So they wake up, and that's it.
Faint sweeps of warm fingers against his temples teased him awake and lips pressed to his eyelids before he could even open them. Just so, he responded with a groggy smile, snuggling deeper into the firm arms wrapped tight around him. He heard a sleepy huff of laughter and lips brushed the side of his jaw.
"Morning."
Ray didn't feel very inclined to talk right after waking up so he responded to the whispered greeting by lifting Kai's palm and pressing his lips against it. He opened his eyes to Kai rolling his with a fond smirk, but really now, they had been together long enough for him to know the only thing Ray wanted right after waking up, was to fall right back asleep.
"Sleep well?"
Oh, he had slept fantastically. He had drifted off the moment his head hit the pillow, thoroughly tired out as he was from all the things Kai had been doing to him before. The night before had been different, more fiery and passionate if their time together could ever be described otherwise. Yet something was different about last night, as it was every night before the days Ray had to leave.
As Ray's awareness of his surroundings grew, he registered where Kai's other hand had come to rest on the curve of his ass. Idle fingers brushed mindlessly against his skin, giving birth to tingles that traveled down his spine in quick succession, making heat pool in the bottom of his stomach. That, coupled with the dull throbbing in his lower back made him feel pleasantly full and content, laying there in his boyfriend's arms.
Calling forth every ounce of his willpower, he forced himself to rise up on his elbows and press a soft kiss to Kai's unpainted cheek. The Russian wasn't content with just a peck to the cheek though, and Ray was promptly lifted from on top of the sheets and balanced to be half draped on Kai instead, as his lips were parted by a callused thumb and met with a more eager pair.
Ray sighed, whether it was because of his ass' vehement protests against sudden movements or the decidedly demanding licks of a wandering tongue against his lips, is yet to be determined.
The palms cupping his face, lowered to brush against his sides, making his palms tingle where the lay on Kai's chest. Teasing fingers dipped into his butt crack and stroked their way up his shoulders with a growing sense of purpose and as the hands seemed to be getting a mind of their own, Ray pulled back.
"I can't be late, Kai."
Kai nuzzled under his jaw, arms tightening around his shoulders. "We have half an hour. I will blow you, quick and dirty."
Chuckling, Ray sat up. Though his legs came to straddle Kai's hips instead. "I know myself, and more importantly, I know you. We'll never leave this bed if I let you go any further."
With a shit-eating grin he could've picked from no-one except Bryan, Kai raised himself on his elbows. "Can't you read the cosmic signals then, lover of mine?"
A warning slap landed on Kai's chest. "I can. And they are advising me to get the hell away from you now."
"Well," Kai's hands found Ray's hips again and pulled him closer. "I don't see you getting any farther."
Landing one last kiss on Kai's nose, Ray moved to get up. Rolling his eyes when the warm grip on him didn't release, he leaned down to draw his fingers down Kai's sides, deriving a shiver out of him immediately.
"Don't make me bring out the big guns."
Said gun being a tickle attack. Kai was ticklish, horribly so and Ray not at all. It was a lethal advantage, in all honesty.
As Ray extricated himself from the prison of Kai's groping hands and their tangled, sticky sheets, Kai sat up himself to watch his boyfriend's naked ass walk out of their room and into the attached bathroom, where he would proceed to begin his daily analysis of his early morning visage. Well, at least he left the door open, and actually paused in front of it.
"How about you top this time?", Kai tried as a last attempt.
Ray scoffed. "Are you trying to seduce me into canceling my trip back home?"
Kai didn't deign to respond to that (very true) bullshit.
"Weak." Ray huffed when he realized no response was coming his way, making the Russian cross his arms over his chest in defense.
"Should've stuck with the breakfast in bed idea."
A chuckle sounded in the room. "Should have."
"You know I can't put it off anymore. It's my ma's birthday day after Kai."
"Did you pack the gift I got for her?"
A genuinely pleased smile unfurled on Ray's face. He always looked overjoyed whenever Kai made an attempt to interact with his family, or when he exchanged gifts with his ma (which the two often did). When they had visited as a couple for the first time, and Kai had spent a good two hours talking to the local kids about beyblades and teaching them new tricks, he had proceeded to drag him out in to the forest immediately after and despoil him in the open by the waterfall the White Tigers had often trained under.
The fact that he had been unable to look the White Tigers in the eye for a whole day afterward, was just an added delight.
The two gazed at each other for a second more before Ray turned and entered the bathroom, going to stand in front of the mirror… and screaming bloody murder a second later.
A satisfied smirk made its way on to Kai's lips as a blushing Ray charged at him a second later, hand consciously splayed over the dark bruises blooming across his collarbones and along his neck. Kai had made sure to leave some so high up, no shirt collar could hide them.
"Fucking hell Kai!"
"Never thought I'd hear that outside of bed."
"Really?! Fucking Tyson is funnier than you, you know that?!"
"Well, I suppose fucking Tyson would be a pretty funny affair considering how he-"
"How the hell am I gonna face everyone now?!"
Smirk widening, Kai stood up. "Maybe I should come and drop you off at your house you know. See how you explain those to your dad, or to Xian."
A pause and a matching smirk crawled up Ray's lips. "Xian? Is that what this is about?"
Unwilling to have his concerns (and quite legitimate ones if he did say so himself, thank you) have mocked, Kai rose a brow in a challenge before lifting a finger and pressing the biggest bruise on Ray with it. "Yes, Xian. You make sure he sees them and knows who gave them to you."
Ray's smirk softened and he pressed closer to Kai. "Xian is straight, Kai."
"And Hiro Granger is my best friend." He rolled his eyes.
Ray's arms went around his waist. "Nope, that'd be me. Don't worry. I am your best friend and your boyfriend. Stupid, straight Xian ain't got nothing on you."
"Good." Kai mumbled, and lay a kiss on Ray's lips, then one on his neck before he was roughly pushed away by a tomato red Ray again.
"No. No. You stay away from my neck, mister. You stay the hell away from my neck."
As Ray turned away and marched off into the bathroom, he bit his lip and a shy grin he did not attempt to hide bloomed on his face. It was quite an impressive collection of love bites he was sporting right now, and if anything it could be used to show up everyone else. For instance, Tyson would have a complete fit when he saw the sourpuss was getting more than he did, and if Kai did pull the neck of his shirt away to kiss the love bites multiple times in the next couple of hours, (as he was wont to do whenever he left hickeys on Ray), you sure won't hear him complaining.
Found this on my desktop today. Let it be known this was marked as a part of some story I had been planning which I absolutely can not recall anymore. Also, this was the only scene I had actually finished for this phantom story of mine, so yep I have no idea what comes before or after this or who the hell Xian is but I didn't wanna delete this so here it goes, in my dump of other snippets and drabbles that don't fit anywhere else, nor are they good enough to be individual pieces. Hope it wasn't too bad.