“One, two, three, four…”
Kiss shivers as Aomine runs his fingers over Kise’s sun-kissed back. A honeymoon on the beach is what he wanted and what he was told they couldn’t afford to do because of time constraints. Aomine had games, Kise had modeling gigs.
But Aomine had surprised him last minute with tickets, and luggage full of his favorite relaxation gear. And maybe a basketball or two.
It was only day three, but Kise’s skin had darkened enough that he knew his agency would have a few choices words about it. After all, his porcelain skin and blond hair are all a part of his appeal.
But Kise doesn’t care if his skin darkens or his hair bleaches in the sun. He doesn’t care because Aomine traces every tan line with his fingers, with his lips and makes every moment of this subtle difference worth it.
“Five, six…”
Kise lifts his head off the pillow and glances over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Aomine’s eyes flicker upward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tips forward, pressing a soft kiss just above Kise’s shoulder blade.
“Did you know your back freckles when you tan?”
Kise’s eyes widen. “Freckles?”
“Mm…” Aomine traces his finger from one freckle to the next. “I like it.” His eyes soften as he reaches Kise’s lower back. “Like my own personal constellation.”
Kise feels the heat rise to his cheeks and turns away to push his face into the pillow. “Sappy,” he mumbles.
Aomine chuckles, a deep, soft, lazy sound. “You like the sappy shit.” He lets his arm collapse, sprawling out along Kise’s back.
“Heavy,” Kise grunts, reaching his back to thread his fingers with Aomine’s.
“Mm,” Aomine hums as he presses his face into Kise’s neck. “You love me.”
Kise can’t help but smile as he says, again, “I do.”