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Atsushi scrunched up his nose and refused to open his eyes when a soft finger poked him in the cheek. He hadn’t been asleep that long and was fairly certain he hadn’t heard the door click open as he was attuned enough to wake immediately upon child invasion. The mattress shifted slightly, and a familiar hand pushed down on his shoulder as hot breath brushed over his ear.
“Weretiger,” Akutagawa growled softly.
Atsushi huffed and rolled his head just slightly, cracking his eye open in the dimness. The tiger made night vision a breeze, and Akutagawa was leaning over him, eyes alert. He didn’t seem concerned, however, and Atsushi blinked his eyes and yawned, rolling fully onto his back.
“What?”
Akutagawa smirked down at him, and Atsushi scratched his hand under the bottom of the shirt he’d worn to bed. He was too tired to be concerned over the expression his husband wore and simply turned his face up when Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him. “Mm,” Atsushi murmured, pushing his hand into the short hair at the nape of Akutagawa’s neck. “Not that I’m complaining, but…”
“It is after midnight,” Akutagawa said softly. He gently brushed his knuckles over Atsushi’s cheek, and Atsushi’s heart stirred at the tenderness of the gesture. “I simply desired to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.”
Atsushi exhaled in amusement as Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him again. “You always want to be the first,” he murmured, breath coming slightly heavier.
“It is my right.”
Atsushi laughed and then covered his mouth with the back of his hand to stifle another yawn. Akutagawa nuzzled him, kissing his temple and murmuring directly into his ear this time. “Shall I give you the first of your presents, then?”
“First of…?” Atsushi leaned his weight on one elbow as Akutagawa shifted, his palm sliding over Atsushi’s stomach before slipping between his legs. “Oh.”
Akutagawa watched his face closely, as he tugged Atsushi’s shorts down his hips. It was too dark for him to see the flush that rose to Atsushi’s cheeks; Atsushi pulled at Akutagawa’s shirt with one hand. “Will you use your mouth?”
Akutagawa nuzzled in close, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before moving. “It is your birthday, after all.”
Atsushi, panting quietly, watched Akutagawa closely. He kissed the tip of Atsushi’s leaking cock, tracing the vein with his soft lips, eyes pinned on Atsushi. There was a very clear watch me do this for you in his dark gaze, even if the words had not been spoken aloud, and Atsushi didn’t have to be told twice. Akutagawa was finicky with what he put in his mouth, and so this was a rare treat indeed.
Heat was building behind his navel, warmth pooling as his muscles drew tense. Akutagawa’s mouth was full of him now, eyes closed and cheeks hollowed as he worked, and the moment was near perfection—before there was a soft thud just outside the room, the sound of a small foot missing a step and taking a tumble before righting themselves.
Akutagawa immediately stopped his ministrations, and despite himself, Atsushi let out a low whine of disappointment.
There were no further sounds from the hallway.
That wasn’t reassuring.
Akutagawa ran his tongue over the head of Atsushi’s cock a final time, cleaning the fluid there, before lifting his head and wiping his hand over his mouth. Atsushi was able to fully suppress the sigh of disappointment as his husband got up from the bed; he sat up as well, pulling his shorts up as best he could.
“Stay,” Akutagawa ordered him, voice husky in that delicious way that did absolutely nothing to quell the inferno, and closed the door firmly behind him. Atsushi remained sitting up for several long minutes, watching the door hopefully, ears pricked for any noise that may alert him as to what was going on; but eventually lay back down and resisted the urge to rut into his own hand.
“Kids,” he grumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling.
Atsushi didn’t realize he’d fallen back asleep until Akutagawa’s arms slid around him. He’d rolled up on his side, and Akutagawa put his face to the back of Atsushi’s neck and pressed a kiss to his skin. “Which one?” Atsushi mumbled blearily.
“Ryuu-chan.”
“What was he doing out of bed at this hour?”
“Mm, that’s a secret.” Akutagawa tightened his arms around Atsushi. “Your terror of a son will be awake soon.”
