“You still give me butterflies, my lullaby, you are everything I wanted.”
—from @maybeawriter25 ✨
sfw | #bokuaka #bkak | light fluff in their 60s
Koutarou couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on his wrinkled face. Not when it came to his Keiji.
—from @maybeawriter25 ✨
sfw | #bokuaka #bkak | light fluff in their 60s
Koutarou couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on his wrinkled face. Not when it came to his Keiji.
His smile touched his golden eyes, all shiny and bright like the first day he laid eyes on Keiji. The moment their eyes locked from across the gym and Koutarou knew he would be his.
But here Keiji was, fifty years later, just as beautiful as he was as a teen.
But here Keiji was, fifty years later, just as beautiful as he was as a teen.
Wrinkles, age spots, thinning hair and all.
“Kou, you’re staring again,” smiled Keiji when he caught him looking at him again. They were sitting on the porch of their home, just watching the sunset together. Keiji reached forward and took Koutarou’s hand in his.
“Kou, you’re staring again,” smiled Keiji when he caught him looking at him again. They were sitting on the porch of their home, just watching the sunset together. Keiji reached forward and took Koutarou’s hand in his.
Keiji traced a spot he liked to leave kisses on with his thumb, blue eyes locked on his husband. Their young grandchildren could be heard playing in their yard. Divine laughter, echoing in their secluded space.
Perks of retiring from professional volleyball.
Perks of retiring from professional volleyball.
“Can you blame me, ‘Ji? You’re just as beautiful as the day I met you,” grinned Koutarou, squeezing Keiji’s hand. Keiji turned a light red at the praise, looking away in embarrassment.
“You’re just saying that so I make you your favorite dinner for the third time this week.”
“You’re just saying that so I make you your favorite dinner for the third time this week.”
“No! I mean it! Keiji, when have I ever given you a compliment and not meant it?” smirked Koutarou. Though… his favorite dinner again DID sound nice. Keiji still nervously looked away from him.
“You… still give me butterflies,” Keiji sheepishly admitted, biting on a knuckle.
“You… still give me butterflies,” Keiji sheepishly admitted, biting on a knuckle.
“That’s ‘cause it’s true love baby. You are everything I wanted,” Koutarou said with a happy sigh. He brought Keiji’s hand to his lips, peppering kisses all over it.
“Gross! Grandpa!” whined one of their grandkids, catching them being sweet.
“Gross! Grandpa!” whined one of their grandkids, catching them being sweet.
That was enough for Koutarou to grin cheekily and lean over to press a chaste kiss to Keiji’s cheek. Keiji was a much brighter red now, but his smile was even wider. As Koutarou stared at his husband, he knew this was the man he was going to love for the rest of his life.
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Based on the song “Universe” by Thuy !! Thank you Lizzie for the recommendation I ended up listening to the song the entire time I wrote this LMAO.
First short thread after my hiatus and it was cute older bkak❤️
First short thread after my hiatus and it was cute older bkak❤️
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