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Toya had been feeling very strange as of late.
On paper, it was easy to attribute the cause of this very specific sense of unease -- after all, in the grand scheme of things it hadn't been very long since him and Akito made things official and became a couple. Even someone as emotionally naïve as Toya knew that making such an adjustment came with its own unique set of challenges, and he certainly wasn't unused to experiencing waves of foreign emotions overtaking him at Akito's hand... but something about this fuzzy feeling was different.
At first, he simply believed it to be giddiness. He truly did love Akito, and it made his heart pump harder whenever he could look upon his amazing partner's beautiful form and be hit with the reminder that they belonged to each other in every sense of the word. When he really thought about it, though... it was more like the initial surge of frivolous excitability that came with knowing he could call Akito his boyfriend had passed, blossoming into something strikingly familiar yet distinctly alien all the same.
It was hardly a secret that Toya felt more comfortable around Akito than anyone else. They'd been through enough for the older to know for certain he could always find acceptance and understanding in the company of his partner -- a mentality that extended all the way back to the day they discussed their dreams together back in middle school. Akito picked him up by the scruff when he was at his very lowest and decided he adored him as he was. There was no pressure to do or become anything he didn't want for himself, and it was through that unconditional benevolence that Toya's mind and heart internalized Akito as a walking safe space.
And, well... to put things as simply as one could, it seemed his body was also joining the fray in that regard.
It started off simple, to the point that for once Toya couldn't really be blamed for his inability to pick up on his own emotions. They'd just started dating, so it wasn't too strange if he became slightly more touchy every now and then. He was hardly one to frequently initiate physical affection, but he found that he liked taking Akito's hand into his own, wrapping an arm around him whether to hold his waist or pull him into a hug, fluttering their lips together in a gently loving kiss...
Which was all well and good, of course -- except that it seemed once Toya had bitten into what he once deemed forbidden fruit, he couldn't help but strip it down to its barest core. Sweet, chaste pecks would turn to full-on makeout sessions in between periods at school or behind the livehouse, and he found himself repeatedly succumbing to his newfound urge to wrap his partner up from behind and bury himself into the comforting warmth... well, it would be accurate to call it 'succumbing' if it weren't for the fact that he put absolutely zero forethought into such shows of affection.
Toya could feel it -- something he'd kept unconsciously padlocked all these years had its chains promptly shattered by their mutual confession. It was like the part of him that knew how to hold back had completely vanished, and all that was left was this intense yearning he continued to feel for Akito even though they spent every millisecond they could spare together. Being with Akito -- able to feel the heat of his skin, listen as their heartbeats synced up and lose hold of all his senses as their palates ventured to passionately mingle...
For Toya, it was nothing short of euphoria.
Akito was not only easy on the eyes from head to toe; he was also warm to the touch and soft as a pillow in all the right places. Being able to hold him was like cuddling up to a freshly warmed plushie, and the knowledge that it was his one and only partner who he loved more than anyone else in the world within his arms only amplified the sensation. And there was his scent, too -- eternally sweet like the pancakes he so enjoyed eating, and yet the usual bout of sickness that would typically come with taking in such an aroma never even occurred to Toya.
He had to wonder -- was it possible to love someone so much that it changed you on such a chemical level?
It was no wonder Toya had gotten so terrible at resisting this feeling of pure sanctuary. Akito had spoiled him so thoroughly that his very heart had ingrained his partner's endless kindness into its walls and forgotten how to do anything but gravitate to him like a magnet -- as made evident by the fact that, for probably the hundredth time since becoming official, what was intended to be a study date at Akito's house had devolved into them lazily snuggled together in his bed like the rest of the world could never hope to matter as much as this.
"You good?" Akito muttered as he felt Toya suddenly hug him tighter, shivering when the tip of the older's nose nuzzled at his nape. Contrary to what their outward personalities might have you believe, Toya had taken to being the big spoon quite nicely -- it was the best way to feel Akito in his entirety, after all. He wasn't sure how his response could be anything more but a satisfactory release of air that left him deflating against his partner.
Akito merely chuckled, offering a pat of understanding against the pair of arms joined snug around his midsection. It was rather convenient having someone who knew you inside and out better than you did -- one shift of muscle and it was like Akito had read his thoughts a moment before they'd deigned to form. Of course, voicing the billion and one sappy thoughts he'd been developing about Akito this evening alone certainly remained high upon his roster of backseated temptations... but he'd recently discovered it was far easier to just mark up Akito's skin as proof of his devotion, so he began to string a trail of kisses up the back of his neck and collar instead.
Toya pulled back to gaze upon the hickey left directly in the center of Akito's neck. It was the sort which left the vivid image of Akito's classmates teasing him with a poke upon the distinctly positioned bruise, for which Toya would profusely apologize in stark contrast to his current obvious lack of remorse... but for now, Toya had more important things to worry about. Namely, taking the golden opportunity to bury himself into Akito's head of fluffy orange hair and inhale deeply.
