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The silk shirt your pink-haired boyfriend is currently wearing feels good in between your fingers. You, ever so clingy, are laying on Kusuo’s chest, mindlessly watching TV. In your defense, you were paying attention at some point, but there are other matters at hand. Matters such as the cute as hell psychic laying beneath you.
“Ku? You awake?” You softly ask, tilting your head up slightly to catch a glimpse at Kusuo’s face.
‘I’m awake.’ He replies silently. His right hand moves from its resting place on your back and softly ruffles your hair before returning.
You smile and nuzzle back onto his stomach. “Okay, just checking.” You reply, eyes closing and softly letting out a breath. His heart can be faintly heard, and you relish it. Anything keeping this perfect boy alive is worth adoring.
His shirt is slightly lifted up on his stomach from when he moved his hand, revealing a sliver of his stomach. Saiki’s skin sings a siren song to you, beckoning your hand to reach up and caress him. You give in to your earthly desires and let the song work its magic. His skin is a healthy warm, embracing your chilled fingertips. Despite literally reading your mind, therefore knowing your every move, he jumps slightly at your delicate touch. If it’s because you’re cold or he isn’t used to touches like that, you can’t tell.
Giggling softly, you say “ Sorry Ku.. Your skin was speaking to me. I’m no better than a man.” You joke. His eyeroll could be felt.
‘You’re not sorry, I can read your mind. You’re worse than Toritsuka.’ His voice enters your mind, which is welcomed enthusiastically. He moves his hand down your back to softly pinch your waist and rests there.
You once again chuckle quietly, amused by his teasing words. Teasing as they are, they aren’t actually inaccurate. Something about the cute weird boy below you brought out your inner freak. “Does that mean you could hear me think about your cute little heart?” Your pointer finger draws slow circles on his stomach, your eyes admiring the tiny spasms his body is rewarding your touch with.
‘Yes. I’m.. not sure how to feel about that.’ His words make you smile. Others wouldn’t notice, but he hesitates slightly before “speaking” again. ‘I enjoy this. I enjoy you right now.’ His confession causes the skin beneath your fingers to further warm up. Your smile deepens, Saiki’s words cause your heart to flutter.
“I enjoy you, too, Kusuo.” You move your head so you can leave soft kisses on his stomach. “Can I come up there and kiss my sweet psychic?” You mutter between quick kisses, softly nipping at his skin when you finish the question. He jumps and lets out a quiet noise in surprise.
‘Hey, watch the teeth.’ Saiki states. ‘If you really insist.’ You smile and lift yourself up, careful not to crush Saiki beneath you. You make your way towards his face as he also readjusts himself and sit yourself down on his lap, straddling him.
“Hi.” You smile and say, cupping his cheeks and squishing them softly. Overcome with cuteness, you coo at him and kiss his nose. He deadpans and rolls his eyes in response, hands dropping from your waist. “Aww, don’t be like that Ku!” You let his cheeks go and drop your hands to your side before quickly pecking his lips. Soft as ever.
Kusuo’s cheeks pinken and he looks away, his hands returning back to your waist. He squeezes and looks at you again when he hears your noise of surprise, a slight smirk on his face. ‘Now who’s the cute one?’ He leans in to give you a quick kiss on the lips.
You can feel your face burn, and suddenly you can’t help but smile bashfully at Kusuo. “It’s still you” you say, leaning in to kiss him for real. It takes you no time to melt into the kiss, hands reaching up to cup his warm cheeks. The action further deepens the kiss, your brow furrows and you slightly open your mouth, hoping Saiki takes the bait. He does, and his tongue enters your mouth. Your tongues find each other happily and wrap around each other. Quickly, you draw back for air, opening your eyes to find Kusuo blushing red and a string of saliva connecting your open mouths to each other. You smirk and wipe away the spit, then move in to kiss him again.
His mouth welcomes you and your eyes close at the soft feeling. Your hands move down so your arms can wrap around his neck. His hands are still softly grasping your waist, thumbs softly moving up and down. This time, your tongue is the dominant. Saiki moves his out of the way so you can explore to your heart's content, soft pink tongue feeling the grooves and bumps of his teeth. Remembering what a privilege it is to know this withdrawn boy so intimately, you smile into the kiss. Your love for him swells in your chest, and you pull back. You rest your forehead against his and whisper, “I love you, Ku.. So much.” Your eyes close and you smile.
Kusuo also smiles, albeit faint. ‘I love you, too.’