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Akihito bustles around the kitchen, his hands working quickly to whip up a mug of black coffee with a splash of milk. A slice of coffee cake sits on a plate next to the mug and then grabs a small sprig of mint and garnishes the cake before taking a step back. His hands rest on his hips as he looks over the simple but cute breakfast.
Even after fifteen years of marriage to his stubborn, taste-bud-challenged husband, he always makes sure the man has some form of cake to celebrate his birthday. Not that Asami cares; the only thing that can make his husband crack a smile is seeing Akihito cloaked in satin and ribbon.
Akihito grabs the mug and plate and silently pads his way down the hallway of their penthouse. His eyes take in the different pictures and artworks they have collected over the years that decorate the walls, giving the once artificial apartment a homey feel.
He stops at a photo that always manages to put a smile on his face. It’s a simple, candid portrait of them. The picture had been taken several weeks after their engagement when Asami surprised him with a trip to their island. They are standing on the beach, their profiles turned towards one another, with the setting sun and the water as the backdrop.
Asami is holding Akihito’s left hand, his ring glinting in the light. But what always gets Akihito is the look on Asami’s face. It was only the second time Akihito had ever seen the man truly unguarded.
His gold eyes are narrowed in a gentle, affectionate gaze, his left hand resting under Akihito’s chin as he tilts the blond’s face up. Akihito can see the laughing smile on his face, but for the life of him, he can’t remember the words he had said to the man.
All he can remember is the sense of belonging and how right the moment had felt. All of his cares and worries had been washed away by the waves hitting his ankles. The water had purified everything about their relationship; he no longer worried about Asami’s underworld business or the possible fact that Asami could leave him for someone better. The ring and the water soothed every scrape, blemish, and ding in their love story, leaving behind a sparkling, renewed opportunity of adventure that Akihito never wanted to miss out on.
Akihito hadn’t even seen Kirishima take the photo. He had been so wrapped up in the man standing before him. Kirishima gifted the photo to them on their first wedding anniversary. To this day, it is his favorite photo.
His mind snaps back into reality when he hears Asami’s voice rumble through the cracked door of his home office. His lips twitch when he picks up on the annoyed cadence of the man’s clipped words.
Kirishima must be giving him hell over something. Most likely emailing new reports that needed to have Asami’s signature before the project could be finalized. As he opens the door to the office, he is greeted by a typical scene these days that has him snorting softly in amusement.
Asami sits at his desk, reports and agendas spread out across the large expanse of the desk. His husband is hunched over the various folders, his eyes squinting as he moves the file close to his face before grunting and quickly pulling the paper away and at an angle. He then squints, his eyebrows furrowing into an exaggerated frown.
“Is this the one where if you look hard enough the words turn into a swan?”
Unamused gold eyes slowly migrate to clash with mischievous hazel, and Akihito can’t keep the grin from forming on his face. His husband scoffs at him as he returns to scowl at the file. “Very funny, Kitten.”
“Hmm, I thought so too. It’s nice to know you still find me hilarious in your old age.”
Asami doesn’t bother to look up at him again. “I am not old.”
“Oh, no, that’s right. You’re ancient; please, forgive a slip of the tongue.”
“That’s one, brat.”
“Think we can make it two?” He teases as he walks around the desk and settles the plate and mug down on top of reports.
“Those are important documents, Akihito. I can’t have coffee stains damaging the Singapore Casino budget.”
Akihito rolls his eyes. “Hush up, old man. Kirishima has copies upon copies, including digital copies, which you should be using instead of murdering trees. Besides, it’s your birthday cake which is way more important than the casino budget that was already taken care of two weeks ago.” He gives his husband a flat, knowing look.
An insufferable sigh escapes Asami’s lips, and he puts the report down. His chair creaks as he settles back against the dark leather, his legs crossing as he peers up his annoying yet beloved husband.
Akihito grins as he bends down, his hands pulling open the drawers behind Asami’s desk and begins to rifle through them.
“What are you doing?”
Akihito doesn’t look up from his search. “I’m on a scavenger hunt.” He teases.
“For?”
