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“Tsukasa,” Akito’s voice was low, hushed, as he leaned in to place his forehead on the blonde’s back, near his neck. Akito gently put one of his hands on the other’s waist, then pulled him in softly.
Tsukasa’s quiet “Hm?” could only be heard from Akito. Tsukasa didn’t budge when Akito took a delicate inhale of his hair, which smelled faintly of lemon and vanilla. His hair was still damp at the tips from his shower, and Akito’s nose got tickled.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Akito murmured into his shoulder, lips brushing against him, but not in a kissing manner. Tsukasa felt his hands grip him a little more, and he smiled lazily.
“Mm. What else?” He asked steadily, voice just barely above a whisper.
“You’re feeding your ego,” Akito commented, but before Tsukasa could respond he told him, “Your hair is beautiful. It’s so perfect. You’re so perfect.”
Tsukasa hummed quietly when Akito wrapped his arms around him further, hands moving to feel his breathing, and his head leaned further into him. Tsukasa moved his own hand on top of Akito’s, just to feel him, and smiled more. “You are too. You’re so gorgeous, so perfect, too.”
“Even when I stay up late to finish my designs?” Akito shuffled inwards even more, snuggled real tight.
“Even then.”
“Even when I tease you for being scared of bugs?”
“You’re pushing it.”
Akito laughed, and Tsukasa relished in the noise, so messy, so wonderful, so him. “Okay, fine,” he sighs joyously, “But I was just letting you know.”
“Why?” Tsukasa asks softly, half-expecting a jokey answer.
“Because I love you,” Akito says into his head full of hair, almost like he was embarrassed to say it. Tsukasa’s cheeks warm up, and he shifts his head to Akito’s direction even though all he can see is the dark ceiling of their room.
Akito doesn’t leave any room for complaints—not that there would be any—and helps Tsukasa turn around so they could stare at each other, face to face. Akito breathes through his mouth and exhales through his nose, and, with his hands still on Tsukasa’s waist, hugs him. His head makes its home in the crook of Tsukasa’s neck, tickled by peach hair, and smiles contently.
Tsukasa practically melts, and relaxes in the touch, his own hands wrapping around Akito so he could feel his (somewhat sore) back. He sighs lovingly, makes a noise of content, and hugs Akito tighter. As if they couldn’t get any closer, Tsukasa decides to wrap one of his legs around Akito’s, who leans his hips in. They stay like that for a while, intertwined and huddled together, until Tsukasa can feel Akito’s lips on his neck.
It was a simple gesture, really, a sweet kiss with no ulterior motive. Tsukasa let him kiss there, and his hands roamed around Akito’s back more, feeling each and every imperfect design—that he deemed as perfect, because everything Akito related was perfect. He felt Akito shiver when one of his hands went on Akito’s side, and he smiled. Akito continued kissing, moved up a little to his jaw.
Akito backed his mouth away suddenly, getting a tired “Hm?” out of Tsukasa. They both stilled, for just a second, before Akito locked his lips with Tsukasa’s. The blonde wasn’t quite expecting this, but he welcomed the other boy with smiley lips. Tsukasa removed his hands from Akito’s back and moved them to the back of his head, feeling ginger hair curl around his fingers.
Tsukasa noticed how ardent this kiss was, almost as if Akito had been holding back for the past few days. He didn’t pay much attention to that, though, trying to match his energy for the time being. Somewhere along the line Akito must have inserted his tongue, wanting more and more of Tsukasa, who shifted his legs and body so he could get closer to the other.
It wasn’t until around the fourth round of kisses—each round was signified by breaking away for air—that Tsukasa brought his thumb to Akito’s cheeks and felt… tears? He pulled away, much to Akito’s dismay, and tried to study him in the darkness. Akito whined a little, shuddered when Tsukasa thumbed his cheeks and chin.
“You’re crying,” Tsukasa said, breathless. “Are you okay?”
“I love you,” Akito responded shakily.
Tsukasa sharply inhaled, before he smiled all giddy like a kid, and went in for another kiss. This one was short, more like a peck on the lips, and Tsukasa giggled when he broke away. “I love you too!”
Akito didn’t say much, but he smiled gently and leaned in to lay on Tsukasa’s chest. He heard his heartbeat, all loud and comforting, and closed his now dried eyes. He moved his hand so he was holding Tsukasa’s hand in between their bodies. Tsukasa messed around a bit, tapping his index, middle, and ring fingers to a nonexistent beat.
He inhaled through his nose, smelled more of that lemon and vanilla, and shifted his head upwards. “This design is about to be the death of me,” he suddenly whispered, eyes still shut, ears still listening for that lovely beat.
“Mm? How so?” Tsukasa’s voice rumbled above him, obviously a little tired and worn of use from speaking so loudly all day. Akito had no idea how he does this.
“It’s for a group of five,” Akito says, a groan slipping out. He feels Tsukasa move, definitely out of surprise, since his fingers stop moving for a moment. “I mean I’ve done one for five before but at the same time I’m doing—“
“The outfits for Ena’s party,” Tsukasa gasped, realizing the toll on Akito. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Akito.”
“No, it’s okay,” Akito grumbled, genuinely meaning it, but a guy in the back of his head said it wasn’t. “I’m not actually making anything for the designs, just sketching and coloring. Boss wants it in by… the 4th… Yeah, so I have some time.”
“Okay. Well, I can help on Ena’s outfit,” Tsukasa tells him, and Akito sighs with relief.
“Thanks. Hey, when are you done with shoots? Wanna go out.” Akito was a little done forming his sentences with how tired he was. Tsukasa still understood; he was rubbing Akito’s thumb with his own now.
“I’ll be done by the day after tomorrow,” Tsukasa answered, “What did you have in mind?”
Akito hummed, brain just barely drifting off. His own heartbeat had matched Tsukasa’s, and each movement Tsukasa did with his hands and legs mesmerized him to the point of lulling him to sleep. It was comforting, the way Tsukasa was so warm and gentle. Akito’s head lolled to the side a little, on his pillow, and suddenly his eyes felt real heavy.
“Akito?” Tsukasa murmured, voice below a whisper. When Akito didn’t respond, he snickered silently and kissed his forehead endearingly. “Goodnight, then,” he sighed, getting comfortable.
They had dozed off like that, wrapped entirely in each other, with tender hands and pleasant breaths. “I love you,” went unsaid, but their heartbeats vowed it for the both of them.