoulder, nuzzling his neck for comfort when his whole body, his nerves from head to toe is on fire. Pleasure washes over him like violent waves every time Kazami thrusts inside of him, that hard, unrelenting pace of Kazami, with his lengthy cock buried all the way inside of Rei’s body, only pulling an inch at a time before he shoved himself back in again. It sounds extremely vulgar, it's almost sickening, the sound of wet, sticky skin hitting each other as Kazami frantically humps his fiancé with abandon.
Akai hugs Rei to comfort him, letting the blond dig his nails and claw on his forearms as he's trying to stay sane from the rough fucking. Furuya’s also chasing that orgasm impatiently, of course, his rock-hard cock bouncing on his stomach with every thrust, Akai decides to just go through with it, wring the last one out of his fiancé.
And so he pulls one of his hands away from Rei’s waist, it took the blond a second too late to realize what Akai is doing.
Rei didn't get to say anything before he screams his head out yet again, Kazami hisses just as loud when Furuya clenches around like a vice, he feels like his whole body is on fire. It feels so good , Kazami fucking him through it as Furuya goes through what looks like this painfully intense orgasm so easily wrung out by his finacé, just a few quick hasty strokes from Akai's hand squeezing his cock got Rei thrashing through an orgasm.
Kazami is losing his mind, Furuya feels so fucking good around him, tight and hot and pulsing , and the noises coming out of his mouth is like an aphrodisiac shot straight to his bloodstream. Kazami is close and they all know it. Rei is far too gone to protest, but Kazami knows the limits of what he can get away with. He's already pushing it when he kept fucking Furuya through his oversensitive post-orgasm haze that he knows Akai is not going to forgive him if he goes any further.
And so, when he feels his orgasm nearing, he pulls out with a groan, hearing Furuya gasp in relief, back arching from this sudden feeling of being absolutely empty. The blonde visibly shivers when he feels the hot, wet feeling of Kazami coming all over his stomach, stroking himself furiously through his climax and dirtying Furuya one last time because why the fuck not, it's such a new view anyway, just what he needs to ride the last of this out, the image of the blond; face red and blotchy from tears, eyes squeezed shut and lips agape from taking in deep breathes to calm his racing heart down, twitching when he feels Kazami's come dripping down his stomach to his crotch.
It's filthy, disgusting, exactly what the couple is like.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Rei is knocked out cold. Someone who usually hates feeling dirty and would fight even the gods of slumber itself to clean himself up after bottoming is now fast asleep not seconds after.
Akai chuckled in amusement when Rei didn't even whine when he poked his cheeks. “Impressive.” He said, obviously commenting on the fact that Kazami is one of the only people who could tire his fiancé out.
“Thanks.” Kazami breathes out his dazed reply, he looks like he's about ready to pass out too but hey, he did say he's a man of manners.
The bedding is a no-go, they’re going to have to dry-clean it but that's tomorrow's problem. What's important now is to get Furuya cleaned up as best he could. When Kazami finished briefly cleaning up in the bathroom, he soaked a couple of towels in warm water and wrung them out to bring back to the bed, making sure they got the absolute worst off of Furuya's body (since that man was positively dead to the world, he didn't even flinch with an actual soaked towel was rubbed on his face), before Kazami continues to enjoy the shower properly, washing off the fatigue and grime from all that overtime.
Once he got out, Akai and Furuya had both fallen deep into slumber, all curled up in each other's arms under the blanket tucked all the way up to their ears. Adorable, Kazami considers waking them up but decides against it, leaving Furuya's apartment by locking the door and sliding the keys back inside.
Furuya didn't talk to him properly for three whole days after that, his ears pink and mouth snapping whenever Kazami ‘talks to him for too long’, he stops getting flustered after a while though, they all know it never lasts that long anyway.
Then, one day, the moment Kazami got into his car on the rare day he gets to go home in time, his phone pings once. He peeks at the notification screen, sees 1 new voicemail and mourns over the death of his perfectly curated plans for a leisurely evening because that’s not going to happen now, solidified by the barrage of voicemails he gets seconds and minutes after. What a demanding, bossy bunch those two are, he’d be a hypocrite if he complains.