So like … I never do this. A multi-chaptered smut fic? And it's just smut?
I'm flabbergasted. I can't believe we're here right now. I mean, I like smut just as much as the next person, but usually when I write it, it's an integral part of a much larger plot … But I suppose a PWP fic had to come out of me at some point. *giggles to self 😏*
Anyhow, there's not much to say about this. I just think AsaKisu deserves a fun time, cuz they're some kinky bastards.
Proceed.
He was having a nice dream. One of those ones he wouldn't have minded never waking up from. It felt real for the longest time, and it took all the weight of responsibility off of his shoulders. He just got to sit and bask and be comfortable in it. But of course, the moment he woke up, every detail about it went hazy and it became a moment that dissolved in the back of his mind.
It was slow-going though. The boundary between that dream and reality blurred together, and he couldn't tell which way was up or down. He just felt a body crawling over his, snaking its way up underneath the warmth of the duvet he was buried in. Fingers brushed his legs and then touched his stomach, and by the time he blearily squinted his eyes open, Kisumi's pink hair popped out of the covers over his sternum. Those shining purple eyes lifted to his, glimmering with coy innocence and a pleading that Asahi was well familiar with. Kisumi's lips stretched up into a smile when he saw that he'd been successful in waking his sleeping partner, and he pushed himself up to hover over Asahi's body, leveling their faces to smile directly down at him.
It wasn't the worst thing to wake up to.
Asahi sighed and brushed a hand down his face with a yawn. "What're you doing?" he mumbled.
"Good morning," Kisumi greeting, settling his weight on Asahi's pelvis, knees tucked up against his sides. He kept his palms on Asahi's stomach, fingers lightly tracing his abs.
Asahi squinted one eye over at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eight-thirty. He exhaled again and looked back up. "Why are you waking me up before ten? It's Saturday."
Kisumi bit at his bottom lip. He walked his fingers up to Asahi's chest, and then slid them slowly back down his skin. "I've been awake for hours. I'm bored."
Asahi knew already Kisumi was just rattling off an excuse to avoid directly answering the question.
"You're bored?"
Kisumi nodded, knees lightly squeezing his waist.
Asahi pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow. "You're sure that's the only reason?"
Kisumi didn't even try to hide his smile, but he also didn't answer, just stroked the skin around Asahi's navel.
"You could have made me breakfast, if you were that bored," Asahi said, comfortably stuffing his hands behind his head and allowing his eyes to admire Kisumi's morning look.
He hadn't done anything with his hair yet. So it was a bit of a mess, and Asahi would have been willing to bet that was a choice. Kisumi knew Asahi liked it when his hair was messy. He also hadn't bothered to put any actual clothes on yet, so was just sitting on top of Asahi in an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of black boxer-briefs.
"I already ate."
"I said you could have made me breakfast, dipshit."
Kisumi poked out a pouting lip, leaning forward a bit as he applied more pressure with his hands and massaged Asahi's torso. "What's the point in that, if I don't get to eat with you?"
"You've never heard of breakfast in bed?"
"That's for moms with five-year-olds."
Asahi nodded. "Ah, I see. So you wouldn't want me to ever make you breakfast in bed."
Kisumi dropped his jaw. "I didn't say that."
Asahi chuckled, one hand slipping out from behind his head to get a comfortable hold on Kisumi's thigh. He allowed his thumb to rub circles into the taut muscles just under his warm skin. "So you won't do it for me, but you'd expect me to do it for you?"
Kisumi hummed an amused breath, hair hanging down as he leaned forward. "Of course."
Asahi smiled. "Of course."
He accepted Kisumi's kiss gratefully, already having long forgotten the warm little dream he apparently did not want to leave. If he could wake up like this every morning, he wouldn't mind being pulled out of his dreams.
Kisumi's kiss was eager, though he could tell he was tempering himself, holding a good amount of enthusiasm back. Asahi sighed through his nose, accepting the tender bites to his lips, the fervent greeting of Kisumi's tongue glancing over his. It zipped through his spine with tingles of pleasure, already pulsing in the very spot Kisumi was sitting. It was amusing, and Asahi chuckled, because Kisumi was very good at this game. He was the master at doing and saying exactly the right things to get whatever he wanted, especially from Asahi, and knowing just where to place himself was very much a part of that. Asahi wondered how much time Kisumi spent thinking about these things, or if it was just second-nature.
Asahi's other hand lifted to brush Kisumi's hair back and he pulled away from the kiss with a grin.
"I was having a really good dream, you know."
Kisumi kept his face close, touching the tip of his nose to Asahi's as he very subtly began to rock his hips. "Yeah?"
"Mmhm."
"What was it about?"
"I don't remember. You made me forget already. Now I'm never going to be able to tell you about it."
"Oh no," Kisumi moaned, not bothered in the slightest. He kissed Asahi's lips again. "Was I in the dream?"
"Mmm," Asahi hummed, accepting two more kisses, pretending as though he was thinking very hard about it, when in all actuality, he was just reveling in the tickling pleasure rolling around in his stomach like small waves breaking the shoreline as Kisumi's body slowly ground against his, gradually increasing the friction between them.
"I don't know. You might have been. What would you say if you weren't?"
Kisumi huffed half a chuckle through his nose and placed a kiss on Asahi's chin. "It wasn't a good dream if I wasn't in it."
"Oh ho, is that so?"
"Yes."
"But what if I was eating a really good pork cutlet bowl?"
Kisumi scoffed. "Don't insult me. That doesn't even compare."
"No? You think you're better than a really good pork cutlet bowl?"
Kisumi hummed through a grin and lightly nipped at Asahi's bottom lip, his movements less subtle now as he rolled his body and pulled his pelvis forward. Asahi sighed.
"I know I'm better than a pork cutlet bowl, Asahi."
"Alright," Asahi said, voice a little breathless already. His hands slid up Kisumi's thighs, the tips of his fingers poking underneath the hem of his briefs. His body was already moving in response to Kisumi's, pulling up to meet his slow grind. "I'll give you partial agreement, since you're so confident. If it's a really good pork cutlet bowl, then you're about fifty-fifty."
"Fifty-fifty?" Kisumi exclaimed. "You would rather have a pork cutlet bowl than me?"
"It'd have to be really good."
"Really good nothing," Kisumi scoffed. "There's no comparison. And if you think there is, then I can leave right now and you can UberEats your stinkin' pork cutlet bowl."
Asahi snickered and tightened his grip when Kisumi began to lift his weight. "I'm joking, Kisumi." He sat up and gave his partner a full, passionate kiss in apology, though he smiled through the whole thing, and he knew Kisumi was well aware that he was teasing him. He slid one hand up Kisumi's back through his shirt and grabbed his ass with the other, encouraging the sweet rocking motion to continue.
Kisumi's sigh was light. His hands slid up Asahi's neck.
"I'll take you over a pork cutlet bowl any day," Asahi murmured against his lips.
Kisumi smirked. "That's what I thought."
He loosened the reins on his kiss and his tongue became more eager, body moving in tandem as his grinding hips picked up with great enthusiasm and sent a thrill of a shudder through Asahi's body.
