Thread by @erisabesu3

#nsfw #omigiri #ValentinesDay

Osamu wakes up on Valentine's morning to delicious scents coming from the kitchen, and Kiyoomi's side of the bed empty and cold. Osamu tugs on some old sweats, and grabs a tank top from the dresser. It happens to be Kiyoomi's and when Osamu pulls

it on over his head, it puts a happy lilt in his step as he makes his way downstairs to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and something sweet.

"Sit there, it's almost done," Kiyoomi calls over his shoulder, but doesn't turn around when Osamu enters the kitchen.

"Whatcha makin' there, Kiyo?" Osamu comes close enough to peek over Kiyoomi's shoulder.

On the counter is the wafflemaker, and Kiyoomi is peering intently at the second hand on his watch. Osamu bites his lip to stifle the grin stretching wide on his face at the totally endearing

scowl Kiyoomi's wearing while he times the waffle to perfection. Osamu watches the proceedings with fondness, resisting the urge to hug his boyfriend lest he disturb him.

"Now," Kiyoomi announces, and presses the button that lifts the waffle maker lid, revealing a round waffle

cooked to a beautiful caramel color.

Kiyoomi gently lifts it onto a plate with a fork, and then takes a fresh stick of butter and peels the wrapper halfway, rubbing the end along the waffle's hot surface so the butter melts evenly across the ridges to pool in each little divot.

"Mmmm," Osamu comments, mouth salivating.

Kiyoomi turns to show him a prideful smirk. "Do you want it with powdered sugar, honey, or jam?"

Osamu winds his arms around Kiyoomi's waist. "We got any of that cherry jam left?" he asks.

Kiyoomi looks at him shrewdly, and meets him for a lingering kiss. "I'll get it. There's coffee, fix it how you like."

Osamu takes another kiss, and one more for good measure before letting Kiyoomi go and padding over to the french press. He fixes his coffee and sees Kiyoomi

take the waffle and other items out of the kitchen to the small dining table on a tray.

Osamu follows him with his mug, now noticing the lit candle placed next to a bud vase with a single red tulip.

"This is nice," he says, pointing at the flower and sitting in his usual chair.

"Up-up," Kiyoomi motions, and Osamu gets up. Kiyoomi turns the chair sideways, parallel to the table, and then arranges the place setting to his liking. Osamu watches with lifted brows, and when Kiyoomi gestures for him to sit, he does so.

"What are ya plannin'?" Osamu tilts

his head. Kiyoomi only smirks, opening the jar of cherry preserves and spooning it over the warm, buttery waffle. Once it's evenly spread, Kiyoomi holds the spoon for Osamu to lick clean, which he does, holding eye contact and savoring the flavor that always reminds him of

a certain trip to a certain resort. He swallows, licking his lips.

Kiyoomi's response is to straddle his lap, slide hands into his hair and tilt his head back before kissing him thoroughly, chasing that cherry flavor with every flick of his tongue.

Osamu's so into it, hands gliding up Kiyoomi's spine under his tshirt, that when Kiyoomi pulls back he can't help the annoyed groan that slips out.

Kiyoomi simply nibbles his cheek. "Your waffle will get cold."

"Fine, I'll eat," Osamu chuckles, watching Kiyoomi cut the waffle

into bites. Kiyoomi spears the first one and offers it to Osamu. It's warm and good, crunchy on the outside and soft inside, salty from the butter and sweet from the jam--it hits the spot.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Osamu closes his eyes. Heavenly.

"Good," Kiyoomi says. "Glad you like it."

Osamu swallows. "Delicious, Kiyo."

Kiyoomi's lips quirk in a soft smile and he gives him another bite. When Osamu's done with this, he drinks some of his coffee and rubs his hand over Kiyoomi's thigh. He's so relaxed it takes him a bit to notice there's only the one plate.

"Yer not eating?" He looks up, concerned.

Kiyoomi gives him that look. The one that means he's been scheming. He feeds Osamu another bite, then rubs his hands over Osamu's shoulders and behind his neck, massaging out the kinks. "Oh I'll eat after."

Osamu quirks a brow,

but settles back in his seat, content to let Kiyoomi have his way. He caresses the tops of Kiyoomi's thighs, and opens his mouth, allowing himself to be fed, and occasionally kissed between bites. He's not sure which tastes better, and doesn't really care--this is a whole new

level of lazy pleasure he'd never even dreamed of before, but could definitely enjoy on a regular basis.

Soon his plate and mug are empty, and he's licked Kiyoomi's fingers clean of the remaining drips of jam put into his mouth. Osamu loops his arms behind Kiyoomi's hips.

"So what're ya gonna have for breakfast?" he asks, knowing there's some kind of plan at work here. Kiyoomi's particular, and cunning, and full of surprises.

Like now, when Kiyoomi fits his hands around Osamu's waist and pushes his shirt up to his armpits and then over his head.

"/You/," Kiyoomi replies, the smirky-smirk devious on his lips.

Osamu laughs. "Of course, Kiyo, yer welcome to all of me."

"Good," Kiyoomi says. Then he gets up, all long legs and graceful limbs, and pulls Osamu to his feet. "Strip," he says, then goes back into the kitchen.

Osamu shakes his head but complies, stepping out of his sweats and boxers and folding them neatly on the nearby steps. Kiyoomi returns with a few items which he sets on the table, and one which he hands to Osamu. Osamu looks at the bottle of lube, and then back up to Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi pulls off his shirt and then lowers his shorts and boxers to mid-thigh, showing off an impressive erection. He takes a seat in Osamu's chair and then beckons, patting his lap.

"Come sit while I eat," he says, nonchalant, while Osamu tries not to spontaneously combust.

TBC <333

will continue in the morning <3

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