Akihito woke to Asami twirling a lock of his hair around his finger. He felt so warm and comfortable laying against him. The world outside was grey. Akihito heard the steady shower as the rain poured down that promised to last for the day. He wished he could stay like this forever. An uncontrollable smile spread across his face.
"How do you feel?" Asami asked, knowing he was awake now.
"Fantastic." Akihito's throat was a little soar, as was his bottom, but he couldn't help but feel irrepressibly happy. He didn't mind it. All was well with the world again. He stretched a bit, his body complained from lack of movement as he turned so he could lay on his back, his head rested against Asami's arm. "You?" He asked while looking up at Asami.
"Never better," Asami had a satisfied smile across his face. He leaned down so he could kiss Akihito. It started out slow, but it didn't take long for Asami to climb over Akihito. His hands placed on either side of Akihito's head. The kiss deepened. Soon Akihito was gasping for breath against Asami's lips. Asami moved then to his neck, leaving a trail of moist kisses.
"I thought you had work?" Akihito mumbled. Asami responded with a growl. Meaning, no.
"I called Suoh early this morning," he said as if that was explanation enough, and he came back up to look into Akihito's eyes, his own brow raised. "What? You don't want me here?" His hand moved down to grab at Akihito's sex. Akihito's eyes widened, and he shivered. He was fully awake now. "Excited, are we?" Asami said slyly.
Akihito couldn't do anything but grin and pull Asami's head to his. Asami moved down after a moment, his mouth and tongue trailing across Akihito's body as he made his way to his true treasure. Akihito shivered when Asami's lips brushed up against the side of his shaft. Asami teased him by only sucking on the tip. His tongue lathered and swiveled around, causing Akihito to moan. He played with him, brushed his teeth against the head until he was satisfied with Akihito's squirming form. He took him whole, moving up and down, slurping and lapping his tongue. His one hand held him at the base while the other reached up to pinch and twist Akihito's nipple.
"Hah… Ah…" His moans were music to Asami's ears. Akihito couldn't help but cling to his pillow. Asami released his mouth for a bit and grasped Akihito's member with his hand. He pumped until he noticed Akihito was on the brink, and then would suddenly slow down. After doing this to him a few times, Akihito was starting to get frustrated.
"Stop that," he protested as Asami's hand glided up and down.
"I'm sorry, stop what?" Asami knew what he meant but just couldn't help himself. He enjoyed watching Akihito squirm. To be able to make this body tremble by his touch, wanting him, needing only him, was something, in the depths of his stomach, he had once doubted to do again. He felt relief wash over his body again, as it had also done last night.
"You know what," Akihito said with an unconvincing glare.
"I'm afraid I don't," and he picked up the pace again, grasping him tighter, causing Akihito to arch his back. His hips started to move wantonly. Asami marveled at this. He was completely entranced by Akihito's trembling body. He was irresistible.
"Do you want me?" He noticed that Akihito was close to coming, and slowed down instantly. "I won't do it until you say it." He brought his head up so he was face to face with him. Akihito's breath was heavy and he stared at Asami, waiting. But Asami wanted him to beg. He tugged at Akihito's staff.
"Yes!" Akihito cried out at the sudden jolt.
"Yes what?"
"I want you." He was panting, his face was flush, and his lips were slightly swollen.
"Good boy," Asami smiled, pecked his lips and moved his head down.
"Ass h-" Akihito couldn't finish the sentence as Asami took him in his mouth once again. His tongue and mouth moved with purpose and he sucked so hard that Akihito couldn't take it anymore. He took one final breath before releasing into Asami's mouth. Asami drank it all and licked his lips when he was done. He came up to Akihito's face once again and kissed him fervently but also softly. "Ass hole," Akihito said when he found his voice.
"If you liked that, you'll love the next part," Asami said with a devilish smile, his eyes gleamed. Akihito was slightly confused until Asami suddenly flipped him over on his stomach, mindful of his foot. Asami moved his body down and spread Akihito's legs apart and raised his hips so that his ass aligned perfectly with his erection. Akihito supported himself on his elbows.
He paused though to rub his hand across Akihito's lower back and sides. Akihito's body stiffened. He didn't know what to think as Asami traced his wounds. If anything, he wanted to know what Asami was thinking. Asami saw them clearly now. Akihito had been so adamant about Asami not seeing his body until yesterday that it surprised him that there were this many wounds that had needed stitches. He must have been in so much pain, he reflected as his fingers trailed across the vanishing scabs.