He could feel Kisumi's boner against his stomach, and his own wasn't all that far from peak excitement, growing in response to the pressure of Kisumi's body rutting so fervently against his. Their breathing shortened, tongues lapping hungrily against each other with each passing moment, as the subtlety of the moment was lost and thrown carelessly to the side in favor of raw pleasure.
Kisumi moaned. "Asahi."
Asahi was well aware of that tone, of the pleading inflection behind it. It was the same yawning desire he'd found in Kisumi's eyes the moment he had woken up. His partner was very good at getting what he wanted, even through a simple moan.
Asahi slid his hand through the waistband of Kisumi's underwear, giving his ass a good pinch before he felt his way around the familiar space and pushed in two fingers.
Kisumi shuddered out a whine, back arching, and sighed back into another famished kiss, his fingers raking through Asahi's hair as his movements adjusted to the new presence and began to grind harder. Asahi curled his fingers, feeling around in Kisumi's body, searching the warm walls of his flesh for his prostate, which made Kisumi gasp with pleasure and tremble from head to foot.
His head tilted back after a moment, eyes closing as he was swept up in the gratification, voice moaning toward the ceiling as he rode Asahi's fingers and continued to shiver even more violently when Asahi's mouth began to search the canvas of his neck. His arms clung to Asahi's head like it was the only thing keeping him afloat, fingers gripping his hair tightly, and the sharp little tugs they gave just rippled through Asahi's body with yet more eagerness that pulsed down in that sweet spot. He groaned into Kisumi's skin and lightly grazed his neck with his teeth.
"More," Kisumi breathed, hardly louder than a whisper. "More, Asahi. I want your dick now."
Asahi laughed, though it came out half as a moan, muffled by Kisumi's skin. "Already?"
Kisumi pushed on Asahi's chest and slipped his hands down between them into Asahi's boxers, pumping his shaft impatiently as he pulled it out.
"Yes, right now," Kisumi responded, covering Asahi's moan with another fervent kiss. "I told you I've been awake for hours."
He yanked his shirt off over his head while Asahi pulled Kisumi's underwear from his waist as far down as he could. Kisumi licked his fingers and pumped the slickness onto Asahi's cock a few times, before guiding it to his ass and sliding seamlessly onto it. They both groaned. Asahi's whole body rippled with yearning, and Kisumi was quick to immediately get back into motion.
His body was something Asahi would never get tired of. He felt like he belonged in it, everything fit so perfectly, with just the right amount of both slack and friction. It made his body shiver with an erotic pleasure that was intoxicating, like a drug. Everything always fell away from the edges of the universe when he was with Kisumi like this, and all that was left behind was the world they had created together and that was just fine with him. He never needed anything else, and that was just as well too, because Kisumi liked to frequent this space often.
He had a gorgeous voice, unfiltered with a soft tune and clever tongue. He knew exactly what ways to keen and moan to feed Asahi's excitement, and he was never one to hold back anything. "Oh fuck yes," never sounded more innocent than when it was sung in Kisumi's lilting spring voice in the midst of riding Asahi's cock. And Asahi paid him in gratitude with a string of kisses across his collarbone, sighing and humming with pleasure as he listened to the melody of moaning whimpers that followed.
His pretty, pink partner was really working his body this morning, as though he hadn't seen sex in years. He was grinding with a desperation that made Asahi flush from head to toe, and a prickle of sweat already started to form on his hairline. His own body wasn't particularly awake enough to keep up, but that wasn't at all a problem. Kisumi filled a lot of roles in bed, and when he was this kind of wanting, power bottom was one of them. Asahi never minded working with that, and he in fact rather enjoyed sitting pretty and letting Kisumi take the reins sometimes. He liked to take those moments to really feel out Kisumi's figure, run his hands up and down his back and his legs, read all the little flexes of his muscles as they moved, collect the silky film of perspiration breaking over Kisumi's skin. He liked to kiss him wherever he could reach him and bury his nose in his skin and close his eyes and just feel, and gods it was something fantastic.
He hummed again, kissing Kisumi's sternum, and dragged a hand down his side as Kisumi rode him more aggressively. "You were thirsty, huh?"
Kisumi moaned, a dry sob catching in his throat, "Mmhm."
Asahi lifted his chin to kiss his throat. "How long have you been waiting for me, baby?"
"Nugh … Too long."
"Did you try to get yourself off?"
Kisumi nodded, pulling on the back of Asahi's hair. "God yes."
Asahi groaned, cock pulsing, sending waves of tremors through his body. He was certainly awake now. "Did you find a toy to put in that pretty little ass?" he breathed, giving Kisumi's butt cheek a slap.
Kisumi moaned. "Fuck. You know they don't compare to you, Asahi. One more."
Asahi popped him again, this time a little harder, earning a desperate gasp that sent a pleasant tingle down his neck. Kisumi dropped his head back again, back arching beautifully.
"Jesus, what a slut," Asahi chuckled, analyzing the lust on every inch of Kisumi's face.
A sly little smile slid over Kisumi's lips. His gaze was sharp when he opened his eyes just enough to catch Asahi's gaze. He draped his arms over his shoulders, pulling himself in close, his movements slowing into a more sensual and deeper rhythm. Asahi shuddered, keeping Kisumi's gaze as he pressed their foreheads together.
"You trying to make this quick?"
"You seemed a little desperate."
Kisumi smirked and closed his eyes again. He huffed a laugh. "I refuse to cum before you fuck me into next week."
"Is that a request?"
"A little one."
"Want me to fill you up today?"
"To the brim please."
Asahi smiled and stole a kiss. "Fucking whore."
Kisumi moaned and shivered with pleasure. "Save it for the end, my love."
"Show me that ass, baby."
Kisumi's body slowed to a stop and he raised himself up gently, pausing to shudder as Asahi's cock slipped out of him. Asahi gave him one more kiss on the throat, then released his hold and raked Kisumi's body with hungry eyes as he shimmied out of his underwear completely and tossed them to the side. Then he turned his back to Asahi and stretched forward like a cat, sliding his palms across the sheets and raising his ass confidently with a low dip in his back. For surely, if he had a tail, it'd be swishing tauntingly in Asahi's face right now.
Asahi bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, peeking around to catch a glimpse of the smirk he already knew Kisumi was wearing. The pink-haired menace casually rested his temple on his arms and looked back over his shoulder with sinful eyes and an innocent smile.
"You are too pretty to be so evil." Asahi smirked.
"I didn't do a thing," he said sweetly.
"You're far too aware of how enticing you are."
Kisumi hummed a chuckle. "You prefer me to be a limp fish?"
Asahi's grin stretched and he shook his head, turning his attention back to the pretty round cheeks in front of him. He gave one a kiss, then slid his hands up from the back of Kisumi's thighs to massage his firm muscles, spreading his ass open to get a good look at that welcoming back door. He gave it a good lick, allowing his tongue to dip inside a little more than a few times, reveling in the carnal moans that lifted from the bed up front. He decided to spend a small moment pleasuring Kisumi with his many talents, alternating between using his tongue and his fingers, until Kisumi really started to push back on him and filled his ears with pleading whines. He kissed Kisumi's hole, after several minutes of this, and gave him another slap on the butt before sitting up on his knees.
"And you call me evil," Kisumi said breathlessly, one rosy cheek now pressed flat against the bed while his fingers gripped the sheets.
