Boys and Their Toys (B.A.D., NC-17)
Title: Boys and Their Toys
Pairing: Akito/Junta
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, cross-dressing and toys
AN: This is a very belated Christmas present for sourangel. It's been in the works for a while, but my muses only just decided to get their act together. And boy, did they ever. Probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written. But then again, maybe not. XD
A continuation of this. But you don't have to go read that, since I've just included it as the first part of this.
Boys and Their Toys
Junta would laugh, if he hadn't done similarly silly things himself. So instead, he waits for Akito to explain why he's standing in the middle of his kitchen in a Santa costume.
A female Santa costume. With a miniskirt.
Akito pouts at him. "I'm cooking you dinner."
"...in a miniskirt," Junta feels the need to point out, since Akito's explanation wasn't really explaining much of anything.
"It's supposed to be cute," Akito says, and ignores Junta, shifting ingredients to make space on the counter.
Junta laughs. "Cute for girls, you idiot. On you, it's..." He trails off as Akito reaches for a bowl from the cabinet. His skirt rides higher up the backs of his thighs and Junta's mind does an abrupt about-face.
"It's what?" Akito asks, holding the bowl in front of himself like a shield against Junta's words.
"It's... um." Junta swallows. He finally settles for "not cute," because it's definitely not. But Akito seems to have heard something in that answer. He smirks and puts the bowl down on the counter.
"Okay," Akito says, stepping closer to Junta. "It's not cute. But what is it?"
When Akito stands like that, hand on his hip, all his weight shifted to one foot... the skirt angles in a way that makes it hard for Junta to focus. Hard being the key word.
Akito waits just a moment, then steps over to press up against Junta's body, and Junta's definitely not thinking about how easy it would be to just slide his knee between Akito's legs and--
"Hmm?" Akito hums into his ear. "I haven't heard an answer." His voice is a teasing sing-song. "It's hot?" he suggests. "It's making you hot?" And he's the one sliding a knee between Junta's legs and Junta pushes him away.
"Agh, stop it. I thought you were cooking me dinner." Junta pointedly keeps his eyes well above waist-level.
Akito laughs. "Yes, yes. You'll have to wait for later to unwrap your present."
Something in his voice gives Junta the shivers, and Junta sits down abruptly in a chair. "O-okay."
Akito's family has miraculously agreed to give Akito the house to himself for the entire evening, agreeing on conditions unknown to Junta to stay away until a certain hour. Junta's not sure he wants to know how Akito managed that one. By the time they've finished dinner, only about an hour has passed. Akito is a decent cook, but nothing he's capable of making takes all that long to begin with. In fact, it only takes as long as it does because Junta has a hard time concentrating on getting the food into his mouth. From his vantage point, he can clearly see halfway up Akito's already very short skirt, and as good as the food is, it's not really what he wants at the moment. He forces himself to eat enough to be polite.
When Akito gets up to clear the dishes, Junta stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"Leave them."
Akito pauses, then smiles. "Did you want your present?"
"It can wait," Junta replies, not really interested in anything other than getting that ridiculous skirt off of Akito as soon as possible.
Akito lowers his voice. "I really don't think it can," he says, and pulls away from Junta. "Stay there."
Junta blinks when Akito disappears into his room. When he hears nothing for a good minute, he gets impatient.
"Akito?"
"Just a second," comes the answer from the other room. "Okay. You can come in now."
"Oh." Junta gets up and goes to look, but when he enters, he finds Akito standing in the middle of the bedroom, hands at his sides, looking exactly the same as he had before. Junta glances around, but there's nothing present-like in sight. He waits, but Akito says nothing.
"...am I suppose to search for it?" Junta asks.
"If you'd like."
When Junta walks towards Akito's closet, Akito laughs. "Cold!"
"What?"
"Cold! Not even close."
Ah. Junta takes a step in the opposite direction.
"Warmer."
Another step.
"Warmer."
The process repeats, but when he steps past Akito to head for the cactus Akito keeps, he gets a "colder" again. Junta freezes. A step backwards.
"Warmer." It doesn't take more than that for Junta to get it. Akito's hid the present on himself somewhere. He stands in front of Akito and reaches for the pocket near the waist of the jacket.
"Colder," Akito says, and he looks like he's trying hard not to laugh. Junta looks at him and purposely doesn't break eye contact as he reachs for the fluffy white hem of Akito's skirt.
