Chapter 2
The moment Ryuichi woke up without the familiar weights of his pups on his body was the first indicator that something was wrong.
Keeping his eyes closed, he felt around the area, and noted there were no other bodies on top of him or under the blankets. There was a pillow blocking his left arm, hindering his exploration, causing him to open his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
There was one conclusion to his dilemma. The kids woke up before him and were causing chaos around the house.
Damn.
Ryuichi slapped his hand over his eyes. Almost as if he covered his eyes to the out of sight chaos of his home. Breathing through his nose, he readied himself to deal with his kids without a drop of coffee.
The most intimidating man in the world was bested by four pups and lack of caffeine.
His enemies would have never believed this fact. Many of these alphas and beta men pushed their pups to nannies, mates, or made an effort to parent for appearances sake. None of them saw the benefit of interacting with their own pups.
Ryuichi thought differently. His children were his legacy. To not keep an eye on their actions was grounds for danger and embarrassment in the future. Showing them that he was interested set the foundation that he was a trustworthy father to them. He was not a figurehead to reference if they got in trouble, but a pillar to run to whenever they felt unsafe.
Anytime Ryuichi took his children with him in public, a part of his body was held with their little hands. As the oldest, Ryoma held his left arm or hand. Kosuke and Kazumi switched in holding onto his shirt or blazer while they held hands. Yua, as the youngest, remained in his arms more often than not.
Without meaning to, his demeanor softened in their presence. There was no need for glowering glances when his children vyed for his attention. The bonus of Akihito giving him sultry glances for his deep involvement with their pups was great.
His acquaintances, the fools, felt pity for him, advising him to cease being involved with his pups and let others rear them. Ryuichi choked some of the more ignorant people for daring to suggest this so-called advice. Concurrent submissiveness soon followed, causing evident cracks in their social circles.
People who kept their mouths shut never brought up the subject of rearing children around Asami Ryuichi. Witnessing and receiving gossip of Ryuichi's forthcoming reaction over the advice was enough to keep their self preservation in check.
Not that this fear stopped them from pushing their children into Ryuichi's pups' way. After all, the children attended the same schools, making it almost impossible to avoid them.
Sliding his hand off his face, Asami sighed.
Ryuichi trusted his children. He did. They were well behaved and articulate for their age groups. Better mannered than the bratty children the couple encountered in Asami's circles. The ghastly spoiled children prompted Akihito and Ryuichi to guide their children on the right path. They were not ones to entertain tantrums and fits.
At least, Kosuke and Kazumi were calming down from their little pranks. Ryuichi had not stepped in slimy shoes in weeks.
But, like all children, Ryuichi's children got into wacky situations while out of their parents' line of sight.
Straining his ears, he heard nothing out of the ordinary. No crying or screaming children. No sounds of fragile items being broken. Not that the children were able to break the fragile accessories Ryuichi placed around their home. Ryuichi and Kirishima spent a weekend reinforcing mantles, televisions, frames, lamps, anything children could easily knock over to hurt themselves.
Just because Ryuichi had children it didn't mean he would put his expensive items in storage. He secured his obsessions in place while teaching the children not to throw toys around the house. The large backyard and front patio were enough open space for them to throw themselves onto.
Instead of hearing cries of chichiue, he heard the sounds of honking and indistinguishable city noises.
Noises he never heard in the outskirts of the city.
Opening his eyes, Ryuichi sat up on the bed. Observing his surroundings, it didn't take long for his stomach to drop at the sight of his old penthouse apartment. What would have made for a nostalgic moment turned into a horrific sight.
This wasn't right.
And the children were missing the morning his husband was set to return home.
Looking toward the bay windows, Ryuichi felt exposed. The older he got, the more he appreciated the privacy of his own home. Large wooden fences and tall privacy hedges made it harder for anyone to look into his home. He added extra padding to the walls of the master bedroom to block out noise during their intimate moments.
Before the raid, Ryuichi preferred to have large windows taking up a majority of the room instead of walls. He cared little if anyone caught him undressed or fucking his omega. His floor was further up than most buildings in the vicinity. He didn't care about being watched, but Akihito did care.
Having the penthouse raided left an impression on Akihito that never went away. The fear amplified when Ryoma came along, causing Akihito to insist on moving from the penthouse. He didn't care where they moved, but Akihito didn't want to live in the penthouse anymore. Seeing his positive and cheerful mate divert into this paranoid version of himself was unacceptable.
During the planning of the compound, Ryuichi and Akihito added escape routes inside of the bedroom walls. The other main rooms had their own escape routes hidden behind staple pieces of furniture and hidden in plain sight doors. The only places without escape routes were the bathrooms, but those rooms had windows big enough for an adult to climb out of.
Safe to say, their home was a maze inside of the walls.
Inhaling a deep breath to calm himself down, Ryuichi slowly remembered the body swap of his youth. The events of that swap gave Ryuichi an insight of a possible future if he secured Akihito as his mate. To build a life with a house full of happy and safe children who loved him unconditionally.
Back then, he wanted that possible future.
Desperately.
And he swiftly went through every means to secure Akihito as his.
At that realization, he went through every possible means to romance Akihito. Their once unnamed relationship status changed. Talk of marriage and mating was brought up. Akihito eagerly completed the mating bond, thrilled at having a mate who suggested a bite before marriage.
Akihito was far more traditional than Ryuichi first thought.
In current times, omegas accepted marriage without the bite. Current trends brought on the thought that mating bites were old fashioned and restricting. The act kept a couple tied together until death; divorce was impossible through this bond. If the bond was reciprocated on the alphas end, the pair would be unable to cheat due to the underlying feeling of emotions from their other half.
Ryuichi previously thought in the same manner. In his line of work, a mate was a liability while marriage made it easier for divorce. He wouldn't be distracted by the feelings of a mate while in the middle of work. Throughout his whole life, there was no omega that pushed Ryuichi's inner instincts to bite their necks. He was free to fuck who he wanted without involving feelings.
Once he went to the future, he saw the indents of his own teeth on Akihito's neck. The thought made him feral. Years after their mating and marriage, Asami's blood still pumped faster at the sight of that bite.
Akihito belonged to him for life.
Laying back down onto his pillow, Ryuichi released the tension on his shoulders.
The children were fine. His younger self was waking up to the pups while holding in the panic the possibility of making them cry. Considering Ryuichi's experience with kids ended in tears, he held no hope that his own children would like him. To his shock, like their otou-sama, the kids fearlessly clung onto him and voiced their opinions. Unafraid and confident to do so.
Sniffing his own scent, Asami grimaced. He picked up the fact that his own scent was weak. Barely in the beginning of developing the burning edges of his matured smoky wood and ash smell. It was unnerving to realize that he returned into his younger body.
He needed a hot shower.
Shuffling near the side of the bed, Ryuichi's legs became tangled in between his sheets, and he toppled over the edge. Thankfully, he landed on his side and not his head. His younger body handled the impact well. He didn't need a migraine on top of navigating around the past.
It didn't help that he was without coffee.
Running his fingers through his hair, Ryuichi readied himself to detangle his legs when he heard his mate's younger voice inquire. "Asami, you alright?"
Ryuichi turned to him, taken aback at the sight of the younger version of his mate. Peeking over the bed, Akihito stared down at him with furrowed brows and a pouty frown. He had shorter hair, was shirtless, and didn't have a visible mating mark.
Ryuichi couldn't help but stare at him.
The last time he saw this Akihito was in photographs.
Ever since they mated, Akihito grew his hair out and kept it in a messy bun or a stylish low ponytail. The remaining baby fat disappeared, exposing a sharp jawline, accentuating his lovely face. His body was curvier after giving birth to their children, giving Ryuichi handfuls whenever they fuck.