Asahi smirked. "You enjoyed it."
"Thoroughly."
"Too much?"
"I told you I'm not cumming until you fuck me."
"You're a resilient little shit, aren't you?"
Kisumi shot a look at him and failed to fight back a laugh. "You're really trying."
Asahi laid his hands on his ass again and gave him another pop. "I like watching you struggle."
Kisumi sighed, eyes fluttering close when Asahi rocked his cock against the natural crevice of his body. "Give me details."
"I love the color of your skin when it's flushed — and wet," he said, sliding a hand down Kisumi's spine. "I love listening to you moan and watching your head drop back. I love that arch in your back and the way your body moves when you want more."
Kisumi's moan was soft and luscious, his body already moving with Asahi's.
"You're so fucking sexy when you're desperate."
"Asahi," he keened.
Asahi pushed down on Kisumi's hips, lowering him all the way onto the bed. He leaned over his back, still rutting against him, and brushed his fingers through his hair to kiss the back of his neck. Kisumi continued to raise his hips to meet Asahi's rocks, skin warm underneath him.
"You know what my favorite part is?" Asahi murmured, lips close to his ear.
"Tell me."
"I love it when you scream my name as you cum."
Kisumi's breath hitched as Asahi pulled back enough to catch his rim for the briefest moment when he dragged his hips forward again.
"Will you do that for me today, baby?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Spread those gorgeous legs a little more for me, precious."
Asahi nudged him with his knee, and Kisumi obediently opened up, allowing him more room. Asahi sat back again, using one hand to keep Kisumi down and the other to lick his fingers and slick them over his cock.
"You need to stop forgetting to get more lube," he murmured, breaking character for a moment to give his negligent partner the regular reminder, because they ended up in this situation more often than they didn't.
"I'm not the only one with a wallet," Kisumi shot back casually, eyes still closed.
"Baby, it's been your turn for the past three months. I'm not doing it for you again."
"I like it like this."
"You're crazy," Asahi said, shaking his head, because on the very off occasion that Kisumi declared he wanted to top, Asahi most definitely would not allow it if lube was not involved.
"My body's used to you."
"Okay. Don't cry to me the next time you're hurting."
"You're ruining the mood."
"Sorry, princess."
"Meaner."
The next slap was loud. "I'm comin' in, bitch."
Kisumi was halfway between a gasp and a laugh when Asahi shoved his cock into his ass with one quick thrust, which turned Kisumi's response into a loud wail.
"Fuck, Asahi!" he whined, picking his shoulders up to lean on his elbows, forehead still dropped against the bed. "Shit."
Asahi chuckled, hips now thrusting to a moderate tempo, palms pressing into the mattress on either side of Kisumi's waist. This was one of his favorites. He swore he could feel everything from here, and it burned his skin with pleasure, pumped his heart with adrenaline that sent double the hot blood flooding down through his stomach and into his cock.
"Don't tell me you're about to complain," Asahi teased, leaning down to nip at Kisumi's ear.
"Never." Kisumi's huff of a response turned into a small gasp as Asahi caught him with a deep thrust.
Asahi repeated the action and Kisumi's body tensed, head lifting back as his fingers gripped the sheets. It boiled his blood in the most pleasant way, watching Kisumi shudder and melt underneath him. His gasps weaved into his moans and they were loud every time Asahi rammed him hard, and pretty when he gave him quick, shallow teases.
He could get lost like that all day, they probably both could. It wasn't like they hadn't gotten close before. They had a few lazy days in their pocket when they'd done nothing but fuck all day in different spots around the apartment. Their combined stamina was unreal sometimes. They'd taken breaks during those times of course, and goodness gracious they were certainly far and in between. The last time had been maybe several months ago at this point? Asahi wouldn't mind another Saturday like that.
Start the day in bed, pause for a little breakfast, do a quick wet rump in the shower, maybe start on a movie and go back at it before the credits started to roll, and then it'd be time for lunch. Put that little pattern on repeat and throw in the kitchen counter top, some video games, a little toy time, delivery pizza, a couple of blow jobs, binging on their latest series, and end the night with one more fuck in bed. Yeah. That sounded like a decent Saturday.
"We should get some lube after this," he huffed, kissing the top of Kisumi's spine. At this point he was just letting his body do what it would and was hardly aware that he was completely breathless and dripping with sweat. He feasted on Kisumi's trap for a moment, groaning at the friction of Kisumi's walls flexing around his cock. "I'd like to fuck you all day today."
"If we — mmhm — leave to get lube," Kisumi breathed, "that means — oooh fuck — that means we'd have to stop."
"Just for a little bit." Asahi dragged his nose down to the middle of Kisumi's back, shoulders hunched as his thrusting picked up speed. The combined wet of their sweat and his precum made for an easy slide. The bed rocked underneath them.
Kisumi whined another shrill moan and stretched again, pushing his hips back, inviting Asahi deeper. "Nnng, Asahi."
"That good huh?"
Kisumi's body trembled from head to foot. His breathing turned shallow but heavy, his body suddenly restless, and he kept pushing back onto Asahi's cock, meeting his thrusts with a silent plea for more that was enhanced with an audible plea for more.
"Uugh, daddy, don't stop. Don't stop. Yes!" He buried his face in the sheets with a dry sob.
Asahi's eyes fluttered close, his body so hot he was shivering. He bit Kisumi's tender skin, earning a whimper that started the cascade that pooled low in his groin. He whispered a delicious curse, shivering some more.
"You ready to cum, baby?"
"Mmmhm, make me cum," Kisumi whined, voice muffled by the mattress.
Asahi fisted the sheets and hovered high over Kisumi's back, hips picking up until he was ramming him with a relentless aggression that Kisumi could not keep up with. It was loud, both because of their bodies slapping together and Kisumi's wailing into the bed.
"Fucking take this dick, slut. You asked for it."
"Oh god yes!" Kisumi cried. "Fuck me!"
"Still glad you woke me up, you dirty bitch?"
Kisumi moaned. He received another slap to the ass with a tremble, and Asahi dipped his head with a wanton groan, swooping in and out of ecstasy for several moments. His fingers curled down Kisumi's back, palm pressing low.
"Fuck," he gasped. It felt like the belly drop on a roller coaster. "You better finish before me, you fucking whore."
Kisumi made another noise of desperation. His hips couldn't keep the same pace as Asahi's, but he continued to rut against the bed, responding to the needy call of his own cock, while Asahi pounded him from behind, and the more the seconds went by, the louder and more ragged his breathing became, most especially when Asahi growled another slur at him. His body rolled, head lifting from the bed with the most intense tremble yet.
"Oh fuck, Asahi!" he gasped. "Fuck, fuck yes, oooh god …"
Asahi trembled too, falling over him, unable to hold it back anymore. His hips continued to buck as he slid a desperate grip into Kisumi's hair and huffed in his ear.
"Say my name, baby. Say my name."
"Ah-A-Asahii!"
