The bell at the door rings as a customer enters and Akaashi doesn’t have to look up to know that it’s Bokuto that just came in.
“Good morning, Bokuto-san,” he says in a measured voice as he decants chocolate syrup into a squeezy bottle. He tries his hardest not to show just how much he’s vibrating with excitement, but it’s not like Bokuto will notice anyway. “The usual?”
Wakatoshi has a talent for getting on Tooru nerves. Maybe that’s the reason why he finds the man so irresistible.
Tooru grunts as his back hits the wall, their mouths already colliding in a hungry, angry kiss.
The sounds of the party goes on just outside of the room, but nothing could distract him from the slick gasps as they slide tongue into mouths and bite down on lips.
“You’re an asshole,” Tooru says.”After all these years. You’re still insufferable.”
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Early morning light filters into their bedroom and Tooru wakes up promptly at 5am.
He stretches and climbs atop of Wakatoshi, curling up into a ball on his husband's body to nap some more.
Wakatoshi holds his breath.
In the early days of their relationship, he'd be so afraid of accidentally moving and scaring the finicky cat hybrid off that he’d stay so still his muscles start to cramp. These days, he knows Tooru will always choose him, moving or not.
Tooru catches Wakatoshi staring at him while he was stretching one day.
“Hmm, I wonder…”
“What’s up Waka-chan?”
Wakatoshi looks away quickly. A light blush colours his cheekbones. “Nothing,” he says.
Tooru leaves him be.
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He finds out soon enough during sex.
"What the hell was that for Waka-chan?"
Tooru pulls back in amused shock, gently pushing Wakatoshi's hand off his thigh. "Why're you trying to lift my legs so high for? We're supposed to fuck, not perform at the cique du soleil."
Tooru’s favourite part about his heat is just how /sensual/ it makes him feel.
He doesn’t have much of an opinion about his body. Yes, he’s a world class athlete and he takes care of himself like one.
Still, he’s more focused on feeling rather than looking good.
But when it’s that time of the year and lust curls through his bones to caress at his skin? He wants to look /hot/.