"These are healing nicely," he said softly and encouragingly. He looked at Akihito's bottom now, but he didn't dare trace the word. He felt that if he did, he would be acknowledging the memory, this memory that Akihito hated the most. Instead he leaned down and he kissed it gently, just for a second, before moving back to the middle of Akihito's backside. He used his hands to spread the cheeks apart. Lightening erupted, and through the flash he saw the scar tissue from the stitches that had once been there. Without holding back, Asami ravaged Akihito's hole using his tongue and his lips. With every swipe he hoped to erase the scar and the memory a little more.
Akihito knew it was going to happen. He even felt the moist heat of his mouth before he consumed him. But it happened so quickly that Akihito couldn't repress the gasp. He gripped the bed and hung his head in defeat. Asami dug his fingers into Akihito's butt, mindful of the wounds, and continued. He paused for a moment and watched as Akihito's sphincter would clench and release. He smiled, as it was he that was creating this pleasure. His smile turned into a grin as his juices began to slide out of him.
"Looks like your body remembers last night well." Akihito turned his head to look at him, and was appalled at his own body. He and Asami had forgotten all about that, and he blushed. Akihito felt the thick fluid run down his leg. Asami used a finger to wipe up his semen only to shove it back into Akihito. Akihito felt his body pull at Asami's finger.
"You're still loose and soft from last night," when he brought his finger out it was completely soiled. "Good."
"Stay," he said to Akihito. Although this was helpful, as well as also fun, he knew that lube would probably be more enjoyable. Their saliva last night was just barely enough. Asami left the bed for just a second so he could go into the end table's bottom drawer.
"Now, you grab that," seeming to read Asami's mind.
"It would have ruined the mood if I had stopped in the middle last night. I just couldn't restrain myself," his face turned devilish again. He came back up behind Akihito, readjusted his hips and popped the cap off of the container. Asami held the container just over the target and squeezed. Transparent, sticky liquid came out immediately. Akihito cringed at the cool fluid.
"Warm it up first," he growled as he tried to regain composure.
"Sorry," Asami said unapologetically, and chuckled.
Asami moved his hand around, he used one hand to pull at Akihito's hole while the other pushed the finger covered with lube inside him to mix with his seed. Akihito moaned. Once done, Asami used the soiled hand to wrap the rest around his aching appendage, and without further delay, he held onto Akihito's hip with his free hand and used the other to guide himself until he sunk into Akihito. The heat from him was overwhelming, and he almost let out a gasp. Akihito groaned as Asami slowly moved in, until he filled him whole, right to his hilt.
Asami stopped and stared at the flush body beneath him. Akihito made to turn his head just a bit and he caught Asami's eyes. That was all Asami needed, and he started to move. He enjoyed the sounds Akihito's hole made as he moved in and out of him. At first, Asami could feel every clench, causing him to come closer to release, but he kept moving.
"Deeper," Akihito groaned as Asami hit his spot that caused him to tighten. Asami moved more roughly, and faster. He reached his hand around until he grabbed Akihito's to guide it to his own flailing member. They didn't need any more words to say what they both wanted and needed. They knew each other's bodies like they had never known another person.
Akihito held himself and moved to match his strokes with each thrust. He was almost at his breaking point and moved his hand faster. Asami knew he was about to release when Akihito started to cry out. He picked up his own pace, wanting to cum as close to him as possible. Asami powered over him, his body shook. They both were far past their limit, the ecstasy rolling over until it was almost painful. Without stopping his movements, Akihito ejaculated. At the same time, Asami, without realizing it, also released and they both cried out.
Asami came out of him, clutched himself while leaning over, and waited for time to pass. His hips shook, and he sat. He watched as Akihito's hole twitched even with the absence of his cock. Akihito was breathless, and he couldn't move. His body felt so hot, and tired. His faced was buried in the sheets. They both were like this for a moment. Akihito, still trying to gain composure moved around so he was now facing Asami. He crawled up to him and they stared at each other for a moment. Their hot breath mixing with the other's.
"Not done," Akihito said, his face glazed over. He reached down and touched himself again and started to move. Asami, a little surprised but not unwilling, accepted his kiss. He grabbed at his soiled, moist self, and moved with Akihito. His hand gliding effortlessly.
