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Waking up in Kurosawa's bed, with Kurosawa's arm curled loosely around his waist, hasn't stopped giving Adachi a strange, fluttery feeling in his chest yet. Even though by now it's actually their bed.
Adachi gives himself a moment to become more awake, and to bask in the warmth of the slow Saturday morning. It's so nice to wake up not to the shriek of the alarm, but to stray sunbeams slipping through the curtains, and to the quiet sounds of Kurosawa breathing next to him.
Carefully, Adachi rolls around to face him, trying not to jostle Kurosawa's arm around him. Though he doesn't really need to worry about that — Kurosawa has slept through much more than this, and he's not likely to wake up just because of Adachi wriggling around.
Sure enough, what awaits Adachi on the other side of the bed is Kurosawa's sleeping face, his hair spilled over the pillow. Adachi watches his stupidly long eyelashes for a moment and can't stop the smile spreading over his face.
He's still not over the fact that Kurosawa is absolutely not a morning person. He just seems like he would be, when you watch him shoot bright smiles left and right in the morning at the office. But the road to sunny morning Kurosawa is actually long and slow. He'll take every opportunity to linger in bed and, if he gets his way, keep Adachi there too.
On weekdays Adachi resists valiantly, herding them to work despite Kurosawa's grabby hands and sleepy pouting. But even though he hasn't said it out loud, Adachi has grown to like their slow mornings in bed, so he lets Kurosawa (and himself) indulge a little on Saturdays.
There was a time a few weeks earlier, after Kurosawa came back from client meetings late on Friday, when Adachi didn't have the heart to disturb his sleep in the morning. He spent some time poking at his phone while Kurosawa slept, then went to pee, then came back to bed, and he still had to wait a good while for Kurosawa to wake up.
And okay, maybe Adachi sometimes gets horny in the morning, so maybe he was kind of impatient for it by the time Kurosawa opened his eyes. And maybe he pressed up to Kurosawa more shamelessly than he usually would, letting Kurosawa feel just how eager he was for some morning sex action.
"Oh no," Kurosawa murmured between kisses, "did I keep you waiting?"
"Mm," Adachi replied, curling his hand in Kurosawa's sleep shirt.
"I'm sorry." Kurosawa nuzzled into Adachi's neck. "Next time you don't have to wait for me to wake up."
"Eh?"
Kurosawa's lips brushed Adachi's skin when he said, "If you need something from me, you're welcome to take it whenever you want."
Adachi didn't get a chance to ponder that statement then, because Kurosawa rolled him to his back and Adachi got distracted with the kissing and stuff.
But he still remembers, and now, once again lying horny in bed with a sleeping Kurosawa, Adachi kind of can't stop thinking about it.
Maybe he should feel bad for watching Kurosawa sleep like a creep, but Kurosawa told him he could do that and more. And, let's be real, it's not like Kurosawa could judge.
And Kurosawa is just so pretty; or handsome, or whatever. He's beautiful. And he kind of looks younger when he's asleep, and so soft.
Adachi raises his hand and strokes his fingertips gently down Kurosawa's cheek. Kurosawa's lips part slightly on a sigh, but he doesn't wake up. Okay then.
Adachi's gaze trails down first, over Kurosawa's chest. They haven't bothered dressing for sleep after last night — Friday nights are also a little special, and thinking back on it makes Adachi bite his lip as he grows even more horny. Maybe that's what makes him feel bold enough to follow his eyes with his hand, lightly brushing it down Kurosawa's neck and his chest.
He can see some muscle definition even with Kurosawa relaxed in sleep, which is fully incomprehensible. Kurosawa has admitted before that he worked out to look good for Adachi, so Adachi guesses the ridiculous six-pack is for him. He probably shouldn't complain about his boyfriend being too hot.
Even so, Kurosawa's body still feels soft under Adachi's hand. It feels good to touch him. Which is not exactly new information, but it feels a little new now that Adachi can take his time with it. Usually it's Kurosawa who lets his hands roam over Adachi's skin, and he's happy to talk at length about how much he enjoys touching Adachi, which makes Adachi blush just at the memory. But he can see the appeal now, the pleasure of just touching someone he loves and wants.
