Kaito's the Romantic (and also the perv)

AN: In which Kaito has suggestive thoughts (and this is probably the most suggestive these extras are getting)

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There was nothing better, Kaito reflected, than being able to lounge around in bed on a weekend morning. Correction. There was nothing better than lazy weekend mornings in bed with a lover. Kaito stretched beneath Saguru's futon blankets, careful not to wake up the warm body beside him. Saguru slept deeply when he got the chance. He'd sleep through Kaito coming and going too these days, his subconscious at ease with Kaito's presence in a way that made Kaito want to smile stupidly at Saguru's sleep-slack face. Kaito on the other hand had trouble sleeping in; decades of living off an average of five hours of sleep left him prone to sleep in short bursts and wake up with the sun even if he'd fallen asleep not long before it came up.

It was easier to get more rest with someone else though. Easier to indulge in the siren call of warm blankets and soft pillows when there was warm bare skin to curl up against.

Kaito ran a hand down Saguru's bare torso, enjoying the soft skin and sparse hair under his fingertips. Saguru turned a bit toward him, nuzzling closer and Kaito bit his lip to hold in the warm, gooey mess of emotions such a small movement brought up in him. He was becoming a marshmallow. A warm, gooey marshmallow with flittering, overblown romanticism clogging up his brain. It was like the honeymoon phase with Aoko all over again only without the playful arguments or Aoko's violent morning sickness.

It was just Saguru. Just Saguru with his hair going gray at the temples and frown lines on his forehead and smile lines on his cheeks. Just Saguru, who slept with his mouth open and sometimes drooled, and sometimes kicked if he was having a bad dream. ...Just Saguru that was using Kaito's chest as a teddy bear with his nose pressed into Kaito's collarbone. A grown man shouldn't be cute, but somehow Saguru'd managed to fit into that category a lot lately. None of this had been what Kaito planned, but hell, plans were a thing of the past now that he was retired from Kid. He could have the luxury of falling in love and pursuing it now. He could have these stolen, sunlit weekend mornings and fill up his mind with them.

Saguru made a tiny sound against Kaito's chest, between a whine and a question. Kaito ran fingers through his hair as sleepy hazel eyes squinted blearily in his general direction.

"Shhh." Kaito soothed. "It's barely six-thirty. Go back to sleep."

"Mm. Bu` y're up," Saguru slurred, eyes already drifting shut again.

"Not going anywhere," Kaito promised.

"Y're staring," Saguru mumbled.

"Just watching you sleep."

"Sta'ker." Saguru smiled faintly, drifting off again.

Kaito kept petting his hair, an answering smile curling his lips. Cute. It would be kind of nice to just spend the day here, curled up and cozy. Of course the thought of spending a day in bed with Saguru turned to spending a day in bed with Saguru. Kaito bit his lip at the coil of arousal that thought brought up. Plenty of time for the sort of slow, intimate exploration of each other's bodies that Saguru seemed to be fond of. Also plenty of time to play around like Kaito enjoyed. With more cuddling in between. And talking about whatever popped into their heads and—yeah, his brain was stuck in honeymoon phase.

Sadly neither of them could spend a whole day in bed, and even if they could, they were both closer to forty than twenty with every day that passed, with the need to rest a bit longer than they would have a decade ago. Pity. It was a bit tempting to try to talk Saguru into it regardless. Kaito would save the idea for another day though.

Saguru woke up in stages, tiny movements followed by soft sounds as he tried to get comfortable again. He'd chosen Kaito's chest as a pillow though, and Kaito could say with full honesty that his chest was not the best pillow. From that bleary, half-awake phase, Saguru went from squinting at sunlight and the curve of Kaito's shoulder to mostly awake and blinking. On bad days he'd snap awake like a switch being thrown, but today wasn't one of the bad days. He blinked at Kaito's chest like he was half surprised to find it under his head before twisting to look at Kaito.

"Morning," Saguru said, much clearer than earlier.

Kaito craned his neck down to give him a quick kiss. "Good morning."

Saguru wrinkled his nose slightly—he had a thing about morning breath while Kaito could care less about that kind of thing—but tipped his head up to follow the kiss with a second one. "You were watching me?" he asked.

