Mwahrch | a kiss hello | a gentle kiss | bokuaka | fluff | established relationship | short drabble
A quiet click of the door, rustling of the sheets, the comforting smell of honey and soothing warmth embracing his body. Keiji stirs, awoken from his dream, but still not conscious enough to open his tired eyes.
“Hi, love,” Koutarou whispers right into his ear, leaving a warm peck on the nape of his neck. His arm curls over Keiji’s waist in a grounding grip. Momentarily, Keiji clings to his husband’s hand, their fingers intertwining.
He turns his head, needing to get even closer, but bumps his cheek straight into Koutarou’s nose. But his husband knows exactly what to do so he pushes himself up just enough to close the distance between their craving mouths. The kiss begins as a slow, lazy slide of the lips as if to remind them that it’s real and they’re finally here together after almost a month of being apart. Keiji missed it so badly, getting to feel Koutarou’s warmth, curling himself into his strong chest, losing his mind over the familiar scent of his lover.
Most times their welcome home kisses get frantic real quick as they lose their clothes the moment the apartment door closes. But this time it’s late and they both crave a good night’s sleep, so the slow movement of lips and a barely-there hint of tongue is just perfect to ease them into it.
“Hello, Kou,” Keiji whispers back. “You’re here. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you from the station.”
“Mm, that’s okay.” Koutarou kisses the corner of his mouth, then lays back on the pillow and nudges the back of Keiji’s head with his nose.
“What time is it?”
“Nearly three. We should sleep, baby,” He says, readjusting the bedsheet, so they’re both comfortably covered. “We have the weekend all to ourselves.”
Keiji hums with contentment as he almost falls back to sleep with a small smile visible on his lips. “Goodnight, I love you.”
“Night-night, love you too.”
