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Coffee was a simple thing for Tatsumi Souichi. He liked it just one way; black, hot, and bitter.
It was a good kickstarter for the early mornings he arose. The burn on his throat set his nerves alive, keeping him awake throughout the boring hours of sifting data and taking notes on countless subjects.
Tetsuhiro had offered countless times to add in milk, cream, and honey, plus a variety plenty other flavorings, but the man always insisted that it be made in one style only.
Which was why when Souichi came stumbling out of his room at two in the morning after a long session of finishing assorted assignments and reading through textbooks, asking for coffee with sugar, Tetsuhiro was almost worried.
He stood at the coffee machine in a cold sweat, mind in a complete frenzy. How much sugar should he add? What was the recommended serving of sugar in coffee? What if it was too sweet, and Senpai didn't like it? What if it wasn't sweet enough, and Senpai didn't like i–
"Oi, hurry up already.", grumbled an irritated Souichi. He rested his drowsy head in his hands. "Do you plan on taking forever?"
"Just a little while longer, Senpai."
There was only a sigh in response. He let his hands fall away into his lap and pressed his face to the low table. Tetsuhiro smiled affectionately at the sight; his sempai was too cute for his own good!
Which was why he wanted to make his coffee perfect.
Suddenly, the machine went off with a ding. Tetsuhiro quickly switched it off and opened the cupboard.
"Which mug would you like?", he asked brightly.
"Whatever's fine."
He chose the navy blue mug that he bought specially for him a while back, and poured the fresh brew. His hands were shaky with a nervousness he found quite silly; he was just making coffee. He was just making coffee. He was just making coffee.
"U-Um...", he started stammeringly, clearing his throat. "A-Are you sure you want sugar?"
Souichi gave off a little 'tch' of annoyance. "Sugar, please. I won't say it again."
"A-Ah, o-okay then..."
He picked up the sugar container, unscrewed the cap, and set it on the countertop. He held it over the steaming liquid, hand shaking and still fretting over ruining the coffee.
This isn't anything to be so worked up about.
But even so, he didn't want it to be too sweet for Senpai's tongue–
Just get it done and over with already!
So he did just that. Tilting the container completely, he watched as the particles trickled down the glass edge and into the mug.
He fastened the cap back on the container, an amused smile curving his lips up. Getting nervous over something so simple, oh, how pathetic he was!
Tetsuhiro served his senpai with a great, bright smile. "Here you go!"
"Took ya long enough.", he murmured. Not even a 'thank you', but that wasn't expected from a guy like Senpai.
The man peeked at him through his narrowed, golden eyes as he took the first sip of the coffee, not even flinching at the temperature. It was piping hot, yet he greedily gulped it down as if it were something akin to water.
"Sweet."
Tetsuhiro chewed his bottom lip in worry. "Too sweet?"
"Nah.", he muttered, peering into the mug.
Leaning against the stove, he watched his Senpai drink on the sweet brew. He truly must be pathetic; he could find this man eye-catching and absolutely stunning during moments like these. His long, blond locks were hanging down over his shoulders instead of in that low ponytail he regularly wore. Senpai looked rather... erotic?
Well, comparing the way his hair lay loosely touseled over his shoulders during those times, he could say, yes, Tatsumi Souichi was quite erotic.
But it's not like he was going to get into one of those situations. Not unless Senpai wanted to anway, which was just another level of unlikely.
Thinking further, it had been a while since they last "came together", hadn't it? Plus since they shared a kiss too, perhaps a week and some amount days. Even longer since he really kissed him—one of those passionate make-out sessions that lasted for minutes.
He longed to brush his lips up against those pert, pink ones, to taste the sweetness held there, to indulge in the taste of him. His hands itched to knead the soft skin on the man's navel and chest, the thick curve of his neck.
Tetsuhiro's heart pounded at the direction his thoughts were turning. No, he was not about to do something like that, no, he could not take advantage of him like this.
But... a kiss would certainly be nice. He knew he should be holding back, but for some reason, he just... he just couldn't do it...
Is it really worth it, though?
"Oi, wait, what are you doing–!"
He had not a clue of how he moved from the main kitchen stove to the table Senpai was seated at. He didn't know how Senpai was suddenly even in his arms.
"Hold on a sec–"
Ignoring the man's complaint, Tetsuhiro took his face into his hands and fit his mouth to his.
"Mmmn!"
Godammit.
Tetsuhiro never failed to take Souichi by surprise with his desultory kisses. He would practically leap on him out of nowhere, devouring his mouth in a manner that made him throb.
It didn't take long for the eldest to begin melting into the kiss. The feeling of their lips moving together made him weak at the knees, and he grasped Tetsuhiro's sleepshirt to keep from collapsing to the floor.
The younger male caressed the side of his blond head, other hand rubbing into the skin visible from his low-riding sweatpants.
Alright, Tetsuhiro thought. This was totally worth it!
He tightened his hold on the man's waist, and lifted him carefully to rest upon the countertop.
They kissed and kissed for what seemed like hours, coffee all but forgotten. Souichi was bewitched, tranced, wholly enchanted by the sensations. Thoughts scrambled, insides churning, heat rising in his tightening core.
When his kouhai finally pulled away, a quiet moan escaped. He felt warmth everywhere, all over his body and deep inside. This was that effect Tetsuhiro had on him, and he simultaneously loathed and enjoyed it at the same time.
Souichi was almost too scared to meet those hazely-olive eyes, knowing that Tetsuhiro would be giving him that look.
The look that always led him to serious trouble, that gaze full of fiery emotions that got him sprung and needy and made him question himself even more.
Souichi quivered, knowing that he held zero objections to his flurried body—there was definitely going to be more than just a kiss tonight.