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Kazuma was awakened by the soft, faint clatter of dishes, of the honey-sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries, and the rich, tangy fruit scent wafting in the air.
He grinned into the pillow, untangling his legs from the light embrace of Kimishima's sheets before rolling off the bed and landing heavily on uneven feet, staggering into the blinding first hours of dawn.
He stretched with a groan, relaxed muscles contracting and rippling beneath layers of skin and flesh.
With a yawn, Kazuma strolled, slightly unbalanced, into his lover's kitchen, watching silently as the older man took turns, alternately stirring something on the stove and flipping pancakes on the griddle beside it.
"You're up early." Kimishima said, listening to the soft padding of Kazuma's bare feet as he came up behind him, draping his tan arms over his shoulders.
"Wouldn't want your delicious breakfast to go to waste, now would we?" Kazuma whispered into Kimishima's hair, moving his arms down to wrap around his lover waist, his lips moving anxiously, nibbling along Kimishima's ear, his hands roaming.
Kimishima shook his head, grinning, backing coyly away from his lover's advances. "Like you'd pass up a meal, Kazuma. We both know better."
Kazuma nodded, smiling against his companion's neck. "Agreed. So let's get to the meal, then." Kazuma turned the older man's head, pressing his lips fully against his lover's.
Kimishima melted in the younger man's touch, and breakfast was forgotten…Kimishima was content to let the pancakes burn.
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