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Akito wasn’t a whiner. Nor was he a complainer, or grouser, or any other synonym. In fact, he prided himself on the fact that he can withstand pretty well. He can say ‘no’ easily, and he doesn’t have to beg to get his way. (And sure, maybe he knew he was stubborn, but it fell more into the persistent side of things rather than annoying. He didn’t tolerate being a nuisance.) Yet, somehow, when it came to Tsukasa, he found himself on his knees time and time again. For a piece of cheesecake, for cuddles, for kisses, for more and more. Tsukasa completely changed him, and for some reason he can’t help but be glad.
What seems like forever ago, he wouldn’t have been so mad that Tsukasa had stopped bringing cheesecake for his bento and swapped it for carrot cake, because he simply didn’t care. Maybe he would be unfortunate, that he can’t trick Tsukasa into giving him a bite, but overall not that serious. But now, he’s frowning, eyebrows excessively turned upwards as he forces his eyes to shimmer brightly.
“C’mon…” Akito groans for the umpteenth time, hands interlocked as he gains ever closer to the blonde. Tsukasa tries getting a forkful of cake and shoving it towards Akito’s mouth, but Akito (dis)respectfully declines, backing away swiftly.
“If you want cake,” Tsukasa bitterly responds, “you’ll eat the carrot cake.”
“No… No…” Akito whines, crossing his arms. He looks completely like a primary student, with the tone and all, as he reclines further from the cake. He loves cake, he hates carrots. Tsukasa assumed it would be a good step towards eating carrots by themselves, but the ginger proves him wrong.
“Yes. Yes. Just one bite,” Tsukasa snarls softly, not wanting to sound overly rude, but his emotions betray him, with the way he clicks his tongue and stomps his foot by accident. “Shinonome Akito—“
“You’re not my dad,” Akito huffs. Yup. Completely lost in the role.
Tsukasa blinks. Then he squints. Opens his mouth. Closes it once more. “Just a bite. Tiny little bite. A nibble, even. Then I’ll bring cheesecake tomorrow,” he promises, he pleads, almost begging like the boy before him. Akito pretends to think, and knowing Tsukasa, it’d probably be homemade. But now he’s committed to the bit, and he has to see it out. So, he just grumbles at Tsukasa, mumbling under his breath something along the lines of ‘unfair,’ and flicks the fork away. Tsukasa gasps, comedically so, and flips his head around dramatically, then eats the cake. He exaggerates the ‘Mmms' and ‘How delicious!’ Akito doesn’t buy it.
“Oh, Akito… It doesn’t even taste like carrots!”
“Then why is it called ‘carrot cake’?!”
“Because it’s made out of carrots!”
“Exactly!”
“You—“
The bell rang, and Tsukasa cursed. He quickly ate the remaining three pieces (because he kept trying to show how good it was for Akito), and packed his bento up. He looked at Akito for a good five seconds before declaring, “I’m not bringing any type of cake at all tomorrow then, if you want to be that way.”
Akito’s eyes widened, and he looked at Tsukasa in pure shock, “What?!” Damn it. He took the bit too far. Tsukasa just nodded and pecked a kiss on his cheek before leaving with bright eyes and a giant wave. ‘Go to class,’ is all he heard, but he was still too occupied in his previous statement. He groaned, covering his eyes with his hands. “Fuck.”
So he thought he wouldn’t whine about anything anymore. Surely, after this event, he’d catch the drift?
No.
Akito has noticed, against his will, that he likes to cuddle with Tsukasa. He tries to get closer and closer, until he’s right up every nook and cranny, almost purring like a cat. Now, this wouldn’t be that big of a problem if Akito didn’t shamelessly try to do this out in public. He didn’t know when it started, but he knew it began as some sort of game, a challenge. They’d be out in public, and Akito would try getting Tsukasa distracted so he could lean towards him, so eventually Tsukasa doesn’t even realize Akito’s so close. Of course, Tsukasa has caught on, and told him to just say if he wants to be lovey-dovey. Akito hates calling his ‘star-worthy’ cuddles that, makes it sound all mushy. (He also likes a good challenge, so he decides to keep going.)
But it only becomes a big deal if they’re with other people, and if said people didn’t know they were in a relationship. Now, Akito said he didn’t mind being stubborn, but at the moment…? He wishes he would just let Tsukasa be, but how can he? The blonde deserves it all, and he’s so easy to deceive…
Today they were at the mall with Mizuki and Ena. Akito did not want to be in this predicament, but Ena said she won’t bother him as much today, as long as he doesn’t argue. So he tagged along, telling Mizuki not to bother him either. ‘Yeah, yeah, lil’ bro,’ they said. But he knew they wouldn’t keep up with her promise. Tsukasa actually wasn’t part of the group at first, but he spotted Akito and Mizuki, and apparently they all wanted to shop for clothes. So here they were, in a clothes store, all spread out.
