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Akutagawa stepped into his shared apartment; the smell of burnt food, cheap air fresheners and unclean laundry assaulting his nostrils. The unique part about it was that this gross scent comforted him. It smelt like home, because he knew Atsushi was here.
“I’m back from work!” he called out into the depths of this cluttered war zone.
His clean-freak instincts were calling for him to immediately give this place a thorough mopping and tidy-up, but he resisted this urge… for now. It could come later.
Right now, all Ryuunosuke wanted was to be in his lover’s arms.
“Hey! How was your day?” another familiar voice responded back.
It got louder throughout the sentence, and then it came into view.
Atsushi.
Akutagawa smiled and stepped forward, hanging up his coat and slipping off his shoes, “It was okay.”
The pair embraced, binding their arms tightly to each other’s waists and breathing deep sighs of content.
“You’re forgetting something,” Atsushi whispered into his ear.
Oh, right! Atsushi’s latest relationship goal was to have Akutagawa properly chat back when he was spoken to. Clearly, he wasn’t yet used to it.
“Uhm, how was your day?” Akutagawa mumbled. The words were foreign and unnatural on his tongue, and came out clunky and robotic. Cute.
Atsushi giggled, “It was fine. Kenji brought in home-grown vegetables for everyone, so we’ve got fresh carrots and potatoes to eat.”
“Very quaint.”
Akutagawa inhaled Atsushi’s fragrance once more, enjoying the sense of safety it brought him. Although he himself was rather scent-less, to an extreme where even Atsushi sometimes couldn’t smell him coming, he greatly appreciated the strong aroma his boyfriend possessed.
Some may call it odd, but he felt the smell was so sweet and good. Enticing.
Atsushi piped up first.
“What do you want for dinner?” he queried.
“You.”
Scoffing, Atsushi playfully cuffed Ryuunosuke on the ear.
“Actual food, please. That will come after for dessert. I’ll make it easier. Lasagna or chasuke?”
“Both are disgusting.”
The youngest made an offended gasp and released his iron grip, stepping back.
“Chasuke is delicious! And who doesn’t like lasagna? It’s like the most commonly loved pasta dish ever, and you LOVE pasta.”
Akutagawa shrugged, “Can’t we get takeout?”
“You will die of malnutrition,” Atsushi scolded, upset by his lack of diet health.
“That’s rich coming from the man who would eat chasuke for every meal of the day if I didn’t stop him.”
“Fine, fine! We’ll make soba or something.”
“Deal.”
Twenty three minutes later, both were sat across from each other at the dining table eagerly devouring their meals.
Atsushi finished what Akutagawa didn’t eat.
“That was actually pretty tasty,” Atsushi exclaimed, surprised by his own cooking abilities.
“It wasn’t terrible,” Akutagawa agreed.
The two stood up and came close together once again, sharing a tender kiss. Atsushi’s questing hands slipped beneath Ryuunosuke’s frilly shirt, roaming over his marred skin.
He didn’t mind the scars - he had just as many, if not more, himself. They had silently agreed when they first got together not to romanticise them, but he still found them beautiful and unique. The wounds made them who they were today. Atsushi wouldn’t change that for anything.
It was a funny thing really; both hated their own scars and blemishes, while the other admired them. Would trace and kiss them if the other experienced doubt over them. Would assure the other that they didn’t find them any less attractive for them.
The kiss remained gentle and sweet, though both could sense the undertone of want to it. Hand in hand they ushered each other to the bedroom, giving playful comments and the occasional squeeze on the ass.
Atsushi shut the door behind him with his tail and flopped onto the bed mattress. Akutagawa clambered on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head.
Snickering, Atsushi looked him up and down, “Does this mean you want to top tonight? Cus’ I don’t mind if you do.”
Akutagawa paused for a moment, weighing the options in his mind.
“No. I prefer to receive, and I’m too tired to top.”
“Mm.”
“Switch positions with me then.”
“As you wish, princess.”
Akutagawa removed his hands from Atsushi’s and allowed him to slip from underneath him, twisting him around. Ryuunosuke shuffled a little to get comfortable beneath him.
“Better?” Atsushi asked, using a mocking tone yet laced with genuine care for his enjoyment.
Akutagawa huffed with a smile, “Much.”
Atsushi leaned down, peppering small kisses along his cheek down to his neck, each one having un unspoken “I love you”.
With a groan, Akutagawa’s fingers began working on his belt, hastily trying to free his growing erection. After several awkward moments of fumbling Atsushi took pity and unfastened the top button and zipper for him, wiggling the tight trousers out from under his hips. His boxers had a prominent tent.
The younger sat between his knees, hands poised ready on his underwear waistband but not yet pulling them down - he was waiting. Akutagawa nodded swiftly.
Acknowledging the green light Atsushi tugged the soft fabric off, leaving Akutagawa bare from the waist down sprawled beneath him. The raven-hair pulled at Atsushi’s shirt, silently requesting he undresses too.
Atsushi giggled and stripped completely nude. In the back of his mind he knew it would take a long time for Akutagawa to feel safe enough to be fully naked in front of him. He wouldn’t push the subject. He loved Akutagawa, so he would be patient for him.