After a week apart, he missed his mate. The pups missed their omega mother. Their home felt empty without Akihito's presence. He despised it when Akihito accepted overseas work, but he supported his mate's career. Akihito made a good name for himself without his last name backing him up. Of course, he made certain blips disappear without Akihito's knowledge.
Not that this Akihito was lesser than his older self. He had not grown into his relationship with his Asami yet. The same went to Ryuichi's younger self. They fumbled around their feelings and didn't set the proper label of their relationship.
They were young and ignorant.
And this switch pushed younger Asami to lay his claim before someone else did.
Ryuichi informed Akihito. "I'm alright. I didn't know the sheets were tangled around my legs and I fell. That's all."
Akihito snickered. "Ah, so the great Asami Ryuichi can also trip over himself? I'm glad I was here to see it."
Ryuichi sat up on the floor, feeling the chill of the wooden flooring seeping through his skin. "I'm not perfect."
Akihito huffed. "You always make it seem like you are." His smile dimmed. "I'm serious. Are you okay?"
"Perfectly fine." Ryuichi untangled himself from the sheets and got up on his feet. His naked form was exposed for Akihito to see.
No matter how many times Akihito saw him naked, the young man's face went bright red with embarrassment.
"Uh...let me shower and then I'll make something real quick." Akihito jumped off the bed, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.
When the door closed, Ryuichi heard the door lock and then the shower was turned on. Locking the door was a terrible way to block Ryuichi from entering the bathroom.
Ryuichi chuckled out loud while wistfully gazing at the closed door. "Why does he even try to lock the door? I have the key." He sat back down on the bed and shook his head. "Eh. I'll let him think he can keep me out."
After Akihito finished with his shower, he hurried into the walk-in closet as Ryuichi made his way into the bathroom. He wasted no time in turning on the water. Since Akihito went first, the water was still piping hot and soothing to his aching muscles. Entering inside, he wet his whole body before he added soap to a loofah and began washing himself. The shower did wonders to refresh his body.
Once he finished, Ryuichi exited the bathroom with two towels. One on his shoulders to catch droplets of water dribbling down his hair and another to dry himself off. He didn't feel the need to cover his body so he walked out nude. If Akihito saw him, all the better, his future mate saw him naked all the time. Unless there was company, Ryuichi didn't tie a towel around his waist.
Looking around the room, he walked over to his closet and passed his suits. He didn't feel the urge to wear one. Too early. Also, he wanted to linger around a bit before he left for a bit of work changes. Going further back, he found a few unopened boxes and he looked through them. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for.
Bundles of expensive tracksuits, neatly folded inside of a brand name box.
Might as well take them out and laze about his home for a bit. He didn't remember when he exactly started wearing these tracksuits, but Akihito enjoyed seeing the manner the clothing hugged his body. Especially when it came to cupping his bulge just right.
Ryuichi picked darker shades of the same tracksuit. Some of them were full black or had accents of silver or gold. There were no bright colors in his whole wardrobe. He didn't enjoy wearing bright and flashy colors.
Unlike a certain lover of his.
No matter how many years had passed, he knew where he kept unworn pricey items. Hidden in the recesses of his closet, unknown to those who didn't go beyond his suits. Due to old habits, he kept his most expensive or unworn items far away from the entrance.
Best not to tempt someone to sneak a peek inside of his closet. Not that anyone would ever make it past his bedroom doors. Ryuichi made it a rule to never bring unknowns inside of his territory. No one other than Akihito or his closest men were allowed inside of his penthouse.
This was a leftover feeling of paranoia he contained inside of himself since he was younger. Far younger than his current period of time. In a way, he thanked the training he received in his youth for saving his own ass far more often than not. Without these ingrained feelings, Ryuichi was certain he would have been taken down during the beginning of his takeover.
In any case, he was certain Akihito looked around his apartment when he first moved in. There were dirt marks in the areas where the furniture used to stand on. Ryuichi had not found furniture and appliances moved from their spots in months.
Then again, Akihito might have deep cleaned the penthouse at some point. The boy was a menace when bored. Instead of causing trouble, he possibly took it upon himself to clean around to ease his boredom.
Ryuichi shook his head as he removed the first tracksuit from the box and grabbed black boxer briefs from his underwear drawer. He dressed himself, making sure to smooth out the wrinkles. Then, he went to take a look of himself at the mirror he set inside of the closet.
He inspected himself by moving his body around. After a moment of self observation, there was nothing to nitpick. His body was as sculpted as ever. Akihito couldn't possibly look away from him.
These tracksuits were one of the additions Ryuichi rarely wore in his younger days. Having bought a few on a whim, he kept them in case he found himself with a lot of free time. He didn't find days to linger around before and never wore them. When he grew comfortable with Akihito, he pulled these out of his closet and lounged around with him.
Finding himself presentable, Ryuichi left his closet and then his bedroom. Before he hesitated on where to go, he smelled the aroma of Akihito's cooking wafting through the apartment. Mind made up, he beelined to the kitchen.
As he stepped right into the kitchen area, Akihito turned to acknowledge him. Akihito was taken aback and gawked at Ryuichi for a full minute. Ryuichi felt smug. He knew it was a good idea to wear this tracksuit ahead of time.
"You have lounging clothes?" Akihito's widened eyes narrowed at the thought of the exuberant price. "Wait, never mind the fact you might be lazing about at home. That is not important. How much was that tracksuit?"
"Don't worry about the price. They are soft and comfortable. That is all that matters." Ryuichi walked into the kitchen and inhaled the delicious aroma of Akihito's cooking. He couldn't wait to set the table, sit down, and then eat.
His Akihito improved to the point where Ryuichi was spoiled by not wanting to eat in expensive restaurants. He preferred to eat his mate's cooking. He felt pampered and loved whenever Akihito modified his meals because he remembered his dislike of certain vegetables. There were times where Akihito snuck them in. Chopping them up so tiny that Ryuichi wouldn't have known they were in there if not for Akihito's obvious attention to his reaction to the meal.
This same tactic was used on their pups whenever they voiced not liking a vegetable. Akihito always made sure to make them extra delicious or slipped them into their food. Of course, Akihito learned not to look at someone while they were eating. The kids would have badgered them with questions over their odd behavior.
Akihito would play it off and offer dessert to get their minds off of their questions. This worked a majority of the time. Unless one of the kids was upset about something and wouldn't be tempted by a delicious dessert.
At the thought of his mate, Ryuichi's heart ached.
His Akihito was gone for weeks on a job. Leaving him and their pups to go on with their everyday life without him. Akihito confirmed his homecoming through their video call. Ryuichi's excitement was for nothing.
He was stuck in the past.
His past self was the one enjoying his Akihito..
Not that he disliked interacting with past Akihito. Past Akihito was the person he fell in love with. They grew together as a couple and raised a family in an actual home. A home they built through their combined efforts with emphasis on love and respect.
Ryuichi predicted a day of nostalgia and Akihito centered shenanigans. Or at the very least, Akihito reacting over something Ryuichi said. Ryuichi couldn't stop his pet names. Sure, he used kitten during this time period, but my love and darling, were ones he used during their past mating slash wedding period.
The words were on the tip of his tongue. Eager to jump out of his mouth to grace Akihito's ears to these endearing names. He already knew he would slip up so he didn't worry himself over it.
Akihito would assume he was teasing him again.
Akihito said. "No, seriously, how much was that tracksuit?"
Ryuichi looked at him with an amused smirk. "My love, don't worry. I won't end up bankrupt by buying high quality cashmere tracksuits."
