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Akihito's back slammed against the wall, almost hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, if there had been any in it in the first place. His breath was already stolen away by the lips moving hungrily against his own, not allowing him to inhale anything but short pants through his nose. His fingers were tangled in silky black strands that were slightly greasy from gel or wax, but the blonde couldn't care less about it. Large hands roamed his body, sliding underneath his black T-shirt without any resistance from the fabric, the skin on skin contact leaving a burning path on his body as they moved up his arched back.

Who knew kissing a man could feel this overwhelmingly good?

To be honest, he had always been a bit curious about it. About what it would feel like to do it with a man instead of with a woman. He blamed his unending curiosity on his father, who got just as obsessed with something once it piqued his attention. However, it was hard to find someone that suited his tastes enough to make him take that last step to try. Someone who attracted him enough to make the blonde want to be bedded. Apparently, he was much pickier about men than he was about the women he dove in the sheets with. He blamed that one on his mother. God, if only she knew about how loose he was with women and about the man currently grinding their erections together.

To be honest, he hadn't planned on sleeping with a man just yet. However, the raven that had entered the ramen shop and who had blatantly made moves on him, had piqued Akihito's interest. There had been a dangerous edge to him that had held the blonde's attention enough for him to buy the teen a drink. Because his shift had been over, Akihito had ordered a beer. One that had turned into two and then three. By the time the raven's hand was creeping up the blonde's thigh and his lips brushed against the shell of his ear, inviting him to a hotel, Akihito had forgotten how many glasses he had knocked back. However, as soon as their lips had met, none of that had mattered.

Now here he was, in a hotel-room, his head swimming with alcohol and lust as he rocked his hips forward into the older man's pelvis. He knew he should be afraid, or at least nervous, but he wasn't. He couldn't be, even when he could feel every inch of the raven's manhood through his slacks, much bigger than him. The teen was sure that sleeping with this particular man was not a good idea if he wanted to lose his ass-virginity, already knowing that the man would rip him up with that size. However, that was exactly what aroused Akihito. The fact that everything about this man was dangerous. It was pretty masochistic and fucked up from him, but he was already too far gone to care.

"F-fuck" Akihito breathed, his unseeing gaze aimed at the ceiling overhead as the man's lips were attached to his neck, feeling him smirk against his skin.

"In a minute. Have a little patience, kitten" the man said, his voice smooth enough to make Akihito wet, both at the front and back. It was a first, that he had been aroused enough to slick up at the back, but maybe that was because his body knew he was going to sleep with a man and an alpha this time. Not that Akihito cared much about it, pulling on the fabric covering the man's back, tugging the button up from underneath the waistband of his slack.

"Hurry" he panted, hearing one of the buttons of the man's shirt hit the floor, yet he couldn't feel guilty about it as he heard the man chuckle. Akihito gasped softly as he felt the older man nip at the junction between his shoulder and his neck, a little too hard to be playful but just right for the blonde.

"So impatient" the raven said amused, his fingers deftly undoing the button of the teen's waistband. Akihito couldn't help but moan softly as long, hot fingers dipped inside his underwear, wrapping around his erection. The weeping head aided the slide of his hand as the man tugged on the blonde's cock, continuing to suck bright red marks on the skin of his neck. The teen's hands twitched and trembled against the raven's broad, muscled back as he bit on his lip to muffle the sounds threatening to fall from them. He was always more vocal when he was drunk, but never with just a hand-job. However, the raven clearly knew how to handle a man, his wrist twisting at just the right moment and his fingers holding onto him with just the right grip. But while it was good, incredibly so, Akihito was not satisfied. Not when he knew what was coming next and when he wanted it.

"Come on, come on. Hurry up" the teen said, his voice sounding slightly higher in pitch as he whined for more. He pulled on the older man's hair, getting him to raise his head to connect their lips again. The raven didn't seem to mind being stopped from marking the teen's neck, forcing his tongue into the blonde's mouth and dominating the kiss. Akihito's lungs were screaming for air but he ignored it. Who needed air anyway? It was over-rated, compared to the pleasure the man was giving him, his free hand moving to grope the blonde's ass-cheek like he had been doing in the elevator up to their floor. The teen hadn't known being groped could feel this good, but he moaned into the older man's mouth either way, his body twitching when the raven's finger probed the damp rim of muscles in between the two fleshy globes. Anticipation tightened the blonde's gut, his thighs starting to tremble as their lips separated.

