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It was a Saturday morning. Birds chirping just outside the window of your shared bedroom apartment. The early morning sun peaking through the cracks between the curtains drawn the previous night.
It was probably the sunlight hitting his face that woke Kenma up, but somehow he wasn't complaining that he woke up earlier than usual, maybe it's due to the fact that when he saw your sleeping figure right beside him; still sleeping soundly, facing him, some hair on your face, your features soft, the ray from the sun hitting it just right, your back against the window, giving you a glow, that in Kenma's eyes you almost seemed otherworldly.
If only I woke up to this everyday, he thought and a pang of guilt ran through him.
The two of you may live and share the same house, but mornings like this were rare for the both of you. Since you were usually awake earlier than he was.
While you were already cooking breakfast and getting ready to start your day, he, on the other hand, was still asleep, since he spent most of the night gaming.
By the time he was awake, it's only to greet you, who was already by the door, ready to head out for work, food already on the table waiting to be eaten, hand written notes, telling him how much you loved him (amongst other things) usually accompanied them. It never failed to make him smile whenever he saw them.
Being his own boss did have its perks, not having to adjust to others schedule and staying home all day was one of the few things he solemnly enjoys, but that would not compare to the joy he feels whenever you come home and call out to him. Like a cat patiently waiting at home for his owner's return, he would bolt right into your arms where he belongs. In some ways he could say you owned him, but it was more give and take; he was yours and you were his.
He stares at you, and tries so hard not to kiss your agape mouth. He wanted to savor the moment of you just being there with him. Though it's a weekend, and it's your day off, you often busy yourself with cleaning the apartment or drawing, maybe even finish some work related stuff you haven't done during the week, other times you would try to distract Kenma during one his livestreams, or you would join him; staying by his side, slightly cheering him on every chance you got.
Days with you were always an adventure, according to him; who is your primary victim in your mischief.
You both could be stuck on an island with nothing but each other's company to keep you busy and he knows you'd find a way to make your stay as interesting as possible, but that's how he would choose to spend the day anyway. Being 'stuck' with you is probably just his excuse to keep you close, though he would prefer if you two weren't stuck in an island, but rather, just like in this moment, in bed, nothing but your presence to keep him warm. He guesses it doesn't really matter, as long as you were there, he was home.
He unconsciously moved his hand to your face, moving the strand of hair away to look at you even more. He kisses your forehead, though he would prefer your mouth instead. He knew you'd complain about morning breath, but that didn't really mattered to him, all that mattered to him was that you were there, close to him. He let the kiss linger for a few seconds longer, closing his eyes as he does so.
Kenma is by no means impulsive, but when it comes to you he just can't help himself, it's like getting a new game he's been wanting to get for months and being able to play it, though the initial feeling would fade overtime, compared to what he felt for you, it was slightly different, because he knew that he'd never get enough of you.
Pulling away he felt you stir, and you groaned by the feeling of his lips leaving your forehead, a chuckle slightly left his lungs when he heard it. You awoke with half lidded eyes, sleep still very much evident on you.
You gazed upon Kenma, who had a felicitous smile on his face and looking at you with such intent, his hand still on your cheek, thumb gently moving back and forth; as if he couldn't believe that you were real.
"Good morning, kitten." his morning voice almost catching you off guard when he spoke.
You form a weak smile, "Good morning, what time is it?" you breathe out, voice a little groggy as you try to reach for your phone on the nightstand to check the time, but before you could he had pulled you closer to him, hands moving to hold your waist and back.
"It's cuddle time." his words muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you try and playfully squirm away from his grip.
"Kyanmaaaa!" you chuckle and he looks up at you with a pout.
How in the world could he be this adorable first thing in the morning? You thought as you smiled and kissed his nose. You could've sworn you saw a pair of cat ears perk up from his head.
He smiles at you, content with his kiss, though he wouldn't mind if you gave him a few more, maybe a little lower next time.
You try to move your hand to cup his face. He closes his eyes, as if falling under a spell that was your touch, his grip on you loosening a little, knowing that you wouldn't go anywhere. You close your eyes as you nuzzle his nose.