"You're cute when you sleep. Like a golden retriever, just less drool."

Saguru snorted, faintly. "No nightmares?"

"Nope." Kaito scritched fingers through Saguru's hair more firmly now that he was awake. Saguru leaned back into the pressure with a pleased hum. "I considered getting up to make breakfast," Kaito lied, "but I couldn't make you give up your pillow."

Saguru poked him in the ribs. "Some pillow."

"Hey," Kaito protested, twitching back.

"You're not ticklish."

Kaito poked back. "No, I'm not, but how do you like having your ribs poked?"

"Unlike you, I have padding." Saguru smirked up at him and some part of Kaito's brain went gooey again. Saguru could never find out he had the power to do that with a smile. He'd abuse it and Kaito would be even more ridiculous than he already felt.

"Is that what we're calling it," Kaito said on automatic, tickling Saguru's side. Unlike Kaito, he was ticklish.

Saguru twitched away with a gasp, and it was easy enough to move with him, pivoting so that it was Kaito draped across Saguru instead of the other way around. He straddled Saguru's thighs, leaning over him with a grin, hands at the ready. Saguru eyed him, wary. "Don't even think about it, Kuroba." Kaito's grin stretched wider. "Kaito—" He choked off in helpless laughter as Kaito tickled him. "You—ass—Kai—dammit!"

They rolled off the futon onto the tatami floor, helplessly tangled in blankets as Saguru tried to keep from being tickled and Kaito tried to sneak his fingers wherever he knew would have Saguru squirming. Kaito was still far more flexible than Saguru, and that made squirming free from his attempts to pin him down that much easier. Saguru was gasping for breath and half curled up under Kaito when he tapped the floor in defeat. "I give up!" he gasped. "You win!"

"Oh?" Kaito said, perched on Saguru's thighs. "What do I win?" Saguru glanced up at him, hair a mess, face red from laughing and bare chest all golden in the morning sunlight. He was a mess. He was beautiful. Kaito had to reign himself in to keep from just going for it and kissing him silly.

"What would you like?" Saguru asked. His hands ran up the back of Kaito's thighs. Kaito's breath caught in his chest as those hands squeezed and released. Oho? Maybe Kaito wasn't the only one thinking dirty thoughts this morning.

Kaito licked his lips. "I can think of a few things."

"You don't say," Saguru drawled, still a little breathless. His eyes were half-lidded and amused. His hands lifted a few centimeters higher and squeezed again, definitely with intent. Saguru looked at Kaito above him like he was something beautiful and enticing and to be consumed. Kaito liked that look. It promised all sorts of fun things and never failed to instantly put his mind in the gutter.

Kaito had to lean down and kiss him, feeling Saguru's laugh against his lips. He slid higher along Saguru's body to get a better angle, felt Saguru's hands settle at his hips and—they flipped and Kaito found himself staring up at a grinning Saguru.

"I win."

"What?" Saguru leaned back and no, Kaito wanted this to keep going, not stop! "Wait—!"

"I think we're both awake now," Saguru said, stretching knowing full well it showed off his shoulders nicely when he did so. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Kaito pouted. "Tease."

"Kaito, Takumi's sleeping on the other side of the wall. Let's not do anything that would traumatize him."

"He sleeps like a rock on weekends." Kaito reeled Saguru back in for another kiss. He arched up into Saguru, letting skin brush skin across their torsos. Breath caught in Saguru's chest. "I know I'm capable of being quiet."

Saguru narrowed his eyes. "Change of plans. Breakfast can be after a shower." He pushed himself up, hauling himself to his feet with the help of a chair.

For a second Kaito was sure he'd miscalculated.

Then Saguru glanced over his shoulder. "Care to join me?"

Kaito couldn't get to his feet fast enough. "Yes."

Saguru smirked. "Good. Now I think I'm going to have to sit in there because fun as this is, my knee isn't the happiest with me playing around on it."

"Sit, stand, I'll be on my knees either way."

Kaito caught Saguru when he stumbled, red faced and laughing again. Kaito took a mental picture of it, grinning as his heart beat with the same kind of rush jumping off a building could give. Yeah, only just a bit in love with the man. The bathroom door clicked shut behind them.