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< Akito.
He looks up. Turning to the side, he shoots his boyfriend a confused look and opens his mouth to speak, but Toya’s glare stops him. The taller’s eyes shift; Akito, his phone, then Akito again. He wants a text.
hello?? why r u texting me we r right next to each other. >
< Apologies; I don’t want the girls to hear what I want to say.
.. okay >
what is it >
< If possible during practice, do you think we could slip away without Azusawa and Shiraishi noticing?
< You are especially attractive today and I very much want to kiss you.
“Um, Akito? Why do you look like that?”
His face had exploded in red as soon as the message came through. In response to An’s comment, he coughs into his fist and clears his throat, simply in an attempt to process… that. In the corner of his eye he sees Toya’s small grin.
His boyfriend. Toya, one of the kindest, sweetest, most innocent people on Earth. His boyfriend wants to sneak away just to kiss.
“S- Sorry, must’ve swallowed weirdly or some shit. Just– just gimme a sec.”
After a moment of desperately willing his face to cool down, Akito picks his phone up again.
TOYA >
YOU CAN’T JUST >
WHAT >
< I’m sorry, is that too much? Did I make you uncomfortable?
NO JUST >
yes of course you’re extremely kissable. >
when we take a break we can prob step outside >
say we want fresh air or some shit >
< I see. Thank you.
< I look forward to it.
“Mkay, I think that’s good! We’ve got those choreos down with singing, so wanna take a break?”
An looks very happy with their progress; they have a show coming up at a new live house, and she is eager to make a good impression. Akito shares her enthusiasm. Unfortunately, practice was very difficult, what with Toya’s staring and that infuriatingly adorable soft smile.
“Yeah, sounds good, An.” Akito answers quickly, then turns to Toya and tilts his head. The taller nods, eyes shining. “Me ‘n Toya are gonna step outside for a bit, it’s really stuffy in here.”
“No problem, just be back in fifteen!”
Akito barely has time to process An’s response as Toya quickly grabs his hand and pulls him out of a side entrance. Allowing Toya to lead, they meander through alleys behind Weekend Garage until they reach what Toya must consider a safe distance, at which point Akito is quickly backed against a wall.
“Akito…”
One hand moves to cup his face. Another to gently rest against his waist. Akito can’t even think; he’s far too transfixed with the look in his boyfriend’s eyes.
“Akito, can I kiss you now?”
“Mm. You don’t hafta ask, Toya.”
And that was that.
Toya’s lips quickly fall into Akito’s. They slot together gently, as if they were made to do so. Then, Toya pushes forwards. The hand cupping Akito’s face pushes him into a tilt, and he happily obliges, allowing Toya a better position over his lips. The ginger melts into the kiss. One hand mindlessly drifts to the taller’s hair, running his fingers through the soft strands and pulling Toya a little closer. Toya stops moving for a moment. Then, he seems to understand. The hand on Akito’s waist shifts, so that his thumb brushes bare skin under his hoodie. With ever so slow, sickeningly gentle motions, he eases Akito’s mouth open a little. To anyone else, Toya’s delicate lapping would read as gentle, calm; to Akito, his desperation was clear.
It’s a little unlike Toya.
“Mm– oi, Toya…”
After a moment, the taller pulls away, though his hands remain on Akito. They remain close. Toya’s eyes are still fixed on Akito’s lips. “Yes, Akito?” His voice is low and quiet.
“What… What’s got you so worked up?”
Toya’s thumb brushes circles against his boyfriend’s cheek. “As I said in our messages, you seem especially captivating today. I wanted to kiss you and decided that, as you’re my boyfriend, there’s nothing wrong with it if I feel more attracted to you than usual. Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, course not, ‘s fine, just…” Akito pauses, sucking in a breath. “Explain. No fancy talk.”
“Hm?”
“You keep callin’ me… attractive. What makes you say that?”
“Mm.” Finally, Toya’s eyes tear away from Akito’s lips, glancing across his face. “Your freckles. They’re cute, and I always love when summer comes so I can properly see them.” The taller gently presses kisses onto Akito’s cheeks, ghosting over the skin and hovering over each cluster of dots. The heat on the ginger’s face is exacerbated by Toya’s breath as he realises what’s going on. “Your eyes, too… Something about the way light reflects on them is incredible. They’re green, but sometimes I find flickers of yellow or brown…” Toya kisses the corner of Akito’s eye. “I could look at your eyes forever, just counting those little flecks. And your eyeliner is different today-,” another kiss, to the other eye— “I like it.”
