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"Hey, wake up!"
“Helloooo~”
“Yuno?”
A pause.
“Yuno!”
“Pay attention to me!” Yuno jolted in his sleep at the sharp voice’s demand, his arm spasming at his side as his fingers twitched absently from the sudden movement. Sighing through his nose he screwed his eyes shut, simply shaking it off as his mind playing tricks on him while he tried to rest.
"Yuno~" The same voice tried again, a teasing melody easing its way into the sound. Hearing his own name resonating in his ear while he slept instantly startled Yuno awake. His eyes shot open and his hands twitched suddenly in anticipation of a threat as he waited for the intruder to jump out at him in the dark. Nothing did, but a pair of glowing green eyes stared at him with flippant mischief. They shimmered in the moonlight and watched him tentatively as if they had been waiting for him to wake for a while now, which, knowing who the eyes belonged to, was probably true.
Yuno lifted his arms above his head and stretched, releasing a low groan as he did so. Blinking the haze out of his eyes and smacking his dry lips.
"Asta?" Yuno's asked, his voice a rumble from low in his chest that vibrated throughout the room.
The boy in question only laughed in response, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled tiredly. Yuno barely pushed himself up, enough so that he wouldn't feel the need to succumb back to sleep while he stayed up with Asta. It wasn’t unusual for him to be woken up at random times of the morning. Asta would wake up and nudge Yuno awake for his company until he felt tired enough to fall back asleep. Yuno couldn't help but sigh softly at the familiar sight of waking up next to Asta, a terrible fondness building in his chest and urging him to claim the beautiful boy in front of him as his and hide him away from everybody else. Yuno studied his face, the ash-blond hair had seen better days, it curled up towards the sky in tangled knots that looked as if it had never been met with a comb throughout all of its existence. Yuno preferred it this way though, it was almost customary at this point. He longed to run his fingers through the mess and to cradle Asta's head in his hands.
He turned over to face Asta, feeling his cheek smush where it rested against his palm while he stared at Asta. His smiled was so kind and pure, but now it was softer, almost private like he always was when they were close. Yuno smiled back as much as he could through the morning drowsiness, extending his arm out to the other boy, a silent gesture to lay in his arms. Asta flushed and ducked into his open embrace, resting on his elbow at Yuno's side without a care in the world.
Asta, ever the romantic, ruined the moment with a rather ridiculous wiggle of his eyebrows. It was probably an attempt to be amusing, but if that was all he had woken Yuno up for then he'd better be ready to run. Wordlessly, Yuno shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around Asta, tenderly tugging him closer and pushing him into his chest. Asta scooted further into Yuno's lax embrace and nuzzled against his chest affectionately. The sure sign of security and reliance practically made Yuno melt. The sensation of cradling Asta's delicate warmth close to which he had grown accustomed combined with his drowsy state already proved to be successful in lulling Yuno back to sleep.
Unfortunately, Asta had other plans. Shifting slightly, the loud blond moved to prop himself on Yuno's arm and until the two were practically nose to nose. "Yuno!" He cheered. "You finally woke up, you handsome jerk!" Asta whisper-shouted sharply in the silence of their bedroom.
"Hnngh." Yuno grunted sophisticatedly in response making Asta snort, his breath tickling Yuno's face.
"Move over, you're hogging the blanket." Asta scolded, already pushing a very startled Yuno to the edge of their bed and yanking the blankets his way. Yuno watched with wide eyes as Asta ripped away the blankets so hard that he fell off his side of their bed. Having forgotten his own strength Asta landed against the hardwood floor with a loud thud and a groan of pain. Yuno gripped fistfuls of the sheets and buried his face in the mattress to muffle his laughter as equal parts of both amusement and concern seeped into him.
It was too early for this.
Yuno shivered from the sudden cold that he was now exposed to with the lack of blankets as he wheezed into the covers. He inhaled deep, wavering breaths in an attempt to calm himself only to burst out laughing even harder. Gaining some of his bearings, Yuno turned to face where Asta tragically fell and cackled unceremoniously at the sight of Asta sprawled out and woozy.
"Are you—" Yuno's shoulders shook violently and he raised a hand to cover his mouth, muting his choked breaths of laughter. "Are you okay?" Yuno asked without one drop of concern or worry in his voice. Asta popped his head up from the other side of the bed grinning like a fool and Yuno lost it. A big red mark adorned the side of his face where he smacked it against the flooring. A booming laugh tore from his throat so suddenly that it brought tears to his eyes. Yuno's face was hot, practically boiling under his skin as he howled and slammed his fist against the mattress like a madman.
