Prompt: Imagine your OTP "falling asleep on the couch." (saw this on a tumblr post)

The woman screamed, sharp and high, as the murderer dug the axe into her arm. Blood rained and the screaming continued.
"Woah!" Akihito exclaimed, his eye lit in excitement as he watched the movie. His hand delved in the popcorn bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, his hazel eyes fixated on the now-armless woman who was desperate to escape the murderer.
"This is the third time we're watching this. At the very least, let's watch something new." mused Asami. He had come home a little early to have dinner with Akihito and now rested, freshly showered, in a fluffy bathrobe, with his legs on the foot rest and his arm around Akihito's shoulders.
"Hush! The best scene is coming up!"
Fine. Asami would indulge his boy. But he'll have two fingers of scotch along with it. Slowly, Akihito's eyes drooped and his head lolled against Asami's shoulder. Asami tightened his arm about the boy's shoulders and pulled him close.
"Nngh… Asami…" Akihito whined. He went to lay down on the couch, and he pulled Asami down with him. With Asami spooning him from behind, Akihito watched the tv with half open eyes. Asami pressed a kiss into his golden hair. His arms circled the boy's slim waist and pulled him close. It was a tight fit on the couch but as the credits rolled, Asami and Akihito were fast asleep, curled around each other.