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"Time to shine!"
By a full throated baritone made the dark-skinned man woke up. There was, also, a "pikaaaa" and a weight in his stomach, sudden but not unbearable. Enough to make him realize it was a well known leaflet. Again.
"Why are you so loud this morning?" Raspy voice, Goh tried to communicate, not as awoken as Ash expected, since he still had his eyes well closed.
"It's pancake day!" Since they moved to Viridian, the explosion of pancakes' popularity in Kanto, a region that has most part of cuisine based in grains, became loud enough for Ash, someone who does not even know how to take a picture on his phone or what a trend is, to demand every single weekend to taste the sweet substance. Since then, beloved became enamored by one of the local pancake houses. But one is way more special than the others.
Poke Village is not the best name for the kind of service a pancake house offers, according to Goh's own mind, however they have pokémon-shaped pancakes.
And that, for someone like the strongest trainer of all regions, is a huge thing.
Unfortunately, his man is not exhilarated by the idea of waking up at that time, getting some decent clothes and walking by foot only to…
"Come on love, we need to go!" His partner's whining voice almost made him jump. Had to move his eyelids, fighting the sunlight that came from the window. Felt a touch on his chest, fingers tracing the skin.
His beloved human's figure was close to him when he finally opened his eyes. Examining the surroundings, the researcher could see a blanket ball that looked like Pikachu and Grookey. He is envious of them.
Ash, his adorable, precious lover, the only one who constantly makes Goh feel embarrassed about his own feelings, became professional at manipulating. How beautiful that guy is, wearing the purple sweater the Mew specialist gave to him, staring at him with such an appealing, flirtatious expression. The smile.
"It's Saturday." Decided to say, instead of his urge to state the fact that he loves him. His hand stopped the trails of the trainer's fingers. It was necessary for him to get a hold on himself to not turn the situation into something else.
"Yeah, I woke up at five in the morning, but decided to let you sleep a little, since you are so cute!"
Goh had to stop him on his trails, half thanks to embarrassment and the inherent erotical mist that man's touch tends to naturally create. Grabbing his arm, saw experienced the taller guy's weight find his body. The mattress' balance change did not go unnoticed, since a tired "Pikaaaa" came after a while.
"You smell like toast, honey. Why do you want to eat when you already had breakfast?" He stated, focused on the lover's breath. Since a fine scientist works with more than hypotheses, to verify, he gladly decided to lick some crumbs out of the trainer's lips.
Ash, who indeed had a morning snack, did not make a comment about the fact his mouth probably stinks, enjoying the moment while pursuing Goh's tongue at the first time he saw an opening.
They started like that for a while, tasting each other, hands exploring their bodies.
"I was impatient. Want some? I made a lot!" He said, carrying the words in a breathless, but excited tone.
Kissing that pretty smile was not an option. He must do it. The desire ingrained in Goh's heart, however, he is sure that Pikachu, visibly awake, and Grookey, who is still in the dreamland, will not be satisfied if they continue that.
"Edible ones?" Asked, playing with his beloved raved hair. The messy strands were desperate for a comb. Ash's cooking is troublesome. At least he is handful when It comes to washing dishes and cleaning the house, but his food is dangerous.
"I selected the best for you! Can we get pancakes after you eat?" Asked when the yellow pokémon finally came to them, snuggling into Goh's neck as if complaining about the noise, in a hiss.
"Yeah, It's too early for that." The ocean blue eyed man agreed with him, a hand patting his head. Poor thing.
The Champion hugged both, as soft as he could. It was not in his mind to be electrocuted in the morning. It has been an exciting day already, even his favorite existences of all are lazy enough to agree with his plan.
"Please! I can even choose your clothes. I know you like when I choose your clothes. And Pikachu, you get ketchup for lunch!" The electric mon changed his mind as fast as someone can say thunderbolt, going to the other side of the bed in a hurry while trying to wake up the grass monkey. Goh was way more defensive about his ideals, operating as he could to avoid his heart's unstoppable reactions.
It has been five years. In those time, he and his partner explored the world, expanded their dreams and constructed an unique kind of bond, enough to him know a tip or two about battles and Ash become quite insterested about his work as a researcher. Also, it was enough to him to fell comfortable about sharing one of his passions. The dark skin de man is not what people would call a fashionista, but he has some knowledge about fabrics and recent tendencies.
Seeing his lover trying to understand his personal tastes makes him feel indescribably touched.
"Your sense of fashion is improving. I should pat myself on the shoulder." He said, because well, time may pass, but he is still Goh, proud even wearing an exaggerated blush on the face.
"So…?" The trainer started to move abnormally close to his crotch. After all, he is Ash, always coming with the weirdest and more appealing says of winning a match. As much as the time passed, his loved learned a lot about his unprotected and sensitive body.
"Oh, stop! I will go with you." Agreed, hands
avoiding a specific area of his body to grow by lightly punching him off. It was too early for that and the ocean eyed one is naked. It was just not fair.
"Why are you trying to move me from your dick? I am having a good time!"
"J-just get out and prepare those clothes!"
Goh is in love. Love is something that grows every day when you have someone like Ash.