"Why don't you try begging me for it in a pretty little voice, hm?" the older man suggested and though he was intoxicated, Akihito's eyebrow twitched. Intoxicated and high on arousal as he was, he was still sane enough to be above begging, glaring at the smirking man.

"Come on, we've already come this far. I want to hear you say it" the raven said, circling the rim of muscles when Akihito was about to snap at him, turning his retort into a keen instead. The blonde's eyes were squeezed shut as the sensation send a shiver up his spine, feeling the raven lean down next to his ear, nipping at the shell to add another jolt to the teen's reactions.

"Say it, kitten. Tell me you want me and I'll give it to you" the older male said, practically purring the words into the blonde's ear. Akihito must truly be drunk beyond believe, because he actually wanted to beg. That was just how much he wanted to be fucked by this man that was riling him up more than any woman ever had. However, his pride didn't allow him to. Partly because he didn't know the man's name. He almost laughed. How ridiculous was it of him to nearly beg to be fucked by a man whose name he didn't even know. However, at the moment, that was the last thing he cared about, turning his head towards the man's ear.

"Just hurry up and fuck me or I'll go look for someone else" he said and heard the man chuckle, the digit teasing his entrance sliding past the rim of the muscle, all the way to the knuckle, coaxing a hiss from the blonde.

"You mouth says that, but your body says something else entirely, taking my finger in so easily. Do you really think that at this point, you will find someone else who will satisfy you?" he asked and Akihito clicked with his tongue though he didn't deny it. Couldn't, was more like it.

"Then do something" the blonde said, unable to hide the whine in his tone that turned into a hum when the man curled his finger against his insides. The raven chuckled again, but didn't test the blonde any longer, pulling his finger out until the tip before adding a second one, drawing a hiss from the blonde that was partly discomfort and partly just to make noise. It was his first time taking something up the ass and while a single finger had been bearable and not exactly unpleasant, he wasn't sure about how he felt about the second one. However, that changed when the raven struck a spot inside of him that he hadn't known he had. He had heard about the prostate of a man, but he hadn't quite expected it to feel like that. However, he was too drunk and too horny to really question why there was such a switch in a man's body, instead giving over to the sensations wrecking both his body and his mind.

"A-asami."

Akihito's eyes opened, staring at confusion at the ceiling above him. His body was both hot and cold at the same time, not to mention lonely. He wasn't alone in his room, but the person next to him wasn't the one that had just been there. Though they shared nearly the same eye-colour, everything else was completely different, much too young. It took a few seconds before the blonde's brain caught up, every trace of heat leaving his body as cold sweat broke out on his brow and underneath his armpits. A wet dream. At his fucking age. With his son sleeping next to him, spread out so far his foot was practically in the priest's mouth. How fucked up could he get?!

"Fuck" Akihito hissed as softly as possible before carefully moving away from his son. He needed to change his underwear before the young blonde noticed anything. He was so not ready to start explaining that to the little kid, but he didn't want Yurihiko to think he had pissed himself in his sleep either. Besides, how the hell was he supposed to explain this shit anyway? He couldn't exactly tell his son that he dreamt about the night his mother and his father had conceived him. Hell, he didn't even want to admit this to himself. He had sex with Asami once. Granted, they had gone at it like beasts for an entire night, but that didn't change the fact that it had only been a one-night-stand. One of the many Akihito had had. Yet the night he had spend with Asami was the only one he couldn't forget and Yurihiko wasn't the only reason for that.

Akihito couldn't forget the pleasure and the pain the man had given him that night, regardless of how much he tried or how much he wanted to. Especially when the man loved to continuously remind him of it.

"Oh, Aki-boy, you're up already?" Sachiko asked as Akihito walked into the kitchen for a needed glass of water. The sound of his grandmother's voice made him tense up, fearing that he might have been caught putting his soiled underwear into the bottom of the laundry like a damned teenager. He hadn't expected her to be awake, but then again, he didn't even know what hour it was.

"Ah, yeah, I woke up early, I guess. What time is it?" he asked as he managed to smile at the elderly woman while passing by her to the sink, reaching up for the cupboards for a glass.

"Almost six" she answered and Akihito looked over his shoulder at the grey-haired woman while turning open the tap.

"You're quite early yourself. Did something happen?" he asked and she glanced up at him with a hum.