Ryuichi almost regretted having said the sentimental pet name but stopped himself. Watching Akihito's jaw dropping and his face turning red was adorable to witness.
To cover his embarrassment, Akihito snapped. "Nothing justifies buying such an expensive-"
"You wear my shirts. Don't think I haven't noticed my shirts disappearing in the laundry. I have caught you wearing them." Ryuichi teased him. "I just don't say anything. You look nice in my clothing."
"I do not wear your clothes!"
"Yes, you do." Ryuichi chuckled. "You're wearing my shirt right now."
Panicked, Akihito looked down at his shirt, thinking he would see some obscure name brand mark on his shirt. Seeing the image of an obscure anime he watched, Akihito lifted his head up and glared at Ryuichi.
Ryuichi winked.
Akihito harrumphed. His grimace was more or less a pout. Ryuichi wanted to kiss it away. Maybe, bite those pink lips until they bruise into a perfect blush. Before Akihito said anything else, the rice cooker dinged. He sighed, going to turn off the rice cooker while Ryuichi chuckled.
Seeing his lover distracted, Ryuichi automatically searched the cabinets for extra plates. After opening a few to find food and other indecipherable items, he became a bit frustrated. This shouldn't have shocked him. His memory wasn't flawless. He knew his closet and business far more than his own kitchen.
Checking another cabinet, he found what he was looking for. Grabbing a couple of plates, Asami readied to close the cabinet when Akihito took notice.
"Are we expecting company or something?" Akihito commented as he started adding rice to their bowls.
As if he was doused with ice cold water, Ryuichi snapped himself out of his daze. He placed the plates back in their place.
Oh.
Their pups were not born yet.
Closing the door to the cabinet, he turned around, and stared at Akihito as he set the rice bowls on the table.
Ryuichi always made it a point to retrieve the plates, cups, and cutlery to set the table. Akihito tended to cook a majority of their meals. It was only fair for him to clean up afterwards as Akihito enjoyed dessert with the kids. Unless it was the weekend or he beat Akihito to the kitchen, Ryuichi cooked for his family while Akihito cleaned.
Despite their busy schedules, the pair made sure to have plenty of family time. Family dinners were important for the couple to hear about the kids' day. Anything that bothered them was immediately fixed or dealt with.
In this old penthouse, it was only the two of them.
The reprieve from frantic hands and constant questions was a nice break. As much as Ryuichi and Akihito loved their children, they enjoyed having a quiet meal to themselves. Date nights were a staple in their marriage.
Ryuichi rubbed his temples with a slight smile. "My apologies...I'm still half asleep."
Akihito snorted. "Start drinking your coffee then, you silly man." He served the rest of their breakfast and put everything in their right places. Afterwards, he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before he sat down on his seat.
It took Ryuichi a moment before he made his presence known at the island nook area. Turning his hand around, he swiped the top of Akihito's head. Scenting him enough to somewhat cover Akihito's natural aroma. Had he done his usual full scenting, this younger Akihito wouldn't appreciate it.
It unnerved him that Akihito didn't completely smell like him. Just as much as it unnerved him that Akihito didn't have his mating bite on his neck.
"Uh?"
Ryuichi pressed a kiss on the top of Akihito's head before he sat down. "Thank you for the food."
Akihito stayed silent in confusion.
Looking up, Ryuichi smirked. "Aren't you going to eat?"
Akihito snapped out of his thoughts before muttering a quick thank you for the meal. He dug into his meal and ignored Ryuichi's amused stares.
Ryuichi sneaked glimpses of Akihito, finding it nostalgic to interact with the younger version of his Akihito. Gone was the self assured omega mate of his future and in its place was a young man finding his place in this life. The possibilities were endless with Akihito and Ryuichi was glad to grow alongside him.
Frantic in packing up his camera equipment, Akihito hopped around the bedroom looking for anything else he missed for his current job. His jacket was half haphazardly put on as he shoved different materials into his camera bags.
In the background, Ryuichi didn't attempt to gather information from Akihito on his work. During this time in Akihito's career, Akihito wasted his time at the newspaper, getting himself into dangerous situations for a spot on the front page. Ryuichi thought the constant kidnappings would deter Akihito from criminal photography, but the young man was stubborn and prideful enough not to quit. Akihito's determination was admirable. Ryuichi liked his go-getter attitude.
Yet, Akihito's beta disguise was ruined during their first few meetings. The newspaper might not know, but most of Ryuichi's enemies knew Akihito was an omega. Making him an open target if he continues on trying to expose people for that lackluster newspaper.
Too bad Akihito had not met the model who propelled him into fashion photography.
Akihito's easy going attitude, style of photography, and no nonsense stance when it came to his models, made him a favorite. Different omega and beta women models hopped on a Takaba Akihito photoshoot without hesitation. They didn't fear being harassed because Akihito made sure to make their environment a safe one.
Ryuichi was tempted to make phone calls to put this model in Akihito's path, but he decided against it. Akihito found this model on his own. He didn't need his mate to get in the way of his career. To be reminded everyday that his own popularity was due to his husband.
Besides, Ryuichi was proud of Akihito's trajectory into his new career. Akihito was out of a dangerous job and flourished in the open. Akihito gained his own connections through this career and interjected at times for Ryuichi's sake.
The mated pair backed up one another and made sure that everyone saw their strongfront.
No one ever denied their relationship was solid and strong.
Ryuichi snapped from his thoughts when Akihito slammed his foot against the bed frame and yelped out. Concerned, Ryuichi asked. "Are you alright?"
"Fine." Akihito hissed through his teeth. "I didn't avoid the side of the bed frame in time. Ugh." He crouched down and rubbed his foot, visible pout on his lips.
Ryuichi teased. "Do you want me to kiss your boo boo better?"
Akihito turned to Ryuichi with a suspicious glance. "No." He got up on his good foot and hopped around. "You're not going to trick me into this bed and make me late for my job, Asami!"
"I wasn't going to." Ryuichi crossed his arms over his chest and arched his brow. "You're the one who thought I was going to seduce you into our bed." Pausing for a moment, he tacked on with a salacious quirk of his lips. "My love, are you…horny for me?"
Akihito croaked.
"There is nothing wrong with feeling this way. If you really wanted me, all you needed to do was ask."
"Shut up!" Akihito blushed as he resumed his search. "Where the hell is my tool kit?!"
Remembering the spots Akihito tended to use to tinker with his cameras, Ryuichi suggested. "It's under the pillow, Akihito."
"Huh?" Akihito checked underneath the pillow and found his usual camera fixing tools inside the small discreet carrying case. "Why the hell is this here?"
Ryuichi shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes you touch up your cameras in bed."
"Not all the time! But, good guess. Thanks." Akihito shoved the case inside of his camera bag and pondered out loud. "How did I not feel this poking at my head? I slept on this pillow."
Ryuichi's self control broke when Akihito was ready to leave out the front door. Ryuichi couldn't let Akihito leave without smelling like him. Unprotected from his strong aroma. His aroma pushed away other alphas from the thought of asserting their interest in Akihito.
Without saying a word, Ryuichi ran his wrist all throughout Akihito's body. Annoyed, Akihito started pushing away his hands, causing a rumble to escape Ryuichi's throat. Akihito continued on fighting him back, irritated at having to entertain Ryuichi's bout of jealousy.
When Ryuichi finished, Akihito wrinkled his nose. Smoothing down his jacket, he complained. "Do you have to do this? I already smell like you, Asami. I'm pretty sure I forgot what I originally smelled like by now."