In a hushed tone, you asked "What do you want to do today?"
He had a lot in mind actually, since you both didn't get to spend nearly enough time together during the week because of work reasons; he wanted to spend the day with you and nothing else.
He had come up with many plans on how he was going to dote on you when the day finally came, one of them being the two of you baking his favorite apple pie and eating it while you both played video games together.
All of those thoughts disappeared when he opened his eyes to look at you. He watched as you looked down and reached for his hand to intertwine with yours, gently rubbing circles. When your eyes met, he exhaled slowly. You waited for his answer to your previous question, only to be pushed onto your back.
Your eyes widen, an audible squeak came from your throat; it's as if you were a mouse caught helplessly by a house cat.
With him climbing on top of you, one hand still holding yours, resting near your head, the other moving to cup your face. The initial shock from being pushed fading, and a soft smile appearing on your lips. He moves closer to whisper in your ear.
"You know exactly what I want, kitten." his voice low and soft, teeth teasingly nibbling your earlobe.
You feel yourself smirk, and as he pulls back to look at you intently, you gulp, leaving your mouth to hung slightly open.
As tempting as that was, he wanted you to make the first move, and so you did.
Your other hand moving ever so slowly, whilst you watched his eyes following your movements; caressing his sides. You finally reach the nape of his neck, his stare bore into yours once more, your hand yearning him to move closer.
Soon enough, his lips were on yours. His kisses were soft at first, until it gradually became more hungry, tongue prodding your bottom lip, asking permission for entrance. And who were you to deny your dear Kenma such request? Not when you woke up to mornings like this, mornings you wish happened more often, not when you were busy with work and practically haven't had enough of your fill of this wonderful man (you wouldn't have enough either way), who made you feel so many things and who looked at you with such passion.
You slightly opened your mouth, permitting his silent request. Letting go of your hand, and the hand cupping your cheek, he let his hands wander down to your sides while you went and held onto his shoulder blade, the other now had a grip on his hair that was slowly tightening, pulling him even closer, as if he'd slipped away if you held him any looser. A soft hum escaping his lips, as your tongues seemingly dance to whatever noises the both of you were making.
The two of you were practically wasting the day away with this instead of doing the unknown plans Kenma had in store, but time wasn't really important at that moment, and whatever plans he did had was outweighed by your touch, because at that moment there was only you and him, and nothing mattered more than that.
He hesitantly pulled away, leaving the both of you breathless, a string of saliva connecting you still;
"So much for morning breath" he teased, earning him furrowed brows, a pout and a playful slap on his chest from you, he can't help but chuckle at the sight. Only adding fuel to the fire of irritation for breaking your own rule of 'no kissing before you both brushed your teeth in the morning'.
The thought making your already sour expression even more sour, prompting you to scrunch up your nose.
On the other end, Kenma's expression was sweeter than anything you could have possibly thought of at the moment. Seeing you make that expression only made you the cutest thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. He leaned in to kiss the knit between your brows, your nose, cheeks and finally your lips, staying there longer and kissing it more than once, as if you didn't just have a make out session ten seconds prior. Your sour expression washing away with his kisses. You thought he'd stop when he saw your face ease up.
But he didn't stop, kissing you lower and lower. He kissed your jaw, your neck and your collarbone that was peeking out just above your shirt, begging to be marked, not that you'd mind anyway.
Teeth just ghosting over skin, opting to bite, so he did, earning a soft whine from you. He looked up, to be met with your half lidded gaze, filled with desire, watching him, anticipating his next move, lips puffy from his doing. With how happy he is he would probably agree if you told him you saw a pair of ears and a tail wagging.
He pulls you closer into his arms, like you weren't in his embrace already. He thought of stopping here and just continue with the plans he had in mind, but when you shifted your hand to move some of the hair out his face, eager for him to continue on, he knew he shouldn't, not when you peered at him with love and lust in your eyes, maybe even longing. No, he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to.
So he continued on with this impromptu plan. Both of you spent the morning making sure to kiss every inch, every crevice of each other, only ever stopping when you heard the faint grumble of your stomachs, realizing you both haven't eaten anything. If you're talking about food at least.