Akihito released his hand and let go of the kiss. He shoved Asami's hand away from his own shaft, and directed him so they were on opposite sides of the bed. Asami moved with no complaints. He liked it when Akihito was aggressive. Akihito pushed him down, until Asami's head rested against the pillows and he was looking up at Akihito. Akihito climbed over him so he could kiss and tease Asami's nipples for a bit. He moved lower then so he was just above his legs, and their sexes lined-up. Without shame, Akihito grabbed his sex and pulled Asami's so they could rub together. He used both hands to wrap around them both, and moved up and down, guiding them together. Akihito licked his lips and looked up at Asami when Asami's became erect. Asami was so engrossed by the act, that it took him a moment to realize Akihito was staring at him.
"You just can't get enough of me, can you," Asami stated as he stared at Akihito's parted lips, entranced.
"No," Akihito said brazenly, and continued to work on this for a moment before he realized just how much he wanted Asami back inside him. The need came over him. He released himself and Asami, and shifted to squat over him. He reached behind himself to grab hold of Asami's cock, and held it to his wet and swollen sphincter. His breath was heavy again, and he whimpered at the slight touch of Asami at his entrance. Ever so slowly, Akihito guided him in, as he lowered his body.
"So very shameless of you," Asami said and squeezed Akihito's thighs. Akihito moved instantly. He grinded against Asami. The act sent electric shocks through both of their bodies. He quickly picked up the pace, and leaned back. His hands rested on Asami's knees as he continued to move. He moved faster and rougher. His body clenched at the pinch, but he continued. It hurt, but he couldn't stop. He needed to be connected with Asami. He couldn't let go. His head tilted back, and he cried out, his voice horse. He felt the tears after he realized what was happening, and he couldn't stop them. But he kept moving, faster and faster. Asami, Akihito thought, over and over again.
"Akihito," Asami answered him, his own voice heavy. Akihito hadn't realized he was calling him allowed. Asami couldn't help but stare as his body moved lasciviously, Akihito's shaft flailing. It was enough for Akihito to thrust a few more times before he again ejaculated. He was still leaning back when Asami came up and took him by the waist, so he could turn him back onto his back.
"Don't cry," Asami said softly, wiped the tears away, and started to move himself. He was still erect and inside Akihito. Akihito was spent and was unable to move. He watched Asami finish, and released himself from Akihito once more only to climb up and lay on top of him, face to face.
"You okay?" Asami wiped again the last few tears that had fallen as he had finished.
Akihito nodded, but without realizing and without any control, he started to ball his eyes out. Asami moved so they could both sit up and he held Akihito as he wept once again. Akihito clung to him, his arms wrapped around his chest, and buried his face against the crook of his neck.
"You're not hurt anywhere are you?" Asami asked as soon as it quieted down.
"I'm fine," Akihito replied and wiped his face with the palms of his hands. When he thought about it, his bottom hurt quite a bit but he didn't care, nor could he tell Asami such a thing. "More than fine."
Asami looked down at his lover. What was he thinking, Asami thought. Had he been too rough with him? Did they have sex too soon?
"Maybe we shouldn't have done that," Asami said, and looked out the window. "I don't think you were ready."
Akihito suddenly felt incredibly angry. "Don't say that." Asami caught on to the anger laced in his voice instantly. "I am fine. More than fine. Do you think I would have done it three times if I hadn't been?" Akihito pulled away from him so he could look up at Asami.
"Then why were you crying?"
He was at a loss for words. He didn't know either. Perhaps it was relief, or perhaps it was because they were finally connected again. No matter how Akihito thought about it, the exact reason why he could not form into words.
"I- I don't know," was all he could say.
"Then I think, we shouldn't do that again. At least for a while," Asami added after he saw the hurt on Akihito's face.
"I don't want to stop," Akihito complained.
"I don't understand Akihito. Didn't I hurt you?" Akihito averted his eyes, and he couldn't speak. Asami waited for a response. Akihito fidgeted, mindlessly moving so his bottom was less visible. Asami caught on and so shoved Akihito aside, despite his short resistance, and looked at his backside for confirmation.
It wasn't a lot, but a bit of blood was smeared with the cum and lube around him. Asami's eyes flared. He hadn't realized. "I did!"
"Yes, but-" Akihito tried to grab him.
"See. I shouldn't have let my desire get ahead of me. I knew you weren't-" Asami moved to get out of bed. Akihito almost fell trying to cling to him. He wrapped his arms around Asami's waist as he stood.
"I'm happy," Akihito almost yelled.
