Can I get a kiss prompt 46 out of jealousy with Iwai/Akira? I love all your little fics!!!
:D :D I’m glad you like them! I hope you like this one too.
“The cash drawer’s emptied and the front door’s locked. I flipped the sign.”
“Mmhmm.” Iwai doesn’t look up from the model gun spread out in pieces before him, and Akira frowns.
“All right.” Iwai carefully brushes a thin layer of glue on the barrel and presses a piece against it, holding it until it sets.
“I’m taking off all my clothes,” Akira says, folding his arms.
“M’kay.” Iwai doesn’t even twitch.
Akira sighs. Iwai’s concentration is legendary; Akira has on more than one occasion seen him sign for packages without looking up from his paper, signature an incomprehensible squiggle. The delivery drivers seem used to it by now. And Akira can admit that it’s pretty incredible to be the focus of all that attention, to have Iwai’s gaze hot on him as he runs his hand up underneath Akira’s shirt.
It’s less thrilling to be ignored for a collection of plastic gun pieces, but Akira knows a way around that.
He rests one arm on the back of Iwai’s chair - gently; jostling Iwai at this point will only get him snapped at - and leans in, brushing his lips over the corner of Iwai’s jaw, just below his ear.
Iwai’s breath hitches and his hands still.
Akira keeps going, stubble scraping against his lips as he presses kisses down the line of Iwai’s jaw. Iwai draws in a breath and then turns, so that his lips meet Akira’s, warm and firm and moving against his with focused determination.
Iwai chuckles as Akira pulls back. “Feeling neglected?”
Akira shrugs. “The models get to spend all day with you. I’m only here on Tuesdays.”
Iwai laughs and puts the parts in his hands down, pushing his chair back and turning it so he’s facing Akira.
“If you want more hours you can just say so,” he says, putting his hands on Akira’s hips and pulling him down. Akira settles over Iwai’s lap, tipping his head back on a gasp as Iwai’s lips trace up his neck.
“I could make some time on Fridays,” he says, swallowing the noise he makes when Iwai bites down on his ear.
Iwai smiles against his skin. “Fridays it is.”