Good morning, Iwa-chan.

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"Iwa-chan." Said Tooru, poking Hajime on the cheek like a little kid. Pouting.

"What?" Hajime said, a bit hostile. Tooru just pouted more.

"Pay attention to me", the brunette whimpered.

"You're literally doing nothing, Iwa-chan", said Hajime with a tired look.

Tooru flushed. "Y-You're mean".

And when Hajime noticed how flustered the other was, he took that as his sign to keep teasing.

"Oh, am I being mean, Iwaizumi-san?" Tooru flushed impossibly hard, bingo. "I'm so sorry, iwaizumi-san. How can I make that up to you?"

And he knew he hit a button with the "Iwaizumi-san" because not even Tooru has called him that, not even once.

"I- I don't-." And Hajime wanted to laugh so hard, but he also wanted to keep pushing, so he did.

"You have all my attention, Iwaizumi-san, what do you want me to do?"

He was mocking him, Tooru knew that, but he couldn't help but feel flustered at Hajime's words.

Maybe he could take advantage of that as well.

"Fuck me." He whispered and Hajime smirked.

"Your wish is my command, Iwaizumi-san." And that made him feel worked up right away.

Hajime leaned closer, with a smug look on his face. A shiver went down Tooru's spine. And then Hajime smacked his lips against his. It was a hot kiss, both of them fighting to take the lead, but Tooru eventually gave in as Hajime bit his lip, a soft moan coming out of his mouth, causing Hajime to smirk and pull him tighter, deepening the kiss.

They parted to breathe, a small trickle of saliva between their mouths, heavy breathings and flushed cheeks. Tooru ran a hand through Hajime's hair, smiling.

"You're so beautiful, Iwaizumi-san", said Hajime, smiling back.

"I know", Tooru said and both of them laughed, just to keep kissing.