They didn't bother to put their clothes back on, and Asahi shed the rest of his entirely. They did take the time to wipe down and eat something, chose a movie to watch, then wrapped themselves in a blanket and lay on their sides on the couch.

Asahi was very nearly always the big spoon, and he was convinced Kisumi never bothered to keep his eyes open when he was shrouded like that. He liked cozying into a ball with the bottom of his feet warming themselves on Asahi's shins, sometimes using his ankles to curl around Asahi's legs and play with him under the covers, which was what he did now. Asahi's pleasure was in just simply holding him tightly and allowing it, occasionally nuzzling his face into the back of his silky hair, and leaving wet, pecking kisses along his neck and behind his ear.

This was one of his favorites, and it was because time seemed to slow so graciously, taking a pause to watch them and leave them these little bubbles of moments in which everything was right and peaceful and quiet. They were very rarely quiet as a couple. They were very rarely quiet as individuals. But everyone around them knew, if you were in the mood to get loud, to be at the center of everything, to cast concerns and social politeness to the side for a little while, Asahi and Kisumi were the ones to spend time with. They were fun, they were boisterous, they were unfiltered. But every now and then, behind closed doors, after the fun had well and continued between the two of them alone, there were moments like this when it all settled down and they just basked. And as unbelievable as it still was, Asahi could breathe in the confidence of Kisumi's decision to be with him and him alone, right off of his skin. Most of the time, it left his mouth watering. Sometimes, it made his throat tight. This time it did both.

He kissed the very top of Kisumi's spine. "I love you," he murmured into his skin.

Kisumi hummed happily and wiggled his back into him, pulling one of his legs between his own. He laced his fingers between Asahi's and lifted his hand to kiss the base of his thumb. "I love you too, danna-san."

Asahi pecked the back of his ear. "Are you happy?"

"More than happy, my love."

"You sure?"

Kisumi giggled. "Yes. I am very sure, Asahi. Are you worried?"

He shook his head, but pressed his nose into the back of Kisumi's neck quite boyishly. "No …"

Kisumi let a bit of silence rest there, knowing there was more than that, and seeming in no kind of hurry to rush it off of Asahi's tongue. He simply stroked his forearm with his thumb and waited patiently.

It took a surprising number of minutes, during which time, the movie played but neither of them watched it. All it was doing to contribute to the moment was bathe them in a TV glow and add texture to the quiet.

"I just think about you sometimes," Asahi started vaguely. "All the time," he corrected. "I can't ever get past how lucky I am. Like, you're prefect, literally, and I feel like the most average, unimpressive person in the world next to you. And it's not that I am worried, I just find it hard to believe most times, and I always wonder what it is that's so … chooseable about me that you're here right now. And have been here, and were so adamant about it that you convinced me it was okay to want you as badly as I did." He snuggled him closer and heaved out a long breath, allowing his own eyes to close. "I'm just amazed, that's all."

"Oh, my beautiful man," Kisumi cooed. He reached a hand back to cup his jaw and turned his head for a slow, loving kiss. "You are far more than average, Asahi," he said softly, fingers languidly tickling his skin. "I'm just as much in awe as you are, you know. Do I do a terrible job of letting you know how much I love you?"

Asahi's eyes snapped open and he shook his head vehemently, rolling slightly over him. "No," he moaned, kissing a line down his jaw. "No, baby. I know you love me."

Kisumi's lips curled up with a sober smile. "Then I do a terrible job of making sure you know why."

Asahi shook his head again, though it was with less confidence. "I don't think so."

"No," Kisumi argued, patting his arm. "It's true. Obviously I can do better, if you have such a hard time understanding why I'm here with you, why I want you."

He poked him in the side and smiled a bit more loosely. Asahi pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"There's very little that I don't love about you, Asahi. And even those little things, I find endearing anyway, simply because they make you who you are, which is an astoundingly bright sunrise that makes every day a perfect one. And I'm serious about that. I know it's cheesy, but your parents truly named you perfectly. You're the most brilliant star I've ever seen, and you make people want to orbit around you. I want to orbit around you. I always have, since the day we met in middle school.

"You have such a magnetizing presence. You're loud, you're honest, you're positive, you're passionate, you're loyal, and you're hilarious even when you don't mean to be."

Asahi grunted at that, because they both knew Kisumi's favorite thing to do as kids was laugh at Asahi's misfortunes and embarrass him more thoroughly than he'd managed to embarrass himself. Kisumi giggled, fingers now stroking up and down his arm.

