Kisumi's phone went off on their way up to check out at the convenience store. He pulled it out of his pocket, and the moment Asahi caught a glimpse of the caller ID, he shook his head and snatched the phone out of his hand.

"Noo~ no, no, nope."

Kisumi was already arguing over him with a whine. "Asahi, it might be important."

"It's never important. We have plans. We have plans," he repeated into the phone, loud and clear as he answered it, and then hung up immediately.

Kisumi scoffed. "You are so mean to him."

"He needs to get his own life, is what needs to happen."

"He and Ikuya —"

"He and Ikuya. He and Ikuya. Hiyori and Ikuya are always going through shit," Asahi droned, dropping their desired purchases on the counter. "It's not your job to be Tono's therapist. He needs to suck it the fuck up and give Ikuya space."

Kisumi clicked his tongue with an eye-roll, but he knew Asahi was right, which was why he didn't respond. The girl at the counter rung up the bags of chips, the pack of baby wipes, and the chocolate milk first, then paused after scanning the giant bottle of lube and glanced between them.

"We're having a sale on condoms," she said dryly, looking mostly to Kisumi, as Asahi was distracted by the packets of gum underneath the counter. "Half off with this." She pointed to the bottle, and Kisumi pursed his lips thoughtfully for all of half a second.

"Hmm, nah. I'll pass. Unless you want to invite someone over," he added with a smirk in Asahi's direction.

Asahi slapped a pack of gum on the counter with the rest of their purchases and gave the other man a flat glare. "Don't start with that."

A pleased glitter of teasing lit up Kisumi's eyes. "Oh come on, it'd be fun."

Asahi shook his head, and looked at his husband seriously. "I'm not playing with you. Your ass belongs to me. I don't share. That's why I married you. That's it," he said to the girl, who was squinting at them now.

She scanned the gum without looking at it, then slowly turned her eyes back to the register.

"Is it my turn next?" Kisumi asked with a cheesing smile as they slipped out of their shoes once returning home.

Asahi scoffed and walked off to drop their stuff on the counter. "Not if you want to do this all day it isn't. You can go last."

Kisumi draped himself over Asahi's back with a sultry chuckle in his ear. "Are you saying I wear you out?"

"I'm saying my body doesn't take too kindly to the aftermath of having a dick in my ass. You're last."

Kisumi grazed his earlobe with his teeth. "Fine. I guess we'll end on a high note."

"That's one way to put it."

"You want a blow job?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

They took their time breaking into their bag of chips, splitting the chocolate milk, and maneuvering into the living room. There were several minutes spent going back and forth about what to put on TV in the background (Kisumi was offended when Asahi jokingly suggested porn), and during that time, they slowly shed their clothes one article at a time, while agreeing that a comedy show would be too distracting, and Asahi's true crime documentaries were mood killers. They settled for a raunchy reality show, and Kisumi got Asahi up within literal seconds of kneeling in front of him.

This could have been his favorite, honestly, if he wasn't so in love with Kisumi's body. His husband was something of a literal god when it came to using his mouth, and blow jobs were rather nostalgic anyway. It was the first truly intimate thing they'd done with each other outside of making out. Really, the transition between their first kiss and the first blow job was not all that long. It took maybe two days, and that was only because, as dumb university students, Asahi was still convinced he preferred girls, and Kisumi was mad at him for it. It had been a rather dramatic start to that day, six years ago.

Asahi was the one who'd gotten caught chatting a little too friendly with a chick from his class, and Kisumi had pushed him into a corner with a surprising amount of rage and demanded to know what it was Asahi wanted from him if he was just going to fool around with his best friend, and then go chase down a woman later. He'd very blatantly screamed that Asahi "made no sense," and Asahi screamed back that his attraction to both men and women made no sense to him either. Then Kisumi had said, "I'm better, and I can prove it to you."

And that was it. Kisumi proved it, and Asahi never got distracted by another human being again.

"Ooooh, goddamn," Asahi groaned, hips bucking gently in response to the expert pull of Kisumi's lips around his cock. "Honestly. How? Do you even do this often enough to be this good at it?"

Kisumi's hum vibrated around him, and even that was heavenly. He let go with a pop and licked his lips, sighing. "You love it when I suck your dick."