"Warmer," Akito breathes.
Junta slides a hand up his thigh.
"Hot." Akito's eyes flutter shut.
Higher.
"Really hot." A sigh escapes from Akito's lips and Junta tears his eyes from Akito's serene expression and drops to his knees.
It turns out Akito isn't wearing any undergarments. Not unless Junta counts the red ribbon tied securely at the base of Akito's cock, bow nestled into dark hair like an ornament. Junta wants to laugh, he really does, but... it's hotter than he'd like to admit. Silly, yes, but hot.
"My present is your dick?"
"Well," Akito grins down at him. "It was a bit difficult to get a ribbon around my ass."
Junta snickers. "I'll bet. How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"I didn't try," Akito announces proudly. "I had a better idea."
"Oh?" Junta's not even going to pretend to be uninterested.
"You'll see," Akito says, and pushes Junta's hoodie from his shoulders. His t-shirt follows immediately after. Getting all of their clothes off doesn't take much longer, and only takes as long as it does because Junta complicates the process, shoving his tongue into Akito's mouth. The second he can, Junta does it again, pressing up against Akito with a hand firmly in his hair. He's been hard for a while now, he blames the stupid skirt, but it makes him a bit desperate to feel Akito, to touch him all over. Junta has to relax his grip when Akito pulls back to breathe, and he lets his hands wander instead.
When he slides his hands down over Akito's ass to pull him closer, Akito groans and leans in to kiss Junta again. But Junta's fingers brush against something that isn't skin and he pulls back in surprise.
"What-"
Akito readily lets Junta drag him to the bed and push him down. When Junta leans closer, he's shocked to see a flat, circular disk pressed tight to Akito's anus. The words "For Junta~ ♥" are markered cutely across it, and Junta stares uncomprehending for a moment before it clicks.
"...how long have you been wearing this?" he asks, still staring.
"Since before dinner," Akito replies, and when Junta looks up, Akito's grinning. "It was kind of torture, you know. Feeling it with every little shift..."
Just the idea is enough to make Junta ache, and he can't help the small groan that escapes. "Fuck. You have no idea how much I wanted to crawl under the table and just get my head under that skirt..."
"Oh, I might have had some idea." Akito reaches over to grab his lube from beside his pillow and pushes it into Junta's hand. "Here."
Junta doesn't open it and runs his fingers lightly over Akito's half-hardened cock. "But you're not ready."
"I'm ready," Akito assures. "I'm certainly stretched enough, and it's fine. It'll just last longer this way." He finishes off with a wink.
"Are you-"
"I'm sure," Akito interrupts, and the determined look in his eye keeps Junta from any more protests.
Junta reaches down and slowly, carefully removes the plug with his name on it. Akito hisses and Junta whispers a sorry as he stands the toy on the floor next to the bed. When he sits up again, he takes a moment to look Akito over. His skin is a nice contrast with the black sheets of the bed, all soft and warm-looking. Akito smiles knowingly and lets Junta stare all he wants as Junta coats himself.
Akito is tight and hot around him as Junta pushes in and Junta knows immediately there's no way he's going to last very long. Especially when Akito starts talking.
"Ahh, that's good," he mumbles, his eyes squeezed tight against Junta's initial thrust. "You reach so much deeper..."
Junta squeezes his eyes shut, as well, focusing on the sound of Akito's voice and the way he pulls him in.
"You're all hot inside me, Junta. I love the way you feel, hot and thick-" Akito gasps as Junta thrusts harder. "-ah! Yeah, like that."
Junta peels his eyes open when he feels Akito's cock brush his stomach. Akito is hard now, erection straining against the bright red of the ribbon still tied around it. Junta has to pause to gather his breathe.
"Is this safe?" he asks, and fingers the ribbon without pulling the bow free. Akito nods.
"It's fine. I tied it on loosely."
"...well, it's not so loose now," Junta points out unnecessarily, and Akito whines when he doesn't move at all.
"Isn't that the point? It comes off really easily, so please stop with the worrying and move?" Akito doesn't wait to see if Junta will listen, pushing himself against Junta's cock as well as his position will let him. It's a pretty convincing argument, and Junta decides he'll trust Akito on this one. He grabs ahold of Akito's hips and pulls back to thrust in roughly, both of them groaning at the pressure.