All it took was one good contraction around Asahi's cock, and he was right behind him, burying his groan into Kisumi's shoulder, cum gushing out hot and heavy, making Kisumi moan another, "Fuck yes," into the ether. Asahi shuddered, lost in the euphoria for a good long while it seemed, body still moving of its own accord. It slowed progressively until he was left finishing with deep long thrusts, pushing his seed deep and holding onto Kisumi's shivers. He filled him up alright. Though, that was always the case when Kisumi asked for it. Asahi wasn't short on semen by any means. Kisumi apparently was a fan.
It took a while, was the point, and then Asahi's body sank, laying over top of Kisumi in sweaty, blissful exhaustion. And Kisumi wasn't at all eager to move him, comfortable, it seemed, under Asahi's weight, and they just panted and breathed for a while.
He kissed the back of Kisumi's neck and shoulders several times, hand sliding up and down his side to sooth any tension that was left. When he finally lifted his hips to pull out, they both shuddered, and Asahi's cum leaked out just a moment after. Kisumi shivered and made a noise in his throat.
"God, Asahi," he mumbled as Asahi leaned over him to grab the wipes they kept by the bed. He gently cleaned up the mess, and Kisumi sighed. "I swear if I was a woman, we'd have forty-seven kids by now."
Asahi chuckled. "Only forty-seven?"
"Mmhm. More than that is too many."
"More than forty-seven kids is too many. Got it." He nodded. "Well, you're not a woman, and I can't promise you forty-seven kids, but I'll make you a baby someday."
Kisumi lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder with a twinkling smile. "Really?"
Asahi chuckled and stretched over him to press a kiss to his lips. "Anything for my princess."
Kisumi's hum of satisfaction was pure music. He turned over and Asahi tossed the crumpled wipes to the side, hands running up Kisumi's damp skin as they both stretched out and tangled heir legs together, kissing all the while. Asahi raked his fingers through Kisumi's hair, pushed it out of his face. He gave him one more peck on the lips and another on the nose. Kisumi smiled, eyes closed, until Asahi rested his head on the pillow beside him. Then he opened them again, and they twinkled with allure in the morning light.
"I want a boy," he said, "with your hair and my smile."
Asahi smiled, fingers still roaming those wavy pink locks. "Okay."
"And a little mixed baby. A girl, with wild curly hair, and big, beautiful, dark eyes."
Asahi chuckled. "Is that all?"
"Yes, for now. But we have to spoil them, okay?"
"Well, we can't spoil them too much. Or else they'll turn out like you."
Kisumi scoffed and punched him in the shoulder. Asahi snickered. "I am perfectly pleasant, thank you."
"Mmm, yes, perfectly pleasant, perfectly adorable, and a perfect pain in my ass."
"That's because you're too tight," Kisumi said, nudging his thigh up between Asahi's. "You don't let me fuck you often enough."
"You don't want to fuck me, cum whore."
"Gasp." Kisumi's lips turned up into a devilish little grin. "You know just what to say to turn me on."
"Who turned you off?"
Kisumi hummed a giggle as Asahi gave him another kiss. He slid his hand down Asahi's thigh, tucking his fingers under his knee, and pulled his leg up over his hip. He gave the back of Asahi's leg a tap.
"I do love your cum. But if you want to fuck all day today, you gotta give me at least one."
"Fine. But lube first."
"Breakfast first."
"You said you ate already."
"I'm hungry again."
Asahi tched, still raking Kisumi's hair back. "So make me something then."
Kisumi pulled up an innocent smile and closed his eyes, head tilted back as he enjoyed the pull of Asahi's fingers. "You know I don't cook."
"You are spoiled rotten." He kissed Kisumi's chin. "Rotten. You hear me? What do you want?" he asked, rolling off the bed.
"Waffles," Kisumi sang.
"Of course," Asahi sighed, slipping his boxers back on. He just caught Kisumi poking out a pouting lip. "What?"
"You don't want to cook naked?"
"One should never cook naked."
Kisumi gave a kittenish tilt to his head, now watching Asahi upside down from his back. "That's never stopped you before."
"I always cover up the goods." He leaned over and blew a raspberry into Kisumi's stomach. He squealed a laugh, kicking his feet. Asahi brushed his fingers through his hair one last time before turning away. "Come sit and watch me."
"Only if you're naked."
"I'll leave the guns out."
"Fine."
They transitioned to the kitchen and Kisumi sat on a stool over the bar, watching from the window above the sink. Asahi pulled everything out, and went through the motion to tug his ring off of his left hand, but stopped and had a mild panic attack when he realized it wasn't there. His eyes darted to the dish he usually put it in next to the sink when he was cooking, but it wasn't there either. The kitchen was the only place he ever took it off.
His eyes immediately scanned the countertops, the floor, pushing things out of the way, lifting them up and putting them back down. Kisumi propped his chin in his palm and watched quietly, a tiny smirk pulling up in the corner of his lips.
"Lose something?"
"Where's my ring?"
Kisumi waved a hand over to a ring box sitting on the end of the counter. Asahi's heart dropped out of his stomach with relief as he peeked inside and saw two familiar gold wedding bands. The one that wasn't his was lined with diamonds, and he was surprised at himself. Usually, he was quick to get on Kisumi for not having it on. He was much more particular about not getting it dirty, and thus would leave it lying around willy-nilly.
Asahi puffed out a breath and returned to what he was doing. "You trying to say you want a divorce?"
Kisumi smiled. "I'm surprised it took you so long to notice it was gone."
"Why are they in a box?"
"I'm getting them cleaned," Kisumi stated. "Nice things need to be maintained."
"Have we been married long enough to warrant getting our rings cleaned already?"
"I get it done once a month. You just never notice. Also, we've been married for almost three years, thank you."
"Almost three?" Asahi raised an eyebrow as he mixed waffle batter into a bowl. "Does that mean I need to start worrying about our anniversary?"
Kisumi reached a hand into the chocolate chip bag the very moment Asahi broke it open. He stole a handful and tossed them back into his mouth. "Did you forget?"
"No, I didn't forget."
"What's the date then?"
"November 7th," Asahi said with a smug smile that Kisumi rolled his eyes at.
He smirked to himself and turned his attention back on the chocolate chip bag. "You only know that because you were the one who planned the trip to New York."
"You say that like you didn't appreciate it."
Kisumi turned up his smile, looking to Asahi with cunning purple eyes. "I would have appreciated it more if you had asked me to marry you then."
"But you asked me. So, I didn't need to."
"I asked you, because I knew you weren't going to think to ask me, because I know you don't plan that far ahead. And also, I wanted a legal marriage."
"I took you to a Knicks game, in New York City, just for the hell of it, and I planned it all myself. You're going to complain?"
Kisumi chuckled and leaned over the counter with his lips puckered for a kiss. Asahi took one with greatly warranted arrogance. "Of course I'm not going to complain. That was the best vacation of my life. You know what would have made it better?"
Asahi raised an eyebrow, attention back on the waffle batter.
"If you had proposed to me at the game and we got eloped the next day."
"Well, you proposed, and we did get eloped. So I don't know what your problem is." He tossed his own handful of chocolate chips into his mouth and winked at his husband. "Teamwork, right?"
Kisumi's eyes glittered on Asahi, his smile warm, and he shook his head to himself in that way that he did when he was both exasperated by Asahi and fully adored him at the same time.
"I love you."