"I didn't tell you? Hanae-san asked me to look after her grandmother this morning because her son is leaving on a school-trip this early in the morning" she said and Akihito frowned, turning off the tap again.

"You might have mentioned something like that. I probably forgot" he admitted and she chuckled, smiling at his back as he tilted his head back with the glass at his lips.

"It's alright. You've got a lot on your head lately. You almost look like you're in love" she said and Akihito hunched forward in a swing, coughing up the water that had gone down the wrong pipe. He placed down the glass of water to hit himself in the chest with the side of his fist as his grandmother kept chuckling, clearly amused by his reaction as he looked back at her with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"W-w-what makes you say that, Obaa-sama?!" he asked, his voice croaky from his coughing fit that was still causing his chest to heave up and down.

"Just kidding, Aki-boy. Though your reacting makes me start to believe otherwise" she said and Akihito was quick to shake his head.

"No! I'm not in love or anything! Why would I be? And with who?!" he asked, sounding way too defensive to be convincing. He was lucky his grandmother decided not to point it out, letting him off the hook with a hum.

"If you say so" she said before standing up from the chair she had been occupying.

"I'll leave breakfast to you today?" she asked and Akihito nodded, grateful for the change of subject.

"Ah! Obaa-sama! Please don't forget that Kou and Takato are coming over for diner tonight" the blonde said, stopping his grandmother from leaving the kitchen. However, his reminder only earned him a scoff and an amused look.

"I'm not like you, Aki-boy. I properly remembered" she said and Akihito grimaced slightly as she stepped out of the kitchen. Alright, so he was being a bit forgetful that morning, so what? In his opinion, it's not like he could be blamed. Anyone would get distracted if they had a sex-dream about Asami Ryuichi. No, correct that, anyone would get distracted when they dreamt about a one-night-stand they had had six years ago. Akihito didn't want to think about Asami more than he already did and he certainly didn't want to know how many other people had wet-dreams about the man. He knew there would be a lot of them, but he didn't want to be one of them.

But why was it so damned hard to forget?

"Mom?" a drowsy voice cut through the blonde's thoughts, drawing him back into the here-and-now, looking at his son that was rubbing his eye next to him, his hair all over the place and still half-asleep.

"Oh, you're up, Hiko" Akihito said as he leaned forward to pick up the young blonde, shifting him to his hip to place a kiss on his forehead.

"I thought you'd sleep a bit longer" he said, feeling Yurihiko wrap his arms around the older blonde's neck while humming.

"I would have, but I could smell your eggs burn" the young blonde said and Akihito frowned as he turned to his stove with a confused hum.

"Aaaah!" the priest in shock as he saw the black mess in the pan on the fire, quickly turning it off as he placed his son on the ground again, picking the pan off the stove. The eggs were burned beyond a crisp, already well on the way to crumble into dust.

"Congrats, mom. You managed to take eggs to a new level. Charcoal level" Yurihiko said dryly as Akihito moved the pan underneath he tap, turning it on.

"Shut up" he grumbled out, clicking with his tongue in annoyance at himself. It wasn't like him to be this out of it, yet he just couldn't seem to get his head straight on his shoulder. He tried to by keeping himself and his mind occupied with his job, but it just wasn't working. Each second he didn't keep his mind busy, his thoughts would wander off to that one night that had conceived his son. The one night he had spend with Asami that he just couldn't get out of his head. To be honest, there were worse things to think about and Akihito could acknowledge that, but that didn't mean that he wanted to think about it for better part of both his day and night.

"Akihito!" a familiar voice resounded in the blonde's ear as a weight settled on his back, making him look up from the piece of ground he had been sweeping for the past hour, sunken away in thought.

"Kou?" the priest said surprised, looking past the raven to see Takato grin at him behind them.

"You're here already?" he asked and both his friends scoffed as Kou held his own elbows, resting his chin on top of his arm resting on the blonde's shoulder.

"Already?! It's already half six, you idiot!" Kou said and Takato ruffled up the smaller blonde's hair with a fond smile.

"You promised us some dinner, right?" he added and Akihito frowned as he looked down on the watch on his wrist before cursing.

"It's already this late?!" he exclaimed and his friends laughed at him as he shook them off.

"Go inside, I'll go put away my broom and take a shower" Akihito said and Kou waved him off, telling him to take his time.

