"Oi."
The slap on the back of Akihito's head was feather light, something meant to give him a fright more than anything, and cos he was still on the fucking edge from being tired, sleep deprived and then put through the metaphorical wringer; he practically jumped out of his skin as turned to face Misha after heading to the bedroom for the night.
"What was that fo-
Akihito was cut off by intimidating intimacy as Mikhail advanced on him with a severe storm in his eyes, intense and full of power; he pressed Akihito back, and Akihito had no time or space to take in the way the bedroom looked now that twilight bathed the room. The way the shadows pooled in the corners of the ceiling, the way the brass door handles soaked up the last of the sun to shine, but not nearly as much as the threads of gold in Mikhail's hair. The way the velvet of the claw footed chaise lounge changed color and texture with each different angle, the noise of cars and home-time footsteps from outside the open balcony doors, the clean scent of St Petersburg with notes of memories to be made that went with it.
No, his calves hit the edge of the bed that was fit for a king with its feather pillows and high mattress, white sheets and comfort that he'd never found anywhere else.
Teetering on his heels, Akihito realized that he probably wanted to fall, to be pushed at this moment, but still there was something about being backed into a corner that had every fight instinct inside him firing like the ball of flames setting on the horizon. Once again though, before he could open his mouth or bristle, Mikhail's expression softened just like the dusk painting the room, it looked something like relief, but Akihito didn't fucking understand enough to know.
"You're a dumbass." Misha eventually sighed, threading his fingers through the belt loops of Akihito's jeans to keep them inches apart, closer to falling together as the Russian pressed in close.
Akihito, who had no fucking clue what to make of it all, only came up with "Huh?"
Another exasperate sigh came as Mikhail touched their foreheads together to stare down at him with those slate eyes, Akihito could see the speckled colors of his irises, those gold lashes up close with the short curled ones at the corners and the long thick ones framing the middle. "I could see you struggling with shit in your own head talking to my olds, you don't have to tell them anything you know, fuck, as much as it grates on me to say it, you don't have to tell me anything, either. So no stressing, you're not cute when you stress. O.K.?"
Mikhail was gauging him, searching the window to Akihito's conscience and looking for more hesitation, "Akihito, I'm gonna be honest and tell you now, you have no fucking idea how much I want to turn you inside out, I want to sieve through all of your memories and deepest desires and know everything about you, it's instinct for me, and with you it's like this ten fold feeling that keeps me up at night and it seriously drives me mental." The pause came with a breath taken and pounding in his ears cos Akihito really had no fucking idea where this was going now, but it didn't feel like a place he wanted to go, yet. "Oi, don't stress out, let me finish."
He let Mikhail go on, standing on the edge of the bed and feeling like an utter dick because who knew feelings could make you this wishy-washy?
"But, you tell me in your own time, 'kay? I have no idea if it's right or not, cos I have no fucking idea what I'm doing here either, oh my god, I sound so corny even I hate myself. Just fucking trust me, got it?" it ended abruptly like Mikhail had cut the tension with his own awkward attempt at appeasement. Here was this big time fucking crime lord trying to do feelings and he sucked just as much as Akihito, even if his honestly levels were off the chart. Fuck, he really was too charming, and mostly out of all that, Akihito got the message.
Instead though, he just locked his arms as best he could around Mikhail's muscled frame, and pulled them both backwards on the bed as he laughed, "You're a dumbass." He fed Mikhail the same line as Misha looked up with a raised brow in feigned offence.
"Oho, why is that?"
"You think you could get any answers out of me if I didn't wanna give them?"
The answering smile was wicked and mischievous, alight with the challenge and brimming with charm, and Akihito knew exactly what pushed Mikhail's buttons now too, and staying here might be fun after all.
"I'll make you eat your words, you little fox."
The searing kiss that followed stole his ability for any more words, it stole his ability to fucking think, and function and all he could do was kiss back cos Akihito wasn't gonna back down for anything.
Mikhail had never made out so much in his life, if he'd had a normal teenage life then this would have been it, in fact this was it.
The white night outside was in full bloom, the sky a haze of purples and pinks, streaked with orange clouds and stars scattered in the infinity beyond. The glow in his master suite was ethereal, because they hadn't even moved for him to close the curtains or even shut the fucking door.
This was like discovering how to kiss and be kissed all over again, like discovering how Akihito loved to have his bottom lip sucked and gnawed on, and how it made Akihito's deft fingers curl in the hair at the nape of Mikhail's neck with just enough grip to make it feel like Akihito didn't ever want to let go, or better yet didn't know how.