Tsukasa had announced he’d be with Akito, to which the others giggled at. Akito blushed, but made sure not to make it obvious, as he walked with Tsukasa near the back of the store. He watched as Tsukasa fumbled through the shirts, most of which were girls' sizes and definitely not for him, presumably for his sister. Akito just looked… And looked… And. And he was bored. Devastatingly so. He tried getting Tsukasa’s attention, but the star was busy looking at long sleeves.
“… Tsukasa.”
“Hm?”
Finally.
“‘M bored.”
“Oh. Well, I’ll be done in—“
“Kiss me.”
“Hah?!” Tsukasa looked taken aback, as if the request was never heard of. (Which would be false, because Akito has asked him time and time again for a kiss.) Tsukasa sort of smiles a bit, an awkward one, as he places down a shirt. “You— now?”
“Yeah. Now. Doesn’t have to be much. I’m just bored. I’m bored, Tsukasa. Bored—“
“Okay! Okay! Uh… er…” Tsukasa scratches his neck cartoonishly and tilts his head at an angle. “But like… now…?”
Akito nods, frown deepening as he tries to get closer to Tsukasa. Tsukasa sighs, looking around a bit. He looks above them and spots a camera and blushes, but tries to ignore it when he realizes nobody else is here but them. He’s silent for a while, and Akito is about to flick him in the forehead, but Tsukasa grabs him by his lapel and clumsily bonks their mouths together. Akito melts fully, glad for the small moment of attention, then Tsukasa breaks apart.
“There. Happy?” He tried sounding rude, or pissed, but it was unconvincing. He was blushing all over, and Akito knew he wanted more. He could give it to him now, but… Akito just snatched the blonde’s hand and smiled. Tsukasa sighed peacefully, giving him a squeeze before going back to the shirts. Little did he know, Akito was going to tease him all day.
When they got back to Ena and Mizuki, they were both practically devoured in clothing, a mixed media of their combined styles. Akito ‘tch’ed; where are they gonna pull that money out of? Tsukasa, he can understand, since his parents were pretty wealthy, especially considering his house. Though, he’s never seen Mizuki’s house before… Whatever. They bag the clothes and head to the food court, where Ena and Mizuki say they’ll get the food and ‘Your little faces will sit still and look pretty.’ Akito had snorted at that.
He looks to Tsukasa, who’s observing the area quite… Cutely, he thinks. He’s cute. Akito grabs hold of Tsukasa’s hand again, and the blonde just smiles tightly. Akito, so changed by this man, now does the exact same acts of affection he does. He recalls a time when Tsukasa would be all stubborn and childlike to gain Akito’s attention, and now the roles have flipped. So now… in this extremely full mall with the risk of his sister catching them, Akito leans just a tad bit closer…
Tsukasa’s quiet, as he’s realizing what the ginger is doing. He can’t exactly bring himself to tell Akito to stop, but Akito knows when he gets too uncomfortable. Akito lays his head on Tsukasa’s shoulder, gets all close to his face, enough to see his red cheeks and glittering freckles. Tsukasa’s also breathing a bit harder, face practically melting as he feels Akito’s arm slip around his waist. Neither boy says a thing, the tension thick as a stone, and Akito truly thinks the blonde is about to melt, with the way he’s sweating from the heat of Akito’s breath on his neck.
Silence.
…
Was the mall this quiet before…?
Tsukasa’s about to say something, and lifts his jaw to speak, but Akito didn’t want him to ruin the mood, so he leans in for a soft kiss on his neck—a quick one—then another on his lips. He immediately retracts his arm from the older boy. Tsukasa soon realizes he misses the touch, and is about to turn to Akito for a better kiss, but Ena and Mizuki come back with ramen. Akito acts casually, but he hears Tsukasa clear his throat and awkwardly shuffles his feet to cross. Akito smiles in his mind, and leans his foot on Tsukasa’s. The blonde just looks at him with an unidentifiable expression, and kicks his foot back. Oh. A game of footsies? But Akito’s too late to respond because Tsukasa starts eating his food once he thanks the others.
Akito inwardly groans as he thanks the others as well and begins to eat, not before letting Ena take a picture of his food (he messed with her, put his hand in the way two times out of the three). Ena and Mizuki struck a conversation about the cloth Mizuki was using for her dress that she wore yesterday. They said it was—no, Akito didn’t actually listen. He probably should, given that his job is in a damn boutique, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He kept giving glances to the boy next to him, noticing how he hasn’t stopped blushing, how he’s just a little further away from Akito than usual.