But Yuno didn't care about what other people thought of him, he never had to when he was with Asta.
Asta huffed and swung himself back up making the bed creak loudly as he bounced. "Sh-Shut up!" Yuno chastised. "You're going to wake up the others!" Yuno shakily held a finger to his lips and slapped Asta's arm harshly, still victim to his own laughing fit.
"Me?!" Asta gaped at him. "You're the one cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West!" Asta all-but screamed, jabbing his finger at Yuno accusingly. Yuno, now gasping for air at the comment, moved to hide his face in his hands in an attempt to regain some of his usual collected appearance. Yuno's abs hurt and his lungs burned from laughing so hard without a break. Though Yuno didn't even know why he was laughing. Yes, Asta falling was funny, but it wasn't that funny. Yuno probably should have been a lot more worried about Asta's safety than he was, rather than laughing like a psychotic maniac at what he guessed to be around one in the morning.
It must be something about the early-morning delirium getting to him.
Honestly, it was a miracle no one came in to check up on them with how loud they were being. The two of them were practically shaking the frame of the church with each rumble of their echoing laughter. Yuno's eyes briefly flickered up to Asta's as he panted with effort to catch his breath. He's always loved Asta's eyes. Flecks of gold and brown were just barely visible mixed in with all of the sheer color. It was like an explosion, two vibrant pools of Earthy greens and alien viridescence, a shade so beautiful Yuno couldn't label it as just one.
Then the corners of Asta's eyes crinkled with a dopey grin and Yuno knew at that moment he was done for. Asta's blushing skin stretched over his cheeks with such a large grin it made his nose crinkle, warping his faint litter of freckles that stood out against the pale light. Yuno went completely slack-jawed at Asta's beauty. As the smaller boy’s giggles died down Yuno rubbed all of the previous exhaustion off his face, trying (keyword trying) to will the red off of his face and push away the thoughts of him and Asta together. The whole situation was ridiculous.
He peeked out from behind his hands at Asta only to have his newly regained breath stolen from him once more, only this time it was for a completely different reason.
Asta's hair was tousled from sleep, curling around his chin and hanging down over his stunningly beautiful eyes. There was a carefree, flushed expression on his face as he smiled softly. Not big or bright like he normally did, more small and private like it was reserved just for him. A warm and fuzzy feeling built up in Yuno's chest making tingles spread from his fingertips to his toes. Asta was so, so beautiful, and he didn't seem to notice Yuno's staring either because he lazily stretched his arms over his head causing the large shirt pooling in his lap to rise and show off his toned stomach. Yuno's mouth watered at the sight alone and his fingers spasmed with the urge to reach out and touch.
Asta's mouth opened wide and his eyes closed lazily as he yawned adorably, but he interrupted himself halfway with a small laugh, still recovering from the situation prior. Yuno's throat tightened and his heart thumped in his chest, he was perfectly content with just watching Asta like this for the rest of his life. "You know..." Yuno started and Asta's head swerved to face him. Being the other boy's sole focus satisfied a particular itch in his brain. "If becoming the Wizard King doesn't work out, maybe you should become a clown instead," Yuno suggested with a lopsided grin as he finally pushed himself up into a sitting position. And if he scooted a little closer to Asta than necessary, then no he didn't.
Asta’s mouth fell open, his face all pulled together in an expression so sour, it made Yuno burst into laughter all over again. "You're so mean to me!" He whined, placing a hand over his heart and shaking his head solemnly making Yuno repress the urge to snicker. A familiar lovesick feeling bubbled up from inside him. The same one that always did whenever he was around Asta. It made him feel soft and cozy while simultaneously giving him the need to throw up.
Asta, blissfully unaware of this, pouted innocently. His lower lip jutted out and his cheeks took on multiple red hues as he leaned into Yuno's space, which did absolutely nothing to help his aching heart.
Swallowing thickly, Yuno forced his hands to stay by his sides. Constantly reminding himself that he wasn't allowed to touch. "Too bad." He teased, sitting up straight and using his height to tower over Asta. Yuno smirked triumphantly as he watched Asta's pout fall apart and be replaced with a small quirk of his lips. His heart thumped loudly in his ears as Asta took his hands in his with a bright smile like it wasn't a big deal.