"Means more food for us" Takato added and the blonde flipped him off as he jogged towards the tool shed as the duo entered the house. Akihito almost rushed through his shower, changing his shitagi and hakama for a jeans with a T-shirt, his hair still dripping wet when he entered the living-room where the two lost sons were already being spoiled by Sachiko, Yurihiko sitting on uncle Takato's lap.

"To think that in a few years, Hiroto will be like this too" Kou said and Takato huffed.

"Please not. I won't be able to handle it" he said and Akihito scoffed amused, looking at his two friends next tot him as they made their way to the bar they frequented.

"I want to say that it's not that bad, but I can't. He's not even going through puberty and he's already impossible to handle" he said and Kou looked up at the darkening sky above their heads.

"That sounds familiar" he said and Akihito gave Takato a shove that was strong enough to knock him into Kou, prompting a laugh from both of them though they continued to jab at him as they entered the bar. The banter between them allowed Akihito to relax, maybe a little too much. One beer was followed by a second and a third one before he reminded himself that his grandparents were looking after Yurihiko so he had a night to let go and act his age, making him comfortable enough to order a fourth beer. Once every other week, Kou and Takato took it upon himself to take him out to town to get drunk and be like any other twentier, enjoying like as if he was bulletproof. It was something they had agreed upon with Sachiko and Hidenori, so Akihito could wind down a little as well. Usually, the blonde didn't drink enough to get drunk, not liking the headache that followed the next morning. However, that evening, the alcohol seemed to flow a little too easily and Akihito wasn't pacing himself correctly.

Forget about pacing himself correctly, he wasn't even trying anymore. But while getting drunk wasn't necessarily a problem, the blonde's bad habit was a big one. When Akihito got drunk, piss drunk, he had the bad habit of complaining about everything and nothing, mixing the important stuff with the unimportant, not caring if someone was listening or not because he would make them. The second part of his bad habit was drunk-dialling. Very specifically at that. He never once called the wrong number, no matter how drunk he was or what he was saying, half of it things he wasn't even sure were relevant. He knew that this was a bad habit of his, had heard enough of recorded conversations to be aware of it, but when he was drunk, he seemed to conveniently forget in how much trouble it got him in.

[How pleasant of you to call me, Takaba-san, though the timing is a bit wrong.]

"I dun care 'bout timing. Ya didn't care 'bout it either. 'Nd now yer gonna list'n ta me" Akihito slurred in a way that was not to misunderstand as anything but him being absolutely piss-drunk.

[Takaba, are you drunk?]

"Yup! Absolutely tanked! 'Nd it's yer fault!" the blonde exclaimed into his phone.

[My fault, how so?]

"'Cause I can't stop think'n 'bout ya! No'in the day an' no'ev'n at night" the young mother said, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand.

[Oh? Is that so?]

"I dunno why. Ya need ta stop bein' in mah dreams, asshole. At least lemme sleep at night" the blonde said, letting his forehead fall on the table they were sitting at, turning his head to rest his cheek against the surface, looking at Takato next to him who returned with the next round, placing a large mug in front of him.

"Oh no, who're you calling this time, Aki-chan?" the taller blonde asked, reaching out to take the phone out of Akihito's hand. Of course, this would have been the best course of action to take, but the priest was swatting away his friend's hand.

[Takaba, where are you?]

"Huh? Dunno, can rememb'r. Kou, where're we?" Akihito asked and the raven looked up, not that much more sober than the blonde.

"Tokyo?" the raven answered in an unsure tone, making the blonde burst out in laughter, allowing Takato to take his phone out of his hand. He turned away to speak into the device while Akihito straightened up, lifting his mug to his lips. If he had been any more sober, he would have begged Takato not to tell Asami their location. Yet in his drunk mind, he thought nothing wrong of it and didn't even entertain the idea of the man standing outside the pub, standing next to his sleek black BMW, lazily holding a cigarette between his lips.

"Yuri- no, that's wrong" Kou said confused as the raven looked up from his cigarette, the bespectacled raven next to him reaching for the door behind the taller raven.

"I'll bring him home" Asami said and Akihito looked up at him, his vision hazy and swimming, yet he was sure he wasn't seeing double.

"A-Asami? W-what're ya doin' here?" the blonde slurred as the crime-lord stepped forward, intent to take the blonde of his friends' hands. Akihito was pliant in his arms as it curled around his waist while his own arm wrapped around the man's neck, feeling him lift him off the ground because the feeling in his legs was long gone.