"I really do," Asahi breathed, shuddering as Kisumi leaned back in and went all the way down. "Fuck. Look at me, baby."

Kisumi peeked up through his eyelashes, pupils blown, mouth full, looking like a goddamn prince. Asahi brushed his fingers through his hair, raking his bangs back out of those lavender eyes.

"You have such a pretty face."

Kisumi fluttered his eyelashes, then looked back down and sucked in with an intense pull that had Asahi practically lifting from the couch.

"Fuuucking hell, Jesus!" He gasped, fingers clamping around Kisumi's hair.

Somehow, Kisumi kept that up for an impossibly long while, and Asahi's head was dropped on the back of the couch by the time he pulled back with another pop. He licked the slit with the tip of his tongue, and Asahi shivered.

"Fuck you, man," he whined tonelessly, fingers still tangled in Kisumi's hair.

"You complimented me," Kisumi responded lightly, fist dragging up and down Asahi's cock for a moment.

"I tell you I like your face every fucking day."

"You were giving me that look."

"What look?"

"The you're-so-fucking-hot-and-I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you-look. I had to pay you back."

"You're such a minx."

Kisumi chuckled, then dragged his tongue flat up from Asahi's balls back to the head, and started short sucking him. Asahi lifted his head up again, unable to resist watching, because Kisumi was so fucking hot, and he liked the way he bobbed.

"God's shit. You're gonna make me cum."

Kisumi's response was to smooth a palm up his thigh and raise himself higher on his knees. Asahi could only see the top of his hair now, but he was too distracted by the bliss to complain. His fingers slid to the nape of Kisumi's neck and tucked into the ends of his hair. His hips automatically began to thrust up a little less than gently, and Kisumi allowed a few to hit the back of his throat, but remained in full control otherwise.

Asahi's body rippled with chills. His quads began to quiver. His breathing sharpened, his groaning increased. Kisumi took all of this into account and consistently adjusted to Asahi's neediness, alternating between long, deep-throating pulls, and shallow bobbing, and Asahi just couldn't fucking stand it.

"God, Kiss. Yeah. Ohh yeah, make me cum."

And then- the audacity. There was a knock at the door.

Asahi, completely sweaty and breathless, dropped his head back again. "Fucking what?" he gasped.

Kisumi continued with what he was doing, and Asahi was more than thankful for that. His body shivered, on peak edge, but the intruder kept knocking, and it wasn't a nice knock either. It was the kind of demanding pound of a fist that threatened to break the door down if it wasn't catered to immediately.

Unacceptable. He already knew exactly who it was.

"Go the fuck away," he complained, throwing his voice loudly toward the door. "We're fu-huu-cking busy! God yes, baby. I'm almost there."

"Open the fucking door! I'm not playing with you two today!"

Kisumi lifted his head, and Asahi's fingers tightened in his hair desperately. "No, no, no, keep going, don't stop. He's fine."

Kisumi glanced up with a look, but peacefully continued. Asahi vibrated with thrilling pleasure.

The banging continued. "Asahi!"

"Shut up!"

"He's not going to stop."

Asahi moaned a childish whine at the loss of that beautiful warmth. He brushed his fingers through Kisumi's hair several times and leaned forward to steal a kiss from him before he rested back against the couch again and tapped his chin to encourage him to go back to what he was doing.

"He'll stop."

BANG BANG BANG! "Asahi! I'm not kidding!"

"Ikuya! I am getting my dick sucked! If you don't shut up for two minutes I swear to god, I will answer the door naked and poke you in the eye!"

This was answered with a muffled groan on the other side of the door, but then it went quiet. Kisumi giggled and leaned forward again to swirl his tongue around Asahi's shaft. He sighed. The shallow bobbing continued after a vicious tease of licks, and Asahi's muscles began to buzz and coil again. He returned to bucking his hips, matching Kisumi's rhythm, and the eruption surged forth quickly this time. Quickly and hard.

Asahi's broken groans shuddered up through his chest, and though his vision blurred around the edges, he tried to stay cognizant of Kisumi's mouth catching all the cum that followed. He drank it down like he'd stumbled across a water fountain in the desert. Not a drop was lost, and Asahi would never stop being impressed.

"Fuck," he gasped, dropping his head back once more as he panted.