Well, maybe not just touching. Or at least Adachi has a destination in mind. So far his exploration could be considered chaste, but his eyes keep straying lower with increasing frequency. The trail of hair on Kurosawa's abdomen disappears into the shadow of the blanket covering his hips, and Adachi can hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears as he gently pushes the covers down.
Kurosawa's still sound asleep when Adachi glances up at his face, even breaths falling through his parted lips. Adachi gets distracted with the sight for a moment (Kurosawa's face is really quite unfair) before he remembers about his mission.
He blushes as he looks down Kurosawa's body, even though the sight of Kurosawa's cock is not exactly new either. It's soft now, looking pretty benign, though Adachi is intimately familiar with what it can do.
It's curious to feel it under his fingers like this. Usually by the time they get to touchings, Kurosawa is all ready to go, so the sensation of it now is pretty different. And fun. Adachi takes his time trailing his fingertips over the warm skin, and then carefully takes the length into his hand, feeling the weight of it.
It's not long before it starts to respond to Adachi, slowly filling up in his hands. It seems to take its time though, and Adachi smiles at the thought that Kurosawa's cock is like its owner, determined to take it slow in the morning. Still, it's gratifying to feel the effect Adachi has on Kurosawa, in such a visceral way.
So Adachi also takes his time playing with it, stroking it first with his fingertips, then with a loosely curled fist, slowly but surely coaxing it to hardness. He should do this more often, and not let Kurosawa distract him immediately with other happenings. It's so fun that he gets engrossed in it, continuing with the touches even after Kurosawa's cock is fully hard, and feeling giddy at the little twitches he can draw out when he touches it just right.
And then maybe there's a sound that draws his attention, or maybe he just feels a change, but Adachi looks up at Kurosawa's face and —
Kurosawa's eyes are open.
Adachi jerks his hand away with a little yelp, his heartbeat jumping to breakneck speed.
Seemingly unbothered, Kurosawa does a sort of sleepy little stretch and murmurs, "Mm, good morning."
But Adachi can't appreciate the way Kurosawa's hair shifts against the pillow or Kurosawa's sleep-low voice, because he's too busy hiding his face in his hands in mortification.
Just how shamelessly horny as a person has he become, that he couldn't even wait for Kurosawa to wake up? And what if he misunderstood and did something that Kurosawa hated, and — and —
But he doesn't get to spiral very far into misery before Kurosawa gently tugs his hands away from his face.
"Adachi, it's okay," he says, voice warm and gently amused. He pulls Adachi's hand close and kisses his knuckles.
Adachi peers up at him cautiously, his heart slowly returning to a calmer pace. "Yeah?"
"Mm. More than okay. See?" Kurosawa guides Adachi's hand down to wrap around his cock, which greets Adachi's touch with an enthusiastic twitch. "You're very welcome to continue."
Adachi sucks his lower lip between his teeth and worries at it, his gaze darting between Kurosawa's face and his cock. It feels even harder now, which does seem like a good sign.
And… he wants to touch Kurosawa more… But he's too shy to do it now that Kurosawa's watching him back. Desire wars with embarrassment as Adachi lies there frozen with his hand around Kurosawa's cock. How does Kurosawa even do it to him?
Kurosawa shifts on his pillow, drawing Adachi's gaze up, and smiles at Adachi. "Want me to go back to sleep?"
"Eh?"
And Kurosawa just… wriggles a bit, like he's settling into the bed, and closes his eyes. Adachi watches, speechless, as Kurosawa's face goes a little slack, his breath deliberately slowing down and deepening. In a few moments it really seems like he's asleep.
Adachi looks at him in disbelief, and then snorts. "Seriously?"
Kurosawa just breathes out a little huff, almost like a snore. He's unbelievable. Adachi can't help but smile, hopelessly endeared.
And, well, it does make things easier. Adachi steels himself and moves his hand, stroking Kurosawa's cock. He's tentative at first, but soon he grows more confident. Even if Kurosawa is resolutely pretending to be asleep, his cock is pretty honest about enjoying Adachi's touch.
Remembering that Kurosawa likes it a little wet, Adachi brings his hand up and licks it a few times. Maybe it's just his imagination making it seem like his hand tastes different, tastes of sex somehow, but it makes him blush and shift on the bed restlessly anyway. When he returns it to stroke Kurosawa's cock, Kurosawa draws in a sharper inhale, tensing for a moment before he visibly relaxes back into his pretend sleep.