"What?" Asami turned around, surprise laced in his voice. He was angry at himself for losing control, and letting Akihito have his way. Akihito was his everything. He was the one person he couldn't stand to see hurt, and yet he had just done something that defied his existence.
"Yes, it hurt, but that was my fault." Asami couldn't move, he couldn't shove away from this man. "You did nothing wrong. I- I wanted to do it. I'm really okay." Akihito noticed that he wasn't moving and moved up onto his knees on the bed, so he could caress Asami's head in his hands. "Not touching you, being unable to not make love to you, was far more painful. I-I had been so a-afraid that I wouldn't be able to." He leaned in and brushed his lips against Asami's. "I'm so happy, and relieved. I don't mind the bit of pain. Can't you see that?" Akihito whispered, wanting Asami to understand him with all of his being. He wouldn't let go until he did.
Asami stared across his face, trying to find some contradictory in his body language that would deceive his words, but he found none. It finally hit him. What Akihito had been afraid of, and that sense of relief, he felt it too. He had also been afraid, so afraid that he would hurt him.
Akihito's chest rose rapidly. He didn't know what else to say, and if Asami didn't get it, well then, he just didn't know what to do.
Asami reached up and brushed the back of his hand against Akihito's cheek. Akihito caught his breath, and his body shivered at his sudden intimate touch. "I see it now," Asami whispered back against Akihito's lips. He brought his hand behind Akihito's neck to pull him in closer so he could kiss him back softly.
"Let's go shower," Asami said after a moment, brought his hands down so they cupped Akihito's butt and thighs, and lifted him so his legs hooked between both of his arms at his hips. Akihito felt Asami's semen and the lubricant slide down his backside and legs. He blushed when Asami set him down and he glided his hands over the sticky moisture. Akihito had wrapped his arms around Asami's neck and only let go when Asami turned on the shower.
He welcomed the warm water that rained on his head, it helped to cool down his flushed body. Asami washed Akihito from head to toe, and took extra care when he washed that special part of him. He checked to make sure he hadn't torn any of the fresh scar tissue, and released a sigh of relief when he saw that there wasn't anything wrong. Akihito shook when Asami inserted a soapy finger to clean his insides. This wasn't how he wanted to be cleaned. Akihito reached around to grab Asami's fingers before they could clean him too much, and turned around to grab at Asami's member. He pushed Asami up against the wall, lathered some soap in his hands, only to start rubbing, wiping and cleaning Asami's soiled shaft. Akihito looked up at Asami with more longing in his eyes. He would get cleaned but he wanted this part of Asami to do it.
"How many times do you plan on doing this? Not that I object but, ..." Asami's sex was getting hard in Akihito's hands.
"Until I make up for all the days we haven't done it," Akihito replied while looking up at Asami with longing. He could hardly control his excitement. "Take me," he said to Asami lewdly.
"Don't read my mind," Asami said playfully and once again lifted Akihito against the shower wall. Akihito wrapped his arms around Asami's shoulders. In the midst of a kiss, as water poured down their faces, Asami thrust up into Akihito. Akihito gasped as the position that they were in made him tremble. Both broke the kiss, and focused on what was happening below. Desire purely driving them. As the thrusts became more forceful, Asami had to let go of one of Akihito's legs to balance himself against the wall, while the other still held Akihito's other leg in a hooked embrace. Akihito's fingers dug into Asami's forearms. Their bodies were once again in sync. Each time Akihito tightened around him, it sent Asami flying. He had forgotten such pleasure.
Akihito released. The semen that sprayed his stomach soon washed away. Asami couldn't hold it anymore and took himself out of Akihito. Akihito knelt down, shoved Asami's hand away, only to quickly could consume the cum and last bit of soap in his mouth. Asami rested his head against his arm that rested against the shower wall. He watched Akihito swallow his essence, then lick him clean.
"Now I wash you," Akihito said while still kneeling down and lathered soap in his hands to wash Asami, starting with his now satisfied, limp sex. He soon worked his way up and even washed Asami's hair.
They dried themselves off and got into comfortable cloths afterwards. Asami wore his house sweatpants, Akihito liked to call them, and a plain white t-shirt. Somehow, even though Akihito found the suits incredible attractive, he found this attire, with tousled wet hair, almost irresistibly sexy, and loved it when Asami wore this. He was the only one that got to see this side of him, well except for when Kirishima stopped by sometimes.