He turned his head to the side and looked away, eyebrows pulled together and lips pursed in deep thought. Asta was so kind to him, even now as his fingers traced light circles on the backs of his hands. He knew how to make Yuno laugh, how to make him smile, he knew him like no one else did, just like Yuno did him. Still, Yuno wanted to know more, to feel more of Asta. The sudden intrusive thought brought a swarm of butterflies to Yuno's stomach.
For a brief moment his eyes flickered over to Asta and his heart surged to his throat. He was so beautiful. Sitting on his knees before Yuno on their shared bed was Asta. With his white shirt nearly falling off of his shoulders and showing more blushing skin for Yuno's hungry gaze. Tangled blond hair hung down in front of big green eyes that stared back at him with pupils blown wide from their time spent adjusting to the dark. Asta really was so, so beautiful. Yuno's heart fluttered and ached, and an idiotic surge of confidence fueled his next words.
“Can I..." He coughed awkwardly into his fist. "...can I try something?" Yuno wondered aloud, fidgeting with the sheets in a half-hearted attempt to distract himself from Asta. The request flew out of his mouth before he could ever hope to stop it. He shuddered a gasp, his head snapping over to Asta so fast he felt his neck crack. Was this really happening? Was he really about to do this?
Asta simply blinked up at him like Yuno wasn't going through a quarter-life crisis. "Sure!" With his permission given, Asta barely got through his cheery response before was Yuno smashing their lips together. The reaction was almost immediate. The jerk of Asta's head in the opposite direction of his own and the look of shock overcoming his gorgeous features. A startled choke and the faint feeling of Asta's mouth on his was all Yuno had before he pulled away, his heart thumping wildly in his chest all the while. Yuno’s throat burned with anxiety and choked apologies and Asta blinked at him like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Yuno?” He asked, voice too high and strained to sound natural. Yuno pursed his lips as he tried to ignore the throbbing of his pulse in his fingertips and nodded.
“Y-Yeah?” He questioned, inwardly cursing his voice for cracking with nervousness. A small, warm smile gradually took over Asta’s features as he scooted closer until he sat right before Yuno, laying on his calves with his muscular thighs spilling out over them. Yuno tore his eyes back to Asta’s with a new, faint thrumming sound nagging at the back of his mind. The static only grew louder as Asta’s hands drifted up towards his face. His fingers clasped together behind Yuno’s neck and forced him down to his height. He gazed back into Asta’s vibrant eyes, inching closer towards the two stunning pools. Asta leaned into him but maneuvered his head to the side, his hot breath puffing against Yuno’s ear. Asta’s thumbs dragged along the column of Yuno’s neck, muffling his pulse and pressing against his veins ever so slightly.
“Yuno?” Asta asked again, speaking slowly and enunciating each syllable. Yuno shivered at the sultry tone and the way his name spilled from perfect lips. A heady sensation bubbled from deep within his stomach. Yuno tilted his head down to face Asta and was met with Asta’s lips against his own.
His lips tingled numbly with pins and needles at the contact and Yuno embraced the static feeling of flames racing over him. Scorching heat spread throughout his body like a wildfire, boiling just underneath his skin and turning him all shades of pink. Uncontrollable flames of passion licked at his heartstrings causing them to sizzle and snap, and the raging inferno that came with it set his heart ablaze. Where Asta's hands held his were burning him dangerously, simmering the nerves low in his belly. Waves of sharp static encompassed his body and sent his mind into a blissed-out haze. The space between them snapped and crackled with tense electricity sending a sharp piercing stimulation running up and down his spine. Asta's hands around his neck were the only thing keeping him grounded as his body became completely weightless.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins at incredible speeds and washed away any ounce of reason he had left. Asta's lips slotted against his so nicely Yuno couldn't help but believe they were made for each other. Like two pieces of a timeless puzzle finally coming together with a taste so sweet and overpowering it made Yuno's head spin.
Asta's lips moved slowly against his own, shooting waves of pleasure through his body as their contact dragged on. Yuno leaned in closer and closer until their noses smushed up against each other's, pouring his all into the kiss. Nervousness bloomed at the forefront of his mind as he struggled to find ways to make Asta feel more secure, Yuno attempted to stroke small, calming circles on the backs of Asta's hands like he had seen Sister Lily do to the kids when their emotions spiked. Except Yuno's hands were too clammy to be relaxing, his fingers and joints too tense to properly reassure Asta the way he wanted and instead he fumbled over Asta's knuckles with clumsy brushes of the pad of his thumb.