Asahi pursed his lips, peering into Kisumi's eyes as he thought good and hard about the man across from him. He let a long swell of silence go by before he clicked his tongue. "Alright," he sighed, giving in. "I'll bang you on the counter after breakfast, and then we'll go get the lube."
Kisumi flashed his teeth. "Perfect."
He was having a nice dream. One of those ones he wouldn't have minded never waking up from. It felt real for the longest time, and it took all the weight of responsibility off of his shoulders. He just got to sit and bask and be comfortable in it. But of course, the moment he woke up, every detail about it went hazy and it became a moment that dissolved in the back of his mind.
It was slow-going though. The boundary between that dream and reality blurred together, and he couldn't tell which way was up or down. He just felt a body crawling over his, snaking its way up underneath the warmth of the duvet he was buried in. Fingers brushed his legs and then touched his stomach, and by the time he blearily squinted his eyes open, Kisumi's pink hair popped out of the covers over his sternum. Those shining purple eyes lifted to his, glimmering with coy innocence and a pleading that Asahi was well familiar with. Kisumi's lips stretched up into a smile when he saw that he'd been successful in waking his sleeping partner, and he pushed himself up to hover over Asahi's body, leveling their faces to smile directly down at him.
It wasn't the worst thing to wake up to.
Asahi sighed and brushed a hand down his face with a yawn. "What're you doing?" he mumbled.
"Good morning," Kisumi greeted, settling his weight on Asahi's pelvis, knees tucked up against his sides. He kept his palms on Asahi's stomach, fingers lightly tracing his abs.
Asahi squinted one eye over at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eight-thirty. He exhaled again and looked back up. "Why are you waking me up before ten? It's Saturday."
Kisumi bit at his bottom lip. He walked his fingers up to Asahi's chest, and then slid them slowly back down his skin. "I've been awake for hours. I'm bored."
Asahi knew already Kisumi was just rattling off an excuse to avoid directly answering the question.
"You're bored?"
Kisumi nodded, knees lightly squeezing his waist.
Asahi pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow. "You're sure that's the only reason?"
Kisumi didn't even try to hide his smile, but he also didn't answer, just stroked the skin around Asahi's navel.
"You could have made me breakfast, if you were that bored," Asahi said, comfortably stuffing his hands behind his head and allowing his eyes to admire Kisumi's morning look.
He hadn't done anything with his hair yet. So it was a bit of a mess, and Asahi would have been willing to bet that was a choice. Kisumi knew Asahi liked it when his hair was messy. He also hadn't bothered to put any actual clothes on yet, so was just sitting on top of Asahi in an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of black boxer-briefs.
"I already ate."
"I said you could have made me breakfast, dipshit."
Kisumi poked out a pouting lip, leaning forward a bit as he applied more pressure with his hands and massaged Asahi's torso. "What's the point in that, if I don't get to eat with you?"
"You've never heard of breakfast in bed?"
"That's for moms with five-year-olds."
Asahi nodded. "Ah, I see. So you wouldn't want me to ever make you breakfast in bed."
Kisumi dropped his jaw. "I didn't say that."
Asahi chuckled, one hand slipping out from behind his head to get a comfortable hold on Kisumi's thigh. He allowed his thumb to rub circles into the taut muscles just under his warm skin. "So you won't do it for me, but you'd expect me to do it for you?"
Kisumi hummed an amused breath, hair hanging down as he leaned forward. "Of course."
Asahi smiled. "Of course."
He accepted Kisumi's kiss gratefully, already having long forgotten the warm little dream he apparently did not want to leave. If he could wake up like this every morning, he wouldn't mind being pulled out of his dreams.
Kisumi's kiss was eager, though he could tell he was tempering himself, holding a good amount of enthusiasm back. Asahi sighed through his nose, accepting the tender bites to his lips, the fervent greeting of Kisumi's tongue glancing over his. It zipped through his spine with tingles of pleasure, already pulsing in the very spot Kisumi was sitting. It was amusing, and Asahi chuckled, because Kisumi was very good at this game. He was the master at doing and saying exactly the right things to get whatever he wanted, especially from Asahi, and knowing just where to place himself was very much a part of that. Asahi wondered how much time Kisumi spent thinking about these things, or if it was just second-nature.
Asahi's other hand lifted to brush Kisumi's hair back and he pulled away from the kiss with a grin.
"I was having a really good dream, you know."
Kisumi kept his face close, touching the tip of his nose to Asahi's as he very subtly began to rock his hips. "Yeah?"
"Mmhm."
"What was it about?"
"I don't remember. You made me forget already. Now I'm never going to be able to tell you about it."
"Oh no," Kisumi moaned, not bothered in the slightest. He kissed Asahi's lips again. "Was I in the dream?"
"Mmm," Asahi hummed, accepting two more kisses, pretending as though he was thinking very hard about it, when in all actuality, he was just reveling in the tickling pleasure rolling around in his stomach like small waves breaking the shoreline as Kisumi's body slowly ground against his, gradually increasing the friction between them.
"I don't know. You might have been. What would you say if you weren't?"
Kisumi huffed half a chuckle through his nose and placed a kiss on Asahi's chin. "It wasn't a good dream if I wasn't in it."
"Oh ho, is that so?"
"Yes."
"But what if I was eating a really good pork cutlet bowl?"
Kisumi scoffed. "Don't insult me. That doesn't even compare."
"No? You think you're better than a really good pork cutlet bowl?"
Kisumi hummed through a grin and lightly nipped at Asahi's bottom lip, his movements less subtle now as he rolled his body and pulled his pelvis forward. Asahi sighed.
"I know I'm better than a pork cutlet bowl, Asahi."
"Alright," Asahi said, voice a little breathless already. His hands slid up Kisumi's thighs, the tips of his fingers poking underneath the hem of his underwear. His body was already moving in response to Kisumi's, pulling up to meet his slow grind. "I'll give you partial agreement, since you're so confident. If it's a really good pork cutlet bowl, then you're about fifty-fifty."
"Fifty-fifty?" Kisumi exclaimed. "You would rather have a pork cutlet bowl than me?"
"It'd have to be really good."
"Really good nothing," Kisumi scoffed. "There's no comparison. And if you think there is, then I can leave right now and you can UberEats your stinkin' pork cutlet bowl."
Asahi snickered and tightened his grip when Kisumi began to lift his weight. "I'm joking, Kisumi." He sat up and gave his partner a full, passionate kiss in apology, though he smiled through the whole thing, and he knew Kisumi was well aware that he was teasing him. He slid one hand up Kisumi's back through his shirt and grabbed his ass with the other, encouraging the sweet rocking motion to continue.
Kisumi's sigh was light. His hands slid up Asahi's neck.
"I'll take you over a pork cutlet bowl any day," Asahi murmured against his lips.
Kisumi smirked. "That's what I thought."
He loosened the reins on his kiss and his tongue became more eager, body moving in tandem as his grinding hips picked up with great enthusiasm and sent a thrill of a shudder through Asahi's body.
He could feel Kisumi's boner against his stomach, and his own wasn't all that far from peak excitement, growing in response to the pressure of Kisumi's body rutting so fervently against his. Their breathing shortened, tongues lapping hungrily against each other with each passing moment, as the subtlety of the moment was lost and thrown carelessly to the side in favor of raw pleasure.