Akito squirms beneath Junta as he thrusts, and Junta lets him, doing nothing to help as Akito searches for the right spot.
"Junta, please?"
Junta bites his lip to hold back a grin as he pushes in faster. "Isn't this supposed to be my present?"
"Your present's on the floor," Akito bites back, still refusing to lay still.
"And I fully intend to use it."
Akito stops his wriggling at that, but Junta keeps pounding into him hard, ignoring his questioning little gasp. Junta's a lot closer than Akito and he knows it, reaches for it, slamming into Akito enough to steal his partner's breath away. Akito reaches up to clutch at his shoulders, his back curling as Junta bends over him. Three more thrusts and Junta buries himself within Akito, spilling deep inside.
Akito whines again as Junta pulls out, panting hard.
"Juntaaaaa. I wanted you to fuck me through it." He pouts up at Junta, who reaches down to pick up the plug from the floor.
Junta grins at him. "But I want to play with my new toy," he sings. But he switches to a more serious tone to explain. "I wouldn't have done it that way if this wasn't long enough to reach." He holds up the green plastic. "But it is."
Junta loves the way Akito's eyes widen. "I don't know why you're surprised. You bought it for me, after all."
"I just-" Akito swallows audibly, and his eyes get even darker. "-didn't think you'd enjoy it that much."
"I think you'll enjoy it more," Junta says, and then uses the tip of the toy to gather some of the come that's beginning to slide down between Akito's cheeks. He teases Akito's hole with it until Akito's chest is heaving, his body shaking with want.
"Junta. Junta, now. Please now."
The plug slides back in easily, and Junta angles it in just the right way. Akito hips arch from the bed as he cries out.
"You know, I think I like this idea," Junta says. "Being able to just sit back like this and watch you fall apart under my hands..." Akito clutches at his sheets. "You look gorgeous like this," Junta continues, "all needy and desperate."
Junta reaches for Akito's cock with his other hand, stroking in time as he presses the plug in harder and faster. Akito wails.
"Ahh! Ahh, Junta! I-" Akito's next scream is silent, his body shaking, no breath left, and Junta slides his hand to the base of Akito's cock and pulls one end of the ribbon's bow. It slides free and Junta drops it to the side, using the heel of his palm to work the plug in a fast circle, pressed in as deep as it can go. He can see it beautiful and clear as Akito's entire body goes taut, and wishes that he could capture the moment in a photograph. Akito comes hard, white streaks a nice contrast where they decorate the black of the sheets, and Junta takes a moment to admire the artistry of the image, one small section with an accent of red ribbon, as Akito sucks in lungfuls of air.
"Hmm. I think I'll keep it," Junta says, as if there was any question. Akito whimpers as Junta runs his fingers across the base of the toy, then gently pulls the plastic from Akito's body. He sets it aside again and curls up next to Akito, who's still breathing more heavily than normal, eyes closed and mouth open, seemingly trying to gather himself together. Junta picks the ribbon off the bed and pulls Akito's sweaty bangs from his face, tying them into a little palm tree. Akito finally opens his eyes to peek at him.
The sound he makes when he speaks isn't anything comprehensible.
"Sorry?" Junta smiles at him.
"Mmm," Akito says. "I don't know if I should never buy you another toy again, or go out tomorrow and buy you a whole box..."
Junta chuckles. "I think we can make do with this one for now."
"Ah, yeah. Oh, fuck, I'm exhausted." Akito curls closer to press his face into Junta's chest, his sprout of hair tickling Junta's chin. Junta laughs and pushes him away.
"Then stay here. Rest for a while. I'll go clean up the kitchen," he offers.
"Just be sure to put clothes on in case everyone comes home," Akito says, eyes closed again.
"I wouldn't worry. We've got almost an hour left. But yes, I wasn't about to walk around your house naked. It's cold."
Akito mumbles something that might be agreement, but he responds readily enough when Junta leans down to kiss him after throwing back on some clothes.
"Mmm, do it quickly?" Akito says, and Junta gives him one more kiss before prying Akito's arms from around his neck.
He pauses in the doorway for an extra moment.
"Merry Christmas, Akito," he says softly, and the sleepy-eyed smile he gets in return carries him all the way through clean-up duty and back to Akito's side.