How Akihito seemed to be addicted to the small, short pecks on his lips, one after another yet never pulling far enough apart to actually separate, and then it would just turn into long, open mouthed kisses with brushes of his tongue and shared huffs of air that made both their hearts' beat faster. How Akihito's soft palm would roam back around to soothe the heavy pulse on Mikhail's neck and explore his jaw with delicate touches like he was imprinting the feeling into his memories as their mouths moved together.
Fuck, those tattooed hands drove Mikhail crazy.
The heat of sharing the same air for so long was lulling, and he found himself just as hypnotized returning all the touches that Akihito gave him. Like brushing his messy blond hair away from his forehead so he could study the hazel eyes that were still too shy to look directly at him.
Like letting Akihito roll them over so he could kiss Mikhail however the hell he wanted, which was just the way Mikhail liked it anyway, and how it meant he could mash their lips together because he could bury his hand in Akihito's hair too, pull them close, and run his fingers down Akihito's spine and bring out more courage from Akihito, who'd let his hands roam more down Mikhail's chest until he got too shy all over again. Then, it would be his turn; they'd flip back over and find a million more things to enjoy in kissing each other.
This was definitely what being a teenager must have been like, his dick was straining against his jeans, hard and in need of touching and he could feel Akihito's was too, how lying in between Akihito's spread legs and finding that two pairs of denim pants between them were too thick for any sort of satisfying friction.
Like fuck he'd come in his pants though, cos he was getting antagonizingly close enough to that point that pushed him beyond reason and then he'd just end up rutting against Akihito fully clothed anyway. "I want to." He found himself murmuring against Akihito's pulse, tasting the heavy thump of his heart and finding the skin rousingly soft on his lips.
In true teenage sweetheart fashion, Akihito shuddered in confliction, the tightening of his legs around Mikhail's waist contradicting his kiss rough reply and pulling Mikhail further away from reason. "But… Your parents are staying just down the hall."
That made it way too exciting for Mikhail to even think about stopping, it only amped this intense feeling, because it meant they'd have to keep quiet and restrain themselves, the satisfaction in something like that was worth it, because this pressure was driving him insane.
Akihito was already half way to being debauched already, his shirt pushed up his chest and his hair messy like he'd already been to heaven and back, his lips tinted kiss pink and his eyes excitedly glazed, because the words that came out of his mouth were the opposite to what they both wanted.
"Are you sure you don't want to?" with a grind of his hips, fabric against fabric that Mikhail wanted gone already, and a squeeze of his ass for good measure, he flipped Akihito's switch and pulled them both under.
"Ngh, hurry." Was the whisper before Akihito draped his colored arms around Mikhail's neck in reckless abandon, in fact that was all he could say as clothes came off haphazardly, quickly, more, faster, as they finally had the pleasure of rutting skin against skin and by passing foreplay, they were both too desperate for any of that shit.
They ended up fucking like that, sideways on the bed, way too horny and way too wound up to care about anything except getting off. He found out how erotically flexible Akihito was in the hips as they lay on their side with Akihito's top leg hooked over Mikhail's forearm to open him up wide and wanting and fuck, he was gonna come already anyway.
Chest to chest with wet kisses and quiet groans into each other's mouth, it was close and intense like the best kept secrets always were, and with Mikhail's hand finding Akihito's dick between them; he made sure to bring Akihito over the edge with him as he came way too fast for someone his age. It hit him suddenly, the fire uncoiling in his gut and the heat that spread throughout, the boneless shudders and desperate rocks of his hips to make it last longer, and through all that Akihito was the same, arching into his hand and clenching his warm heat around him, his eyes scrunched and concentrating on his own pleasure that Mikhail milked him of down to the very last drop.
Fuck, this was like he was discovering teenage hormones all over again too.
Whatever time of night it was, they were clean and back in bed, door shut and curtains closed, and Akihito's hand was twirling the curls at the end of his hair again.
"You like my hair, hm?" Mikhail mumbled as he played with his own new obsession; Akihito's other hand was in his, limp and relaxed as Mikhail traced the scars with his thumb distractedly.
"It's soft, and smells nice." Came the admission as drowsiness blanketed them both in quiet honesty.
"You smell nice."
"I smell like you."
"I know, I like it a lot."
"I-idiot."
The smile that cracked Mikhail's face was unbidden and way too contented for what someone like him deserved, "You're too easy. Haha."
"I know you are, I said you are, so what am I?" Akihito's cheeks blushed red with indignation as he stuck his tongue out.
"You're my boyfriend." Mikhail teased and hit the bull's-eye, because Akihito just groaned in embarrassment and rolled over to cover his face, fuck, he was so much fun, he loathed going back to work tomorrow. Which was something he had to bring up now. "Seriously, are you okay with chilling with my mom tomorrow? I've got work."