Kisumi moaned. "Asahi."
Asahi was well aware of that tone, of the pleading inflection behind it. It was the same yawning desire he'd found in Kisumi's eyes the moment he had woken up. His partner was very good at getting what he wanted, even through a simple moan.
Asahi slid his hand through the waistband of Kisumi's underwear, giving his ass a good pinch before he felt his way around the familiar space and pushed in two fingers.
Kisumi shuddered out a whine, back arching, and sighed back into another famished kiss, his fingers raking through Asahi's hair as his movements adjusted to the new presence and began to grind harder. Asahi curled his fingers, feeling around in Kisumi's body, searching the warm walls of his flesh for his prostate, which made Kisumi gasp with pleasure and tremble from head to foot.
His head tilted back after a moment, eyes closing as he was swept up in the gratification, voice moaning toward the ceiling as he rode Asahi's fingers and continued to shiver even more violently when Asahi's mouth began to search the canvas of his neck. His arms clung to Asahi's head like it was the only thing keeping him afloat, fingers gripping his hair tightly, and the sharp little tugs they gave just rippled through Asahi's body with yet more eagerness that pulsed down in that sweet spot. He groaned into Kisumi's skin and lightly grazed his neck with his teeth.
"More," Kisumi breathed, hardly louder than a whisper. "More, Asahi. I want your dick now."
Asahi laughed, though it came out half as a moan muffled by Kisumi's skin. "Already?"
Kisumi pushed on Asahi's chest and slipped his hands down between them into Asahi's boxers, pumping his shaft impatiently as he pulled it out.
"Yes, right now," Kisumi responded, covering Asahi's moan with another fervent kiss. "I told you, I've been awake for hours."
He yanked his shirt off over his head while Asahi pulled Kisumi's underwear from his waist as far down as he could. Kisumi licked his fingers and pumped the slickness onto Asahi's cock a few times, before guiding it to his ass and sliding seamlessly onto it. They both groaned. Asahi's whole body rippled with yearning, and Kisumi was quick to immediately get back into motion.
His body was something Asahi would never get tired of. He felt like he belonged in it, everything fit so perfectly, with just the right amount of both slack and friction. It made his body shiver with an erotic pleasure that was intoxicating, like a drug. Everything always fell away from the edges of the universe when he was with Kisumi like this, and all that was left behind was the world they had created together, and that was just fine with him. He never needed anything else, and that was just as well too, because Kisumi liked to frequent this space often.
He had a gorgeous voice, unfiltered with a soft tune and clever tongue. He knew exactly what ways to keen and moan to feed Asahi's excitement, and he was never one to hold back anything. "Oh fuck yes," never sounded more innocent than when it was sung in Kisumi's lilting spring voice in the midst of riding Asahi's cock. And Asahi paid him in gratitude with a string of kisses across his collarbone, sighing and humming with pleasure as he listened to the melody of moaning whimpers that followed.
His pretty, pink partner was really working his body this morning, as though he hadn't seen sex in years. He was grinding with a desperation that made Asahi flush from head to toe, and a prickle of sweat already started to form on his hairline. His own body wasn't particularly awake enough to keep up, but that wasn't at all a problem. Kisumi filled a lot of roles in bed, and when he was this kind of wanting, power bottom was one of them. Asahi never minded working with that, and he in fact rather enjoyed sitting pretty and letting Kisumi take the reins sometimes. He liked to take those moments to really feel out Kisumi's figure, run his hands up and down his back and his legs, read all the little flexes of his muscles as they moved, collect the silky film of perspiration breaking over Kisumi's skin. He liked to kiss him wherever he could reach him and bury his nose in his skin and close his eyes and just feel, and gods it was something fantastic.
He hummed again, kissing Kisumi's sternum, and dragged a hand down his side as Kisumi rode him more aggressively. "You were thirsty, huh?"
Kisumi moaned, a dry sob catching in his throat, "Mmhm."
Asahi lifted his chin to kiss his throat. "How long have you been waiting for me, baby?"
"Nugh … Too long."
"Did you try to get yourself off?"
Kisumi nodded, pulling on the back of Asahi's hair. "God yes."
Asahi groaned, cock pulsing, sending waves of tremors through his body. He was certainly awake now. "Did you find a toy to put in that pretty little ass?" he breathed, giving Kisumi's butt cheek a slap.
Kisumi moaned. "Fuck. You know they don't compare to you, Asahi. One more."
Asahi popped him again, this time a little harder, earning a desperate gasp that sent a pleasant tingle down his neck. Kisumi dropped his head back again, back arching beautifully.
"Jesus, what a slut," Asahi chuckled, analyzing the lust on every inch of Kisumi's face.
A sly little smile slid over Kisumi's lips. His gaze was sharp when he opened his eyes just enough to catch Asahi's gaze. He draped his arms over his shoulders, pulling himself in close, his movements slowing into a more sensual and deeper rhythm. Asahi shuddered, keeping Kisumi's gaze as he pressed their foreheads together.
"You trying to make this quick?"
"You seemed a little desperate."
Kisumi smirked and closed his eyes again. He huffed a laugh. "I refuse to cum before you fuck me into next week."
"Is that a request?"
"A little one."
"Want me to fill you up today?"
"To the brim please."
Asahi smiled and stole a kiss. "Fucking whore."
Kisumi moaned and shivered with pleasure. "Save it for the end, my love."
"Show me that ass, baby."
Kisumi's body slowed to a stop and he raised himself up gently, pausing to shudder as Asahi's cock slipped out of him. Asahi gave him one more kiss on the throat, then released his hold and raked Kisumi's body with hungry eyes as he shimmied out of his underwear completely and tossed them to the side. Then he turned his back to Asahi and stretched forward like a cat, sliding his palms across the sheets and raising his ass confidently with a low dip in his back. For sure, if he had a tail, it'd be swishing tauntingly in Asahi's face right now.
Asahi bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, peeking around to catch a glimpse of the smirk he already knew Kisumi was wearing. The pink-haired menace casually rested his temple on his arms and looked back over his shoulder with sinful eyes and an innocent smile.
"You are too pretty to be so evil." Asahi smirked.
"I didn't do a thing," he said sweetly.
"You're far too aware of how enticing you are."
Kisumi hummed a chuckle. "You prefer me to be a limp fish?"
Asahi's grin stretched and he shook his head, turning his attention back to the pretty round cheeks in front of him. He gave one a kiss, then slid his hands up from the back of Kisumi's thighs to massage his firm muscles, spreading his ass open to get a good look at that welcoming back door. He gave it a good lick, allowing his tongue to dip inside a little more than a few times, reveling in the carnal moans that lifted from the bed up front. He decided to spend a small moment pleasuring Kisumi with his many talents, alternating between using his tongue and his fingers, until Kisumi really started to push back on him and filled his ears with pleading whines. He kissed Kisumi's hole, after several minutes of this, and gave him another slap on the butt before sitting up on his knees.
"And you call me evil," Kisumi said breathlessly, one rosy cheek now pressed flat against the bed while his fingers gripped the sheets.
Asahi smirked. "You enjoyed it."
"Thoroughly."
"Too much?"
"I told you I'm not cumming until you fuck me."
"You're a resilient little shit, aren't you?"
