A/N: An Akihito introspection on sex, their sex, and Asami's ass.

AKA ode to Asami's ass

I had to bump up the rating to M just for this drabble haha but I've been thinking about this since the previous drabble with confident Aki and ass slapping and here we are. Apparently I have headcanons related to Asami's ass and confident Aki's appreciation of it *sweatdrop*

Akihito could be a little slow to the uptake sometimes. Asami would probably laugh at that before agreeing wholeheartedly but quite frankly, it was partially his fault for 'speaking' mainly in non-verbal ways. Sometimes Akihito just needed to be told things in words. Although sometimes hearing it in words can completely blow his mind, like the first time Asami oh-so-casually said he loved him. Holy Shit. World shattering stuff. Which amused Asami no end because apparently he had been saying it without words for years before that. And so had Akihito apparently but he had no idea how he came to THAT conclusion. He got a drawled lecture about 'actions speaking louder than words' after that but Akihito was still reeling over the whole confession thing that he didn't really pay attention.

So he might just be a little oblivious.

That's fine, he got there eventually. He had long since come to terms with their relationship and their 'dynamics' so to speak. In fact, he liked how they worked. He loved how Asami made a mess out of him, how he took control, and all the filthy things he did. It had taken him a long time to realise that he didn't want it any other way. At the very beginning, way back when their relationship could be barely be called such a thing, he had fantasied about topping Asami. As time went on, he realised that it wasn't about taking Asami as much as it was about holding onto some semblance of control. Because Asami had come into his life like a whirlwind and turned everything upside down so fast he couldn't keep up. He was adult enough at this point to realise that he thought that if he could have enough control to take Asami, then it would mean he'd have enough control to take back the reigns of his life.

But his life had finally stabilised and he was aware of himself and his wants enough to know that he didn't want Asami in that way. Literally zero interest. He had also figured out that he liked giving up his control, in the bedroom at least, to Asami and that he still had more power than he had initially realised. Once he had reached that earth shattering little personal insight it was surprising how quickly he had accepted the fact that he might be more than a little masochistic. The first day he didn't protest when Asami decided to spank him had the older man wary, then cautious, then downright delighted and resulted in some of the best sex ever. It had only been getting better from there.

He understood himself, he accepted himself, he accepted their relationship, and he would admit to the world that he loved Asami.

So why was it that anything to do with Asami's ass felt taboo?

He was lying in bed watching Asami get dressed with his eyes fixed firmly on that toned round ass and he kind of wanted bite it. Maybe grope it a little. Maybe a slap. He had no interest in what lay hidden between those cheeks, something that was probably Asami's only hard limit, so what did it matter that he wanted to touch it a little? Asami was surprisingly generous with his body. Akihito was almost certain he wouldn't mind.

And yet it still felt weird. Taboo. It shouldn't. He knew it shouldn't. He was blatantly staring by this point and all Asami did was smirk at him through the full length mirror. He was clearly okay with his appraisal and downright appreciation of his body. Akihito knew just how long he spent at the gym working out his daily frustrations with weights under the watchful eye of his personal trainer. In fact, Akihito had met the personal trainer once before and upon finding out who he was, he had unashamedly declared that he regularly made Asami do weighted squats to 'keep him looking fine for his husband'. At the time Akihito wasn't sure if he was more flustered over the husband comment or the fact that he was ensuring Asami's ass looked good just for him.

It wasn't like Asami was some super top just-let-me-fuck-you-so-I-can-get-off kind of person either. Well, it certainly seemed that way at the start but truthfully, and this had taken Akihito an appallingly large amount of time to figure out, he got off on getting Akihito off. But even more than that, there were things that Asami liked during sex that initially seemed at odds to his super-sadistic-seme persona. Like the fact that he genuine enjoyed sucking dick. Or that he actually did like a bit of pain too. He loved it when Akihito pulled his hair as he sucked him off, like really gripped on it to an eye watering degree, and he liked it when he scratched his nails down his back when he felt overwhelmed with pleasure. One time Akihito's nails were a little long and he scratched so hard that Asami bled and the man fucking loved it.

So he understood that they weren't constrained to little bubbles of you must only like these things or these things, nothing else and certainly not both. He got it, he really did, but he still felt weird about wanting to grope that tight ass just a little.

Maybe all Akihito needed was to get used to the idea. So he should just do a little field testing. Touch it a little and see how Asami reacted then go from there.

VF

Akihito peaked around the doorway to the kitchen. Asami was standing with his back to him pursuing his phone while he waited for his coffee to brew. It was the perfect opportunity. Eyes firmly on the prize, Akihito had to admit that his lover filled out pants fucking perfectly. Like so well he needed the coarse word to show his sheer level of appreciation for it. Sneaking forward, Akihito brought his hand up and paused before bringing it down with a loud CRACK on Asami's ass. He had a brief glimpse of his lover's startled face turning to look at him before he was bolting out of the kitchen at breakneck speed.

Hysterical laughter bubbled out of him as he ran and he must sound like a complete maniac. His hand stung and the feeling of those firm muscles refusing to move under his hand had been fleeting but fantastic. Also the look on his face had been priceless. Akihito tried to stop his giggling but he couldn't. That had been way too fun.

Deep rumbling laughter met his ears and Akihito relaxed at the sound. Asami hadn't minded, had found it funny even. Even though that wasn't the most subtle or effective way of going about this. Footsteps sounded the man's approach and he looked up as his lover entered the bedroom where he had fled to. Akihito flushed at the smirk in place but held his gaze as he got right up in his space.

"You don't need to be so shy, Akihito."

"Oh?" Akihito's voice was annoyingly breathy but he couldn't help it as Asami pressed his body against his own. He had the feeling that the man had noticed his extra blatant staring lately.

"I'll tell you if I don't like something."

Taking the bait, Akihito slipped his hands around Asami's waist and ventured down. Lower and lower they went until he had two handfuls of firm ass and squeezed. Holy shit. It felt as amazing as it looked. Asami laughed again, probably at the look on his face, before leaning down for a kiss.

And just like that, Akihito realised that nothing had changed between them. It made no difference. Asami didn't mind and Akihito could feel and look all he wanted. There was literally no reason for that area to be taboo just because of the potential sexual insinuation that he had no interest in. That Asami knew he had no interest in. So he might be a little slow to the uptake but it really did help when Asami actually put things into words.

And he was totally going to take the opportunity to smack that ass stealthily again in future. It was way too fun to resist.