Once they’re all done eating (and after Ena had a staring match with Akito when he stole one of her shrimps), Mizuki says they have one more thing to do, and steals Ena to go along with her. “Bye, lil’ bro, bye, senpai!” She calls, even though they’re not actually leaving, and leaves to go wherever. Leaving Akito alone with Tsukasa… He smiles a little, but notices how far Tsukasa’s being even when he holds Akito’s hand.
“Tsukasa,” Akito says, the first word directed to him in a while, “are you okay?”
The star sort of stands there, unsure of what to do or say, until he grips Akito’s hand and tugs him towards the bathroom. Akito blinks, too slow to catch up with what’s happening, when Tsukasa puts them both in a stall and—doesn’t kiss Akito, surprisingly. He just looks at him. Expectantly? No. Indifferently? No, of course not. Akito can’t tell what he’s thinking until—
He sits Akito down on the toilet, looks at him for another moment again, and then, “You’re really stubborn.”
No sour face, with that stupid remark, so Akito can’t help but gawk at what the hell he means. He had enough time to recollect himself and respond, but Tsukasa leaned in, a hand in Akito’s hair—not really tugging, but Akito’ll make him do so—put a hand on Akito’s hip for the time being and kissed him, almost with urgency. They haven’t really made out in a while, only soft kisses and tender touches. Making out like this is preferred in a bed, and at night, where no one could see and they had all the time in the world, but of course, desperate needs call for desperate measures.
“Tsuk—“ Akito tries when Tsukasa breaks away; it was almost as if the blonde was trying to stop him from talking, because he kept kissing him without letting him catch his breath. Tsukasa brings a knee in— “Fuck,” Akito tries to keep down, but how can he? The guy above him is fucking grinding into him with his damn knee, he might as well ascend to heaven or something. Where the hell did Tsukasa even learn to do all this? Akito swore he wasn’t this aggressive last time they did this sort of thing.
Tsukasa doesn’t stop kissing or grinding, getting a well deserved groan out of Akito. Akito wants to do something too, but he’s immobile, with the way Tsukasa has his hand on the back of Akito’s head, leaning him further into his kisses. Akito curses, trying to quiet his breathing once Tsukasa moves his lips onto Akito’s neck and lightly tugs him with his hand. His head leans back with Tsukasa’s touch and this way Tsukasa has more space to work with. “Tsukasa…!” Akito’s whining now, a little louder, trying again and again to shut up. Tsukasa doesn’t say anything, just grinds his knee in like his whole life depends on it. Again—where the hell did he learn all of this?
Akito’s turned into a fit of noises, as now he can’t help himself. Tsukasa’s lips were on his neck, not his mouth, where he could have muffled the sounds. “Ts—Kasa, Kasa—“ Akito keeps on saying. He doesn’t know exactly why he calls for his name, as it won’t achieve anything more than a particularly resolute knee grind, or a scanty bite on his neck. … Maybe that’s what he wants? Whatever, Akito’s really melting now, into Tsukasa’s almost intoxicating touch… Intoxicating is the wrong word. Invigorating, maybe. Possibly electrifying. Positive words, because Tsukasa is undoubtedly positive.
Tsukasa finally takes his mouth off of Akito’s neck, but his hand doesn’t leave his hair. Akito looks at him, squinting a little from the pleasure, but he tries his hardest not to let loose so he can keep this moment alive. Tsukasa notices this, and tries to get him to finish, and Akito just barely does, shaking almost violently and letting out a dangerously loud moan—but he can’t go out now, no, not yet. He holds out his arm and gets Tsukasa to lean down towards him, breath warm and sultry as he brings his mouth close enough to kiss the boy but stops. They’re an inch away from kissing, and Tsukasa tries to lean in once more, but Akito moves his hand to Tsukasa’s chest and pushes him back. Tsukasa watches him intently, curious as to what his motive is, before realizing he’s on top and has the advantage. (It’s unsaid, but this is the only time he lets himself be “rude” to anyone.)
Tsukasa leans in and hugs Akito, gets him even closer, kisses his neck one last time before grinding harder. Akito—Akito’s lost, in all the pleasure, and—and—
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” Akito pants, groaning, feeling his boyfriend’s knee on him move a little slower now. Akito hisses and keeps bucking, wanting to keep it going ‘til he can’t any longer. “Hold—“ Akito starts, choking on his own moan—“me, hold me, hold—“
Tsukasa obliges, keeping his knee in place as Akito stirs on it, and he grabs Akito’s back and pulls him closer. Akito whines gain higher and higher, as he shakes his release out, quivering breath dying out as he calms himself down. The two stick like that for a while, Tsukasa letting Akito lean back on the toilet behind him. They’re hushed, as Akito’s mouth thins into a line and twists as he trembles. He knows Tsukasa’s knee is weak from bending it for so long, in a somewhat awkward position, but Tsukasa just smiles at him, ignoring the discomfort for now. Tsukasa starts giggling now, leaning in for yet another kiss. Akito sighs into the kiss, his eyes failing to keep open as he inserts his tongue. Tsukasa lets him relax for the time being, hearing his fluttering moans soothe with the kisses.