Kisumi shot a look at him and failed to fight back a laugh. "You're really trying."
Asahi laid his hands on his ass again and gave him another pop. "I like watching you struggle."
Kisumi sighed, eyes fluttering close when Asahi rocked his cock against the natural crevice of his body. "Give me details."
"I love the color of your skin when it's flushed — and wet," he said, sliding a hand down Kisumi's spine. "I love listening to you moan and watching your head drop back. I love that arch in your back and the way your body moves when you want more."
Kisumi's moan was soft and luscious, his body already moving with Asahi's.
"You're so fucking sexy when you're desperate."
"Asahi," he keened.
Asahi pushed down on his hips, lowering him all the way onto the bed. He leaned over his back, still rutting against him, and brushed his fingers through his hair to kiss the back of his neck. Kisumi continued to raise his hips to meet Asahi's rocks, skin warm underneath him.
"You know what my favorite part is?" Asahi murmured, lips close to his ear.
"Tell me."
"I love it when you scream my name as you cum."
Kisumi's breath hitched as Asahi pulled back enough to catch his rim for the briefest moment when he dragged his hips forward again.
"Will you do that for me today, baby?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Spread those gorgeous legs a little more for me, precious."
Asahi nudged him with his knee, and Kisumi obediently opened up, allowing him more room. Asahi sat back again, using one hand to keep Kisumi down and the other to lick his fingers and slick them over his cock.
"You need to stop forgetting to get more lube," he murmured, breaking character for a moment to give his negligent partner the regular reminder, because they ended up in this situation more often than they didn't.
"I'm not the only one with a wallet," Kisumi shot back casually, eyes still closed.
"Baby, it's been your turn for the past three months. I'm not doing it for you again."
"I like it like this."
"You're crazy," Asahi said, shaking his head, because on the very off occasion that Kisumi declared he wanted to top, Asahi most definitely would not allow it if lube was not involved.
"My body's used to you."
"Okay. Don't cry to me the next time you're hurting."
"You're ruining the mood."
"Sorry, princess."
"Meaner."
The next slap was loud. "I'm comin' in, bitch."
Kisumi was halfway between a gasp and a laugh when Asahi shoved his cock into his ass with one quick thrust, which turned Kisumi's response into a loud wail.
"Fuck, Asahi!" he whined, picking his shoulders up to lean on his elbows, forehead still dropped against the bed. "Shit."
Asahi chuckled, hips now thrusting to a moderate tempo, palms pressing into the mattress on either side of Kisumi's waist. This was one of his favorites. He swore he could feel everything from here, and it burned his skin with pleasure, pumped his heart with adrenaline that sent double the hot blood flooding down through his stomach and into his cock.
"Don't tell me you're about to complain," Asahi teased, leaning down to nip at Kisumi's ear.
"Never." Kisumi's huff of a response turned into a small gasp as Asahi caught him with a deep thrust.
Asahi repeated the action and Kisumi's body tensed, head lifting back as his fingers gripped the sheets. It boiled his blood in the most pleasant way, watching Kisumi shudder and melt underneath him. His gasps weaved into his moans and they were loud every time Asahi rammed him hard, and pretty when he gave him quick, shallow teases.
He could get lost like that all day, they probably both could. It wasn't like they hadn't gotten close before. They had a few lazy days in their pocket when they'd done nothing but fuck all day in different spots around the apartment. Their combined stamina was unreal sometimes. They'd taken breaks during those times of course, and goodness gracious they were certainly far and few between. The last time had been maybe several months ago at this point? Asahi wouldn't mind another Saturday like that.
Start the day in bed, pause for a little breakfast, do a quick wet rump in the shower, maybe start on a movie and go back at it before the credits started to roll, and then it'd be time for lunch. Put that little pattern on repeat and throw in the kitchen counter top, some video games, a little toy time, delivery pizza, a couple of blow jobs, binging on their latest series, and end the night with one more fuck in bed. Yeah. That sounded like a decent Saturday.
"We should get some lube after this," he huffed, kissing the top of Kisumi's spine. At this point he was just letting his body do what it would and was hardly aware that he was completely breathless and dripping with sweat. He feasted on Kisumi's trap for a moment, groaning at the friction of Kisumi's walls flexing around his cock. "I'd like to fuck you all day today."
"If we — mmhm — leave to get lube," Kisumi breathed, "that means — oooh fuck — that means we'd have to stop."
"Just for a little bit." Asahi dragged his nose down to the middle of Kisumi's back, shoulders hunched as his thrusting picked up speed. The combined wet of their sweat and his precum made for an easy slide. The bed rocked underneath them.
Kisumi whined another shrill moan and stretched again, pushing his hips back, inviting Asahi deeper. "Nnng, Asahi."
"That good huh?"
Kisumi's body trembled from head to foot. His breathing turned shallow but heavy, his body suddenly restless, and he kept pushing back onto Asahi's cock, meeting his thrusts with a silent plea for more that was enhanced with an audible plea for more.
"Uugh, daddy, don't stop. Don't stop. Yes!" He buried his face in the sheets with a dry sob.
Asahi's eyes fluttered close, his body so hot he was shivering. He bit Kisumi's tender skin, earning a whimper that started the cascade that pooled low in his groin. He whispered a delicious curse, shivering some more.
"You ready to cum, baby?"
"Mmmhm, make me cum," Kisumi whined, voice muffled by the mattress.
Asahi fisted the sheets and hovered high over Kisumi's back, hips picking up until he was ramming him with a relentless aggression that Kisumi could not keep up with. It was loud, both because of their bodies slapping together and Kisumi's wailing into the bed.
"Fucking take this dick, slut. You asked for it."
"Oh god yes!" Kisumi cried. "Fuck me!"
"Still glad you woke me up, you dirty bitch?"
Kisumi moaned. He received another slap to the ass with a tremble, and Asahi dipped his head with a wanton groan, swooping in and out of ecstasy for several moments. His fingers curled down Kisumi's back, palm pressing low.
"Fuck," he gasped. It felt like the belly drop on a roller coaster. "You better finish before me, you fucking whore."
Kisumi made another noise of desperation. His hips couldn't keep the same pace as Asahi's, but he continued to rut against the bed, responding to the needy call of his own cock, while Asahi pounded him from behind, and the more the seconds went by, the louder and more ragged his breathing became, most especially when Asahi growled another slur at him. His body rolled, head lifting from the bed with the most intense tremble yet.
"Oh fuck, Asahi!" he gasped. "Fuck, fuck yes, oooh god …"
Asahi trembled too, falling over him, unable to hold it back anymore. His hips continued to buck as he slid a desperate grip into Kisumi's hair and huffed in his ear.
"Say my name, baby. Say my name."
"Ah-A-Asahii!"
All it took was one good contraction around Asahi's cock, and he was right behind him, burying his groan into Kisumi's shoulder, cum gushing out hot and heavy, making Kisumi moan another, "Fuck yes," into the ether. Asahi shuddered, lost in the euphoria for a good long while it seemed, body still moving of its own accord. It slowed progressively until he was left finishing with deep long thrusts, pushing his seed deep and holding onto Kisumi's shivers. He filled him up alright. Though, that was always the case when Kisumi asked for it. Asahi wasn't short on semen by any means. Kisumi apparently was a fan.