Akihito had put on a fresh pair of boxers. He hung the towel around his neck as he went on his side of the bed and took out his little kit of bandages. He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his old bandage that was barely hanging on to his foot. His back faced Asami. Asami came out of the bathroom after he hung up his own towel to see Akihito doing this. He leaned against the door frame and watched him for a second.
"Hungry?" He asked, knowing he shouldn't ask him how it was healing, or if he needed any help putting on the cream on his back. He had given up on asking such things since Akihito refused him each time. His stubbornness was so frustrating sometimes. He was actually surprised that Akihito hadn't waited until the bathroom was free to do this in private. The stitches on his toes were still in, and the wounds were healing nicely. Akihito had finally gotten the okay that he could shower without worrying about getting it wet. He still couldn't go swimming or anything like that though.
"Yeah," Akihito replied without turning around. "There is some left-over soup in the fridge. The nurse brought it for me two days ago. I think there is enough for both of us."
"Alright. I'll go heat it up."
"Wait," Akihito said and turned to look at Asami. It hadn't taken long for Akihito to finish bandaging his foot. He was able to put the cream on most of his back but reflected he needed help. The nurse wouldn't be in for another few hours, but his wounds itched, and he didn't think he could wait. He usually took a shower right before she came so that he wouldn't have to wait long for her help, but considering what just happened, he had no choice but to ask Asami. "Could you help me?" his face flushed.
"Sure," Asami said instantly, shock followed by eagerness moved him forward. He sat down next to Akihito who put the bottle of cream in his hands.
"It doesn't need a lot," Akihito turned a bit so Asami could better see and reach his back.
"What made you change your mind?" Asami asked after he started.
"I took a shower early," he replied with a blush. Asami restrained from chuckling, understanding that if it hadn't been for him, Akihito never would have asked him.
"How- How do they look?" Akihito asked as Asami's fingers glided over his sides. Goose-bumps climbed up his arms when Asami rubbed the wounds that were closer to his stomach.
"Most of the wounds only have fresh scar tissue. Some of them still have scabs, but I think they are healing nicely."
Akihito didn't know what to say, and so waited in silence until Asami finished. "There, all done." Asami said and capped the container. He rubbed the remaining salve in his hands. Akihito took the towel off from his shoulders and pulled a shirt he had gotten for free at a concert over his head. He set the towel over his head, too ashamed to look at Asami.
Without needing another word, Asami tousled the towel in his hair, got up, and left. Akihito walked to the window, not ready to go into the kitchen. As he watched the rain turn the city into almost a grey, solid haze, he reflected on all that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. His body automatically became warm. His head thudded against the window and he welcomed to coolness against his forehead. He couldn't help the small smile cross his lips. He somehow felt more whole, back to himself before the incident. Perhaps even invincible. Asami made him feel this way, Akihito recognized.
As that thought entered his mind, the smell of food entered the air, and his stomach growled. He felt hungry. For the first time, he felt really hungry. So hungry that his stomach had a hollow ache. His mouth watered, and he left the grey rain.
He walked in to Asami stirring the pot of soup. It was already steaming.
"Should be done in a minute," Asami said and looked up when Akihito entered the room.
"I'll set the table," Akihito said while already motioning to get everything. By the time he was done, the soup was heated, and so Akihito sat down at the table. He watched as Asami scooped the soup into his bowl. Asami's face was flawless, Akihito acknowledged, as he stared shamelessly at him. I love this man, Akihito thought. He froze instantly. What?
"I'll get some bread. How hungry are you? What?" Asami said this last part when he looked up and caught Akihito staring.
Akihito automatically blushed, and finding the ability to move, fidgeted and looked away. "I'm starved, is all."
Asami smirked, "I bet you are." He sat down after he had received the bread.
Wow, Akihito loved him. As soon as he thought the words they were just glue inside his head and wouldn't go away. However, he refused to say just this. If Asami knew, well, what if he didn't love him back. He wasn't even calling Asami by his first name yet. Akihito's mind was reeling.
They ate in silence, yet it was comfortable, felt natural. Akihito didn't think he had ever been this relaxed around Asami. Just what was he thinking.
"What are you thinking?" Asami asked Akihito after a minute.
"I was thinking about my work," Akihito lied.
"I already told you-"
"I know what you said. But I hardly think this is fair," Akihito set his spoon down. What the hell was he saying? How did work come up?
"Didn't anyone ever tell you, life isn't fair," Asami said, he too had put his utensil down.
"Don't throw those words in my face," Akihito tore off a piece of bread. Anger flared up in him.
