AN: I'm marking this off as complete after this but I will still update from time to time. It's just going to be my place to throw stuff that stand alone and under 1k words ^^
An Akihito introspection on Asami and feelings (post cannon)
Akihito sighed in exhausted bliss as he faceplanted onto the bed. Lazily he put one arm out blindly in Asami's rough direction and made grabby gestures with his hand. The small snort amidst the rustling as his lover fished around for his cigarettes told Akihito that he had been seen. He pulled his arm back in and waited for the tell-tale feeling of Asami lying down beside him. The small whoomph sound and slight jostle of the bed indicated his lover's presence. Akihito finally turned his face to look at the man just as he was lighting up a smoke. The older man took a deep drag, exhaling slowly, before he reached over to pull him onto his chest. Akihito smiled sleepily and snuggled closer, lazily rearranging his limbs until he was comfortable.
"You always get clingy after we play with pain," Asami commented idly as his hand trailed down Akihito's back to brush his fingers across the top of his still stinging ass.
"It wasn't that bad," he replied with a yawn. His ass was no doubt bright red still but there wouldn't be any bruising tomorrow, just maybe a slight tenderness. "Anyway, you're the needy one."
Asami didn't deign that with a reply but his lack of denial was confirmation enough. Akihito shut his eyes and lay there quietly, enjoying the closeness after an intense few rounds of sex. Gentle fingers absently drew patterns on his back while his lover enjoyed his post-coital smoke.
It was interesting to think back on the way they had changed over the years. Asami had never been a stay the night after sex person but surprisingly, he had never been a fuck and run either. He had always stayed around for a while after sex, usually enjoying a moment of indulgence with a smoke or a drink while they both regained their breath. He had always been surprisingly touchy feely with Akihito. He liked having his hands on Akihito's body or be kissing him during sex. Even with their rough start it had been like that. It didn't take long for post sex cuddles and snuggling in general to become a thing as they both gradually let their guards down.
It had taken Akihito a rather appallingly large amount of time to figure out just how needy Asami actually was. The man was adept at keeping Akihito off balance and hiding his own feelings behind cold words, something that hurt him until he realised that Asami was scared. Scared his feelings and that was the only way he knew how to hide it, to appear as though he wasn't as deep in these emotions as Akihito. So he was a little bit emotionally constipated, but he couldn't deny having feelings completely. All that casual touching, the arm around his waist, the hand ruffling his hair, pulling Akihito into his lap; it did eventually give him away. Along with the slight smiles, startled laughter, and late nights on the couch with gore-y horror movies.
It was all very domestic and affectionate. Asami might gently tease Akihito for his housewife tendencies but he always thanked him for the food and quietly complimented his cooking. He always asked how his day had been, even though he already knew. And just lately, when they were still in bed after however many rounds of mind-blowing sex, Asami would pull Akihito onto his chest and they would just lie there in comfortable silence. Just enjoying the warmth and comfort provided by the other. Akihito's favourite part was when Asami would absently trace small patterns on his skin. Gently, oh so gently, tracing his fingers in small circles. He would stay very relaxed and still, because as soon as he moved, the man would stop, as though he hadn't been aware he was doing it in the first place.
Akihito shifted to place his hand on Asami's chest, right over his heart. He could feel the slow thump-thump-thump of his heart beating under his hand. His lover made a small noise in question at the action.
"You say a great deal without words."
"Do I now?" Asami said, amusement obvious but there was an underlying hint of curiosity.
"Mm," Akihito hummed but didn't reply further.
He knew without a doubt that if he ever wanted to put words to their relationship, it was going to be up to him to man up and say something first. As uninhibited as Asami was in the bedroom, prying any words beyond 'you are mine' from the man was hopeless. Still, he wasn't quite ready to go down that path just yet. They could finally read each other without words, no need to throw a spanner in the works just yet.
Akihito tilted his head back and made a stupid kissy face at his lover, earning himself a snort of amusement. Even so, the man bent down and bestowed him with a soft kiss. Hiding a smile, Akihito tucked himself back under Asami's chin and settled down for a nap in his lover's arms.