Where he belongs.
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Pairing: Akito/Junta
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, cross-dressing and toys
AN: This is a very belated Christmas present for sourangel. It's been in the works for a while, but my muses only just decided to get their act together. And boy, did they ever. Probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written. But then again, maybe not. XD
A continuation of this. But you don't have to go read that, since I've just included it as the first part of this.
Boys and Their Toys
Junta would laugh, if he hadn't done similarly silly things himself. So instead, he waits for Akito to explain why he's standing in the middle of his kitchen in a Santa costume.
A female Santa costume. With a miniskirt.
Akito pouts at him. "I'm cooking you dinner."
"...in a miniskirt," Junta feels the need to point out, since Akito's explanation wasn't really explaining much of anything.
"It's supposed to be cute," Akito says, and ignores Junta, shifting ingredients to make space on the counter.
Junta laughs. "Cute for girls, you idiot. On you, it's..." He trails off as Akito reaches for a bowl from the cabinet. His skirt rides higher up the backs of his thighs and Junta's mind does an abrupt about-face.
"It's what?" Akito asks, holding the bowl in front of himself like a shield against Junta's words.
"It's... um." Junta swallows. He finally settles for "not cute," because it's definitely not. But Akito seems to have heard something in that answer. He smirks and puts the bowl down on the counter.
"Okay," Akito says, stepping closer to Junta. "It's not cute. But what is it?"
When Akito stands like that, hand on his hip, all his weight shifted to one foot... the skirt angles in a way that makes it hard for Junta to focus. Hard being the key word.
Akito waits just a moment, then steps over to press up against Junta's body, and Junta's definitely not thinking about how easy it would be to just slide his knee between Akito's legs and--
"Hmm?" Akito hums into his ear. "I haven't heard an answer." His voice is a teasing sing-song. "It's hot?" he suggests. "It's making you hot?" And he's the one sliding a knee between Junta's legs and Junta pushes him away.
"Agh, stop it. I thought you were cooking me dinner." Junta pointedly keeps his eyes well above waist-level.
Akito laughs. "Yes, yes. You'll have to wait for later to unwrap your present."
Something in his voice gives Junta the shivers, and Junta sits down abruptly in a chair. "O-okay."
Akito's family has miraculously agreed to give Akito the house to himself for the entire evening, agreeing on conditions unknown to Junta to stay away until a certain hour. Junta's not sure he wants to know how Akito managed that one. By the time they've finished dinner, only about an hour has passed. Akito is a decent cook, but nothing he's capable of making takes all that long to begin with. In fact, it only takes as long as it does because Junta has a hard time concentrating on getting the food into his mouth. From his vantage point, he can clearly see halfway up Akito's already very short skirt, and as good as the food is, it's not really what he wants at the moment. He forces himself to eat enough to be polite.
When Akito gets up to clear the dishes, Junta stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"Leave them."
Akito pauses, then smiles. "Did you want your present?"
"It can wait," Junta replies, not really interested in anything other than getting that ridiculous skirt off of Akito as soon as possible.
Akito lowers his voice. "I really don't think it can," he says, and pulls away from Junta. "Stay there."
Junta blinks when Akito disappears into his room. When he hears nothing for a good minute, he gets impatient.
"Akito?"
"Just a second," comes the answer from the other room. "Okay. You can come in now."
"Oh." Junta gets up and goes to look, but when he enters, he finds Akito standing in the middle of the bedroom, hands at his sides, looking exactly the same as he had before. Junta glances around, but there's nothing present-like in sight. He waits, but Akito says nothing.
"...am I suppose to search for it?" Junta asks.
"If you'd like."
When Junta walks towards Akito's closet, Akito laughs. "Cold!"
"What?"
"Cold! Not even close."
Ah. Junta takes a step in the opposite direction.
"Warmer."
Another step.
"Warmer."
The process repeats, but when he steps past Akito to head for the cactus Akito keeps, he gets a "colder" again. Junta freezes. A step backwards.
"Warmer." It doesn't take more than that for Junta to get it. Akito's hid the present on himself somewhere. He stands in front of Akito and reaches for the pocket near the waist of the jacket.
"Colder," Akito says, and he looks like he's trying hard not to laugh. Junta looks at him and purposely doesn't break eye contact as he reachs for the fluffy white hem of Akito's skirt.