"One of the things that I've always admired about you the most is how you are so unafraid to be your authentic self in front of people. You have your insecurities about you, but you always find a way to push past them, and you're so transparent with it that other people can actively see you growing, all the time, and it's the most attractive thing to me. I don't know how to be my authentic self in front of people. Making a fool of myself is probably the most irrational fear that I have, but you don't seem to be afraid of it."

Asahi scoffed this time and pinched his stomach. Kisumi laughed.

"It's a compliment!" he argued. "Seriously, there's nothing braver in the world than someone who knows how to just be themselves and never let anybody get in the way of that. As many flaws as you have, as many mistakes as you've made, as many things that you've blurted out that you probably shouldn't have, you've never let any of those things hold you back or pull you down. When it comes to your own personal growth, you're the most persistent person I know, and you blossom beautifully. You always have."

He reached back for another kiss and Asahi accepted it gratefully.

"You mean it?" me murmured, just because he wanted to hear him say it again.

"Of course, my darling." He gave him another kiss. "I consider myself blessed." He giggled at himself. "Because I am far from perfect, and there's so much that I've learned from you. But I'm glad you think so highly of me anyway."

"Pain in the ass," Asahi grumbled, leaning closer for more succeeding kisses as his palm dragged in circles over Kisumi's stomach. "You know damn well how spectacular you are."

Kisumi giggled again and did not respond to that.

He knew. And if deep down there was for some reason any doubts about it, Asahi would squash them out of existence. He was glad to do it.

The kisses turned warmer, deeper, hollowed out with that same intimate desire that only seemed to have grown across their time together. Asahi nudged his leg up further between Kisumi's thighs and he moaned softly, reaching his hand back to brush over Asahi's butt and squeeze at the back of his leg. The arm that wasn't teasing his waistline curled securely around Kisumi's shoulders and he pinched lightly at his chin.

"You ready for another round?"

"Always," Kisumi sighed, biting temptingly at his bottom lip.

It was slow this time, soft. Unrushed, unhurried, still unabashed. Asahi took him from behind in that same position, with consideration, after teasing his body with a long stretch of attention from deliberate fingers. The lube was already hovering near their heads, nothing needed to be moved and nothing needed to be raw. It was smooth and easy, and Kisumi's body welcomed him somehow more eagerly than it had all the rest of the day previous. Kisumi moaned and sang a loving, quiet tune, while Asahi breathed against his skin. Their bodies grew ever warmer in the cocoon of blankets, to the point that it became stiflingly hot, but they barely did anything to rectify it. So they sweat, and Asahi reveled in licking the salt off of Kisumi's skin, in their bodies slipping against each other, in the sound of wet exhilaration that came from their movement alone.

Also one of his favorites. Because the fact that he could feel so much, with such simple thrusting, just meant that, no matter what they did, Kisumi was more than enough, always.

It was lavish, it was simple, and they never switched positions from there. Asahi's body was flushed head to foot in thrilling chills and he came with the most satisfaction that he had all day, never stopping until everything in him became a part of Kisumi — at least for a short time — and then he took his time easing the high out of Kisumi with a confident hand. The sounds he made gave him thorough goosebumps and he could do nothing after but kiss the sweat from his neck for several succeeding minutes.

They were quiet. The movie was long over, all the credits rolled and everything. They'd barely watched a single bit of it. The night was heavy, not overly late, but definitely present, though the sounds of Tokyo breathing with some kind of wakefulness would always be a constant just outside of their window. It had become comforting, familiar, to the point that visiting small seaside towns like Iwatobi left them in a restless state of consciousness that often rolled into similar moments like this, so he doubted either of them were willing to complain.

"Can we take a bubble bath?" Kisumi asked, smoothing a hand back up and down Asahi's forearm.

Asahi left a kiss in his hair. "Of course we can."

"With candles?"

"Mmhm."

"And wine?"

"That would be nice."

He was quiet very briefly and then looked back over his shoulder with a pleading twinkle in his eye. "What about rose petals?"

And Kisumi was the most spoiled person in the world, because Asahi lifted a compliant smile and nipped at his ear, squeezing him tightly. "I'll go get some."

But Kisumi already knew that he would.

Finding an apartment with a luxurious bathtub big enough for them both to lounge in had been high on Kisumi's list of requirements. (He was jealous of Haru's tub — simply put.) So it was a stringent thing they had to look for, and had been one of those factors that deemed so many other perfectly suited and available places "unacceptable." Honestly, looking for a place to live with Kisumi had been an absolute nightmare.

