Moments Like These (Drabble)
Sunlight filtered through the semi-transparent curtains, illuminating the room with soft light. Pillows lay strewn on the wooden floor on either side of the traditional Japanese futon. Sheets long ago discarded revealed a pair of bodies tangled together on the thin mattress. The pair lay together, sleeping peacefully. The brunette cradled the blonde’s head against his black covered chest as he tucked his legs securely against the blonde’s torso and hips. The elder, however only by a few months, hugged the brunette to his underwear clad figure as he lay comfortably between those long bare legs. Light snores drifted into the air however they were muffled as the blonde snuggled his head into the younger’s chest.
Slowly, the brunette man began to stir, his consciousness waking up. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the hair his nose was buried in. The blonde man smelled of cigarettes and pinewood; a scent that was oddly appealing. With the hand that was buried in those silky blonde strands he began to caress, slowly massaging his dainty fingers against the scalp which achieved a pleasured moan form the man sleeping against him.
The younger of the two stooped his head down and kissed the elders fringe covered forehead, tightening the grip he had on that bare muscular torso. He knew they had to get up soon. But it was moments like this he cherished the most; the moments when the two of them were alone in their own little world; the moments when they didn’t have to worry about others and the stresses of everyday life. With a soft smile he buried his nose back into the blonde’s hair, nuzzling the velvety mop.
“Akira,” he spoke softly, continuing to run his long fingers through the elder man’s hair. “Akira, wake up, love.”
Akira shifted slightly in his arms, but didn’t wake up. If anything, he only tightened his grip, refusing to let his mind return to reality.
Smiling, the brunette kissed his forehead again, tugging ever so slightly on the blonde’s hair. “Come Akira, we can’t stay here all day.”
“Why not?” A groggy voice came from the face that was tucked into his chest. “We can just ditch work today.”
“We can’t do that and you know it.” The brunette chuckled as he was pulled tighter against Akira’s body. “Come on, we have an important interview today. This could be our chance to get signed. Plus, Taka would kill us if we were even a fraction of a second late. That stingy excuse for a vocalist is incredibly intolerant of tardiness.” The playfulness if his tone didn’t lighted as he teased their lead singer. “In fact, I’m fairly certain he’d burn every bass you own and snap the necks of all of my guitars, and we don’t want that. Do we?”
Akira groaned and slowly lifted his head to gaze into the brunette’s calm features. With a sigh he nodded, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“Ok, don’t get too cocky, mister,” Akira scolded his boyfriend. “But still,” he pushed his face back into the black cloth. “Can’t we stay here a little bit longer?”
“I don’t know, Akira…”
“Come on,” Akira pleaded. “Please, Kouyou? Please, please, please?”
The brunette sighed. “Fine, but we’re going to have to rush to get ready...”
Akira nodded, “I know. But I don’t care, as long as I get to lay here with you.”
A bright smiled spread across Kouyou’s features as he ran his fingers across Akira’s bare back. The feeling of the elder man’s skin was like a drug. Kouyou could never get used to it. He felt like he was the luckiest man in the entire world because he was able to call the sometimes sluggish and dim-witted, but always caring and sweet, blonde his own. It was truly the greatest honour and Kouyou couldn’t be happier.
Kouyou moved the hand that was in Akira hair to cup the side of his face and tilt his head upwards, staring into the blonde’s obsidian eyes. The way Akira looked at him made his heart flutter in his chest. So much kindness. So much adoration. So much love.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered to the older man. “You know that?”
Akira smiled, “Not as perfect as you.”
Kouyou smiled back and dropped his head down to place his curvaceous pouty lips onto Akira’s own velvet ones. They seemed to mould together perfectly, moving in sync, as if they were made to fit together. Two separate puzzle pieces that completed a masterpiece.
These were the moments they cherished the most.
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A/N: Just a little un-beta-ed drabble I did to keep people occupied while chapter 5 of TLIPO is in the editing process. The prompt for this one is probably my favourite fanart ever, it's also the background on my phone. ( http://kaze-pon.deviantart.com/art/Reituha-sunny-morning-331141057 )So frickin' cute! And I love the artist too, so credit to her, she's amazing. I hope I was able to communicate the position they were lying in, it was a little difficult to describe. This is so incredibly fluffy, I know. But I am a massive, massive sucker for fluff. So, I couldn’t help it. Hopefully you enjoy it anyway. I can’t wait to get chapter 5 up for you guys, I think you’re going to like it. I know I do!