"Why the hell are you always sniffin' me...?" scoffed a clearly flustered Akito as the older indulged in citrus-scented locks. The shampoo he used, bearing an appropriate correlation to the color of his hair, was a nice accompaniment to the natural bakery-like sweetness which clung to his tanned skin -- like that stack of pancakes had been dressed with a healthy portion of whipped cream and fruit.
"You smell good." Toya answered as aptly as ever despite the barely-present slurring of his words, punctuating them with a kiss to the back of Akito's head before the tip of his nose led the journey back down to where his neck and shoulder met. "It's sweet... like that cafe we usually go to after practice."
"I thought you hated that stuff." was Akito's lighthearted retort, shuffling himself backward in lieu of the teasing hair ruffle he couldn't deliver in their current position. He could feel Toya's hum of contemplation as his chin came to rest the waiting perch that was his shoulder, though it was only a moment later that the older proved to be one step ahead as he manually tilted Akito's face to the point that their lips could just barely ghost together.
"It's fine if it's you." Toya murmured, the last syllable of his straightforward answer transitioning right into his best attempt at a kiss. To be frank, he was still going through the typical adverse effects of sweetness adrift -- a dizziness which sank deep into his bones and wrapped his every nerve in blinking fuzziness that rendered his body lethargic and his brain totally useless. Strangely enough, though... when the sensations wafted off Akito's skin, his hormones took over and he couldn't help actively seeking out that peculiar high.
"It's like he's drunk or somethin'..." was the last coherent thought Akito decided was worth pondering, deciding that their sudden kiss was far more worthy of his full attention. Toya released a tiny, pleased sound when his advance was met with proper resistance, forcing something to click in Akito's brain as it always managed to do once they descended into the thick of it.
The position was admittedly a little awkward to continously make out in, but factors like that seldom mattered once that electromagnetic pulse began to sweep over their mutual sense of self. After all, at the end of the day they were merely a couple of teen boys knee-deep in puppy love who had yet to learn how to keep their hands off each other. It was only natural that they'd continually debauch themselves off the intrinsic urge to melt into the one you loved.
"...Hang on." Akito eventually muttered against Toya's lips, unable to put up with the cramped angle for as long as he would've liked. Toya seemed close to disappointment when Akito manually pried himself from his partner's grip and pushed toward the opposite end of the bed, but his worries were quickly dispelled when the younger flipped onto his other side and pulled Toya in by the waist for a seamless reconnection.
Though it was usually the other way around what with how damn shameless he'd become as of late, Toya was left scrambling to reciprocate as his partner stole the lead. As he did with all things, Akito took what had been gentle and stoked a great passionate fire within it -- which was to say he took it upon himself to kiss Toya harder than the latter had done for him. Not that Toya could find any reason to complain, newfound love junkie that he'd become.
"Mm..." was the mindless noise drawn from Toya's lips when Akito pulled back, unsure of when his partner's hands found their way to his face but displaying no interest in fighting his instinct to lean into the touch. With the way he just sat there, eyes all half-lidded and dazed as he drank from the rich wine he'd chalked up Akito's presence to be, it honestly wouldn't have been too much of a stretch to assume he'd actually gotten tipsy.
"What's gotten into you, huh...?" Akito let out the fondest of little chuckles, unable to help the way his heart swelled at the sight of Toya nuzzling into his palms like an affectionate kitten. His resistance against the urge to squish the malleable flesh of his partner's cheeks was predictably short-lived, dribbling pressure against the pale skin and relishing in his observation of the slight pink hue dusted just atop it.
One thing Akito had noticed about Toya was that he seldom blushed -- or not in the same way he did, anyway. Akito was a pretty naturally expressive guy, and the nerves required to make him embarrassed until he went red in the face were far easier to strike than he enjoyed admitting... and, of course, when it rains, it pours. If you succeeded in breaking his ego, you'd most definitely be made to know it in a snap.
Toya, however, sported completely different circumstances. To begin with, embarrassment seldom founds its way into the vocabulary of someone with such total disregard for social convention... and even in the rare scenario of having been unexpectedly rendered sheepish, you'd only be able to detect his shame in that distinct pouty look he seemed to unconsciously cultivate as his go-to reaction to potential scorn. No -- when he got hot in the face the way he was now, it was an indicator of elation.
"Turn over..." Toya muttered with his voice slurred by the squish of his cheeks, interrupting that train of thought to make way for much more important things. Ever weak to his partner's whims, Akito put up no subsequent fight when slender fingertips guided him onto his back and the weight of their owner smoothly climbed atop his lap.
Akito allowed his hands to thud against the mattress, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his lovedrunk boyfriend nearly perched on top of him, clad in one of his loose t-shirts to boot... In a rare instance of having reversed their usual roles, Akito found himself unable to name the feeling welling up in his chest as he gazed upon this side of his partner only he was privy to. Toya, on the other hand, seemed to know precisely what he wanted, handing over control of his balance from his hands to his straddling hips as he made his descent.