Asahi had pointedly told him several times that they could always have all the little things he wanted as soon as they had enough money and stability in their jobs to buy a place. He'd even offered to build everything himself to Kisumi's exact specifications, if he could please just wait a little bit. Kisumi's response was, "Of course that's what you're going to do. And I don't want to wait." His argument was that, now that they were married, there could be no skimping on those little home comforts. It was apparently essential to holding their relationship together. So, even though it burned a hole in their pockets to find a place suitable to most of Kisumi's needs (because nailing them all was simply impossible), and even though that meant they'd have to wait even longer to become home-owners, Asahi couldn't not say yes — mostly because the entire process had given him a migraine that he knew would never die down until they settled somewhere, and he just wanted to get it over with.

Admittedly, the tub was nice. As was every other little thing that Kisumi had put aching amount of thought into. The fridge was big enough to hold two-weeks' worth of groceries to feed them both, which meant less trips to the store. Having a full-sized gas stove made cooking go by so much faster, and it was nice to have the space to move around in when Kisumi occasionally volunteered to help him. And by "help" this simply meant hanging over his shoulder and passing him the salt when he asked for it.

There was enough closet space for both of their wardrobes, which honestly had been stressful to think about, because Kisumi's collection of clothes was massive — and still growing. The view from the balcony was very calming to look at, especially in those occasional moments when life responsibilities felt suffocating and time seemed like it was moving too fast. Kisumi's favorite time to sit outside was at sunset when the red-orange light of the sun skipped over the tops of the buildings and painted their faces gold. Asahi's favorite was the dead of night, when all the lights across the city dotted the surrounding black shadows and made up for the absence of stars.

It was also nice to have a balcony big enough to fit a little breakfast table, plenty of hanging plants, and double the amount of laundry to air out at once. They had double sinks in the bathroom, an entirely separate space for the washing machine and all their linen, and their building had an elevator. Perfectly lovely neighborhood with a convenience store hardly a five-minute walk around the corner, a train station one block over, barely a whisper of noise from the neighbors, and the bedroom was plenty big enough for a king-sized bed, which once upon a time in his life, Asahi could have sworn was the most unnecessary luxury in the world, and now he couldn't tolerate anything less.

As high-maintenance, boujee, and meticulous as Kisumi was, Asahi could no longer question his decisions or need for something painstakingly specific. Their home life was utterly blissful. And he entirely had his husband to thank for that.

So no, he had absolutely no qualms throwing on clothes and spending nearly an hour finding somewhere that was open late enough to sell him rose petals and a good bottle of wine. Kisumi had the bath ready just in time for him to walk through the door, pour them two glasses and bring the bottle with him to the bathroom. He stripped out of his clothes while Kisumi decorated the room in soft red petals and glowing candlelight, and they sank down into the warm water and lavender scented bubbles with a pacified sigh, cuddling close and clinking the edges of their glasses together in cheers.

"Mmm," Kisumi hummed as he sipped. He slipped down further into the water and lifted a foot to trace the other edge of the tub with his toe. "Should we have saved this for our anniversary? It's awfully indulgent."

"Hell no." Asahi leaned on his hip and tucked an arm around him, resting his head against the bath pillow to stare at him. Kisumi's profile was lined with a soft yellow glow from the flickering flames. "First of all, since when do we not do randomly indulgent shit just for the hell of it? And second, how do you know I don't already have something magnificent planned for our anniversary?"

Kisumi snorted a laugh. "Yeah right." He took another sip of his wine.

Asahi pulled up a smirk, eyes unblinking on him. "You have so little faith in me."

"Not at all. I just know you very well."

"Oh yeah? What's my favorite color?"

"Red."

"How many bones have I broken?"

"Two."

"What kind of music do I like to listen to?"

"Alternative rock. Though you do get into some Latin shit sometimes, and it fascinates me."

"If I got a tattoo, what would it be?"

"My name … on your ass. And I told you never to do that, because it's the dumbest idea you've ever had. And that's why you don't have a tattoo."

"What do I like to drink?"

"Whiskey. Specifically Suntory, because it's good for highballs."

Asahi pursed his lips, scrutinizing him for a moment, then asked, "When's my birthday?"

"April 18th."

He sucked his teeth and lounged back with a sigh, taking a long sip of his wine. "Lucky guess."

Kisumi turned up a lazy smile. "Not to criticize you, but that was a fairly easy quiz that I'm pretty sure ninety percent of your friends would pass with flying colors."

"Alright then, hardest question of them all."