“He’s your son too.”
Akutagawa hummed into the nape of Atsushi’s neck, but it wasn’t a disagreement. Atsushi exhaled in sleepy amusement and snuggled back against Akutagawa, eyes already drifting closed again.
Atsushi, holding the broom in one hand, stared at what looked like a swatch of dried blood on the ceiling. There were clearly footprints around it, and several spots where tiny claws had been used for leverage, and as aggravating as that was, the blood was more of a concern.
There were still some balloons and streamers hanging from the walls. Ryuu-chan was helping his father take them down, while Chuuya carried Acchan around like a longcat, dangling him from under his arms. Acchan thought this hilarious, wiggling in his grasp but making no clear effort to break free.
“What are you staring at?” Akutagawa asked, and Atsushi indicated the stain with the broom handle. He squinted at the ceiling. “That’s not blood.”
“You sure?”
Akutagawa gave him a very dry look, and Atsushi sighed, leaning against the broom. “Sorry.”
Acchan squealed, kicking his legs as Chuuya lifted him like a lion cub. “Look, look! I’m gonna be tall enough to ride roller coasters now!”
“We’ll see, kid,” Chuuya said, but didn’t put him down.
“I wanna go on an upside-down one!”
“No,” Atsushi said absently, back to using the broom for its intended purpose.
“You’ll puke on Chuuya-oji again,” Ryuu-chan said, arms full of multicolored streamers.
Atsushi looked at Ryuu-chan, who frowned at himself. “Oops.”
“If you’re tall enough we’ll make your Dazai-oji ride with you,” Chuuya said, still swinging Acchan by the armpits.
“YAAAAY!”
“You really don’t have to take them for the night,” Atsushi said, later, carrying the trash to the bin.
“It’s my birthday present to you,” Chuuya said, amused, as Akutagawa checked Ryuu-chan’s overnight backpack for contraband. “It’s also a birthday present to me, watching them crawl all over Dazai at ass-early o’clock and him having to pretend to function before coffee enters the equation.”
Acchan wrapped around Atsushi’s neck from behind. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD,” he yelled into Atsushi’s ear, partially deafening him, before Akutagawa detached him with Rashomon. Atsushi accepted a more traditional hug from the front and then patted Acchan’s head.
“Happy birthday,” he said again, “be on your best behavior.”
“Aw,” Acchan pouted in spectacular fashion. “I’m always on my best behavior!”
“That’s frightening,” Akutagawa murmured, and Atsushi stepped on his foot with all his weight.
“Thank you for the cake, Ryuu-chan,” Atsushi said. “I’ll eat it tonight; I’m saving it for after dinner.”
Ryuu-chan nodded. He’d presented Atsushi with the small cake, frosted very carefully by child's hand. A slightly off-center tiger face decorated the white frosting, and the two ears were different sizes, but Ryuu-chan was getting more and more adept with his decorating skills every day.
Acchan and Ryuu-chan both waved as they walked off with Chuuya-oji into the dusk, each holding one of his hands. Atsushi sighed, leaned against Akutagawa, and didn’t close the door until they were out of sight.
Akutagawa slid his arm around Atsushi’s waist and turned him against the front door, kissing him. Both of Atsushi’s arms went over his shoulders, leaned back as Akutagawa pressed into him. “Shall we pick up where we left off, earlier?” Akutagawa murmured, and Atsushi wet his bruised lips.
Before he could enthusiastically agree, his stomach gave its own opinion. Audibly.
Akutagawa stared at him, and Atsushi closed his eyes and laughed. “After dinner?” he suggested when he could get a word out. Akutagawa sighed, pressing his palm against Atsushi’s taut stomach.
“Insatiable beast,” he grumbled affectionately.
“And you haven’t even gotten me back into bed yet,” Atsushi kissed the tip of his nose, and Akutagawa sighed. Then he cracked a small, fond smirk, and they smiled at each other.
“Happy birthday, Atsushi,” Akutagawa said, brushed his hair back, and kissed him again.