"Picking you up to bring you home, you pisspot. Where's Yurihiko?" Asami asked as he stepped into the back-seat of his car, ignoring the blonde's friends completely while his secretary closed the door behind them.

"Ojii-sama and obaa-sama are lookin' aft'r 'im" Akihito said as he slumped in the raven's lap, resting all his weight sideways against the older man's chest. Asami's arms remained loosely wrapped around his waist, one resting on his hip and the other on his thigh while smiling at him with a hint of smugness.

"So, you dream about me, hm?" the raven said and Akihito groaned as he let his head fall sideways against the man's shoulder, his eyes closing.

"Yea! Ev'n now. Honestly, there's no way ya woul' just show up to pick me up" the blonde said and Asami raised an eyebrow.

"Really? And what would I do in that dream?" the older man asked, his thumb brushing up and down the priest's thigh as amusement was audible in his voice. However, Akihito was too drunk to take notice of it. He was too drunk to even recognize this as reality, going along with everything as if it was a mere fabrication of his unconscious mind.

"We'd be havin' sex, over 'nd over again. Always that first time" the young mother admitted and Asami hummed, his hand sliding a little up, closer to the blonde's groin.

"Is that so? Then why do you refuse me? Why resist me so hard" the alpha asked and Akihito scoffed, amused at the mere idea of it as he didn't stop the older male's hand from advancing, his knees unconsciously spreading to give him more space.

"'Cause ya confuse me. Why the hell am I so attracted to ya? Why do I want ya so much? Yer a criminal and only a one-night-stand, but I can't get ya outta my he-ah-d" the young mother said, his breathing hitching as the raven's palm pressed against his manhood through the fabric of his jeans, making him twitch in interest. His head was pushed up, lips touching his neck as he continued with his eyes closed, his breathing shortening as Asami's palm continued to grind against his slowly hardening length. Akihito knew he had to stop the older man, but not a bone in his body seemed to listen to his rational thoughts that were trying not to drown in the alcohol he had consumed.

"What a coincidence, it's the same for me" Asami said, a pleased tone in his voice as Akihito's head rolled back with parted lips and flushed cheeks.

"Then maybe you should stop fighting me and just give in to what you want" the raven said, raising his lips to the blonde's ear.

"I promise you, you won't regret it. Just give yourself to me" Asami said and Akihito ended up doing just that, right in the backseat of the raven's car. He turned his head towards the older man, his arms curling around the alpha's neck as their lips connected hungrily. It was just a dream anyway, so what did it matter if he gave in to his desires? Besides, every thought disappeared from his mind, lost in the sensation of the raven trying to devour him. Akihito shifted surprisingly smoothly despite his condition, straddling the older man's lap as his hands fisted the onyx strands on the back of the man's head. Asami's hands moved to the blonde's ass, using the globes to drag him closer, grinding their arousals together with each hungry grope of the flesh. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he heard car stop before one of the doors closed, but he couldn't bring himself to care when their lips parted so Asami could attack his neck instead, nipping at the skin.

"A-asami" the blonde panted, his hips already moving on their own as the raven's hands moved up his shirt, trailing his spine while pushing the fabric up and over his head. They were both surprisingly impatient, Akihito's trembling fingers finding the older man's dress-shirt buttons while Asami undid the button of the blonde's jeans. The priest got clumsily to his feet next to the raven's allowing the older man to pull the rough garment down to his knees before forcing him to turn around, pulling the smaller male back onto his lap, back to chest. Akihito whined in disappointment at being unable to continue undressing the alpha but stepped hastily out of his pant, letting the denim dangle from one ankle as he placed his heels on the seat next to the raven's knees.

"Co-condom? I dun wanna be pregnant again" Akihito panted as Asami pulled the blonde's boxer-shorts up to his knees, feeling the older man press a kiss to the back of his neck.

"I'll pull out" Asami assured the young mother but Akihito didn't believe a word he said. However, he was already too far gone to argue or stop, moaning around the raven's fingers as they entered his mouth, requesting to be coated by saliva. Knowing that he was going to need as much lubrication as possible, Akihito slobbered all over the digits in his mouth, rolling his hips back onto the older man's lap, feeling his impressive erection dig into the cleft of his ass even when the zipper was uncomfortable against his bare skin. Asami soon judged it to be enough, pulling his fingers from the blonde's mouth and rushing impatiently through stretching out the younger male, but once again, Akihito wasn't making a single move to reject him.