Ryuichi did one more swipe of his wrist on the top of Akihito's head. "The smell of other alphas and betas aggravates my nose."
Akihito snipped. "And you don't think that smelling handsy omegas on you doesn't bother me?"
Ryuichi's gaze softened as he bent down and kissed the top of Akihito's head. "Any sane lover would be angry about smelling someone else on their mate. I'll ask Suoh to become my shield." He mentally retracted the last sentence. Kirishima would become passive aggressive if he ordered Suoh as a personal shield.
His secretary tried hard to hide his interested eye over Suoh, but Ryuichi caught his infatuation before Kirishima realized his feelings. Ryuichi was far more observant than people gave him credit for. He knew Kirishima's protective scenting was a means to claim the hidden omega as his own before anyone thought to do so. Although, Suoh's physical appearance was a deterrent to those who wanted a stereotypical looking omega. Many assumed he was a beta or a weak smelling alpha.
Then again, Ryuichi thought Akihito was a beta until he caught wind of his scent during his attempt at intimidation. Akihito's sweat diminished the beta scent that clung onto his clothing, exposing him to the world as an omega. His delicious scent tantalized Ryuchi from the moment he took in his first whiff.
Akihito gave him a deadpanned glance. "I don't think so. You have a mouth, you can tell them to back off. You can dodge!"
"You're right."
"I am?" Akihito scrunched up his nose. "Uh…"
Chuckling, Ryuichi kissed the pout off of Akihito's mouth. Their mouths slotted together as Ryuichi tugged Akihito close to his chest.
Akihito tipped his head back, eyes wide in surprise. At least, he didn't push himself out of Ryuichi's arms and run out the door yet. He lingered. Almost waiting to see what else Ryuichi would do before he broke out of this stupor.
Ryuichi rubbed down Akihito's back, guiding him to step closer into his arms. Akihito complied with the hidden request without realizing it. Akihito placed his hands in between their bodies, keeping them pressed against Ryuichi's chest.
Ryuichi softly kissed Akihito's plump lips. Moving his lips against Akihito's mouth, he made sure not to use his tongue. They would remain at the front door far longer if they deepened the kiss. Heavy petting would ensue, then Akihito could be bent over the shoe rack, making him late for his little stakeout.
Biting into Akihito's lip, Ryuichi swallowed Akihito's moan with another kiss.
Akihito always lost semblance of time whenever they kissed. This was an adorable aspect of him that Ryuichi loved to exploit.
Minutes later, Akihito broke the kiss and caught his breath. Dazed and confused as to why they were kissing. Then, the current location caused Akihito to realize what he was on his way out the door. He pushed Ryuichi away to check his phone.
"I'm going to be late!" Akihito screamed out loud before he ran out the door. "Damn you-" The front door closed, leaving Ryuichi laughing at the entrance.
Walking inside of Club Sion during the daytime was out of the ordinary for Ryuichi . He tended to arrive early in the afternoon for staff meetings or to check up on the status of his establishment. Although the surprise visits were amusing for Ryuichi to experience. The employees dropped their conversations and rushed to fix up whatever was wrong with the club.
This early in the day, the earliest employees were the cleaning crew who made sure to keep the place sparkling clean. Ryuichi saw them stiffening in place before rushing off to check up on their work. He overheard the frantic closing of doors and whispers of employees.
His outfit choice might have inspired some of the second looks. Maybe, most of the looks were due to his outfit. Ryuichi found himself lazy in changing out of his comfortable tracksuit into his equally comfortable suit.
Kirishima flanked Ryuichi's right side and gave him updates on their current itinerary. Ryuichi listened with half an ear as Kirishima listed anything and everything going on. He would end up going back to his future once he fell asleep. He didn't need to remember
Suoh flanked Ryuichi's left side and other blind spots. His attention was to their surroundings and keeping Ryuichi safe.
Ryuichi did a walkthrough of Club Sion. Commenting on certain areas for Kirishima to check up on and Kirishima wrote down his comments. At some point, Ryuichi spoke to various department supervisors who suddenly arrived.
Ryuichi hid his amusement at their stiff posture and nervous tone of voice. It was obvious the cleaning crew texted the supervisors' about his sudden inspection.
Kirishima interjected in his mini meetings to give these people a chance to breathe.
Ryuichi didn't stick around to make the situation even more awkward and ended up making his way to his office. Suoh followed behind him as Kirishima finished speaking to these people. Before Ryuichi opened the door to his office, Kirishima appeared, a bit winded, but otherwise appeared fine.
"Kirishima, Suoh." Both men turned their attention to Ryuichi. "Do not bother me until I call either one of you inside."
Kirishima pointed out the clipboard in his hands, insisting. "Asami-sama, you have to go through everything in this itinerary. This is not the time to lock yourself in your office."
Smiling, Ryuichi informed him. "Kirishima, I am going to accept the offers that we have put aside for the last year. I am going to set up the papers we need on my desk and I will call you inside soon."
Kirishima's eyes widened, stunned, he pushed up his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Ah…good. Shall I call in lunch? I noticed Akihito-sama had not sent you out with a meal."
Ryuichi didn't bother Akihito to make him lunch when the young man was stressed on his way out the door. He hoped their little make out session helped calm Akihito from his anxious rush.
"No need." Ryuichi waved off Kirishima. "I will get something on my way back home."
Ryuichi finished his last call of a list of business opportunities that boomed in the next decade. Having finished his inspection of Club Sion, he dismissed his men in order for him to focus on this one task. He spent his lunch time locked inside of his office, suffering from hunger in order to talk to all of these people.
His future knowledge of their personalities helped Ryuichi to not accidentally offend them. Although, the sudden impromptu meetings were not seen as rude. Most of these people jumped at the chance to talk to Ryuichi. After all, Ryuichi's numerous connections would open doors for their businesses to catapult from the ground.
Scrambling around for a fast meeting was dealt without grumbling on the ends of these contracts. None of them would let the chance slip through their fingers. To not have Asami Ryuichi in their catalog would be a travesty. There were other companies who were still on Asami Ryuichi's waiting list.
Having settled on phone meetings, Ryuichi didn't switch out of his tracksuit or leave his Club Sion office. The backup suit in his closet remained unused.
Putting the phone on speaker, Ryuichi went on with these meetings. He handled these presidents with the expertise of his age. Slightly different to his younger age, he was far more careful in his wording, making sure to leave no room for these men to intervene.
Kirishima stood at his side, typing down everything pertaining to these back to back meetings. There were multiple instances where Ryuichi felt his calculating stare. Ryuichi continued on speaking on the phone as if nothing was wrong. Kirishima might suspect that his boss acted off, but Ryuichi was certain he wouldn't know what was exactly wrong with him.
By the time they finished these meetings, Ryuichi was nodding off on his desk. Kirishima, visibly wiped off as well, left to pick them up two cups of coffee from their beverage area. Club Sion had a bartending slash barista area. Making it easier for people to either get drunk or relax in his establishment.
On one hand, Kirishima returned with a tray of coffee pot, a cup, a saucer of cream, and a small bowl of sugar. The other hand, Kirishima held a to go cup for when he left the office.
Ryuichi thanked Kirishima for his charged cup of coffee. As he prepared his cup of coffee, Kirishima left his office on his own work duties.
Ryuichi blew on his coffee a few times before he took multiple sips. From the taste, someone selected a good brand to brew for him. Spending time savoring his coffee, he pushed aside the urge to stretch. He needed the caffeine rush to kick him back into life.
By the time he finished two thirds of his cup, Ryuichi stretched his arms above his head. He groaned as the bones on his back popped. Fopping back against his chair, he briefly looked up at the ceiling. He noticed one of the office lights was completely off.
