AN and Disclaimer: The akafuri fandom needs more love, and I really don't own KnB, otherwise there would be a lot more Akashi and Furihata interactions.

Also unbeta'd and not edited, so any grammatical errors or awkward semantics (or awkward writing in general) - sorry in advance!

In which Akashi wakes with a boner and wants morning sex

Akashi sighed in contentment, burying his face into the sleeping brunette's shoulder and inhaling the sweet scent of Furihata's skin. He wrapped his arm firmly around the boy's waist, enjoying the feel of smooth and soft skin underneath, a surge of sudden lust rushing to his nethers. Groaning slightly, Furihata shifted, his back rubbing against Akashi's chest. Akashi's breath hitched as Furihata turned toward him, his sleeping face adorably disturbed by dreams.

Akashi opened his mouth, wanting to wake Furihata, but the small whimper and sigh emitting from Furihata's lips were too much. The heterochromatic teen sat up, his erection causing a bulge in the sheets, and face flushed. Akashi couldn't find the heart to wake Furihata up, but his dilemma was ...rather large.

The lack of another body's warmth caused Furihata to wake, his eyes blearily blinking open. Akashi looked down at him, his hand automatically going to ruffle the soft hair, the other hand covering his massive erection.

"A-Akashi?" Furihata murmured, rubbing his eyes cutely like a child. Akashi privately felt the urge to reconfirm his existence; his boyfriend was too cute to be true.

"Kouki." Akashi propped himself back on the bed, chin in hand, his voice dropping to a low and husky tone barely veiling the desire he felt. His eyes were hooded.

The ever perceptive Furihata blinked twice, this time more awake, his eyes growing large and wide and he realized what Akashi wanted. Akashi, amused, watched him as the brown eyes darted downwards, growing even larger when Furihata saw the unmistakeable bulge in the sheets. The red flush on Furihata's face was very becoming, Akashi thought, and leaned forward to kiss him.

"Nngh..." Furihata's skin was hot against his hands, his mouth moist and tongue slick. Underneath Akashi, Furihata struggled to get away.

"Sei-Seijuuro!" Furihata whined, pushing Akashi away and instinctively snatching up the bed covers around him. "It's too early in the morning."

Akashi, irritated, glared at him. "So?"

To his credit, Furihata didn't flinch, Akashi noted a bit sadly. He rather liked the little jumps and squeaks of terror, punctuated with occasional flares of defiance.

"I have school later today," Furihata was explaining, "and basketball practice."

Akashi narrowed his eyes at the mention of basketball. "Practice with me instead."

Furihata looked at him, exasperated. Akashi coolly stared back, unhappy with the turn of events. Furihata sat up, the sheets sliding off his hickey riddened torso. "We don't have enough time." He muttered and then yelped as Akashi grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight and crushing embrace.

"I have a car and a chaffeur." Akashi said, kissing the back of Furihata's neck and biting it. A shiver wracked Furihata's body, pleasantly quivering against Akashi's. His erection felt rather painful, and he nudged it at Furihata's backside.

Furihata blushed. "B-But," He started, only to be silenced by an eager and hungry kiss. Slightly breathless, Furihata gave in after Akashi pulled away and looked at him with an uncharacteristic pleading. Akashi never pleaded. Furihata decided that he could stand to be late to school for once. "Alright," Furihata conceded, but stopped Akashi just as the other was about to place another bruising kiss, "but we're using condoms."

Akashi looked displeased, but quickly complied. He descended, his mouth hot against Furihata's, his hands expertly tweaking his nipples and sliding down to Furihata's hips, rubbing them in an arousing manner.

Just as Akashi pressed himself against Furihata's entrance, Furihata remembered something very important. With a single rough thrust, Akashi slid in with difficulty, causing Furihata to cry out in pain.

"L-Lube! We forgot to-I need to prepare-ahh...oh god!" Furihata's distressed voice shifted to sharp moans of pain and pleasure as Akashi began to move. Akashi responded with more power, and Furihata was starting to regret his decision.

Needless to say, Furihata had trouble sitting down or walking all day, and after making a hasty excuse to a highly displeased coach, he limped back home, cursing Akashi all the way.