Ryuunosuke turned onto his stomach, his face mushed into the squidgy pillows and mumbling incoherent sounds. After parting the other’s legs once more, Atsushi dug into their nightstand and searched through the junk. Mere seconds later Akutagawa heard a familiar clicking noise, and then a squelch as the younger spread the lubricant onto his fingers, politely warming it up.
The tension was thick in the air. Both of them could feel it.
The younger gently parted the elder’s ass cheeks and pressed a wet kiss to the base of his neck. His nose pressed into Akutagawa’s silky hair.
“Can I start or do you need a moment?” Atsushi whispered into his ear.
“You may begin.”
He pressed one more kiss then leaned back onto his knees - he decided he would in fact need his eyesight for this step. For now.
A (slightly chilly) lubed finger prodded against Akutagawa’s entrance, slow and deliberate. It pushed through the ring of muscle with little fanfare and then deeper into the familiar warmth. Shortly after, it began thrusting in and out with a lewd squelching sound.
“This okay?”
“I’ll tell you if it isn’t,” Akutagawa’s muffled voice muttered into the pillow.
Atsushi added a second finger.
This one caused slight resistance, and took more effort to wiggle inside. Nevertheless, Akutagawa did not complain. So he continued, slipping the two fingers in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Atsushi decided to add a final, third finger once Ryuunosuke became impatient enough to rock backwards onto them, meeting his slow pumping motions with a quiet groan.
It was so sexy.
Both of their dicks were fully hard by now.
He deemed that Akutagawa was stretched enough when he could spread the three fingers with minimal struggle, and reached for the lube that had been abandoned on the bedsheets.
Akutagawa beat him to it, and drizzled a large amount along the shaft of Atsushi’s cock, holding it in the other hand. He next chucked the plastic bottle to God-knows-where and gave his cock a few languid strokes, ensuring it was thoroughly coated.
They repositioned themselves. Akutagawa was impatiently waiting on his front with his rear wiggling in the air and Atsushi knelt behind, stilling the eager hips with his left hand.
“Are you ready?”
Akutagawa nodded.
“Use words.”
“I’m ready. Please. Just do it. Quicker, you’re too slow.”
Atsushi scoffed and started to line himself up, “Love you too.”
“Uh huh. Hurry up.”
The tip pressed at his entrance, thick and weeping. God, Akutagawa loved the size of it. It was hot and heavy, and weighed down on his tongue. Not clumsily long, nor too short to reach the spots inside him that made his head spin. He had been thinking about this very moment all day.
Slowly, it pushed inside him. Atsushi nearly drooled at the sight. His own raw cock being practically swallowed up by the asshole of his former enemy. A few years ago he would have sent you to a psyche ward if you told him this is where their relationship would lead.
They both moaned lavishly when their hips met, Atsushi bent over Akutagawa with his hands planted each side of shoulders. Akutagawa’s knuckles were white with how tightly they gripped at the bedsheets.
“Can I, hah, can I move?”
“Yes, God yes! Move your fucking hips!”
Sweat from above dripped onto Akutagawa’s back as he felt Atsushi pull out so that just the tip was left inside, before repeating his previous motion and burying himself to the hilt. He groaned when Atsushi broke into an even pace, thrusting into him.
Every so often a little fart noise was made as air bubbles in the lube popped, and Atsushi laughed each time. It was sweet how he wasn’t afraid to be a little silly in the bedroom. It was slow, and fun, and intimate, and it was everything they needed after a long day at work.
Akutagawa extended his arm so his rested on top of Atsushi’s which burrowed in the sheets.
“I love you,” he mumbled, barely audible.
Atsushi leaned down to press kisses up his spine, a goofy smile plastered on his face.
“I love you too, Ryuu.”
Once Akutagawa started making high-pitched whimpers, Atsushi removed one of his hands from the bed and encircled Ryuunosuke’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. At first he wobbled at the loss of balance, but he leaned further against Akutagawa for support.
“Close?” he asked.”
Akutagawa nodded frantically, “Mmmhm.”
Akutagawa felt so amazingly full at that moment. He was stretched to capacity and yet he wanted to take more. He NEEDED more.
“Nnn, can I do it inside?”
“Uh huh - ah!”
Surprisingly, Atsushi finished first with a pleased groan. He buried himself deep and shuddered, grinding feverishly against the other. Akutagawa could feel every little twitch inside him as sticky fluid splattered against his inner walls.
He generously sped up the pace of his hand until Akutagawa also came undone, twitching beneath him whilst his cum unloaded onto the bedsheets.
Atsushi pulled out and moved to the side to avoid flopping his entire weight onto Akutagawa’s back (he had a feeling he wouldn’t be terribly pleased) and curled up under the sheets, beckoning for the elder to do the same.
Ryuunosuke quickly joined him, latching onto his side and contorting his body to avoid the soiled patch on the bed.
“We can clean up tomorrow, yeah?” Atsushi asked, his voice strained and tired.
“Mm.”
Akutagawa was almost already dozed off, and although Atsushi wouldn’t mind getting up to bathe him, he knew the other would rather sleep too.
“Good night. I love you.”
“Love you too…”
In the morning, the pair woke up to a horrible dried mess on their legs and chests, and sheets that had yucky stains that would need more than one wash to get out. They both vowed to always clean up immediately after to avoid this in the future.
This vow lasted until exactly 3 nights later, in which they repeated this same process.
At least they’re having fun, as that’s all that matters.