Another thing to report to Kirishima for him to relay to the maintenance man.
There were so many little things Ryuichi noticed on his little walkthrough. Either people were too busy to notice or thought no one would notice.
"You better thank me for this, past me." He down the last bit of his lukewarm coffee and licked the remnants off of his lips. "You would curse yourself for not accepting them early enough. These early pickings will benefit you well in the future."
Grabbing his cellphone, he added in every single one of those CEO and CFO's numbers in his contacts. Labeling them in the group for investments, he reorganized his contacts in their respective places.
Of course, Akihito was placed in the family category.
Takaba Akihito would become Asami Akihito in the near future. Best to start manifesting this reality as soon as possible.
Hours later, Kirishima reacted no differently when Ryuichi informed him. "I will be taking the night off." He shuffled on his jacket, zipped it up, and smoothed down the creases. "Negotiations are tiring."
He didn't lie about his tiredness. Ryuichi spent almost six hours of his day interchanging between different contracts while keeping his instinct to snap back under control. His tempered attitude helped him negotiate these contracts to his favor, but even if he acted off they would give the power to him.
Compared to these startups, Ryuichi was constantly making connections throughout his businesses. He made sure to keep his status well maintained to keep his image strong. Showing weakness brought the sharks to nip at his foundations to snatch up his scraps.
He wasn't letting that happen no matter what time period he landed up in.
Before he called Kirishima back into his office, Ryuichi wrote down various notes for his past self to look into. Even if Kirishima forwarding him his own notes, Ryuichi added extra aspects into the file. Secrets of these presidents for Ryuichi to keep in mind as he continued on associating with them.
The title of the file was named, You're Welcome, to tip off his past self. He dragged the file near Akihito's face on his desktop. A photo Ryuichi took when Akihito was sleeping on his bed. It was a cute image. Akihito had not seen it yet which was why it was still his background image.
There was no way his past self would hold back the urge to click on this file if he placed it in this particular spot.
Brushing his hands off of his past dealings, Ryuichi felt accomplished. Past Ryuichi needed to have vital information to go off of for when he returned, and he did his diligence in providing the information.
Kirishima nodded his head. "Shall I call for Suoh to escort you home, Asami-sama?"
Ryuichi said. "Yes."
Before Kirishima dialed Suoh's extension, Ryuichi piped up. "Have you ever wanted to settle down, Kirishima?"
Kirishima paused before he dialed the phone extension. Setting the receiver down, he turned to look at Ryuichi, the glare of the lights obscuring his eyes. Behind that glare, Ryuichi knew those eyes expressed his intense want of a family. Well, his intense desire for Suoh.
Ryuichi found it somewhat frustrating to watch Kirishima wait for his chance. An excruciatingly long waiting game for him to voice his interest in Suoh.
Then again, Ryuichi sought his chance in securing Akihito through disguised confidence and fear of his future mate being taken from him. His future body swap solidified his lingering thoughts over his feelings of Akihito. He wasn't about to let someone else slip in and charm Akihito out of his arms.
Kirishima set down his claim through well placed gestures that Suoh failed to interpret the meanings. The one time Ryuichi tried to brush his scent against Suoh's blazer, Kirishima intercepted his path to do it himself. Whenever Suoh's real scent peeked through, Kirishima was swift in covering it up with his own.
Even after Ryuichi made a comment on it, Suoh was naive in Kirishima's bout of protectiveness over him. Thinking of him as a good friend who didn't discriminate against his omega label. Suoh was more than capable to lead their security department and Kirishima believed in him.
Unless, Suoh was waiting for Kirishima to make his interest known.
Kirishima answered. "Not anytime soon, sir."
"A pity." Ryuichi lit up a cigarette and blew out a line of smoke.
He grabbed his briefcase from his desk. "Call Suoh and inform him I will wait for him at the front entrance."
He left Kirishima pondering inside of his office.
Sitting in the backseat, Ryuichi checked the time and pondered on dinner. He originally voiced wanting to pick up something, but he found himself not wanting to order out. Akihito deserved a nice home cooked meal for when he returned home from his current project. Ryuichi planned out an easy enough meal for him to whip up quickly.
Akihito kept staple foods in the fridge, making it easier for Ryuichi to make up a menu. He didn't have to stop at the market to pick up what he needed. If there was no meat, he could always make it all vegetarian. He wasn't as picky as he used to be.
Taking out his phone, Ryuichi dialed Akihito's number.
As he waited for Akihito to answer, he relaxed against his seat. He wasn't sure if his mate would return home in time for dinner. If this was the case, Akihito would have sent him a quick text to let him know that he was going to stay out. Whether this was from going out with friends or work, Akihito was good at keeping contact with Ryuichi.
Without constant calls for stake outs, Akihito didn't earn a lot of money. Not that he was broke or irresponsible with money. Ryuichi knew that Akihito kept a nest of funds, but accepted photography shoots on the side. Shoots that earned him better shots for his portfolio. Photos that he could put out with his real name, not the T.A. moniker.
Soon.
Soon, Akihito would see beyond this career path and change into his proper path.
Akihito's tired voice answered. "Asami?"
"Hello, darling. Are you done with work?" Ryuichi felt Suoh's stare and he looked up. Suoh stared at him through the car mirror, eyes widened at his pet name.
Oh right.
The Ryuichi of this time did not use affectionate pet names in front of his men. He used kitten as a teasing nickname, ironic in meaning to annoy Akihito. Ryuichi never used darling.
"All done! The client was happy and loved the photos I took. He ended up hooking me up with other possible clients for the near future!" Akihito's excitement was palpable through the phone.
Ryuichi nodded in approval. "Good, good. When are you due home?"
"Eh….around five or so. I have to wrap things up here and then I will go home."
"I'll send Suoh your way."
"No need! I can get back home on the scooter." Akihito denied his request, there was shuffling on his end as if he was packing up. "I'm not going to leave my scooter here."
Backing off on his offer, Ryuichi chuckled. "Alright,"
As if the words were stuck in his throat, Akihito choked. Ryuichi backed down far too fast for Akihito to switch from his argumentative mode.
"Is the fridge stocked?"
"Huh? Of course, it is! I went on a grocery run a few days ago. Why? Did you need me to cook something?"
"Just checking. I'm going to cook our dinner tonight."
Akihito incredulously asked. "Did I forget a holiday or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"You don't cook unless it's a special occasion, Asami."
Tapping the window, Ryuichi wrinkled his nose. "I cook when I have time. You're the one who took over my kitchen."
"Because you never use it!"
Ryuichi said. "I work all the time, of course, I don't use it."
Akihito harrumphed. "Ugh. I'll be home soon, bye."
"Love you." Ryuichi heard Akihito's screech of disbelief before he hung up the phone.
Akihito returned to Ryuichi wearing an apron over his new set of clothes. The expensive tracksuit was changed for a loose brown t-shirt and a loose pair of blue jeans. He was stunned for a moment, but he gathered his bearings.
Akihito made his presence known verbally. "I'm back."
"Welcome back." Ryuichi greeted Akihito as he motioned to the island. "Go sit down. I'm almost done with everything." He paused, turned to Akihito, and crooned his finger. "Come here."
Feeling tired, Akihito didn't fight him as he wandered over to him. Akihito didn't have his camera bags over his shoulders. Ryuichi assumed he left them on the living room sofas on his way toward the kitchen.
Ryuichi leaned down and kissed him. "Welcome back…"
"I'm back…" Akihito muttered against Ryuichi's lips. "Thanks for cooking."
