No strings attached

Pt.27- Breakfast [m]

This chapter contains sexual content. Read at your own discretion [m].

A serene silence engulfed the man who'd just woken up. His head was sleep plagued, and his entire body still unaware of his surroundings. He allowed his hazel eyes to drift around the room where they fell on the man who was on the other side of the bed, sleeping peacefully.

He leaned down and placed a kiss to the sleeping man's nose, watching in awe and slight amusement as gray eyes fluttered open and locked on to him. Instead of receiving a response, all he got was a small hum of acknowledgement before Yokozawa rolled over, trying to go back to sleep.

"Good morning."

".....'morning."

"Do you want to sleep more?"

"Is that an option or are you going to keep on talking?"

Kirishima chuckled, he knew the younger man was just being sarcastic like always.

Two could play at that game.

"Well, since you said it like that- I'm going to keep bothering you so you can wake up and keep me company. Y'know, since we're boyfriend's now." The elder teased, pulling the blanket off of the other and raking his finger softly down his unclothed thigh.

In response, Yokozawa whimpered. "I'm up."

"Good boy." Kirishima smirked slightly before getting off the bed and going to his closet. He grabbed a button up shirt and made his way back. "Put this on for now and go find something to eat in the fridge. I have to make a phonecall real quick, but I'll be downstairs in a bit."

Yokozawa sat up with a slight grimace and looked down at his thighs, a light blush making it's way up his face. There were a few prominent hickeys on his inner leg. They were prominent and varied in size and color. He quickly shrugged on the shirt and stood up to button it, watching as it fell past his waist and settled just above his knees. "Can I use anything in the kitchen? Or am I not allowed to dirty anything?"

"Feel free to use whatever you want. I don't mind."

"T-thank you." He mumbled, making his way out of the room and heading towards the kitchen downstairs. Kirishima had given him permission to use whatever he wanted but as he stood in the very spacious cooking area, he felt on edge about it. They were boyfriend's now, yet he still felt like he was in a strangers house.

Pushing passed that unwanted thought, he began rummaging through the fridge. Surprisingly there was food. Food that had to be prepared on an actual stovetop- something he hadn't done in a while but figured he could manage. He gathered the things he needed to make an omelette, and busied himself with preparing it.

For a while, the only sounds that filled the kitchen were from the sharp knife he had in hand slicing through the vegetables and occasionally striking the cutting board. He was so distracted that he didn't hear the elder descending the stairs.

At first, the hazel eyed man was going to make his presence known but the idea of catching the younger off guard was even more appealing, so as stealthily as he could possibly be, he walked up behind him and licked a stripe up his neck eliciting a surprised gasp.

Before Yokozawa could respond, he was embraced from behind, the others hands wrapping around his torso to keep him in place. "W-what are you doing-

"You look really cute in my shirt. Do you know that?" Kirishima innocently began playing with the hem of the shirt he'd let him borrow before running a hand suggestively up and down his side. He watched Yokozawa shiver lightly and drop the knife in hand.