“Toya—”
Akito is ignored, as Toya continues brushing his hands over him. “Your hair. It’s grown out a bit differently since you last had it cut, I like the way it frames your face like this.” He kisses the edge of Akito’s hair on his temple. One of Toya’s hands moves to brush the shorter’s jaw, just below his ear; the chains from the piercings hanging there sway. “And I always love it when you wear these longer earrings.”
Toya’s hands tilt Akito’s head up, and he moves forward to kiss beside his ear, moving along the jawline. “I love everything about you, Akito. You’re perfect.” The words are murmured into the skin. The hand resting on his waist presses a little, shifting further under his hoodie to caress the skin. “Please let me appreciate you.”
Akito just exhales deeply as Toya raises his head, gaze once again fixed on the shorter’s lips. All he can get out is a meagre, “Please.”
Their lips meet again and this time it’s considerably more forceful, though still gentle. Toya is always gentle. He treats Akito with all the care in the world, as if he might break under any harsh touch. Akito balances him with enough roughness to account for both of them, whether that’s pulling Toya down into an embrace, or the way his hands ruffle his partner’s hair, or in these instances, how he tugs at Toya’s clothes and skin to bring him closer. He never hurts him, though. He couldn’t.
Toya’s tongue grazes at Akito’s lip, and he happily opens his mouth. The motions are still calm, but there’s a lot more heat on both ends and they slowly melt together. Akito pulls Toya’s head closer, pressing against the back of his neck. Toya buries his hand further in Akito’s hair. They’re pressed flush against each other now. Akito thinks Toya must be able to feel his heartbeat. Toya’s hand slips further under his hoodie, enough that it rides up, brushing at the edge of his ribs. The taller pulls away.
“You’re warm under here,” he says, close enough that his breath whispers over Akito’s face. His other hand drops down to the skin as well. “That’s another thing I love about you, Akito. You’re always warm.”
He is, but it’s opposed by Toya’s cold, which is now pressing and stroking against Akito’s embarrassingly ticklish waist and stomach. He tries not to tremble. He doesn’t want to break the trance Toya seems to be in. “Y—Yeah. I like that I can warm you up too.”
“Mm.” Toya leans down to bump their foreheads together. His gaze has moved from Akito’s lips down to his own hands, watching himself caress the skin. His nail catches against a particularly sensitive spot. Akito squeaks.
He squeaks.
The red on his cheeks isn’t just from Toya’s affection now.
“Akito…” Toya’s mouth quirks up into a smile, eyes glittering, “Are you ticklish?”
“No, just… just sensitive.”
“Mm.” His hands curl so that the edges of his nails deliberately brush against the skin, and he starts gently moving them back and forth. The muffled gasp is undeniable now.
Toya chuckles, and it’s so adorable that Akito almost doesn’t mind what’s going on, until he keeps tickling. Akito represses his own laughter as best he can, gasping and starting to push back against the touch. Unfortunately, Toya is a good four centimetres taller and currently has Akito backed against a wall. He starts to regret accepting the position. “Hey, T-Toya…”
“I think it’s cute. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
“Y-Yeah, I know you won’t hurt me, you’re physically incapable. B-But I don’t see why you have to— ah!”
Toya catches against a little scar, and Akito finally loses composure, laughing into his hand. The taller’s smile widens. “T-Toya, stop that! We were making out, like, two minutes ago—!”
“I don’t see why that’s relevant. You’re laughing.”
“You said you bought be out here to kiss me, not to torture me!”
“Oh.” One of Toya’s hands moves back to Akito’s neck, and though the other stays on his waist, it stills. “I apologise. Here.”
He leans into a kiss again, and this time they’re both chuckling as they push and pull against each other. Akito catches Toya’s top lip and tugs on it; Toya kneads the flesh of Akito’s waist. They both hum into the touch, then pull away, smiling. Toya exhales a laugh. “Well, Shiraishi said fifteen minutes, so we should probably head back.”
Akito’s head falls forward into the crook of Toya’s neck. “But Tooyaaaa.”
“I know.” The words are laced with laughter. Akito starts pressing featherlight kisses into Toya’s neck, and the taller steps back. Akito just follows and continues.
“Akito, come on.”
“But you’re so pretty…”
“Well,” Toya says, lifting Akito’s head in his hands, “I’m going to your house after practice, right? You can have more kisses then.”
They haven’t discussed Toya going over. Doesn’t matter; Akito’s never going to refuse him. “Yeah, alright.”
With a final kiss, they start walking hand in hand back towards the café, each of them trying to calm the blush on their faces and fix their dishevelled appearances before they arrive.