He raised his hips when Asami lifted him, using one of his hands to line himself up with the blonde's entrance. The penetration was painful, almost immediately sobering the priest up, but the older male had no intention of stopping, forcing the young mother to sit down on his cock, regardless of the small trickle of blood that mixed with the saliva coating the blonde's hole. In his half-sober mind, Akihito managed to refuse, begging the man no while he rode the older male's erection. His body moved without his consent, chasing the pleasure he knew would come as soon as he got used to the pain, clinging to the driver's seat in front of him as his legs slid to the back of the seat, braced against the back-leaning. Asami's hand rested on his ass, stopping him from moving as he caressed the globe. A gasp was torn from the blonde's lips as a loud smack rang out in the car, the sudden tightening of the muscles around the large rod drawing a grunt from the older man. The skin stung like mad, prickling as it turned bright red, sending a jolt up Akihito's spine as the place was caressed almost apologetically. However, Asami was anything but sorry, letting his other hand come down on the other globe, making sure both mounds were equally red before moulding them together while biting his lips.

"'T hurts" Akihito panted and Asami glanced up, black meeting black, both gazes full of unadulterated lust and hunger as the older male smirked.

"Does it really? You're tightening up around me so much, though" the raven said as his thumb pulled lightly on the rim of muscles stretched painfully around the base of his cock that was stuffing the blonde's insides in a way that was pleasurable but not enough. Akihito trembled, biting his lip as both his anus was teased and his red skin caressed gently. He moaned loudly when the flat of the older man's hand connected with his ass-cheek again, jolting him forward. He ducked his head down, digging his nails into the seat his collarbones were pressed up against. His hips moved automatically, trying to get as much friction as possible, the shallow push and pull caused by the hits landing on his ass not nearly enough to make him climax like he wanted, yet he wasn't going to beg. Whine, however, was something impossible not to do as he called out the older man's name, trying to move in the way he liked.

It didn't take long before Asami's patience snapped, sliding his hand underneath the blonde's armpit onto his pectoral to pull the blonde back against his chest. Akihito's head spun, from both the alcohol and the mixture of pleasure and pain, his ass and butt throbbing as Asami pushed his hips slightly higher. Akihito cried out as the older man thrust upwards, ramming into the blonde's body as hard as he could. He sought for purchase, his hand slipping in the condensation coating the window while his other hand came around to fight the sweat-damp onyx locks. His head fell back onto the raven's shoulder with daze eyes and parted lips, saliva slipping from the corners as his spine arched. He could hear Asami grunt against his neck, but it was no louder than the wet smack of skin meeting skin and the blonde's moans of pleasure that grew louder the harder and faster the crime-lord rammed into him. It didn't take long before Akihito found his orgasm, climaxing with a chocked gasp around the older man's name. He keened through his clenched jaw at the feeling of something wet spilling on his inner walls, tightening his grip on the raven's locks at the odd feeling.

"Y-you promised -ah- notta come inside" Akihito said, reaching down between his legs to touch the place where they were connected, his fingers parting around the base of the older man's erection to feel his seed trickle past the rim off muscles.

"It's leaking out" the blonde said dazed as his body twitched in the aftershocks of his orgasm, his head rolling forward. Asami's cock throbbed inside the blonde's tunnel.

"A whole lot more is going to leak out. I'm not finished with you yet" the crime-lord said and Akihito looked over his shoulder.

"Give me a break. My ass hurts. I can't handle anymore" he said, his body still twitching as he reached for the waistband of his jeans, moving his foot back into it clumsily, feeling the older man's girth shift inside of him.

"Nonsense. You love it" Asami said, almost sounding like he was purring but dead-set on proving his statement. He was right, though. Akihito loved it, no matter how much he pretended not to. If he really hated it, he wouldn't follow the raven up to what seemed to be a penthouse, something he had no eye for as the older male ended up having his way with him until he practically passed out, too exhausted to keep his eyes open. However, while he was the first to fall asleep in an unfamiliar bed, he was gone before the raven woke back up, forced to endure a wobbly walk of shame with the mother of all hang-overs and a throbbing lower half that prevented him from sitting down that morning, much to his family's confusion.


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