- R xx
Slowly, the brunette man began to stir, his consciousness waking up. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the hair his nose was buried in. The blonde man smelled of cigarettes and pinewood; a scent that was oddly appealing. With the hand that was buried in those silky blonde strands he began to caress, slowly massaging his dainty fingers against the scalp which achieved a pleasured moan form the man sleeping against him.
The younger of the two stooped his head down and kissed the elders fringe covered forehead, tightening the grip he had on that bare muscular torso. He knew they had to get up soon. But it was moments like this he cherished the most; the moments when the two of them were alone in their own little world; the moments when they didn’t have to worry about others and the stresses of everyday life. With a soft smile he buried his nose back into the blonde’s hair, nuzzling the velvety mop.
“Akira,” he spoke softly, continuing to run his long fingers through the elder man’s hair. “Akira, wake up, love.”
Akira shifted slightly in his arms, but didn’t wake up. If anything, he only tightened his grip, refusing to let his mind return to reality.
Smiling, the brunette kissed his forehead again, tugging ever so slightly on the blonde’s hair. “Come Akira, we can’t stay here all day.”
“Why not?” A groggy voice came from the face that was tucked into his chest. “We can just ditch work today.”
“We can’t do that and you know it.” The brunette chuckled as he was pulled tighter against Akira’s body. “Come on, we have an important interview today. This could be our chance to get signed. Plus, Taka would kill us if we were even a fraction of a second late. That stingy excuse for a vocalist is incredibly intolerant of tardiness.” The playfulness if his tone didn’t lighted as he teased their lead singer. “In fact, I’m fairly certain he’d burn every bass you own and snap the necks of all of my guitars, and we don’t want that. Do we?”
Akira groaned and slowly lifted his head to gaze into the brunette’s calm features. With a sigh he nodded, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“Ok, don’t get too cocky, mister,” Akira scolded his boyfriend. “But still,” he pushed his face back into the black cloth. “Can’t we stay here a little bit longer?”
“I don’t know, Akira…”
“Come on,” Akira pleaded. “Please, Kouyou? Please, please, please?”
The brunette sighed. “Fine, but we’re going to have to rush to get ready...”
Akira nodded, “I know. But I don’t care, as long as I get to lay here with you.”
A bright smiled spread across Kouyou’s features as he ran his fingers across Akira’s bare back. The feeling of the elder man’s skin was like a drug. Kouyou could never get used to it. He felt like he was the luckiest man in the entire world because he was able to call the sometimes sluggish and dim-witted, but always caring and sweet, blonde his own. It was truly the greatest honour and Kouyou couldn’t be happier.
Kouyou moved the hand that was in Akira hair to cup the side of his face and tilt his head upwards, staring into the blonde’s obsidian eyes. The way Akira looked at him made his heart flutter in his chest. So much kindness. So much adoration. So much love.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered to the older man. “You know that?”
Akira smiled, “Not as perfect as you.”
Kouyou smiled back and dropped his head down to place his curvaceous pouty lips onto Akira’s own velvet ones. They seemed to mould together perfectly, moving in sync, as if they were made to fit together. Two separate puzzle pieces that completed a masterpiece.
These were the moments they cherished the most.
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A/N: Just a little un-beta-ed drabble I did to keep people occupied while chapter 5 of TLIPO is in the editing process. The prompt for this one is probably my favourite fanart ever, it's also the background on my phone. ( http://kaze-pon.deviantart.com/art/Reituha-sunny-morning-331141057 )So frickin' cute! And I love the artist too, so credit to her, she's amazing. I hope I was able to communicate the position they were lying in, it was a little difficult to describe. This is so incredibly fluffy, I know. But I am a massive, massive sucker for fluff. So, I couldn’t help it. Hopefully you enjoy it anyway. I can’t wait to get chapter 5 up for you guys, I think you’re going to like it. I know I do!
- R xx