Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica or any of the characters do NOT belong to me.
A / N: Thank you all for your comments! This chapter wasn't supposed to end up in a situation like that. I wonder how it turned out to taste like certain kind of fruit *blush*... I honestly meant to write an innocent peace of morning activities! Breakfast, reading the paper, brushing one's teeth, stuff like that! Well, Akihiko being who he is, I guess I should have expected this (I'm sure he possessed me while I was writing). By the way, I'm having really fun naming all the chapters more or less randomly and obscurely.
As a completely different sidenote, we just got two kittens! They're so cute! I'm kinda tempted to call them Usagi and Misaki even though they're both girls.
LEVEL UP!
Chapter 7: Sunday Morning Strip
It was rare for Akihiko to wake up before Misaki as he wasn't much of a morning person, but that morning he did. He woke up early, but didn't get up. Instead, he watched the sleeping man beside him.
Misaki was snoring lightly, and it looked like he was having a dream. Akihiko found it to be an amusing show. Misaki's eyelids were twitching and the expressions on his face were changing rapidly. First irritation grew into anger, then suddenly a sigh of relief, then a happy face. But what really topped the performance for Akihiko was the quietly whispered "Usagi..." at the end.
Akihiko didn't even realize he was smiling. He didn't question his happiness from merely watching a man sleep, didn't even realize he was happy, not exactly. If he had stopped to analyse his emotions, he would definitely have known he was happy, but it might have killed that simple warm, fluffy feeling that was enveloping him at the moment.
Slowly he extended one finger and caressed Misaki's jawline with it, softly it glided on the skin. Misaki stirred a bit but didn't wake up. Akihiko almost couldn't believe how the young man had changed, yet here was proof, right in front of his eyes. Here, under his touch, was the same Misaki that a little over three weeks ago had been just a boy. Of course, what had changed was only the outside package, Misaki was still Misaki inside; but still, this was amazing.
Akihiko peeked under the blanket, just to verify the gorgeousness that lie there. No, he definitely hadn't been dreaming last night. He missed the boyish Misaki a bit, as he thought he couldn't tease this manly thing as easily, but he was glad of this version 2.0 with several improvements. Gorgeous, handsome, manly, and all his. In fact, he was already half-hard just from watching his precious Misaki sleep.
There was just one worry in Akihiko's heart. If he couldn't tease Misaki any more and lead him by the nose as easily as before, then what would happen in their relationship? He was fully aware of the fact that Misaki didn't often initiate anything. He understood that Misaki sometimes used the fact that he was smaller and could thus be easily dominated as an excuse. Obviously Misaki enjoyed being with him, it was just that maybe the youngster wasn't completely ready to admit to it, at least not often. Misaki was shy and easily embarrassed. He might put up a fight, if only for appearance's sake, and Akihiko couldn't be certain he'd always win. Simply said, Akihiko was afraid that he might become pent up and frustrated. Well, to be honest, maybe there was something else mixed in there, too. Something darker, something he couldn't quite put into words even if he was an author and had quite an extensive vocabulary.
Actually, when he continued inspecting the handsome face, another worry came to his mind. One that made his own face darken with thunderclouds. Misaki had really become very handsome. If only he could lock him up and keep him for his own forever, that would be good. Some twisted part of his mind was already planning to turn the apartment into a prison, but no, he could never do that. He would never do that, not for real. He knew that locking Misaki up would kill the young man's smile, maybe for good. He'd just have to be ready for the annoying flies that – he was sure – would start buzzing around Misaki the second he stepped outside.
It was lucky that Misaki had stayed pretty much indoors the last two weeks of his vacation, when Akihiko wasn't here to guard him. It seemed that his joints and bones had been hurting quite a bit from the instant growth, so he had just lazed on the sofa watching anime or reading manga, only leaving the flat to get just the most necessary things.
Suddenly Misaki's eyes flew open. For a few breaths he was staring straight into Usagi's violet orbs without understanding anything, then he realized where he was and how the other man was looking at him. He blushed red, realizing that the man had been watching his sleep. Quickly he wiped his mouth with his hand to make sure he hadn't been drooling or anything embarrassing like that.
"Ummm, Usagi, for how long have you been staring at me?" As more of Misaki's consciousness came back to him, he saw that Usagi didn't look very happy. Not angry, but maybe annoyed. "Is something wrong?"
"For a while," was the only reply he got, and it seemed the annoyance was buried somewhere deep like it never had existed. But Misaki knew something was troubling Usagi, even if he now looked completely content and happy and crawled on top of Misaki to give him a long and lingering kiss. Misaki's morning stiffness was rubbing against the other man's; even through their clothes and blankets they could clearly feel each other.
"Good morning, Misaki," Akihiko purred in his deep, husky voice and kissed him again.
Sweet was the touch of their lips, soft and wet were their tongues, dancing with each other. A perfect morning kiss.
Or it would've been if that shitty Usagi hadn't slipped his hand inside Misaki's pyjama shorts. How had he gotten into them last night, Misaki wondered briefly; he couldn't remember pulling them on. Then more acute matters took up all of his brain activity.
"Mmfhmmm..." Misaki moaned, trying to keep his voice in, trying to stay mad at the other man.
Akihiko had moved on to kiss Misaki's neck while his hand had closed around Misaki down there. He loved the fact that despite last night's energetic activities he could still have this effect on his lover.
"Ahnnn," Misaki whimpered.
Akihiko was moving his hand, slowly, almost painfully slowly, up and down.
"Usagi," Misaki panted, "I don't think I can... you know... again..."
"I know," Akihiko answered between kisses. "Touch me, too, Misaki."
Misaki's first reaction was to object, but then he decided not to, maybe remembering his own thoughts from last night. He pushed the blankets away, extended his nervous fingers, and slipped them under Usagi's waistband. His hand was shivering, and he wasn't sure if it was because of embarrassment, nervousness, fear, desire, eagerness or something else completely. Or maybe it was a complicated mix of all those.
When Misaki's trembling hand touched Akihiko's hard-on, a shiver ran through the author. A low growling moan left his throat, and the timid hand got more confidence from the primitive noise. Akihiko really enjoyed when Misaki did something like this almost voluntarily. Of course, he also loved having his wicked way with his lover, but what made him really happy inside his heart were the times when Misaki admitted either in actions or in words that he, too, wanted this, wanted to be with him, wanted to stay together, wanted to share these moments.
I'm having this effect on him, Misaki thought. He was studying Usagi's face with his eyes. The man had stopped kissing Misaki's neck, and his face was right above Misaki's own. Usagi had closed his eyes, concentrating on his sense of touch only. His lips were a little apart, and he was breathing hard. A textbook image of pleasure.
Their hands were now moving in synchronised pace. They were getting faster bit by bit, all the time, still staying in complete harmony with each other.
"Ah! Ahnnn! Mmmm!" Moans and gasps and breaths and guttural groans filled the room, and neither of them could distinguish which came from their own throat and which from the other's.
It didn't take long for them to reach the point of no return, and soon they came, spilling their cum on Misaki's stomach and chest. For the moment, Misaki was too satisfied and spent to care.
Lying side by side, happy and content, not a care in the world. Luckily it was a Sunday, so this was a perfectly good way to spend the morning.