"Warmer," Akito breathes.
Junta slides a hand up his thigh.
"Hot." Akito's eyes flutter shut.
Higher.
"Really hot." A sigh escapes from Akito's lips and Junta tears his eyes from Akito's serene expression and drops to his knees.
It turns out Akito isn't wearing any undergarments. Not unless Junta counts the red ribbon tied securely at the base of Akito's cock, bow nestled into dark hair like an ornament. Junta wants to laugh, he really does, but... it's hotter than he'd like to admit. Silly, yes, but hot.
"My present is your dick?"
"Well," Akito grins down at him. "It was a bit difficult to get a ribbon around my ass."
Junta snickers. "I'll bet. How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"I didn't try," Akito announces proudly. "I had a better idea."
"Oh?" Junta's not even going to pretend to be uninterested.
"You'll see," Akito says, and pushes Junta's hoodie from his shoulders. His t-shirt follows immediately after. Getting all of their clothes off doesn't take much longer, and only takes as long as it does because Junta complicates the process, shoving his tongue into Akito's mouth. The second he can, Junta does it again, pressing up against Akito with a hand firmly in his hair. He's been hard for a while now, he blames the stupid skirt, but it makes him a bit desperate to feel Akito, to touch him all over. Junta has to relax his grip when Akito pulls back to breathe, and he lets his hands wander instead.
When he slides his hands down over Akito's ass to pull him closer, Akito groans and leans in to kiss Junta again. But Junta's fingers brush against something that isn't skin and he pulls back in surprise.
"What-"
Akito readily lets Junta drag him to the bed and push him down. When Junta leans closer, he's shocked to see a flat, circular disk pressed tight to Akito's anus. The words "For Junta~ ♥" are markered cutely across it, and Junta stares uncomprehending for a moment before it clicks.
"...how long have you been wearing this?" he asks, still staring.
"Since before dinner," Akito replies, and when Junta looks up, Akito's grinning. "It was kind of torture, you know. Feeling it with every little shift..."
Just the idea is enough to make Junta ache, and he can't help the small groan that escapes. "Fuck. You have no idea how much I wanted to crawl under the table and just get my head under that skirt..."
"Oh, I might have had some idea." Akito reaches over to grab his lube from beside his pillow and pushes it into Junta's hand. "Here."
Junta doesn't open it and runs his fingers lightly over Akito's half-hardened cock. "But you're not ready."
"I'm ready," Akito assures. "I'm certainly stretched enough, and it's fine. It'll just last longer this way." He finishes off with a wink.
"Are you-"
"I'm sure," Akito interrupts, and the determined look in his eye keeps Junta from any more protests.
Junta reaches down and slowly, carefully removes the plug with his name on it. Akito hisses and Junta whispers a sorry as he stands the toy on the floor next to the bed. When he sits up again, he takes a moment to look Akito over. His skin is a nice contrast with the black sheets of the bed, all soft and warm-looking. Akito smiles knowingly and lets Junta stare all he wants as Junta coats himself.
Akito is tight and hot around him as Junta pushes in and Junta knows immediately there's no way he's going to last very long. Especially when Akito starts talking.
"Ahh, that's good," he mumbles, his eyes squeezed tight against Junta's initial thrust. "You reach so much deeper..."
Junta squeezes his eyes shut, as well, focusing on the sound of Akito's voice and the way he pulls him in.
"You're all hot inside me, Junta. I love the way you feel, hot and thick-" Akito gasps as Junta thrusts harder. "-ah! Yeah, like that."
Junta peels his eyes open when he feels Akito's cock brush his stomach. Akito is hard now, erection straining against the bright red of the ribbon still tied around it. Junta has to pause to gather his breathe.
"Is this safe?" he asks, and fingers the ribbon without pulling the bow free. Akito nods.
"It's fine. I tied it on loosely."
"...well, it's not so loose now," Junta points out unnecessarily, and Akito whines when he doesn't move at all.
"Isn't that the point? It comes off really easily, so please stop with the worrying and move?" Akito doesn't wait to see if Junta will listen, pushing himself against Junta's cock as well as his position will let him. It's a pretty convincing argument, and Junta decides he'll trust Akito on this one. He grabs ahold of Akito's hips and pulls back to thrust in roughly, both of them groaning at the pressure.
