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Akihito stands in the doorway, his head rests on the doorframe as he watches his lover. Asami sits on the couch, his shoulders relaxed for the first time in weeks. His dark hair is down over his forehead, and his attention isn’t caught by a tablet or a report that he needs to check over.
Instead, Asami is reading, something that Akihito hasn’t seen him do once since they got together. It is a welcoming sight, one that makes Akihito’s chest fill with warmth. The backdrop of the city drowning in raindrops makes the whole scene more inviting.
His fingers itch to grab his camera so he can save this moment in time. Instead, he watches, mindful of his movements and breath as he takes in Asami’s hands, moving the pages. The soft ruffling of his calloused fingers snagging on the course paper echoing in the room.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he takes in the sight of dinner simmering on the stove. He is making curry tonight, it is Asami’s favorite dish, and it’s a perfect meal to have as the rain pours down in sheets outside. Dinner should be ready in about an hour, giving them just enough time for themselves.
Grabbing the two steaming mugs of tea, he walks into the room, his feet barely making a sound as he rounds the couch and comes to a stop in front of the silent man.
“Here, it’s hot, so be careful.” He murmurs as he places the mug on the side table, right next to Asami’s elbow.
The man hums, his gold eyes never once leaving the page in front of him. Taking a sip from his cup, his eyes take in the sight of his lover. Asami looks good today, not that he doesn’t look good every day but today, he seems almost softer in appearance.
Instead of wearing his usual three-piece suits, Asami is in a loose pair of cotton pants, a black t-shirt that wraps around his torso, his arms bulging through the thin fabric. Akihito never realizes how much he loves seeing the man in casual clothes until he wears them.
“You’re staring, kitten.”
Akihito nods his head as he settles himself in the space beside Asami, his legs curling up under him as he rests his head against Asami’s arm. “I am, is there a rule stating I can’t look at you?”
A large hand raises and cards through blond locks. Slipping the strands of hair through a fist before returning and twirling the hair around fingers mindlessly. A smirk graces Asami’s mouth, “No.”
That was the end of the conversation, and Akihito reclines against his lover, his eyes closed as he finishes his tea. The rain pitter-patters against the windows, lulling him into a light sleep, peace washing over him. He wishes every day could be like this—just the two of them, calm and in-tune with one another. Neither one is having to run around the city, fixing problems, trading dark secrets, or hoping to get the next big scoop.
Opening his eyes, he sits up and places his mug on the coffee table before turning to face Asami. The man still doesn’t look up, but that’s fine; Akihito can get his attention later.
Looking down at Asami’s lap, he calculates the best way to execute his plan. He will have to move the man’s arms and the book so that he has room; then, once he has the perfect opening, Akihito could seat himself right where he wants.
He nods his head, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he reaches out and pulls Asami’s arms away from his lap and down to his sides. The book nearly falls to the floor at the unexpected movement. He manages to catch it before hitting the tile flooring, setting it on the cushion beside him.
“Akihito, what are you doing?”
Akihito ignores the question as he clambers his way into Asami’s lap, settling himself on the muscular thighs. He reaches out and grabs both arms, wrapping them around his waist as he picks the book up from the cushions.
Opening the book up to the first page, he looks up to see gold eyes watching him intensely. “Read to me?” A dark eyebrow jumps up in surprise before Asami’s eyes narrow. “Please? Dinner won’t be ready for a little bit, and since I can’t read English, you have to read it to me.”
A deep sigh leaves Asami but he pulls Akihito closer to him, his eyes falling to the opened page. A small smile graces Akihito’s lips as he nuzzles his head into Asami’s neck, his mouth brushing butterfly kisses to the skin.
Asami’s fingers move under Akihito’s shirt, rubbing the skin in soothing circles as he reads softly. His voice is rich and dark, rumbling through the penthouse like distant thunder. Closing his eyes, Akihito listens to the rise and fall of the man’s words, his voice a balm to his senses. This man is all he needs, right here and now, and in the near future. Feeling himself succumb to the deep vestiges of sleep, he voices a gentle affection into Asami’s chest. “I love you.”