Oumota Oneshots

Shower

A/N: A lot of people have commented about Kokichi not being cis male. He's transgender in this fanfic, as I headcanon him as that. Please stop leaving comments about him not having a dick or how men can't have children- its a bit upsetting when people don't actually look at my explanations and while I understand some people don't know what transgender is, it just makes me uncomfortable.

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A dreary spring morning, the pattering of rain against the roof of the small apartment the two males shared, and the warmth of each other while wrapped in dense blankets. Both were awake, quiet and pressed to each other, savoring the moments before one of them would inevitably go to the bathroom or needed something to drink. Kaito's fingers carded through his boyfriends hair, face pressed against his head and taking deep breaths of his scent. Kokichi smelled like home, like cinnamon and spices, sweet and spicy and a bit like flowers. It always calmed the taller man down when he'd come home from a stressful day, or when he needed help to sleep after having a nightmare of the past.

The game had been so long ago, it seemed, but it still haunted them both to this day. Through the therapy, medications, and eventual healing between themselves and their friends, they had grown closer and feelings of affection bloomed where anger and frustration used to lay in their hearts.

Kokichi had struggled with the truth far more than any of them, having blamed himself for many of the things that happened in the Virtual Reality game. Remembering all the things he did, how everyone thought of him, the animosity everyone had towards him immediately afterwards... Maybe Kaito had pitied him at first, but he knew deep down that none of them deserved such hatred.

And now, years later, he held the small man in his arms, cuddled close and whispering soft things of love and affection in their quiet, intimate moments before dawn. He loved Kokichi with all his heart, enough that he was sure if it was possible it would explode. The way Ouma looked at him, the way his fingers curled around his shirt while pressed to him in bed, the small smile on his face as he gave Kaitos chin and nose a quick peck before shimmying out of his hold to use the bathroom.

With a soft sigh, he relented and let Kokichi bounce over to their bathroom, listening as the boy used it. His mind started drifting, thinking of Kokichi in his shirt, no underwear on, bent over the bathroom sink and-

His face heated up, noticing that the sink was now running. He tried to push the thoughts away, but when Kokichi started crawling back into bed, he couldn't help but let his dick guide his thoughts.

"Wanna shower together?" He asked, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend, who tilted his head and smiled, noticing the growing bulge under the covers.

"Oh? Momo-chan wants to shower with me today? Alright then!" He smiled, leaning to kiss Kaito on the lips before going back into the bathroom. Kokichi wasn't an idiot- he knew exactly what his boyfriend wanted when he asked something like that.

Kaito walked in after him, starting the shower as Kokichi stripped down to nothing, his pale skin smooth besides the few little hickey marks left over on his neck and chest. Kaito was always kind of proud of the fact that Oumas skin bruised like a fresh peach- he could leave marks anywhere on him, marking him up and making sure that Kokichi would always knew he belonged to him.

Momotas hands snaked around Kokichis middle, bringing him in close and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, his fingers gripping the smaller males soft ass. He couldn't help but feel him up, touching his soft skin, especially in the morning when he looked so raw and natural and perfect.

"Momo-chan... I thought we were taking a shower!" Kokichi said, pouting playfully and pretending to be annoyed. The small smile on his face obviously gave away his intention, clearly expecting this after being asked so quickly to take a shower with his love. Kaito had to admit, the fact that Kokichi was just as eager to fuck so early in the morning made his chest flutter.