He moaned liberally as Kisumi squeezed the last little bit out with a few generous pumps. He licked the slit again, then kissed his way up Asahi's stomach and stood up from the floor to drop daintily on his lap. Asahi's hands automatically rubbed up and down his waist, and Kisumi leaned forward to spare him a lavish kiss, sure that Asahi got a full taste of the saltiness lingering on his tongue. Asahi hummed his gratitude, chasing Kisumi with several more pecks once he started pulling away.

Kisumi chuckled, hands gliding over Asahi's shoulders. "I'm going to answer the door," he murmured past his lips, already sliding off of his lap. He slipped his pants and shirt back on on his way there, and Asahi groaned and pouted to himself for a few more seconds before forcing himself up from the couch and pulling his pants back on as well. He left his shirt where it lay. He was behind Kisumi's shoulder by the time he opened the door.

Of course, Ikuya immediately glared at Asahi and Asahi only. "That was four minutes," he huffed.

"Fuck you," Asahi responded, stepping back as Ikuya pushed his way comfortably inside.

"Tell me where you were at so I don't step in it."

"I swallowed it," Kisumi said cheerfully with a beaming smile as he closed the door.

Ikuya wrinkled his nose at him. "Gross. Don't touch me."

"We've got a busy day planned, Ikuya," Asahi said, crossing his arms. "What do you want?"

"Busy day doing what? Eating each other's ass?"

"As a matter of fact …"

"That's for dinner," Kisumi finished, propping an arm on Asahi's shoulder and leaning his cheek against it. He still grinned tauntingly at their friend.

"I didn't actually want to know."

"What. do. you. want?" Asahi repeated.

Ikuya clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes away as he wandered deeper into their apartment. "I'm leaving Hiyori for a few days. He's driving me insane."

Kisumi made a noise of sympathy, but it was buried under Asahi's exclamation of, "Well you're not staying here!"

Ikuya shot a glare at him over his shoulder. "Like I want to." He turned away again and started shuffling through their kitchen drawers. "Where do you keep Haru and Makoto's spare key?"

Kisumi left Asahi's side to join Ikuya in the kitchen.

"What happened to yours?" Asahi said.

"Hiyori has it, and I'm not going to beg him for it. He does that shit on purpose."

Kisumi took the box down from the top of the fridge that they kept all their friends' spare keys in. He pulled out Makoto and Haru's and handed it to Ikuya. "You know they'll be back later tonight."

"I already called them," Ikuya said, turning away for the door again. "They're gonna let me crash on the couch."

"Do you need anything from us?" Kisumi offered, hovering back over to Asahi's side. Asahi swatted him in the arm for asking. Kisumi ignored it.

"Just this," Ikuya responded, waving the key. "Thanks. Did you feed the cats this morning?"

Asahi and Kisumi exchanged a glance before looking back.

"Was it our turn?" Asahi said in response.

Ikuya gave them a flat glare. "You guys are fucking useless. Whatever. I'll take care of it. If they're dead, you're going to have to find new ones before Makoto finds out."

"I'm sure they're fine," Kisumi said, waving a flippant hand.

"Don't ever get pets," Ikuya said, pulling the door open.

"Ikuya!" Kisumi called, running after him to hang out the door before he could fully get away. Asahi followed automatically. Ikuya looked back. "Do you want a hug?"

Ikuya scowled. "I told you not to fucking touch me. Just get back to your 'busy day' and leave me out of it."

"You're the one who interrupted," Asahi shot back.

"And I regret it."

"Do you want us to talk to Hiyori for you?" Kisumi asked.

"Unless you somehow manage to force him in a chair in front of a shrink, there's nothing you can do about him. I know I'm fucked up. He can't seem to get it through his head that he is too."

"I told you to amputate him."

"Stop it," Kisumi hissed, swatting Asahi in the stomach. He turned back to Ikuya. "You should just marry him already. He'll calm down."

"That's toxic advice. And anyway, we can't all get hitched in New York, Kiss." Ikuya turned back on his heel and walked away, waving a hand over his head. "Later, freaks."

"Bye bye!" Kisumi sang, waving after him cheerfully.

Asahi slapped him on the ass and left his hand there with a firm grip. He leaned his lips close to murmur in his ear. "You are impossibly conniving. Get back inside."

Kisumi snickered and Asahi patted him on the butt once more to nudge him past the threshold.