Ryuichi kissed Akihito another kiss before he leaned back. "It is no issue for me. I have to do this more often if I'm honest…" He pointed to the island nook. "I left you a bottle of iced tea on the table for you to sip on. The food will only take another minute."
Akihito smiled gratefully as he went to his seat and sat down. He turned the cap to his iced tea, the hiss wasn't heard due to the sound of sizzling food. Gulping down a few mouthfuls, Akihito let out a deep breath of exhaustion.
For a brief moment in time, the only sound in the kitchen was the movement of the pan scraping the stove top, sizzling food, and crackling of Akihito's plastic bottle.
Akihito ended up asking. "Did you not work?"
"Oh, I went to work." Ryuichi informed Akihito, he turned off the stove and began grabbing plates from the cabinets. "I spent most of my day at Club Sion."
"You changed three times today?"
"No. I changed only twice." Ryuichi began plating all of his dishes and started setting them down on the island table.
There was grilled mackerel with a lemon wedge, miso soup, cucumber salad, spinach salad, and white rice.
Distracted by the food, Akihito gulped. Everything looked delectable.
"Uh. Wait a sec." He broke from his salivating thoughts and looked at Ryuichi as he sat down. "You wore your tracksuit out the house?"
"I did. None of the work I had to do needed me to be in a suit." Ryuichi answered.
"Seriously? But, you always wear one when you go to work."
"Hmm…not for phone calls." Most of the president's were relieved by the phone conference option. No one wanted to make the trek out of their offices.
Akihito and Ryuichi clapped their hands together, said thank you to the meal and dug in.
"So…. who was your client?"
Akihito slurped his soup down before he choked. Taken aback at the interest, he stared at Ryuichi with a suspicious eye. Ryuichi simply smiled. Genuinely interested to hear about his day.
"Some foreign company who was branching into Japan. One of my old clients from university gave him my contact details and got in touch with me." Akihito answered. "They wanted candid shots of the leads of the departments and the president."
"I didn't know you did those sorts of shoots."
"You never asked." Akihito pointed out. "A lot of companies want an affordable photographer who can spruce up their website with pictures."
"Ah…. I was under the assumption criminal photography was your main niche." Ryuichi added more potato salad when he noticed Akihito ate most of it. Akihito loved potato salad. "I'm impressed. How many of my competitors have you done work for?"
Akihito ate a bite of potato salad. "Uh… I think a handful? Usually, the head directors are the ones who hire me so.. I almost never meet the presidents. I got to meet the foreigner because he was deeply involved in the whole process. And he wanted to knit pick, but he was nice about it."
Ryuichi ate a few bites of his dinner as Akihito spoke about the various photoshoots he participated in. He listened attentively as Akihito described the differences between the types of photoshoots he accepted and ones he had yet to dabble into.
Nude and sexy photography was one such genre Akihito had not done. There was no prudish reason, Akihito found other genres far more interesting for him to expand his repertoire.
When Akihito switched the topic of discussion on Ryuichi, he responded. "I accepted some business contracts. Legitimate business contracts." Ryuichi tacked on as Akihito readied himself to jump in to assume those were underground negotiations.
"Oh…and you did all of this on the phone?" Akihito arched his brow. "I thought all this stuff was done in person."
"Not all the time, but there are days where I am busy." Akihito muttered, liar, and Ryuchi chose to ignore him. "Phone conferences are a compromise to my time. Besides, the presidents were happier doing phone conferences. None of them asked me to come in person. We are doing the final signatures in a few days."
Akihito nodded his head. "Oh. Good for you."
"Thank you." Ryuichi slurped his drink and ate more food. "How is everything? Does it taste good?"
"Great! Delicious, even. Not that I doubted you but…" Akihito ate some of the spinach salad and realized every facet of the meal was not bought from the store. "Is this all homemade?"
"Yes. I felt lazy going to the store to buy small containers of these side dishes. I thought it best to do it myself." Noting Akihito's empty plate. Ryuichi pushed back his chair causing the chair to screech. "Did you want another serving of fish?"
Grinning, Akihito put his empty plate up in the air. "Yes, please!"
Delighted in serving his future mate, Ryuichi retrieved the plate and then served him another piece. "Leave some room, I have dessert in the fridge."
Akihito choked, "You made dessert too?!"
"Oh no. I can't bake worth shit. I had Suoh fetch some desserts from the store."
After they finished dinner, Akihito volunteered to wash the dishes. Considering Ryuichi cooked their dinner, Akihito felt odd in not cleaning up the dirty plates. Ryuichi didn't fight him on it. In fact, he remained at the island table, watching Akihito as he washed the dishes by hand. Ryuichi did have a dishwasher, but Akihito remained firm in doing this by hand.
Ryuichi didn't mind. He got to watch Akihito's body move in different directions as he hopped on his feet. Akihito's body would twist and turn to place another clean plate on the drying rack before he picked up another one. In some instances, he would bend over to retrieve something from inside the sink. Pulling his jeans around his ample ass, Ryuichi licked and bit his bottom lip.
As Akihito finished one pile, he moved onto the next one. He muttered under his breath as the dishes clanked against one another. Akihito was thorough in cleaning everything from the plates. Not wanting to attract bugs onto their plates in case a bit of food remained behind.
Once the last plate was placed on the draining rack, Ryuichi saw his chance and got up from his seat. He moved over to Akihito and stood right behind him. Placing his hands on either side of Akihito, he pressed his hardening cock on the swell of his ass. Akihito stiffened, harrumphed, then looked over his shoulder to give Ryuichi an annoyed look.
"Really?" Akihito inquired, exasperation clear on his face and tone. "We just finished dinner. Aren't you tired from dealing with people all day?"
Ryuichi leaned close enough for their lips to almost touch. "But, darling…I was re-energized by the food I just ate. And," He wrapped his arms around Akihito and grinded his hips against him. Digging his cock in between Akihito's ass. "I am pretty sure you kept looking down at my lap."
Gasping out, Akihito denied Ryuichi's claim. "I did not! Don't make up such lies."
Ryuichi snuck his hands underneath Akihito's shirt and touched his skin. "What about this morning? I know for a fact you looked…down there."
Akihito stammered out. "Y-You are delirious. I was more concerned with your spending habits."
"Hmm? Then," Ryuichi lowered down one hand and cupped Akihito's package through his jeans. Giving him a squeeze, he felt Akihito's hardening cock. Ryuichi was certain Akihito's delicious slick was staining his underwear. "What am I feeling underneath my hand?"
Humiliated, Akihito managed to turn around, causing Ryuichi to remove his hands from his body. Akihito looked up at Ryuichi before grasping the front of his shirt. Yanking him down, Akihito kissed Ryuichi's smiling lips.
Ryuichi resumed holding Akihito, pushing him against the counter. Akihito released Ryuichi's shirt in order to wrap his arms around his broad shoulders. Their hips slotted against, grinding against one another as they moaned into each other's mouths. Mouths that opened wide enough for Ryuichi to slither his tongue inside of Akihito's mouth.
Ryuichi moved his hands down and fondled Akihito's ass. Fondling and kneading what he could hold in his hands. Akihito's face was flushed and his hazel eyes were glassy. He dug his fingers into Ryuichi's shirt in an attempt to keep himself steady. Forgetting the fact that Ryuichi kept a good hold of him.
At some point, Akihito attempted to lick into Ryuichi's mouth. Ryuichi let him. Akihito took his chance to explore Ryuichi's mouth, moving his tongue all over the place, skimming sensitive areas as Ryuichi groaned into their kiss.
Akihito broke the kiss, panting against Ryuichi's lips. "D-Don't tell me you're going to have me here? We eat in this kitchen."
