A single lamp illuminated Atem's room because the sun wasn't doing its job, instead casting cool light that settled behind winter clouds as morning came. The penthouse was quiet and still, lingering upon a slow awakening. Two mugs of coffee and a small plate with abandoned toast sat at the Pharaoh's desk, the scent of soap and humidity lingered from the crack of the bathroom door, and the bed was already smoothed and made for the next night's use.
The couple was already dressed for work; Kaiba in a flattering charcoal grey suit with a deep blue tie. If he'd walked right out of the cover of GQ, Atem wouldn't be surprised. In fact, he probably wore a similar suit on his last photo-shoot when he was named the magazine's most eligible millionaire.
Atem's business attire was rarely so stark, opting instead for a black sweater with a deep V-neck, a white, oxford button down, and a violet tie. His slim-leg slacks were accompanied by a studded belt and he donned a tasteful variety of silver and gold jewelry. Atem was sure by noon he'd lose the sweater or the tie, or possibly both, and have his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he got hands-on with whatever task he needed to pursue at the time.
People knew him, knew the quality of his work, and there were rarely any critics to his choice of business attire. Kaiba had once commented that he was a disgrace to contemporary fashion, but it sounded more like a compliment than not.
The easy, familiar routine of another morning was finished and the last step was to wait for their town cars to arrive to take them to their respective places of work. Kaiba was going to the KC building and would meet Atem later for lunch at the VR Arcade to help with the final preps.
What wasn't routine was the quiet make out session that began and Atem wasn't entirely sure what sparked it. He was at the closet mirror, adjusting his tie, when he looked over to spy Kaiba sitting at the edge of Atem's ornate sofa donning his socks. It was like he was drawn across the room, like a moth to a very seductive flame, and unable to resist the urge to touch and caress his lover. Atem slithered between his firm, supple thighs to drape his arms around his shoulders and let his fingers tug at the hairs at the back of his neck.
They were easily taken in the moment their lips pressed together and tongues began a dance of their own tempo. It wasn't about getting aroused but to enjoy the closeness of each other. A touch, a scent… Atem turned his head down to nuzzle at Kaiba's neck and breathed in the scent of soap and skin. A kiss, then he moved back up, slowly memorizing each stretch of long muscle of his neck on his tongue as he rose to find and ear. A hot breath brushed his cheek as he took the lobe between his lips and sucked.
Strong arms curled around him, braced his back and low on his hips, and Atem was pulled flush to his boyfriend. He loved these moments, simple and sweet, no rush and no objective. A time where they could simply be and not have to worry about all the trivial institutions of the world.
But then Kaiba pulled back for the two to lock eyes. Atem's fingers cupped his jaw and this thumb hooked under his chin.
"Do you know just how much I love you?" Kaiba said suddenly, softly.
Atem hummed as he leaned in, their noses nuzzled before he laced a kiss upon his mouth. His beloved boyfriend was always a bit of a closet romantic, but he was rather dumbfounded at the rising passion he'd been displaying lately. Perhaps it was the holidays, or maybe they'd hit some sort of milestone in their relationship. Whatever it was, the Pharaoh was not complaining as he smiled against that hot mouth and answered. "I do."