"...Mmph." was the sound that ended up punched from Akito's lungs as Toya fell against his chest, leaving the younger puzzled as his partner cuddled up into him like a personal body pillow or something. He'd honestly been expecting another kiss, but he could tuck away his disappointment on the matter for later...
"You sure everything's good, dude?" Akito chose to near-whisper, wrapping one hand snug around Toya while the other curled upward to cradle his head from the back. Contrary to what the majority of his friends would say, he never considered himself particularly protective toward Toya -- but when they were laid up together like this, and the older felt comfortable allowing himself to become so small and vulnerable... it was like that quiet instinct to always be there for his partner had awoken tenfold, growing into something primal that he struggled to comprehend.
"I'm okay." Toya offered an actual answer this time, simplistic as it was, as the hands resting upon Akito's body gently clutched the fabric of his shirt. "It's a little bewildering, though... I'm not sure why I've been feeling for you so intensely as of late."
Ah... so they'd been having the exact same problem all along.
"It's just cuz we love each other, I guess." Akito shrugged with an affectionate ruffling up of two-toned hair, sensing it was his turn to be the frank one. To be honest, even he wasn't entirely sure of his answer -- no matter how much his partner looked to him for guidance, he was experiencing all this for the first time too -- but Toya seemed to consider his answer satisfactory regardless, the tiniest of giggles bubbling past his lips as he nuzzled into the spot where Akito's heart thundered.
"I do love you." Toya decided to affirm the galactically obvious, and if Akito didn't know better he could've sworn he actually purred as he strung back the arrow aimed directly at his heart. Toya always spoke of how everything seemed to click easier when Akito granted him a glance through his lens -- he held absolute faith in every word, act and breath his partner could hope to offer him.
Before Akito's mind could become too firmly trapped between the urge to drag Toya up for a kiss and not wanting to disrupt his resting position, the older's mood seemed to do its hundredth somersault, resulting in another chaste peck of lips. It was starting to become exceedingly obvious that he was simply following the instincts of his heart and only remembering to set his brain into corresponding action a moment too late... In this category, at least, Akito could safely say that he was the brain to Toya's brawn rather than vice versa -- and if the younger's affection toward such uncharacteristic impulsiveness quelled his hesitation in kissing back, that was his business alone.
Toya's hesitation in pulling back was clear as day, propping himself up on his elbows as silver eyes transfixed themselves on the very lips he'd been intertwined with moments ago. The line between getting drunk off his partner's sweet scent and actual drowsiness -- they were rather far into the evening -- started to become clearer, and with that came the blue moon's dilemma of actual forethought before affection.
"Why the heck are you poutin' now?" Akito let out an endeared chuckle from his position beneath Toya, tanned palms returning to their rightful place on either side of his partner's milky cheeks as the pair of lips between them pursed further.
"I'm getting a bit sleepy..." Toya spoke with firmly sewn-together brows, serious to a fault even when the conflict at hand was of absolutely zero consequence. "...but I want to keep kissing you as well. I'm not sure what I should do."
"Not every day we get to spend the night together without Ena barging in." Akito reasoned with a shrug, reminding Toya of the fortuitous circumstances which allowed them to wind down their hours with such lackadaisy. The younger's hands slid down Toya's sides until they could meet at his waist, the baggy shirt slung atop only accentuating his thinness once those same hands began to grip.
"That's true..." Toya nodded, significantly calmer despite the rather intimate way Akito's thumbs were stroking along his clothed skin. "But isn't it a little late-"
"No school tomorrow either." Akito interrupted before Toya's train of thought could get very far from its station, a certain cloudiness swirling through olive irises as the older sat all the way up on his partner's lap. It was only then that Toya considered -- if he'd been getting drunk off Akito's love, then Akito himself must be completely blacked out by now...
"...Akito- Mmph!" Toya yelped in surprise when he was once again robbed of proper thought. With his weight having lightened, he'd given Akito a golden window of opportunity to heave himself upward until he could turn the tables and pin Toya down with a recklessly sudden smashing together of lips.
"I'm sayin' we've got plenty of time for both, dummy." Akito scoffed as he pulled away, the barely visible string of saliva left between their lips only breaking when he spoke. Toya could only lay there in surprise, of course -- as decidedly puppylike as Akito tended to be, it wasn't very often that he literally pounced on him like that.
"...Toya? You good? Did I push you too har-"
"Please kiss me again." Toya took his turn to shut his partner up this time, and, well... when Toya wanted something, Akito seldom found it in himself to lollygag. It took but half a moment for him to lean down and connect their lips once more, paying no mind to the pair of hands fisted against his hair and back as he threw himself into offering Toya his much-deserved loving.
"It's so sweet..." thought Toya as they tangled once more, deciding then and there that he had no problem drowning in this saccharinity.