Mr Refreshing

Sweet Lemon

A/N: And we're at the finish line, folks! Throwing in a smut warning for minors again, and I mean it! This chapter will dive heavily and explicitly into Yaoi smut, so... you're welcome, I guess?

Alright, here goes nothing.

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Suga had thought that finally saying those words to Daichi would feel like a weight lifted off his shoulders. On the contrary, it feels like his heart is being filled instead, swelling to fit a tenderness he never knew existed.

Daichi's lips have closed in on his, tender yet strong. How is it possible for someone to feel this amount of joy? How is it possible, that Daichi, once again, perfectly understood everything Suga was trying to convey, that his response is beyond anything Suga could even think up?

"I love you." Daichi mutters, and Suga is giddy with euphoria. He's free, and in this moment, there is no doubt in his mind that they are meant to be. Suga turns to face the captain, and the latter kisses him so hard that he leans back against an elbow to support himself, unintentionally playing a jarring, dissonant chord on the piano.

Daichi grumbles his disapproval and swiftly lifts Suga off the piano chair and onto his bed. Suga thinks Daichi looks like a samurai in his black yukata, then realises samurais probably don't wear yukatas. Regardless, Daichi looks somewhat befitting of a warrior with his broad shoulders and strong arms, and... oh.

He can see his boyfriend's erection through the thin fabric of his traditional get up, and Daichi's got that hungry look in his eyes that lights a fire in the pit of Suga's stomach too.

"Say it again, Koushi."

Suga smiles mischievously. He swears that this is not what he intended by inviting Daichi over tonight, but Suga is never averse to the lascivious joys of mutual discovery.

"I love yo-"

Daichi's lips are crashing onto his before he can even finish, with so much force that Suga is pushed into the bed. Suga usually revels in being the one who takes the lead, but today, Daichi is the clear alpha, and this is really, really working for Suga. They might actually take it all the way tonight, and this thought sends Suga's mind into a whirl. Somehow, this is perfect, with the orb of the night setting the stage, and the gentle chirping of crickets in the distance.

Daichi's lips have moved to caress Suga's jaw, his kisses growing hungrier and wetter. He's taking the skin of Suga's collarbone in between his teeth, sending goosebumps and shivers down his spine.

At one point, Daichi's going to not be able to move downwards, all credit to his yukata, which was bound securely at his waist. "Daichi..." Suga whines, "the belt."

Daichi needs no further prompting, his hand moving to deftly undo the knot in Suga's obi. The fabric then slides off Suga's shoulders easily, revealing his bare torso reflecting the spill of moonlight, and Daichi is back at work, trailing kisses down his shoulder, his chest, his stomach.

"Again," the captain mumbles into Suga's hip. "Say it again."

"I love you."

Suga's yukata is clinging on only where his elbows meet the bed now, and Daichi has reached the hem of his boxers. Daichi looks up with desperate eyes.

"Suga... Koushi, I want to... Can I-"

With a smirk, Suga simply responds with a flat "No."

Daichi looks confused and crestfallen all at once, lifting his head to read Suga's expression.

"It's not fair..." Suga says lazily as he sits up, "That I'm lying here like this, while you're still fully clothed."

Daichi goes red, and Suga reaches for the belt that's loosely holding Daichi's own yukata together, nimbly undoing it and letting the fabric fall off Daichi's shoulders. Now, both of them are in nothing but their briefs, and Suga is taking in the view.