As Masaomi slowly drifted into consciousness, he realized that parts of him were fully awake; his fingers brushed through silky material and his lips weakly moved against something soft. He shivered as something cool trailed down his spine. His other senses awoke, and he smelled faint aftershave; he heard the quiet, wet sounds of—most likely—whatever his lips were doing; his tongue slid out of his mouth, and he tasted mint. He smiled.
"I like it when Izaya-san wakes me up with his lips," Kida said, still refusing to open his eyes and be pulled from his dreamlike state.
"I know." Izaya pulled away to lay kisses along the boy's jaw. "You looked so cute, all sprawled out with your lips parted; I couldn't help myself." He pulled Masaomi closer. "While you were still asleep, you grabbed my hair to keep me in place and mumbled my name."
"Well, as much as I enjoy Izaya-san's kisses, I'm in a committed relationship with my pillow, and I've been neglecting her. So, if you don't mind—"
"It's time to get up, sweetheart. It's 12:00 on a Wednesday; you're three hours late for work."
"I'm technically not late because I'm at the place where I work."
Izaya sighed. "You aren't in the room where you're supposed to work."
Masaomi smiled, snuggling into Izaya, still keeping his eyes shut. "I'll have my boyfriend call my boss and say I'm sick. He's really good at making people believe practically anything he says."
"I'm not sure he'd be too fond of that answer, considering how lenient he's been with your schedule and work load lately."
"Well, I think he'll let me off today, considering how I haven't gotten to bed until 1:00, at the earliest, for the past few days."
"What do you mean? We've been in bed by 12:00 for the past week or two."
"But I can't fall asleep until you're satisfied. Why do have to last so long? And so many times, too? It's ridiculous."
"An average of half an hour, when we really get into it, isn't very long. You're just easily excited, and finish quickly. And it's not unusual to do it multiple times in one session."
Masaomi moved his hand around until he found the man's mouth, and then placed a finger against it. "Hush now. I'm sleeping."
"Masaomi-kun, you've been slacking off. If you don't get up, I'll have to dock your pay."
"My salary is generous to begin with. Take away some; I don't care."
"I'm going to fire you if you continue to take advantage of your relationship with your employer."
Masaomi opened his eyes a bit, thankful that the room was mostly dark. "I already feel like a prostitute because of that, so stop bugging me about it. If you weren't prepared for this situation, you shouldn't have bedded, and then romanced, your employee. Go ahead and fire me; I'll just move in and mooch off of you. I practically live here, anyway. Between work hours, hanging out together, and constant sleepovers, I'm already here way more often than my own place; I've barely bought any food in the past two or three weeks; I even have my own drawer in your bedroom and bathroom."
"Is this your way of asking to move in? It's not much of a change, but it's a significant step in—"
"The more often the cute blond sleeps in your bed, the more often you'll get to have your way with the cute blond. This can open up new doors to our sex life. We can shower together to start off the day, spontaneously get it on in the kitchen midday, roleplay for an entire evening, and so many other things. Think of all the possibilities, Izaya-san."
The informant smirked. "How did you become such a sly manipulator?"
"My boyfriend is manipulation itself; I've learned I few tricks. So, what do you say? I move in, you let me sleep right now, and we can not sleep in the bed for hours tonight."
"It's a deal." He smiled as the boy closed his eyes and relaxed. After one more kiss, Izaya left the bedroom to return to his desk. He spun around in his chair and fixed on the white sweatshirt thrown over his couch. 'Maybe being in a relationship with Masaomi isn't as bothersome as I'd thought it would be.'
