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Saihara always woke up at 5:30 A.M. to get ready for work, and of course, his boyfriend typically woke up as well, or hadn't slept all night. He worried for Ouma's sleep schedule, seeing as it was very messy. Very was an understatement, Ouma's sleep schedule was more or less like a building that had just been completely and utterly destroyed by a natural disaster. Though, Saihara was trying his best to work with Ouma to better it, with very little improvement. At least there was a little progress.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Saihara's obnoxiously loud alarm signalled that it was time for him to get up and go to work, though, he was rather content in bed, being cuddled by his boyfriend. This was routine though, he couldn't find himself breaking a routine, even though it could be very tempting at times. Not to mention, with Ouma being as mischievous ash he was, it could be very hard not to break routine. His eyes fluttered open, focusing on his alarm clock. He limply reached over, two fingers pressing down on the alarm clock. He couldn't wait until he finally got a vacation, or some kind of a break from work, that was clear.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Ouma stirred, the obnoxious sound of the loud alarm causing him to wake. His eyes fluttered open, a hand moving up to rub them. A small yawn passed through his pale, chapped lips. He eventually had pulled himself away from the oh so tempting land of slumber enough to push all of his focus onto Saihara. His lips pulled into a soft smile as he stared into those gorgeous golden eyes that could pull him out of any negative feeling in an instant. Eye contact with Saihara was one of his favorite things, it made him feel safe, secure, and cozy.
“Morning, Shumai..”
Ouma murmured tiredly, reaching a hand up to hold Saihara’s cheek. Saihara leaned into Ouma’s surprisingly warm hand, it always surprised him. He never expected someone as mischievous as his boyfriend to have such warm hands. He didn’t complain though, he enjoyed the warmth that Ouma always managed to give off.
”Good morning, Ouma-kun. How did you sleep?”
BEEP. BEEP. BEE-
Saihara had enough of the alarm clock, and reached behind himself, pressing his hand down onto the obnoxious noise-maker’s off button. A snicker came from Ouma, the corners of his mouth pointed upwards as he tried to keep himself from bursting into laughter. Saihara found it adorable.
”I slept pretty well, until your noisy clock had to wake me. And I was having a good dream too-!”
Ouma pouted, crossing his arms across his chest. He was definitely still childish, that was obvious. Saihara was proud of his boyfriend though, he had made so much process from when they were in the killing game. Although it was only virtual reality, Saihara could tell that it still had a role in both of their daily lives. Ouma typically had nightmares, which was probably the source of his messy sleep schedule. His more problematic traits had been toned down quite a bit since they had first met, but Saihara did believe that he should still get in to see a therapist. He was still a mess.
"Ah..I'm sorry, but I need to go to work, Ouma-kun.."
Saihara's voice was soft, and comforting to Ouma. Saihara slowly reached his hand towards Ouma's face, gently holding his boyfriend's face in his hand. Ouma smiled softly, pressing his cheek against Saihara's hand. He slowly held onto Saihara's wrist, his cheeks flushing very slightly.
"You should stay here a little longer, you can always rush to get ready, soooo...ya know.."
Ouma suggested, slowly moving to straddle Saihara's lap. He kept an innocent smile on his face, slowly moving to press his face into the crook of Saihara's neck. He inhaled sharply, grinning. He moved his hands to the back of Saihara's head, slowly moving his face away from Saihara's neck.
"Ouma-kun..."
"Saihara-chan smells soooooo good.."
Ouma purred, cupping Saihara's cheek in his right hand. He slowly pressed his thumb to Saihara’s lips, a small hum escaping from his throat. He touched his forehead to Saihara’s, allowing his eyes to fall shut. He pulled his thumb away from Saihara’s lips, sighing softly.
”Don’t make yourself late for work when I kiss you, like you did yesterday..”
Ouma snickered, slowly letting his lips press against Saihara's. He felt Saihara's hands grip onto his hips, a small hum passing his lips. Ouma ran a hand down to Saihara's chest, squeaking when he felt Saihara pull his hips downwards. Ouma slowly pushed himself closer to Saihara, a small sound of contentment erupting from him at the warmth radiating from Saihara's body. Their lips still caught in an intimate embrace, Ouma moved his hand back up to Saihara's face, placing it against his boyfriend's cheek. Their hips slowly rolled together, eliciting small whines from both of them.
Eventually, they had parted due to the lack of oxygen making its way into their lungs. They looked into each other's eyes, their faces both tinted with pink. Ouma grinned, pushing a few stray hairs out of Saihara's face.
"Ya knowww, you really shouldn't try to turn me on like that, I'd have to keep you here allllll day. I'll let it go this time, since I already have something in mind for when you get home tonight."
Ouma's voice deepened at the last part, causing Saihara to shudder underneath him. Ouma gently place his lips to Saihara's forehead, a soft, innocent smile plastered onto his face. Saihara sighed, pecking Ouma's cheek, before sitting up, causing Ouma to slide down onto his thighs.
"I'm going to go get ready for work, I'll be back in a few minutes, Ouma-kun.'
Saihara mumbled, his face had turned a darker shade of pink. Ouma smiled, watching as Saihara got up and walked off into the bathroom that was just off to the side of their bedroom. Ouma grinned, sitting up properly. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing Saihara's wallet off of it. He placed it under his pillow, snickering. He laid back down, his head resting uncomfortably on the pillow. He waited rather impatiently for Saihara to come back.
After around five minutes worth of Ouma squirming around impatiently, his boyfriend came back into the room. Ouma perked up, sitting up almost immediately. He giggled, bouncing up and down on the bed excitedly.
"Saihara-chan-! Saihara-chan-! Guess what!!"
Ouma's sudden burst of excitement startled Saihara, but he pushed through being startled. He realized that Ouma had probably done something mischievous while he was getting ready, his supreme leader of a boyfriend was childish, after all.
"What is it, Ouma-kun...?"
Saihara questioned, watching as Ouma ran over to him and hugged him tightly.
"I love you a whole lottttt!"
"Did you do something bad while I was in the bathroom, Ouma-kun?"
"Noooooo, I would never! Buuuuutttt.."
Oh no.
"I dooooooo.."
Oh no.
"Welllll.."
Saihara sighed.
"Ouma-kun, tell me. I have to leave soon."
"I have your wallet!"