Pecks
Quietly, the beautiful man picked out a custom made white shirt from the closet and pulled it on. With practiced ease, he buttoned his shirt up and tucked it into his pants, before moving on to fix the cuffs. A soft murmur sounded from the bed and golden eyes moved to watch his younger lover turn over, hands seeking, probably for the missing crime lord. Cute eyebrows furrowed slightly until the hands finally settled on Asami's pillow. The crime lord's lips curved while putting on his tie, as the boy pulled the pillow close and wrapped himself around it, letting out a contented sigh.
It was only 6 in the morning, and as much as he didn't want to leave the sleeping boy, he had an early flight to catch for a business meeting in Osaka. With loving eyes that he doesn't even know he ever held before he met the photographer, Asami sat down on the bed side, long fingers brushing the messy bangs away from closed eyes. He bent down and kissed red lips.
Good Morning
The fiery eyes that he uncontrollably loves so much slowly blinks open, Akihito leaned into his hand.
"Hey." The crime lord greets softly. He didn't mean to wake the other up, but his boy had always been sensitive to the lack of warmth on the bed when he leaves.
"Work?" Voice low and raspy, Akihito asked with half-lidded eyes that was laced with sleepiness.
"Yes, a meeting in Osaka." Asami answered simply. They gazed into each other's orbs for a few moments, until Asami lowered his body and planted a peck again.
With that, he stood up, pulled on his vest, and picked up his suit jacket and gun holder before making his way out of the bedroom.
"Asami! Why didn't you wake me up?!" A loud scream was heard from the master's bedroom. The mentioned crime lord smirked, relaxingly taking a sip of his coffee. His loyal assistant, Kirishima merely lifted his glasses to hide the slight smile that flashed across his stoic face.
Asami laid back on the couch, muscled legs slightly showing beneath the white robe as he crossed them. Expressionless but clear amusement in his eyes, "Kirishima, prepare Akihito's breakfast too. Juice and a sandwich would be fine."
Kirishima nodded his head and walked off into the kitchen.
In the master's bedroom, Akihito cursed as he jumped out of the king sized bed, legs staggering from the lack of strength due to Asami's nightly animalistic assaults. He quickly pulled out some clothes from the closet and dashed into the bathroom, minding that he only had thirty minutes till he was late for his photoshoot assignment.
He finished his shower in 5 minutes, dried his hair as he ran into his workroom to pick up his camera bag and the other necessary equipments, before rushing out towards the living room.
A cup of apple juice and sandwiches prepared on the coffee table in front of him. Frustratedly, he picked up one of the sandwich and hungrily shoved it down his mouth, fiery hazel eyes glaring at his smirking lover.
"Eat slowly, you wouldn't want to choke and pass out." The business man raised the cup of apple juice in the air in his direction, and Akihito frustratedly snatched it from his hand, not forgetting to curse again at Asami before gulping down the cup of juice, "Asshole."
Asami chuckled, used to Akihito's 'affectionate' name-callings. The younger boy slammed the cup down onto the table, "You knew I had a photoshoot today! You could've just tapped me awake and—"
"Takaba-san." Kirishima cuts him mid-rambling, "I must remind you it is 12:40. I remember your photoshoot is at 1:00?"
The photographer sent a glare at the secretary, to which received no response other than Kirishima's usual cold face.
Swearing under his breath, he reached out to pull Asami closer by the back of his head. Fingers in black silk hair, he quickly kissed the older crime lord goodbye.
Itekimasu
Asami's lips curved, "Stay out of trouble, kitten."
Akihito snorted. Sandwich in hand, Akihito rushed out of the front door for his day.
The lock of the door clicked, and he pushed the entrance open, entering into his penthouse. He pushed off his shoes and stepped onto the wooden floor just as Akihito showed himself.
"You're early!" The boy raised a hand out and he gave his business case to him.
Akihito didn't ask for an explanation as to why he was early, and simply wrapped his arms around strong waist and kissed briefly,
Okaeri
and then the photographer stepped away. He walked ahead with Asami following behind into the living room.
"You could go shower first. Dinner would be ready in around 15 minutes."
Akihito laid exhausted, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Asami laid down beside him, breathing heavily. A strong arm pulled him towards the crime lord, and he tucked his body against his side. They were both covered with sweat, but neither one of them were caring as they cuddled close.
The blonde nuzzled his nose at the crook of his lover's neck, taking in the addictive scent of the powerful crime lord. Half-mindedly, Akihito ran his hand up and down Asami's chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his hand. Head on Asami's shoulder, the dark erect nubs in front of him caught his attention. Discreetly, he brushed a finger across the areola, and he heard Asami's breath hitched. Very much interested and curious, or probably just playful, Akihito tentatively moved to lick the nipple before sucking on it.
Asami gasped beneath him and before he could giggle at his lover's reaction, a sudden hard slap landed on his bare butt cheeks, causing him to yelp. "Naughty kitten. Did you not have enough already?"
Akihito bit on his lip to stifle his amusement. A hand held onto his chin and then he found himself staring into golden eyes. Akihito stretched forward for a kiss, and returned to rest against Asami, the question by the perverted crime lord unanswered.
The crime lord chuckled and pressed his lips on his young lover's temple.
Goodnight.
