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Sleepy hickeys

[smut/fluff??]

"Kenma stop.." Shoyo spoke in a voice almost inaudible for any ears to hear. Except Kenma, his dearest husband did.

" I have to go to practice tomorrow kenken.." he laughed, laughter filling the room enveloping them in a warm embrace.

"Hn" Kenma hummed continuing to drag his lips down the youngest neck, leave sweet purple and red spots as he went.

Shoyo covered his face and smiled sweetly, hands covering half of his face. Seemingly nervous and jittery.

Kenma brought his hands up to his jaw, holding the side of it in between his pointer finger and thumb pushing up ever so gently.

Shoyo moved his head up making it easier for kenma to mark him up.

Shoyo giggled at the slurping sounds he'd heard from the elder.

Kenma hummed and pulled away, admiring his work. Admittedly it was messy but it was his.

He grinned "mines" kenma spoke.

"Yours" Shoyo kozume laughed.