Several moments pass, and Asami relents on waiting to receive an answer in favor of taking a sip of the warm coffee and letting his eyes drink in the form of his partner hunched over allowing the wonderful bubble butt to be on full display for him. Birthday cake, indeed. He itches to grab it or smack it, but before he makes the decision, a delightfull croon leaves Akihito’s lips. Asami arches an eyebrow expecting Akihito to show him what has him so excited. Akihito turns around with a pair of reading glasses in his hands. His husband immediately frowns. If looks could kill, the innocent glasses would be on fire.
“You need to be wearing these.” Akihito firmly states, using his best ‘you better listen to me’ husband voice. Asami doesn’t pout. “I don’t need them.”
Akihito releases a heavy sigh as he walks over and pushes Asami’s leg down so he can settle in the man’s lap. His arms come up and he gently places the glasses onto Asami’s nose.
His heart skips when he sees the man in the wired frames. Behind the lens, Asami’s eyes are bigger, and the gold is more pronounced in his annoyance. But it does nothing to hinder Akihito’s lust at the sight of his husband sitting in a button-down shirt, glasses perched on his nose, and a scowl on his lips.
“I think you look handsome in them.” He smiles.
A spark lights behind Asami’s eyes, and Akihito shivers as he knows that look all too well. It usually doesn’t bode well for his ass. However, it is Asami’s birthday, and he can’t deny the man anything. He just can’t give it to the man too easily.
“Is that so?”
A quick swipe of his tongue over his lips draws Asami’s gaze, and Akihito smirks as he wraps his hands around the man’s thick neck, his fingers running through the short salt and pepper hair on the back of Asami’s head.
Asami leans forward, his hands wrapping around his waist and neck as he guides Akihito into a smoldering kiss that has Akihito fighting for air after several moments, his chest burning at the lack of oxygen.
He taps Asami’s chest, his fingers pulling at the silk of the man’s shirt before Asami finally relents and pulls back. Both are gasping, and Akihito’s eyes traverse his husband’s face. He takes in the skewed glasses, and the spit slick mouth and the soft blush on the tops of Asami’s cheeks.
Before he can get in too deep, he pushes himself as far back as Asami’s hands allow, his spine connecting with the edge of the desk with a small thud. He raises a finger and pokes Asami’s chest, his eyes narrowing.
“You need to eat your birthday cake before we go any further.”
Asami hums and ducks his head down, his voice caressing Akihito’s ear.
“There’s a piece of cake I would like to eat.” A hard squeeze to Akihito’s butt has the blond jumping in surprise.
The warm hand skims along Akihito’s thigh as he gasps before Asami withdraws the appendage and rests it on his hip. The warmth of the man’s palm burns through the layer of clothes but he ignores it. For now. “Asami, no!” Akihito whines, “You have to blow out the candle and eat it. I worked hard on this.”
“Fine.” The single huffed word has Akihito grinning, and he reaches around to grab the plate with the single slice of coffee cake resting on it. He holds his out in front of him, his eyes shine as he shows his husband his hard work.
“Good, now you only have one candle on your cake because I can’t fit fifty-six candles on this slice. So instead, you have to blow the flame out fifty-six times.”
Asami’s rumbling laughter shakes Akihito’s body, his chest bouncing Akihito slightly. He can feel his husband’s hands slide up his spine before moving back down and resting on his ass. “How about I blow you instead? Fifty-six will be a new record for us.”
“Pff. You can’t even keep it up for fifty-six minutes, let alone blow me fifty six times. Who can even come that many times?” Akihito scoffs as he wiggles the plate in front of him, hoping to entice the man for a few more moments. He will do anything to save his ass at this point.
“I accept the challenge,” Asami says and begins to stand up.
Akihito nearly drops the birthday cake on the file for the casino budget as he squawks . “Wha-? You do not, old man! I don’t agree to your terms.”
“Too bad, it’s my birthday, you can’t deny me anything on my birthday. Remember when you made that a rule?”
Akihito pouts. “I’m regretting it.”
Asami’s rich laughter echoes around them, as the plate of coffee cake is abandoned on the desk.