"Hit me."

"What do I like on my sandwiches?"

"That, my love, is a trick question. You always say that sandwiches are the most useless food in the world, because why would anyone waste stomach space on bread when they could be eating rice. However, you are very well known to put back at least four wanpakus when you're high, and do not accept anyone's argument when we try to remind you that you yelled at everybody just yesterday about your strong ideology against sandwiches. So. Whatever fried meat is available, a soft-boiled egg, tomatoes, shredded carrots, wasabi, red cabbage, and lots of mayonnaise, and 'please leave that crunchy water shit out of it.'"

Asahi scoffed and rolled his eyes away, tossing back the last of his wine. "Well you just think you know everything, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Kisumi said, reaching for the bottle to refill his glass and top off his own. "And therefore, I am very much aware that you haven't given a single bit of thought to what we're doing for our anniversary. Do you want me to plan something and surprise you again?"

Asahi sighed. "You are the best at that."

Kisumi giggled and tapped his glass against Asahi's again. "Okay, my darling."

"You like planning things more than I do anyway."

"I do," he confirmed with a head nod.

Asahi sighed through his nose and sank down until the water was up to his shoulders. He nudged Kisumi with his knee and placed a peck on his cheek. "I'll plan something special for our fifth."

Kisumi lit up like a firework. "Really?"

Asahi closed his eyes and rested his head back. "Mm hm."

Kisumi set both of their glasses to the side and curled up against him with his chin on his shoulder, sliding a leg over his thigh and between his knees. He pet at his chest with soothing fingers.

"You promise?"

"Of course I promise."

"You won't forget?"

"No. But you know you'll have to remind me."

Kisumi giggled. "Okay. But you have to pinky swear."

Asahi opened his eyes again and lifted his hand out of the water to wrap his pinky around Kisumi's where it was already waiting and dripping with suds. He pulled it close to his lips and kissed it, then turned his head and kissed Kisumi's lips.

They lingered there for a moment, licking the taste of red wine off of each other's lips, tongues hugging, lungs breathing with heavy satisfaction. Asahi's hand dipped beneath the water to squeeze at Kisumi's knee. Kisumi's soapy fingers stroked at his jaw.

"I am happy to spoil you every single day for no goddamn reason," Asahi murmured, curling up a content smile.

Kisumi smiled in return, eyes glittering. "Really?"

"Of course, princess," he whispered. The following kisses were laced with increasing eagerness. "You deserve it."

Kisumi hummed. "Will you wash my hair for me then?"

"I'd love to."

They spent the next few minutes on that, shuffling around so that Kisumi was rested between Asahi's knees, relaxing back with his eyes closed as Asahi pulled his fingers through his hair. A smile stayed tucked in the very corner of his lips and Asahi leaned over his shoulder every now and then to kiss it and watch it expand with happiness.

They chit-chatted about the coming week, what day they would set aside for grocery shopping, who would carve out time to make sure the apartment got vacuumed, and who would sort through the mail they hadn't touched in over a month, because they both despised that chore. They agreed to tackle the laundry together tomorrow, and they decided Asahi would check in on Ikuya and Kisumi would check in on Hiyori before the weekend ended. And then they deemed that they would get all their friends together next Friday for a fun night out.

By the time both of their hair was clean and rinsed all the way through, the bottle of wine was empty, and they were both buzzing warm in the cheeks. Loose and happy, but not drunk, and they spent another long while tangling their limbs and enjoying the last of the bubbles with more indulgent kisses and soft touches.

"Are you ready for me, darling?" Kisumi whispered, suckling the space just under Asahi's ear and dragging a hand up his back.

Asahi, whose cock was already well and stiff again by this point, nodded with a weak hum and accepted a few more kisses to his lips. He was never willing to say so out loud, but Kisumi knew exactly what ways to handle him beforehand that always led up to a great willingness to switch roles. He'd never been able to figure out the pattern of what those ways of handling him were, because it wasn't always the same, and seemed most times to depend upon the moment they'd found themselves in, but Asahi was far more than ready at this point in time. He wanted him.

So it was only a short time more that they lay there exchanging kisses, before they drained the water and helped each other up out of the tub. They took a moment to teasingly slide towels along each other's bodies, stroking back wet bangs, taking advantage to rub their hands down every inch of skin that their partner owned, though the excuse was hardly necessary.

They traded kisses, and kisses, and more kisses, until everything was dry save for their lips and damp hair. Then Kisumi pressed a kiss to Asahi's knuckles and tugged him toward the bedroom.