"Another time." Ryuichi dug his fingers into Akihito's ass, not hard enough to hurt. "But…if you want me to fuck you here?"
Akihito released his grip on Ryuichi's shoulders and pinched his cheek. "No. Fuck me properly on our bed."
"As you wish."
As Akihito laid down on the sheets, Ryuichi yanked down his pants and underwear in one go. Subconsciously, Akihito crossed his legs for Ryuichi not to look at his lower half, but Ryuichi gently opened those long legs apart. His hole was exposed, showing the trickling current of slick coming out of his body.
Attention on Akihito's hole, Ryuichi managed to shuffle down his pants and underwear, leaving him bare naked. Inhaling Akihito's oncoming sweet slick, Ryuichi growled. He lowered himself down, inhaling deeper and deeper, almost pressing his nose against his hole.
"A-Asami?" Akihito whimpered.
Ryuichi swiped his tongue against Akihito's hole causing him to jolt. He relished the taste on his tongue, savoring the taste of his lover. He licked Akihito's hole a few times, earning a gush of slick onto his mouth and Akihito's legs to clamp around his head.
Sticking one finger inside, Ryuichi relished in the moans of abandon coming from Akihito's lips. Akihito moved his hole closer to his mouth, crying for more.
"Ah- P-Please, Asami."
Ryuichi ceased licking Akihito to inform him. "Ryuichi, Akihito."
"W-What?"
"Call me, Ryuichi." Ryuichi said as he pushed a finger inside of Akihito. Moving it around, he resumed licking around the hole, making sure to thrust his tongue inside every few thrusts of his finger.
Ryuichi added a second, then a third, his tongue unrelenting in accompanying those fingers.
"Ah- Ah! Ryuichi, please." Akihito moved his head back and forth, his chest heaving as he declared. "I-I'm close."
Akihito came, flooding Ryuichi's mouth with slick. Ryuichi swallowed everything, happy for his dessert, lapping his lips of any remaining slick. Akihito laid on the bed, sucking in air in his lungs as Ryuichi removed his fingers from his hole.
Ryuichi lifted himself up, rubbing his aching cock against the bedding. He sat up on his knees, using his slicked up hand to pump his cock. Thrusting his cock inside of his enclosed fist, he imagined Akihito's hole surrounding his cock.
Akihito looked up at him with half lidded eyes, mouth agape as he zoned in on his cock. Ryuichi smirked, making a show of smearing his precum over the head. Moaning out Akihito's name, Akihito's hole twitched involuntarily.
Rubbing his hard cock, Ryuichi teased. "Condom?"
Akihito blushed as he shook his head. "N-No. No, condom."
There was no use in asking, but Ryuichi liked to ask.
"Good." Ryuichi grinned as he rubbed his cock, quickening his movements. He stared right into Akihito's eyes as he huffed out Akihito's name, promising to fill him up just right.
Upon hearing that promise, Akihito's hole expelled more slick.
"Fuck!" Spurts of cum came out of Ryuichi's cock, splattering onto Akihito's chest and stomach.
Sucking on various areas of the inner thighs, Ryuichi made sure to cause Akihito's skin to bruise. He wanted to leave evidence for his past self to seethe over. He licked those hickeys, making sure to blow a bit of air onto those wet patches.
Akihito trembled underneath his hands, not holding back his whimpering and moaning as his legs remained open. The afterglow left Akihito open and inviting.
Akihito said. "Ryuichi…I can't take it….please."
Ryuichi peppered kisses on any inch of skin his lips could touch. His hands roamed around Akihito's chest, his legs, anywhere he couldn't see. The fingers he used to finger Akihito left trails of slick all over Akihito's skin. Leaving remnants of his own essence behind.
Ryuichi kissed his way up to Akihito's limp cock. He pecked Akihito's cock, making it jerk from the contact.
Akihito quivering out. "R-Ryuichi...what are you .."
"What else?" Ryuichi grasped Akihito's cock and licked the head. His grip was gentle but firm as he laid on more kisses onto the shaft. "Lay back and relax."
Akihito hitched his breath. "I don't think I can-"
"Oh yes, you can." Ryuichi smirked as he licked from base to head. "Look? You're already growing hard again because of my mouth."
Akihito looked down, astonished to see his cock standing up again.
Mouthing the head, Ryuichi pressed three fingers back inside Akihito as his other hand massaged Akihito's cock. All that came from Akihito's mouth was intelligible versions of his name and moans of ecstasy. He purposely missed Akihito's sweet spot, wanting to make this orgasm extend longer.
"Oh Akihito…you're doing so well." Ryuichi grinned as he pumped Akihito's cock. "Beautiful…so gorgeous."
Akihito shut his eyes, not wanting to look down at Ryuichi.
Knowing how to get him to open his eyes, Ryuichi swallowed Akihito whole. As expected, Akihito's eyes snapped open, croaking as Ryuichi bobbed his head up and down.
Ryuichi's fingers continued on being drenched with slick. The sounds of his fingers thrusting into Akihito's hole was obscene. The more he thrusted, the more slick pooled out. He loved the sound. He never grew tired of it.
Humming around Akihito's cock, Ryuichi breathed through his nose. Akihito wailed underneath him, unable to do nothing more than to moan.
Ryuichi couldn't wait to bury his cock inside Akihito.
He quickened the movement of his fingers,
Akihito's eyes rolled in the back of his head as let out a mute scream.
Akihito almost squealed in surprise as Ryuichi repositioned him. A pillow was laid underneath him, elevating his hips up. Ryuichi's cock pressed against him, tantalizing him from the girth and length of his cock.
Akihito breathlessly asked. "What's with the pillow?" Tuckered out from two orgasms, Akihito was almost boneless against the pillow.
"Do you want to wake up sore?" Ryuichi teased, rubbing the head of his cock against Akihito's slicked up hole. "I thought you would have liked the pillow. Makes it easier on your body."
Blushing, Akihito admitted with a shy smile. "Thanks…Um." Akihito held his legs open, keeping himself exposed to Ryuichi's golden gaze.
Ryuichi held back the urge to slam himself inside. To bury himself inside of Akihito, to hear him croak out his name in passion. Yet, he knew in his heart that Akihito would call him Asami, not Ryuichi. Hell, dear was a suitable substitute.
So far, Akihito managed to keep calling him Ryuichi, possibly to keep him from teasing him.
Pushing himself inside Akihito's hole, Ryuichi and Akihito groaned.
Ryuichi was purposely slow, wanting Akihito to feel the burn of stretch of his cock spreading him open. He kept his hands on Akihito's hips, keeping him still as he pushed himself fully inside.
"Perfect." Ryuichi voiced out loud.
Akihito could do nothing more than grip Ryuichi's forearms. Panting out, Ryuichi pulled himself out and thrust back inside. He whimpered out, tossing his head back as Ryuichi began at a slow pace.
Ryuichi shifts a bit, moving Akihito alongside his cock, causing a particular cry to burst from Akihito. Ryuichi targeted this spot, thrusting in and out, making Akihito breathless and lightheaded. Ryuichi leaned over Akihito, kissing his aching nipples and nibbling on his collarbones.
Swaying his hips, Ryuichi watched as Akihito lost himself in his pleasure. Ryuichi loved seeing his lover take him in and unfurl underneath his hands.
Akihito's legs wrapped around him. Suddenly strong and firm, keeping him from leaving his insides. Not that Ryuichi would dare stop. He wanted nothing more than to stay inside of Akihito.
