rated T for mentions of sex and blowjob, established relationship, domestic fluff
Sion was in the middle of smushing his nose on the back of Riku's neck when the whirring of their aircon stopped and their bedside lamp switched off by itself. The room, and everything, turned quiet. Below him, Riku chuckled. "A blackout," he said. "Do you think we should continue?"
"Argh, of all times, why now." Sion groaned, slumped down on the bed, bringing his boyfriend down with him. He was still inside Riku, but the sudden turn of events soured his mood.
Ever the empath, Riku sensed this and laughed lightly. "I've come twice tonight," he reached back to comb Sion's sweaty hair. "I can suck you and we're done?"
Behind him, Sion was still whining, pressing their bodies tighter. "I've lost the mood now. Let's continue next time."
"Are you sure I don't have to—?" Riku felt Sion slowly pulled out. "You're still hard."
Sion sighed, "okay."
The remnants of the cool air from the aircon was threatening to disappear. In the darkness, Riku peeled himself from Sion's embrace and blindly got to the most comfortable position he could do. "This is exciting."
"What is?"
"Not being able to see," Riku's hand found itself on Sion's thigh, and he poked around to know where Sion's dick was. He found it easily, but bringing his face close to it was quite difficult to navigate. "We usually still have a bedside lamp turned on. This is just. Very dark."
Somehow, this put Sion in a better mood. Riku started sucking, and with the lack of electricity hum, Sion's ragged breaths and moans were even more distinct. Their room was still cold when he came in Riku's mouth.
Riku giggled when Sion proposed to try having sex in total darkness next time. "But with the aircon on," he added.
"Definitely."
They didn't bother to clean more than wiping themselves with wet tissue, and put on their sleeping robes. Riku approached the window—their apartment was on the thirtieth floor, and because of the blackout, the traffic below their apartment looked like fireflies if they had a motor on their tiny wings.
Without taking his eyes off the window, he called Sion to come. "Look, look. It's pretty."
Sion sneaked his arms around Riku's waist and held him, resting his chin on Riku's shoulder. "It's pretty," he agreed.
"The road, below," Riku bumped their heads. "Not me."
"Ouch."
"Do we still have wine?" He asked, starting to unthread Sion's fingers. "Let's sit on the balcony and drink something."
When Riku was set on something, it would be hard to unconvince him. Sion followed him to the kitchen. "I don't think so. But we have that leftover sangria from this evening."
They poured the cocktail into two juice glasses and brought them over to the balcony. The night air was warmer than their apartment, but the wind felt crisp and nice compared to the unmoving air inside.
After moving their drying rack, they sat on the floor, side by side. Sion clinked their juice glasses, Riku giggled. "Cheers," he said, sipping his cocktail. Riku did the same.
"This is nice," Riku leaned to Sion's shoulder, looking at the dark sky above them.
"Everything with you feels nice," Sion said.
Riku laughed, "even in a blackout?"
Sion leaned close to press his nose on Riku's cheek. "Even in a blackout," he confirmed and kissed Riku sweetly on his mouth.