…
“See…? You’re stubborn,” Tsukasa comments, faintly laughing.
Still no sour face, no bitter ulterior motive. Just a fact.
Akito gives a faux angry sigh and flicks him in the forehead and bucks his hip a bit, grimacing at the warm feeling within his boxers. “Gross. Nasty ass, warn me when you start doing shit like that.”
“I’m sorry!”
And back to his usual self he goes.
“‘S fine. I guess. Need my pants off to clean,” Akito responds, avoiding eye contact as he slides his pants off. He squints at the thick liquid that somehow reached his knees already. He moues, grabbing the toilet paper and wiping himself off. He finally looks up to Tsukasa once he’s done, throws the paper in the toilet and pulls his pants back up. He squirms a bit after flushing the toilet, knowing how gross it is to wear the pants, but doesn’t pay it any mind. Tsukasa is a little guilty from his reaction, Akito can tell, so he gets closer to the blonde and locks his lips with him.
When he breaks apart, Tsukasa’s gleaming, radiantly so, and opens the stall for Akito as if he were a prince. Akito rolls his eyes fondly, and goes to the sink to wash his hands. He also checks himself in the mirror—good, Tsukasa didn’t bite down too hard. He looks at Tsukasa through the mirror, and he can’t help but smile softly. Tsukasa doesn’t notice him, instead stretching his legs and back, yawning to further his actions. Akito just snorts and brushes himself off, then walks out to the rest of the mall with Tsukasa.
Tsukasa coughs into his hand, gets a little closer to Akito, and says in his ear, “I lo-o-ove you…”
He drags out the ‘o,’ making Akito snort out loud and ruffle his hair. A snarky face, Tsukasa makes, which gets Akito to giggle like a kid. Tsukasa just rolls his eyes lightheartedly and says a little louder this time, “I love you.” Akito looks at him, a little blankly, before blushing furiously and looking down at the oh-so-interesting marble floor of the mall. It’s Tsukasa’s turn to giggle, as he grabs hold of Akito’s hand and drags him over to a cookie vendor.
Akito’s quiet as he listens to Tsukasa order for the both of them (“Two chocolate chips please!” he says with the brightest darn smile the world has ever seen.), but one thing stays in his head as they go back to the food court to wait for Ena and Mizuki.
“Uh… Are you good?” Akito asks once they settle, watching Tsukasa take out his cookie. He slows, confusion gaining as he looks up to Akito.
“What do you mean? I’m good! I am so good, actually. That was exhilarating, you know? Ah—it would have been a little embarrassing, if someone walked in—“
“No, I mean like…” Akito shuffled, signaling downwards. Tsukasa looked more confused than ever, raising an eyebrow as he looks at his cookie. Akito sighs—“I mean, did you want me to…” He makes a movement with his knee and puts emphasis on the next noise he makes. Tsukasa blinks… then again… before,
“Oh! Oh, I-I’m fine! I uh—ahem! Trust you to… take care of me… when we get home. Yes. Yes! Let’s just get done here, yeah?” Tsukasa waves him off, now taking a bite of his cookie and giving an exaggerated ‘mmm!’ as he always does. Akito’s not convinced, but Tsukasa is right, he’ll take care of him when it gets a little darker out. For now, he takes his phone out and calls Ena, biting down on his cookie. (He resists the urge to ‘mmm’ like Tsukasa, because it is in fact really good.)
As he calls Ena, he looks at the boy in front of him, all his fiery features, his enticing orange eyes and warm smile, his well-kept blonde-peach hair and golden star earrings given from his sister that he never seems to stop wearing. Akito almost misses his cue to respond to Ena, with how entranced he is by Tsukasa.
His mouth turns upward, as he closes his eyes and enjoys the cookie—ah, the presence of Tsukasa, that’s what he enjoys the most. Tsukasa starts a conversation, and even though Akito has no idea what it’s about (the new props for his latest play, they’re all blue instead of green), he still likes the sound of his voice, it’s like some sort of trance for Akito. He can’t wait for tonight—for that loud, boisterous voice to turn into a gentle croon as they lay together, unseen and sheltered from the rest of the world…
Akito throws his and Tsukasa’s wrappers into the trash next to them, scratching his head as he gets the thoughts out of his mind. That’s all for later. Now, he just has to relax and enjoy himself with Tsukasa, who spots Mizuki and yells really harshly for almost no reason. Akito crosses his arms and sighs endearingly, watching Mizuki yell back, albeit a bit more softly.
This guy, he thinks, and stands up with him.
I love him.