Hi everyone! It's been a while, but I've been really slow with ideas. D: This time, I have smut, which hopefully makes up for the tiny drought! Of course, there's also fluff, because if you know my writing you can always count on me for! Haha. Anyway, happy late Valentine's Day, and happy late birthday to Japan! They were on the 14th and 11th, respectively! I actually wanted to write something for both of those things since I've gotten back into rping Hetalia, especially Nichu, and I've got a great Yao to my Kiku, but didn't have any ideas, so... yeah. Here's this anyways.

Kiku cracked his eyes open at his standard wake-up time that morning: 6AM. He let his eyesight focus to the natural sunlight that poured into the room and prepared to begin the long, arduous process of getting his lover out of bed, but moved back a little with a start when he saw Yao's amber eyes already fixed right on him.

"Good morning, qingren," he said, tiredly and with a definite sadness in his voice.

Kiku's arms instinctively found Yao's waist and hugged, sensing something the matter and trying a quick route to comfort. "You're awake before me? This isn't like you. You sound sad, too. What's the matter, koibito?"

Yao's eyes slowly closed, and he leaned into Kiku's embrace, but didn't return it; his arms stayed to his side, limp and tired, as the rest of his body, and even his spirit, seemed. "I was watching you sleep to cheer me up. I've been up for a few hours just thinking, feeling sad about things..."

"Aah, I'm sorry," Kiku said, hugging his boyfriend tighter. "We all get sad about things. It hurts me to see you get sad since you do so rarely, though. Can I cheer you up in any way?"

The Chinese man re-opened his eyes and pondered this for a moment. "I want to just stay in bed and try to go back to sleep. Would you keep me company for a little? You look so beautiful when you sleep. It really makes me forget about some things."

A little bashful smile crept its way onto Kiku's face, but he nodded and pressed his nose to Yao's, who scrunched his up at the contact, but took it a step further and connected their lips. At first, it was slow and gentle, fitting to the time of day, but started to get a little more heated, particularly on Kiku's end, as he was the one to initiate the contact. He slid his tongue against Yao's bottom lip and carefully into his mouth, which was well-received and reciprocated. Yao's once limp arms had moved up and around Kiku's neck, fingers threaded in his hair, while Kiku's arms stayed around Yao's waist, plucking like a harpist at the waistband of his pajama pants and boxers.

After not too long, Kiku had pulled away and was kissing down Yao's neck. The blanket was pushed to the other side of the bed and he was trailing his soft lips along any area of skin he could find on his lover's body. Yao smiled; he knew what this was. He knew very well where this was going, how Kiku was going to cheer him up, and he found himself very much okay with it. Even though it was still very early in the morning, and the Japanese was still very inexperienced when it came to sexual acts, he was getting better each time they did something together, and it was just adorable when Yao complimented him on his progress and the pride showed on his face.

He barely even noticed how erect how he'd become, until he looked down to see his pajama pants and boxers being tugged off and felt cold air brush against his cock as it stood halfway up. Kiku looked up at him with those eyes, beautiful chocolate brown, and blinked lightly, his face flushed a brilliant pink color, as if to ask for permission. Yao sat up on the bed and nodded with a small laugh as if to grant said permission, then extended an arm to ruffle his lover's already slightly mussed hair. No words, just actions shared between the two men, and a shared understanding between them as Kiku lowered his head again and rolled Yao's shirt up to just under his armpits, exposing his stomach. He teased his fingertips over it, then lighty gripped onto bony hips as he kissed just over and under the navel. More kisses followed, some evolving into little licks and bites, sprinkling all over the pale skin of the Chinese man's midriff. Every move was sensual, but careful, almost like Kiku was afraid he was doing something wrong the entire time. Such was his method, though, and Yao was very aware of this fact. But no matter what he did, Yao always wound up enjoying it.

"Yao-kun, you're so lovely," Kiku said, ghosting his lips down his right hip to his right thigh, pressing a heavy kiss dangerously close to his erection. "So very lovely."

Yao let out a shuddering sigh and tossed his head back. "You, my perfect flower, are much lovelier. But please keep telling me how lovely you think I am with that lovely mouth of yours, and don't use words, if you know what I mean."

With no hesitation, Kiku nuzzled the still wet spot of Yao's thigh with his cheek and leaned over a bit to kiss the side of his cock, earning a gasp from the other. The Japanese personification lifted his head up and readied a hand at the base of his partner's cock, deciding to no longer waste any time before taking it into his mouth. He danced his tongue and bobbed his head, hand still maintaining a steady grip, while his Chinese lover grunted and moaned in delight, his toes curled up in pleasure and his fingers finding themselves in Kiku's hair again, genty pushing his head down every so often to encourage him. Sometimes, a murmur of Kiku's name or of the word "more" will come out of Yao's mouth, but he says nothing else and just continues to enjoy his lover's work.

Pulling away for a short break, Kiku looked up again at his boyfriend, wearing a coy smile as he still held onto his cock. Yao, eyes still closed, peeked down to see what was going on and smiled back, then leaned down to kiss the man's forehead. Again, they said nothing to each other, other than their brief exchange before. Kiku kissed Yao's tip before taking it back into his mouth, working it as he did before, but at a slightly faster pace. He shifted his body a little and moved an arm down to his own crotch, and he palmed himself over his pajamas while still sucking on Yao's cock. Yao didn't notice, and barely had time to, because he was coming seconds later, right into Kiku's mouth- and perhaps it was because of the fatigue, or the surprise, but Kiku took it instantly at the back of his throat as he pulled away and swallowed for the very first time. Blinking wildly, he stared up at Yao, who came up from post-cum nirvana and returned the gaze, sheepish grin on his face.

"Oh... you've never swallowed before... how was it?" he asked, readjusting his position on the bed. "Sorry I didn't warn you... I meant to, but I was really enjoying myself there."

Kiku shrugged. "It did not taste bad, and went down alright. I'm glad you liked it, though."

A neutral reaction was better than a negative one, Yao supposed; he smiled warmly and gestured for Kiku to come into his arms after pulling his shirt back down, an invitation the Japanese man accepted gladly. "Yes. Thank you so much. You're getting so good at that, among other things. It felt great and really cheered me up.

That look of pride that Yao so loved flashed across Kiku's face, and the former couldn't help but dust little kisses over the latter's face. "Ahh... good. That's all I wanted."

qingren - "lover" in Chinese.

koibito - "lover" in Japanese.

That's it! Hope you liked it! Also, if you have any ideas, concrit, whatever, leave me a review! I'd appreciate it greatly! Until next time- adieu~