Akito squirms beneath Junta as he thrusts, and Junta lets him, doing nothing to help as Akito searches for the right spot.
"Junta, please?"
Junta bites his lip to hold back a grin as he pushes in faster. "Isn't this supposed to be my present?"
"Your present's on the floor," Akito bites back, still refusing to lay still.
"And I fully intend to use it."
Akito stops his wriggling at that, but Junta keeps pounding into him hard, ignoring his questioning little gasp. Junta's a lot closer than Akito and he knows it, reaches for it, slamming into Akito enough to steal his partner's breath away. Akito reaches up to clutch at his shoulders, his back curling as Junta bends over him. Three more thrusts and Junta buries himself within Akito, spilling deep inside.
Akito whines again as Junta pulls out, panting hard.
"Juntaaaaa. I wanted you to fuck me through it." He pouts up at Junta, who reaches down to pick up the plug from the floor.
Junta grins at him. "But I want to play with my new toy," he sings. But he switches to a more serious tone to explain. "I wouldn't have done it that way if this wasn't long enough to reach." He holds up the green plastic. "But it is."
Junta loves the way Akito's eyes widen. "I don't know why you're surprised. You bought it for me, after all."
"I just-" Akito swallows audibly, and his eyes get even darker. "-didn't think you'd enjoy it that much."
"I think you'll enjoy it more," Junta says, and then uses the tip of the toy to gather some of the come that's beginning to slide down between Akito's cheeks. He teases Akito's hole with it until Akito's chest is heaving, his body shaking with want.
"Junta. Junta, now. Please now."
The plug slides back in easily, and Junta angles it in just the right way. Akito hips arch from the bed as he cries out.
"You know, I think I like this idea," Junta says. "Being able to just sit back like this and watch you fall apart under my hands..." Akito clutches at his sheets. "You look gorgeous like this," Junta continues, "all needy and desperate."
Junta reaches for Akito's cock with his other hand, stroking in time as he presses the plug in harder and faster. Akito wails.
"Ahh! Ahh, Junta! I-" Akito's next scream is silent, his body shaking, no breath left, and Junta slides his hand to the base of Akito's cock and pulls one end of the ribbon's bow. It slides free and Junta drops it to the side, using the heel of his palm to work the plug in a fast circle, pressed in as deep as it can go. He can see it beautiful and clear as Akito's entire body goes taut, and wishes that he could capture the moment in a photograph. Akito comes hard, white streaks a nice contrast where they decorate the black of the sheets, and Junta takes a moment to admire the artistry of the image, one small section with an accent of red ribbon, as Akito sucks in lungfuls of air.
"Hmm. I think I'll keep it," Junta says, as if there was any question. Akito whimpers as Junta runs his fingers across the base of the toy, then gently pulls the plastic from Akito's body. He sets it aside again and curls up next to Akito, who's still breathing more heavily than normal, eyes closed and mouth open, seemingly trying to gather himself together. Junta picks the ribbon off the bed and pulls Akito's sweaty bangs from his face, tying them into a little palm tree. Akito finally opens his eyes to peek at him.
The sound he makes when he speaks isn't anything comprehensible.
"Sorry?" Junta smiles at him.
"Mmm," Akito says. "I don't know if I should never buy you another toy again, or go out tomorrow and buy you a whole box..."
Junta chuckles. "I think we can make do with this one for now."
"Ah, yeah. Oh, fuck, I'm exhausted." Akito curls closer to press his face into Junta's chest, his sprout of hair tickling Junta's chin. Junta laughs and pushes him away.
"Then stay here. Rest for a while. I'll go clean up the kitchen," he offers.
"Just be sure to put clothes on in case everyone comes home," Akito says, eyes closed again.
"I wouldn't worry. We've got almost an hour left. But yes, I wasn't about to walk around your house naked. It's cold."
Akito mumbles something that might be agreement, but he responds readily enough when Junta leans down to kiss him after throwing back on some clothes.
"Mmm, do it quickly?" Akito says, and Junta gives him one more kiss before prying Akito's arms from around his neck.
He pauses in the doorway for an extra moment.
"Merry Christmas, Akito," he says softly, and the sleepy-eyed smile he gets in return carries him all the way through clean-up duty and back to Akito's side.
Where he belongs.
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