A hazel eye peeked above a dragon-decorated forearm, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Just making sure you're not saying yes to be polite or whatever, you can do what you want you know." when really in his head Mikhail was thinking the opposite, because that applied to his traveling plans in general, and he most definitely fucking wanted Akihito to do what he wanted.
"Nah, I'm fine with it, seriously."
He might as well get it all over and done with while he was here anyway, "What about the rest of it, you know, travelling with me when you can? Is that okay too?" Mikhail could feel himself tense up unconsciously with unsightly controlling desires and pure selfish want, he didn't know how long this thing was going to last, but all he knew was that he wanted more for the time being, and cutting it short would fucking suck. If Akihito was fine with coming back here in between traveling, that would be enough for him for now, what he'd do when it wasn't enough, he still didn't know.
He got no answer though, Akihito had just turned into this scowling, blushing mess as he looked to struggle with his own answer, "I mean… it's not like I had plans or whatever…"
"Ooooh, you're blushing, go on."
With a huff of courage, Akihito continued, "And it would be dumb to just leave and not see you again, I know you gotta work and shit, I'm not under any illusions, but I'll deal with that shit as it comes, even if I travel from here by myself and come back, I just…. Get the feeling I might wanna come back here, or whatever, I don't know!" at the end he buried himself under the duvet, much to Mikhail's chuckling delight because he was back to being the prickly coy person that he felt like he was getting to know well.
"Don't be too honest there, your head might pop." He ruffled the part of the blanket that he thought Akihito's head might be under and got a muffled 'shut the fuck up' for his efforts.
"I want you to come back here, too, Akihito." Mikhail said after a while, plain and simple with none of Akihito's awkward beating around the bush, he'd get the picture across even if Akihito had trouble with it.
Of course Akihito whipped the blanket back to stare at him with wide eyed surprise, searched his face for any hint of a tease or mockery, and when he found none, he broke out into this peaceful, relieved smile that Mikhail definitely wanted to see much more of, and flopped back down against the pillows. "Ok. So… um, how does this travel work then?"
"My jet." Mikhail deadpanned.
"…. Wait, what?" Akihito was all quirked brows and skepticism now.
"We take my jet." Mikhail deadpanned again, this part of it was going to take some getting used to for Akihito, he guessed.
In bewilderment, Akihito sputtered, struck with confusion, "But, like, I want to pay for my way and stuff and I can't afford a fucking jet!"
Oh, now that was too funny, too genuine and too much the opposite of what Mikhail was used to, his mouth fell open in shock before he realized this here was the one of the fucking reasons he was as infatuated as a school girl by this person; laughter took over. "You don't gotta afford anything but the clothes on your back, dumbass."
"Nah uh, seriously, I want to-
With a hushing finger sealing Akihito's lips, Mikhail cut him off. "Oi, even if I did let you reimburse me, you realize me paying for you to stay and fly with me wouldn't even make a dent in my pocket money, right? Save it all up for when you have to travel by yourself, or buy me some sick presents and spoil me rotten, but I'm not taking your fucking money, you idiot, what kinda boyfriend does that? Who do you think I am? Geez."
And Akihito had this empty scowl on his face, full of stubborn pride and independent habits that Mikhail hoped would never change, "Psht, a rich one, apparently." And he fucking loved the sarcasm that came with it.
"None of that, or I'll start giving you money."
At that, Akihito's mouth snapped shut with an audile gulp, so this was Mikhail's win, but even then, he'd be okay with losing to someone like Akihito, because this game was completely different.
"Anyway, you better get your Google on and see what you wanna do, cos I've got a meeting with a distributor this week, and you're coming with me." He said it offhandedly, casual and careless, if only to wind Akihito up because he hadn't actually said the destination.
Like a cat with his ears on twitching in curiosity, Akihito was all eagerness with intent eyes shining in the lamplight and looking at him so thoroughly as if he could read Mikhail's mind for answer. That was one thing he hoped Akihito could never do, because to disclose some of the things in his head would surely make Akihito run for the hills.
"Well?! Are you gonna fucking tell me where we're going so I can look it up then?" Akihito burst under Mikhail's teasing silence, sitting up and staring him in the eye in demand, and only this person would ever have the courage to speak to him like this.
"We're going to Paris."
And like boyish excitement full of dreams come true and memories in the making, his bed head sticking up at all angles like he'd never be tamed because he was as wild and feral as they came; the smile that dawned Akihito's face was one of the best things Mikhail had seen yet.