It took a while, was the point, and then Asahi's body sank, laying over top of Kisumi in sweaty, blissful exhaustion. And Kisumi wasn't at all eager to move him, comfortable, it seemed, under Asahi's weight, and they just panted and breathed for a while.
He kissed the back of Kisumi's neck and shoulders several times, hand sliding up and down his side to sooth any tension that was left. When he finally lifted his hips to pull out, they both shuddered, and Asahi's cum leaked out just a moment after. Kisumi shivered and made a noise in his throat.
"God, Asahi," he mumbled as Asahi leaned over him to grab the wipes they kept by the bed. He gently cleaned up the mess, and Kisumi sighed. "I swear if I was a woman, we'd have forty-seven kids by now."
Asahi chuckled. "Only forty-seven?"
"Mmhm. More than that is too many."
"More than forty-seven kids is too many. Got it." He nodded. "Well, you're not a woman, and I can't promise you forty-seven kids, but I'll make you a baby someday."
Kisumi lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder with a twinkling smile. "Really?"
Asahi chuckled and stretched over him to press a kiss to his lips. "Anything for my princess."
Kisumi's hum of satisfaction was pure music. He turned over and Asahi tossed the crumpled wipes to the side, hands running up Kisumi's damp skin as they both stretched out and tangled heir legs together, kissing all the while. Asahi raked his fingers through Kisumi's hair, pushed it out of his face. He gave him one more peck on the lips and another on the nose. Kisumi smiled, eyes closed, until Asahi rested his head on the pillow beside him. Then he opened them again, and they twinkled with allure in the morning light.
"I want a boy," he said, "with your hair and my smile."
Asahi smiled, fingers still roaming those wavy pink locks. "Okay."
"And a little mixed baby. A girl, with wild curly hair, and big, beautiful, dark eyes."
Asahi chuckled. "Is that all?"
"Yes, for now. But we have to spoil them, okay?"
"Well, we can't spoil them too much. Or else they'll turn out like you."
Kisumi scoffed and punched him in the shoulder. Asahi snickered. "I am perfectly pleasant, thank you."
"Mmm, yes, perfectly pleasant, perfectly adorable, and a perfect pain in my ass."
"That's because you're too tight," Kisumi said, nudging his thigh up between Asahi's. "You don't let me fuck you often enough."
"You don't want to fuck me, cum whore."
"Gasp." Kisumi's lips turned up into a devilish little grin. "You know just what to say to turn me on."
"Who turned you off?"
Kisumi hummed a giggle as Asahi gave him another kiss. He slid his hand down Asahi's thigh, tucking his fingers under his knee, and pulled his leg up over his hip. He gave the back of Asahi's leg a tap.
"I do love your cum. But if you want to fuck all day today, you gotta give me at least one."
"Fine. But lube first."
"Breakfast first."
"You said you ate already."
"I'm hungry again."
Asahi tched, still raking Kisumi's hair back. "So make me something then."
Kisumi pulled up an innocent smile and closed his eyes, head tilted back as he enjoyed the pull of Asahi's fingers. "You know I don't cook."
"You are spoiled rotten." He kissed Kisumi's chin. "Rotten. You hear me? What do you want?" he asked, rolling off the bed.
"Waffles," Kisumi sang.
"Of course," Asahi sighed, slipping his boxers back on. He just caught Kisumi poking out a pouting lip. "What?"
"You don't want to cook naked?"
"One should never cook naked."
Kisumi gave a kittenish tilt to his head, now watching Asahi upside down from his back. "That's never stopped you before."
"I always cover up the goods." He leaned over and blew a raspberry into Kisumi's stomach. He squealed a laugh, kicking his feet. Asahi brushed his fingers through his hair one last time before turning away. "Come sit and watch me."
"Only if you're naked."
"I'll leave the guns out."
"Fine."
They transitioned to the kitchen and Kisumi sat on a stool over the bar, watching from the window above the sink. Asahi pulled everything out, and went through the motion to tug his ring off of his left hand, but stopped and had a mild panic attack when he realized it wasn't there. His eyes darted to the dish he usually put it in next to the sink when he was cooking, but it wasn't there either. The kitchen was the only place he ever took it off.
His eyes immediately scanned the countertops, the floor, pushing things out of the way, lifting them up and putting them back down. Kisumi propped his chin in his palm and watched quietly, a tiny smirk pulling up in the corner of his lips.
"Lose something?"
"Where's my ring?"
Kisumi waved a hand over to a ring box sitting on the end of the counter. Asahi's heart dropped out of his stomach with relief as he peeked inside and saw two familiar gold wedding bands. The one that wasn't his was lined with diamonds, and he was surprised at himself. Usually, he was quick to get on Kisumi for not having it on. He was much more particular about not getting it dirty, and thus would leave it lying around willy-nilly.
Asahi puffed out a breath and returned to what he was doing. "You trying to say you want a divorce?"
Kisumi smiled. "I'm surprised it took you so long to notice it was gone."
"Why are they in a box?"
"I'm getting them cleaned," Kisumi stated. "Nice things need to be maintained."
"Have we been married long enough to warrant getting our rings cleaned already?"
"I get it done once a month. You just never notice. Also, we've been married for almost three years, thank you."
"Almost three?" Asahi raised an eyebrow as he mixed waffle batter into a bowl. "Does that mean I need to start worrying about our anniversary?"
Kisumi reached a hand into the chocolate chip bag the very moment Asahi broke it open. He stole a handful and tossed them back into his mouth. "Did you forget?"
"No, I didn't forget."
"What's the date then?"
"November 7th," Asahi said with a smug smile that Kisumi rolled his eyes at.
He smirked to himself and turned his attention back on the chocolate chip bag. "You only know that because you were the one who planned the trip to New York."
"You say that like you didn't appreciate it."
Kisumi turned up his smile, looking to Asahi with cunning purple eyes. "I would have appreciated it more if you had asked me to marry you then."
"But you asked me. So, I didn't need to."
"I asked you, because I knew you weren't going to think to ask me, because I know you don't plan that far ahead. And also, I wanted a legal marriage."
"I took you to a Knicks game, in New York City, just for the hell of it, and I planned it all myself. You're going to complain?"
Kisumi chuckled and leaned over the counter with his lips puckered for a kiss. Asahi took one with greatly warranted arrogance. "Of course I'm not going to complain. That was the best vacation of my life. You know what would have made it better?"
Asahi raised an eyebrow, attention back on the waffle batter.
"If you had proposed to me at the game and we got eloped the next day."
"Well, you proposed, and we did get eloped. So I don't know what your problem is." He tossed his own handful of chocolate chips into his mouth and winked at his husband. "Teamwork, right?"
Kisumi's eyes glittered on Asahi, his smile warm, and he shook his head to himself in that way that he did when he was both exasperated by Asahi and fully adored him at the same time.
"I love you."
Asahi pursed his lips, peering into Kisumi's eyes as he thought good and hard about the man across from him. He let a long swell of silence go by before he clicked his tongue. "Alright," he sighed, giving in. "I'll bang you on the counter after breakfast, and then we'll go get the lube."
Kisumi flashed his teeth. "Perfect."