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The lights in the bedroom cast a soft glow across their bed, a gentle sunlight spilling through the gaps in the dark curtains.Under the blankets, warm and heavy and piled unevenly around them, Touya rested on his side with his back against Akito’s chest. Akito held him in a loose embrace that could only be described as instinctive, the kind of hold that came from countless mornings spent exactly like this, where his arms automatically found Touya’s waist without any conscious thought.
Touya let out a slow breath as he settled deeper into Akito’s warmth, and Akito adjusted slightly, tightening his grip just enough that Touya felt completely surrounded. The rise and fall of Akito’s breathing pressed softly against his back, steady and comforting. Touya smiled to himself at the sensation and let his fingers lightly trace along Akito’s forearms.
Akito’s voice came out low and close to his ear, his hand tightening just a fraction. “You awake already? You’re usually the one who sleeps in.”
Touya hummed softly and shifted slightly to rest his head more comfortably against the pillow. “I woke up because you were holding me a little tighter than usual. I thought maybe you were having a dream.”
Akito paused for a second, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Touya’s shoulder, then buried his face into it, slowly. “You notice how tight I hold ya?”
“Of course I do,” Touya replied gently, rolling his hand slightly over Akito’s forearm. “You breathe faster when you dream about things that hurt you, and you always start talking in your sleep, did you know?”
Akito let out a quiet sigh, not annoyed but touched in a way he tried to hide, and he rubbed a thumb along Touya’s waist. “It wasn’t a bad dream or anything. Just… you know. My brain being annoying. Nothing serious.”
Touya placed his hand over Akito’s, intertwining their fingers with deliberate care. “If something bothers you, even a little, you can tell me. You deserve to feel good, Aki.” He shifted slightly to press his shoulder back against Akito’s chest.
Akito pressed another slow exhale against the back of Touya’s neck. “Yeah, I know. I feel happy now.” He brushed his hand softly over Touya’s stomach as he spoke, a slow smile of joy spread across his face
Touya’s chest warmed at that, and he shifted so he could lean his head back slightly, letting it rest against Akito’s. “Is it because you're holding me? Because I’m not going anywhere, my love."
Akito let out a sound somewhere between a breath and a laugh and pressed a small, playful squeeze into Touya’s waist. “You say that like I’m going to let you leave.”
Touya smiled. “Said I would stay, partner.”
Akito tightened his arms around him, wrapping himself a little more securely around Touya’s waist. “Good. You should hug me more, no doubt I'd sleep better.” He pressed his cheek against the back of Touya’s head and let out a quiet hum.
Touya ran the tips of his fingers along Akito’s forearm again, slower this time, tracing the shape of the muscle beneath. Akito’s grip was firm, but not rigid, and he pressed closer in response. “You always relax when I do that,” Touya said softly.
Akito huffed lightly, brushing a hand against Touya’s in reply. “That obvious?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Touya’s voice became almost tender as he let his fingers drift slightly into Akito’s hair, brushing lightly through the strands. “Only to me.”
Akito pressed closer to Touya’s back, sliding one knee gently around Touya’s legs to keep him held securely. Touya let out a quiet sigh, peaceful and full of trust, and he let himself sink into the feeling of being surrounded. Akito’s grip was steady, his warmth constant, his breath brushing rhythmically against Touya’s neck.
“I like being held by you,” Touya murmured, his voice soft and low, moving his hand to gently stroke Akito’s forearm. “You feel warm...”
Akito swallowed once after regaining his breath, his arms tightening with a sudden quiet intensity. “You too. I love you, Tou.” He shifted slightly so his chin rested lightly on Touya’s shoulder. Touya let out a small breath that came close to being a laugh, but not quite. He let his fingers thread gently through Akito’s hair again.
Akito’s arms tightened just a little more around him. “You'll always be my love, in this life and however many come.” He pressed a soft kiss against Touya’s temple, brushing his cheek across the side of Touya’s face.
Touya closed his eyes, leaning his head back again, letting their temples rest together. “Then don’t let go yet.”
“I won’t,” Akito murmured, his voice steady and warm against Touya’s skin. “I'm sleepy as hell…” He pressed a thumb lightly over Touya’s ribs as he spoke.
Touya kept running his fingers through Akito’s hair, and Akito kept holding him like he was something precious. He was. Touya’s head rested against Akito’s chest, rising and falling in gentle rhythm with his steady breathing. His fingers remained tangled lazily in Akito’s hair, tracing the strands in slow, absent-minded movements that seemed to pulse in time with their shared heartbeat.
Akito held him close, one arm draped around Touya’s waist, the other resting lightly on his side. His grip was firm enough to provide comfort, yet soft enough to let Touya shift and nestle further into him without resistance. Occasionally, he pressed a light kiss against the top of Touya’s head or brushed his cheek along the crown, movements so small and gentle they felt almost like part of the slow rhythm of the room.
The blankets shifted slightly as Akito adjusted, settling his weight so that Touya could melt more fully against him. The soft friction of fabric against skin, the gentle pressure of bodies pressed together, and the warm, quiet air in the room created a cocoon-like sense of safety. Every small shift, every tiny movement, was deliberate yet lazy, as though neither of them wanted to disturb the delicate balance they had found.
Touya’s eyelids grew heavier with each breath, and his hand stopped moving entirely, resting softly against Akito’s chest. Akito’s own eyes flickered closed for a moment, then opened again, watching Touya with an expression softened by affection and contentment. He allowed himself to sink slightly into the mattress, pressing just enough for both of them to feel the warmth and weight of the other, the subtle rise and fall of their bodies syncing naturally.
The light across the blankets shifted, brushing across their faces, highlighting the relaxed curve of Touya’s lips and the gentle planes of Akito’s face. Their breathing became slower, steadier, more even, as the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapped around them like a soft, invisible blanket.
Every slight movement became less deliberate, more unconscious. Akito’s hand, once gently brushing Touya’s side, now rested, still and warm. Touya’s fingers, which had been threading through Akito’s hair, relaxed entirely, letting themselves sink into the soft strands. Their bodies molded together naturally, the small creaks of the bed and soft rustle of blankets marking the sleep returning to them.
Minutes stretched lazily. Akito’s chest rose and fell with measured calm, and Touya’s warmth against him became a quiet, living weight.