A purely nerve-wracking feeling nagged in the back of Yuno's mind, the same one that came up whenever the thought of confession crossed his mind. Because to Yuno, there was nothing more exhausting and terrifying than opening up about how he truly felt over a situation, only this time it was him who had forced it upon himself and there was no hope of backing down. The walls Yuno had carefully built to protect himself came crashing down, the wreckage ringing so loud in his ears he couldn't think straight. Asta always did that to him. Sending everything he knew into disarray and flipping his perspective upside down. Now, Yuno couldn't help but fear his vulnerability. A feeling he had come to loathe yet Asta had come to love. While the loud blond never outright said it Yuno knew it was true, he could feel it the same way he could feel the anxious sweat running down his back. Asta made him vulnerable, and he took his time to nurture that vulnerability like it was second nature, bringing out a side of Yuno that he had taken good measures to keep hidden ever since that night he promised to become the Wizard King.
Yuno's eyes slowly blinked open as he pulled away, his lips still parted and eyelids heavy. His lips tingled with the lingering electric feeling of Asta's breath ghosting his skin. The feeling had his toes curling and head pounding in a way that left his heart yearning and begging for more. Somewhat in a daze, Yuno opened his eyes, straining to see Asta's expression in the darkness of the night. His body pulsed to the beat of his heart, thrumming and twitching with growing restlessness at the impending response. Asta stared at him with bright, curious eyes and flushed cheeks, but his posture was stiff and rigid as he faced Yuno. His breath caught in his throat and Yuno spiraled.
Years of complicated, pent-up emotions that Yuno hadn't manifested weighed down on his conscious and built a fragile hold of tears behind his eyes. He hissed through his teeth and melted into a puddle of shame. With an awkward cough Yuno lifted his head high, refusing to meet Asta's caring eyes.
"Thanks..." Yuno wavered despite his best efforts to keep his tone steady, the guilt and disappointment causing his throat to close and swallow up the mountain of words he had prepared to say. The heavy silence that followed boomed like the thunder that accompanied bright flashes of lightning on stormy nights. Yuno inhaled a shallow breath, barely able to breathe through the thick tension in the air.
The litter of apologies on Yuno's tongue stuttered when sweet, genuine, melodic laughter filled the emptiness of the room. His head snapped up so fast it cracked and he was instantly met with Asta's caring smile as more of the beautiful sound rang in his ears. Yuno gasped at the sight, all of his previous worries melting away. What was he so nervous about anyways? Asta was so perfect. The corners of Asta's eyes crinkled with the force of his grin. Red-faced, Yuno tumbled over a sea of incomprehensible words and turned away bashfully. His movement was stopped by two calloused hands enveloping his own and squeezing them reassuringly.
Yuno turned back to face Asta as the boy's laughter died down into a small, fond sigh. One of Asta's hands drifted up to cup Yuno's chin and stroke cheek softly with his thumb. He opened his mouth to speak but had no time to react before Asta placed a finger up to silence him. His green eyes twinkled with mischief, a kind yet dubious grin gracing his soft features as he locked their lips together like it was the most natural thing he could've done. A startled sound escaped Yuno at the unexpected gesture before he could stop it, unable to comprehend what was happening.
“You’re welcome.” Asta whispered, tone hushed and sweet like it was laced with honey. Asta’s eyes closed as he leaned in, softly connecting their lips again. Yuno’s breathing stuttered in shock and he froze at the feeling of Asta’s mouth moving lightly against his own. Small puffs of air filtered into his mouth through the softest amount of pressure. It was tender and careful, and Asta held him close like he was made of glass so easy to shatter.
Yuno’s hands shook with poorly restrained want as he pressed closer, grabbing onto Asta everywhere he could reach while he pushed their bodies together. Asta faltered with uncertainty for a moment before matching Yuno’s pace with equal amounts of fervor. Hands slithered their way up into his hair while their bodies rocked together. Moist lips took their time gliding over one another through a mix of groans and whines as they continued with messy, eager kisses.
There was no time for him to slow down, Yuno’s patience had run out long ago.