"Do you want my knot?" Ryuichi circled his hips and thrust inside of Akihito. Akihito clung onto him, using his legs to keep him inside. Ryuichi heard him mumbling, making him chuckle. "What's that? Do you want it?"
Akihito whimpered. "Y-yes! Please, Ryuichi!"
Ryuichi growled into his ear, picking up his pace as he thrust into Akihito. Balls slapping against Akihito's ass, Ryuichi thrusted deeper and deeper. Hitting Akihito's sweet spot with almost every single thrust.
Akihito blinked the tears from his eyes. "I-I want it. I want your knot. Please."
"Don't worry. I'll give it to you." Ryuichi bit Akihito's exposed neck, making sure to add more and more bites.
Ryuichi reached in between them and pumped Akihito's hardened cock with each thrust. It didn't take long for Akihito to come, spilling in between their stomachs.
Akihito's walls clamped onto Ryuichi's cock, pulling him in, keeping him from leaving. Ryuichi's knot swelled, keeping them locked in place as he spilled inside of Akihito.
Akihito was left in a puddle of bliss as he caught his breath. His eyes were half lidded, drool leaked on the side of his mouth, pooling on Ryuichi's skin, and his body was limp.
Ryuichi laid under him, messing up the hair on the back of Akihito's hair. Playing with different strands, he smugly smiled. Akihito was out of commission for a bit until he regained his composure. He might have gone a bit too far with the overstimulation, but he wasn't repentant.
Akihito enjoyed himself.
There were no complaints.
Reaching behind Akihito, Ryuichi hovered his fingers over Akihito's sensitive skin. Akihito hitched his breath, quivering from the sudden gentle touch. Ryuichi softly placed his hands on Akihito's lower back, massaging the tension from his hips.
Akihito snuggled against Ryuichi's chest, almost falling asleep due to the massage.
Scooping up his trickling cum, Ryuichi pressed it back inside to Akihito's hole. Akihito jolted, struggling to hold up his head to look at him in disbelief.
"What the hell-"
"Hmm?" Ryuichi hummed as he pressed his thumb against Akihito's hole. His spent cock twitching back to life, wanting nothing more than to go back inside his beloved. "Don't you feel much more comfortable with being full, darling."
Akihito's blush was hot enough for Ryuichi to feel it against his skin. To avoid looking at Ryuichi, Akihito hid his face in the crook of Ryuichi's neck, mortified into silence.
Chuckling out loud, Ryuichi ceased playing with Akihito's hole and instead fondled his ass. Akihito's breath hitched against his neck and his ass tensed underneath Ryuichi's hands. "Relax."
"Why the hell are you saying such embarrassing things?!" Akihito's muffled exclamation reached Ryuichi's ears. "What is wrong with you?!"
"Well….I distinctly remember you yelling at me to fill you up-" Without looking at him, Akihito slapped his hand against Ryuichi's mouth, muffling the last words of his sentence.
Ryuichi's eyes crinkled in amusement.
Akihito glared at Ryuichi. "I'm tired."
Muffled by Akihito's hand, Ryuichi suggested. "Then, go to sleep."
"I could but-" Akihito grimaced at the sensation of cum leaking out of his hole. Removing his hand from Ryuichi's face, he scrambled off the bed and hurried into the bathroom.
Stretching out his limbs, Ryuichi made himself comfortable on his bed. He grabbed his discarded shirt, which somehow landed on their bed, and cleaned himself. Finding himself suitable, he let out a satisfied breath of air and closed his eyes.
He managed to hear the shower running before he fell into darkness.
Ryuichi woke up to Akihito with his hair up in a messy bun. He laid on his side, looking down at him with pondering eyes. A scarred out mating bite was back on his delicate neck. He wore no shirt, but there were old and new hickeys on his shoulders.
Ryuichi didn't have the energy to be annoyed at his past self's boldness in marking Akihito. He was more or less relieved to be back home. To bask in the presence of his mate and to embrace him without retracting quickly.
Also, he did his own marking of Akihito's body. Past Akihito loved the manner he marked him up. A gentle suction with the anticipation of a bite and a lick.
Akihito's younger self was adorable in his shyness, but Ryuichi wanted his Akihito.
Before his eyes was his Akihito, the person Ryuichi yearned for.
Ryuichi greeted him with a soft smile. "Dearest…"
Akihito's neutral face transformed into one of fondness. "So... you're my Asami Ryuichi?"
"Who else would I be?" Asami inquired.
Akihito climbed on top of his naked body. Ryuichi wrapped his arms around him, tightening his grip to keep him close. Their bodies molded against one another as Akihito closed the gap between their lips.
They spent a few minutes reuniting with one another.
Eventually, Akihito broke the kiss and answered his mate's inquiry. "You're my mate, my husband…"
Ryuichi fiddled with strands of Akihito's hair, kissing his mate's temple. "I missed you,"
"I missed you too." Akihito pressed his face against Ryuichi's neck, inhaling a concentrated whiff of Ryuichi's scent. Melting onto Ryuichi, he purred out loud and closed his eyes. In a daze, he muttered. "It was fun…you know?"
"Fun?"
"Interacting with the younger version of you." Akihito slowly reopened his eyes and began drawing designs on Ryuichi's skin.
"Really?" Ryuichi chuckled.
"Your younger self adapted somewhat, but the moment the kids said their chichiue didn't scent them like crazy, I knew that Ryuichi was not my Ryuichi." Akihito maneuvered on the side to cuddle against his mate. "He was a bit obvious in observing our home too. I didn't know you used to be so careless, dear."
Unimpressed, Asami smacked his lips. "My past self was that obvious?" He corrected himself with a grimace. "I was that obvious?"
"Really obvious."
Sighing, Asami wrapped an arm around Akihito's body. "I'm glad you found amusement in my younger self's carelessness. I have to admit, I don't remember being unobservant during my visit."
"He was cute in the way he kept looking at everything." Akihito chuckled. "He seemed... amazed at the life we built. He kept exploring our house throughout the day and was patient with the pups. Somehow, he didn't explode on Kocchan and Micchan. You know how rowdy those two get."
"Kids are rowdy. I expected as much." Asami snorted. "I remember being amazed at the fact that they didn't fear me. None of the pups fear me."
"Which is good." Akihito reached up his hand and caressed Asami's chest. "Pups shouldn't fear their fathers. I was never afraid of my father. Besides, I wouldn't have tolerated any mistreatment of our children to soothe past insecurities."
"I expect nothing less."
"Oh! Your younger self was especially excited to please me in bed."
Asami turned around and pinned Akihito on the bed.
For all his earlier claims of not feeling annoyed at his past self, Ryuichi was displeased. It was hypocritical of him to feel this way. Nothing changed. Akihito still belonged to him. And he slept with past Akihito, making sure to litter his neck with hickeys. He wanted to show his past self that he pleased their Akihito to the fullest extent possible.
As if reading his thoughts, Akihito rolled his eyes. "His excitement didn't make up for actual experience." He wrapped his arms around Asami's neck and opened his legs for Asami to settle in between his thighs. "You know every inch of my body just like I know yours."
"You certainly don't shy away from me anymore." Asami chuckled.
"And you don't rile me up as an excuse for sex. The pigtail pulling grew old fast." Akihito deadpanned.
"I don't have a need to do that anymore. We communicate far better than we used to."
"A good change, I assure you."
Asami kissed Akihito, caressing his body with his calloused hands. Akihito followed suit. Happy to run his fingernails over Asami's broad back. Applying pressure during certain points to leave red marks and crescent moon indents on Asami's skin.
Soon enough, they lost themselves in their pleasure, not taking into account that their children were on their way to their bedroom to interrupt them.
The end.
