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Toya feels… fuzzy.
He’s fine, of course, he feels more than fine, but for some reason everything seems a little blurry. Oh well, it’s probably nothing. He opens the door to his bedroom (which he does not recall approaching, but oh well) and takes a step inside. Akito’s on his bed, and he’s about to say hello but then he pauses, because-
Since when did Akito have fuzzy dog ears and a cute, fluffy orange tail?
Akito looks up at the sound of his entry- his ears perk up and his tail actually starts wagging when he sees Toya, and.
This can’t be real.
They stare at each other for a moment. “Toya?,” Akito calls, cocking his head to the side; his ears bob with the motion, and all Toya can think is puppy puppy puppy puppy because oh my god Akito is so cute like this.
After a second, Toya clears his throat, taking a cautious step towards the bed. “Um, Akito… why do you have…?” He raises a hand above his own head, motioning to where the ears would be if he had them. Akito looks at him in confusion before nodding,
“Oh, Kamishiro-senpai.”
…That makes sense. Kamishiro probably could come up with something like this, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’s done.
“Okay.”
They stare some more.
“…C’mon, sit down.”
Toya can’t help but oblige; he walks forward, sitting on the mattress in front of Akito and just… looking at him. He’s so damn cute. One of the ears is perked up whilst the other folds downward; he even still has the signature ring piercings in the pricked one. His hair sits fluffier than usual around the base of the equally soft-looking ears. Toya can’t help but want to…
“Akito?”
“Mm?”
“Can I…” he motions to the ears, “can I touch?”
A moment passes. Akito scoffs (a cute little canine fang catches his lip), face turning bright pink as a grumpy frown overtakes his expression, but he leans forward; the wagging of his tail makes his actual feelings obvious, and Toya can’t hold back a little giggle. He reaches forward, gently settling a hand into the fluffy orange hair, and…
Oh.
He runs his hand along the floppy ear, folding it upwards and then lowering his hand to scratch behind it; the fur and hair is so soft, he could keep touching it forever. He rubs between the ears, ruffling the hair a little; Akito hums, pushing forward into the touch. A small giggle escapes Toya as he brings his other hand up, rubbing and scratching around both ears. “You’re so soft, Akito,” he says, smiling widely. “Does it feel nice?”
Akito mumbles an affirmative answer, so Toya doubles down; he tugs his partner closer, pressing kisses into his hair as he rubs along his fuzzy ears. His hair is fluffier than usual, smelling of strawberries and syrup. Toya smiles wider. “You’re so cute, Aki,” he murmurs; the wagging of Akito’s tail increases intensity again.
They stay like that for quite a while; Toya is absolutely enamoured with the adorable additions to his partner, and it’s obvious just how much Akito is enjoying the pampering. He gradually shuffles closer, his head resting onto Toya’s chest. The bluenette smiles and continues petting his soft ears.
Eventually, Toya looks down; Akito’s face is resting at the crook of his neck, moving up to press his nose into the base of blue hair. “A-Akito, baby, are you… sniffing me?”
The dog-boy glances up, pressing his head against Toya’s shoulder; he pouts, pink blooming across his cheeks and highlighting his freckles. “…Y’smell nice. Like cookie dough.”
Toya’s eyes widen briefly. Did his sense of smell get better too…? It would make sense, if he’s taken on dog-like features, for his abilities to be heightened in the same way. He gently pats the space between his ears, “Thank you. You’re very sweet, you know.”
Akito’s tail wags back and forth particularly strongly, and he mumbles quietly into Toya’s neck; after a moment, the taller boy feels a light, wet sensation against his skin. “Hm…?”
He feels it again, and then another. He twitches, “A-Aki, that tickles…”
“Mm…” Akito brings his head up again, looking at Toya with pink dusting his cheeks; the tip of an equally pink tongue peeks out between his lips. Toya’s eyes widen.
“Ah, were you giving me kisses…?”
Akito nods. Toya’s heart threatens to explode out of his chest with the amount of love in it. He brings his hand up, scratching behind one of his partner’s ears, “Thank you, love.”
The sheets rustle as Akito’s tail wags again, and Toya grins; he can’t help himself, using his hold on Akito’s head to tug him forward, planting kisses along his nose and forehead and the fuzzy softness of his cheeks. The skin under his lips burns, and he can’t stop himself from giggling when he notices the flustered pout on his partner’s face.
Finally, he zeroes in on Akito’s lips. Their foreheads press together, olive eyes meeting silver for a few seconds before the inevitable occurs; their mouths connect in a soft kiss, Toya continuing to rub circles into his partner’s hair in a mimicry of Akito’s usual affection towards him. They pull back after a few seconds– Toya grins, pressing into another kiss.
They fall back against the cushions after a moment, Toya pressed beneath his partner; he giggles into the kiss, listening to the quiet ruffling of fur and clothes as Akito’s tail continues to swish back and forth in joy. He shivers a moment later as the sharpness of a canine fang catches his lip.
Toya lets his back sink into the mattress, entirely comfortable as he kisses his puppy of a partner. They kiss and kiss, and Toya couldn’t be happier.
“Toya.”
He blinks, not quite realising Akito had pulled back. “Mm?”
“Toya.”
“Yes…?” He blinks again, a little dizzy. Maybe they kissed too much.
“Toya…”
He blinks again, and when his eyes open, the world around him is blurry. “Mmh…?”
“Toya.”
He looks up, blinking slowly, and… ah. Orange. Akito. A hand lands in his hair, “There you are. You were mumblin’ in your sleep.”
“Mmf.” It takes a few seconds of heavy blinking for him to regain his bearings; when he does, he sits up, squinting at Akito. “Where’d they go…?”
“Eh?” Akito tilts his head– puppy instincts. “Where’d what go?”
A huff leaves Toya’s lips; he reaches up, planting his hands into ginger hair and curling his fingers into it. His eyes flutter closed, “Y’r ears…”
“My what? Toya, you– ow!” Warm hands reach up to grip his wrists, pulling them away from the orange mop. “Stop, you’re pullin’ my hair…” Akito looks at him, olive eyes glazed over with undeniable affection, “the hell were you dreamin’ about, eh?”
Toya simply sighs, letting himself fall forward into Akito’s chest; he doesn’t feel like being awake just yet. Strong arms loop around him, and he feels gentle breaths against his hair as his partner chuckles.
Yawning softly, Toya mumbles, “You’d make a cute dog, Aki…”
“Okay, I love you, but please never say that to me again.”