"Akihito, quit being impossible. You know why you can't work yet." He knew very well.
"What if you have a guard on me at all times. With respectable distance, I would like to add."
"No."
"Asami, if I stay in here much longer, all by myself, I am going to go crazy."
"I'm here."
"Yeah, now you are. But for the most part you aren't. You won't let my friends come over, you won't let me work. What am I supposed to do while you are not home?"
Asami was silent for only a moment. "I'll have Kirishima stay here until he is completely healed, and/or we catch Mika." Akihito restrained from shivering at her name.
"Now that's not fair to either of us. Asami." Akihito stared at him.
"You are safest here," was his only retaliation.
Akihito clenched his teeth. "You can't make me stay here."
"Is that a threat?" Asami's eyes narrowed.
"No, of course not. Maybe," Akihito tried to relax his jaw. "I just mean that, you don't know when and if you will ever catch that woman. I am a grown man. And I really think getting back to my job will help me, you know-" Akihito paused. How else could he win this argument. Asami did nothing but look at him.
"Asami…" Akihito stared back him. He wanted Asami to understand.
Asami did understand. It was not that he wanted Akihito to never work again. To keep him locked up would probably ruin him forever. But he couldn't let go, knowing that Mika and Yuri were still out there. If they didn't already know Akihito was alive, they would most certainly find out as soon as Akihito went back to work. Akihito was his everything, and they both knew this well. They would not hesitate to take Akihito again, or just kill him. The thought of not seeing this face every day made his chest ache with a pain he had regretted growing accustomed to over the past two months. He was tired of feeling this way. The only solution Asami could think of was to find Mika and Yuri and kill them first. Only then would he be able to sleep peacefully again with his lover. And even if Akihito acted all fine, Asami knew that the scars would never go away, and was unconfident with Akihito's mental status. It was his endless fighting spirit that made him different from everyone else Asami had met. He was also the only man that did not want to use Asami for their own gain. He wanted Akihito to go back to being the fearless man he cherished. As Asami gazed into his eyes, he shuddered when he suddenly saw a tiny spark of fire in his eyes, and in that moment he admitted defeat.
"Alright," he said solemnly.
"Alright what?"
"Alright you can go back to work. But-" Asami said this too quickly for Akihito to feel any excitement. "You will be under supervision, and there will be a few more things, but I need a couple more days to get it all straightened out."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes." Akihito could no longer contain himself and he got up from his chair, embraced Asami and sat on his lap.
He felt like he should say thank you, or something, but at the same time, his stubbornness, as well as his understanding of the conditions made him unwilling, so he settled for just hugging him.
Asami wrapped and rested his hands on Akihito's hip. Akihito pulled his head away from Asami's neck so he could look at him.
"It will be okay, you'll see."
"I'm the one that is supposed to say that." Asami leaned in then and kissed Akihito softly. Akihito cupped the side of Asami's face as the kiss deepened. Asami slid one of his hands just above the inside of the hem of Akihito's shirt but went no further. Their lips moved against the other's gently. Asami's tongue delved into Akihito's mouth for a just second. As soon as Akihito's tongue embraced his, Asami retracted and he pulled back a bit. It had been a kiss that soft and loving.
"You need to eat," Asami said once Akihito opened his eyes. Asami said this but didn't move his hand away. Akihito's skin was so soft and warm beneath his touch.
"Oh yeah," he accidentally said aloud.
"Don't worry. We'll continue this later," Asami gave a devilish grin.
"We will, will we?" Akihito arched an eyebrow.
"Yes," Asami said confidently and without shame.
"Hmph." Akihito didn't confirm nor deny the statement but jumped off then and went back to his seat. "Want to watch a movie after this?"
"Sure," Asami grinned to himself. "But I get to pick it out this time."
"You never pick out the movie." Akihito was surprised.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well you always say to watch whatever I want to watch. I didn't think you liked movies to be honest."
"What era do you think I am from?"
Akihito just smiled. "I like movies. I just am normally pretty tired, and don't care as much as you. Plus, if you pick out the movie, who knows what we'll end up watching." Asami grinned slyly as him.
"Are you saying I have poor taste in movies?"
"I'm not not saying it." Akihito glared at him. "Eat your soup."
"You eat your own soup," Akihito gave up and mumbled against his spoon. Asami just chuckled and slid his foot over to rub against Akihito's under the table. He didn't flinch away, so Asami took that as forgiveness and continued while also finishing his own bowl of soup and bread.