That's interesting. Adachi bites his lip as an idea takes form. Could he make it feel good enough for Kurosawa to give up the pretense?
His hold on Kurosawa's cock grows more sure, and he lets his other hand brush over Kurosawa's abs again. Is Kurosawa flexing them now? That seems like it would require some advanced gymnastics, to flex while acting loose in sleep, but Adachi wouldn't put it past him. In any case, Adachi lets himself enjoy the touches.
Slowly, he trails his hand up Kurosawa's chest. He watches Kurosawa's face as he rubs over Kurosawa's nipple first with his palm, and then circles it with his thumb. It looks like Kurosawa's lips curl into a smile, but he remains still otherwise.
Adachi pouts a bit over his plan being thwarted. Kurosawa's nipples must not be as sensitive as his own are, because Adachi knows from experience that he would not be able to keep still if Kurosawa did that to him. Even the memory makes him want to squirm a bit, but he mentally shakes it off to focus on his mission.
He doesn't really need to be stealthy about touching Kurosawa now, so he lets his hand wander as he contemplates what to do next. He could probably just jerk Kurosawa off like this, and it would be nice — very nice, even, to feel Kurosawa's cock twitch hard in his hand, and to watch Kurosawa's face as he unravels…
But. There's something he's been thinking about lately. And now that he got permission to have his way with Kurosawa while Kurosawa's not watching, maybe it's a good opportunity to try it. Adachi gives himself a little fortifying nod as he gathers his resolve.
He lets go of Kurosawa's cock, and it's funny how that finally draws a reaction, an aborted mournful sound from Kurosawa. Adachi smiles and puts his hand on Kurosawa's shoulder. Kurosawa instinctively resists the first press, but a moment later he goes pliant and lets Adachi push him to his back.
Adachi twists around to grab stuff from the nightstand, and then pushes himself up. Not letting himself second-guess it, he throws his leg over Kurosawa's hips and straddles him.
He pauses, chewing his lip and flushing at his own daring. And the view, it's definitely flush-worthy — Kurosawa lying under him, naked and hard and Adachi's. He has a pillow crease on his cheek, which doesn't make him any less hot, but makes Adachi's heart squeeze with helpless affection.
His gaze trails down Kurosawa's chest (still ridiculous) and to his cock, which is now cozying up to Adachi's own. He tries wrapping his hand around them both, but doesn't even come close to surrounding them. How does Kurosawa do it?
Adachi gets distracted for a moment with thoughts of Kurosawa's big hands, his grip sure around their cocks, bringing them delicious friction — but no, he has a different destination in mind for now.
He carefully rolls a condom down Kurosawa's cock, and then squeezes some lube on his palm and starts slicking it up. Usually Kurosawa does that himself, most often after he's fingered Adachi into needy impatience, but now for once Adachi can take his time with it. And it's pretty fun to touch Kurosawa some more, and satisfying to feel the reactions, Kurosawa's cock jumping into his hand. Kurosawa's breath is coming faster now, even if he's still gamely faking sleep.
Finally Adachi deems it sufficiently slick, and moves on to the next part. His cheeks warm up some more as he gets more lube and reaches behind to prepare himself. He doesn't linger too long, already impatient for the main event. Maybe that's how Kurosawa feels by the time he's teased Adachi into trying to rush him along.
Adachi rises up and shuffles forward on his knees. Bracing one hand on Kurosawa's chest, he reaches back to wrap the other around Kurosawa's cock and line them up. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth as the tip presses against him.
Breathe, he tells himself, hearing the instruction in Kurosawa's warm voice. He lets his eyes slide shut and breathes deeply, trying to relax his body. It's not so easy to do with his thighs tensing to hold him up at the same time, but after a few moments he relaxes enough for the very tip to slip in. His mouth drops open on a quiet haa as a pleased little thrill runs through his body.
It feels like an age while he shifts back and forth and down, trying to take in the head of Kurosawa's cock. It doesn't seem like a big deal when Kurosawa does it, but now it's endless, and Adachi's feeling hot not just with desire but with effort. But finally the widest part slides in, the ridge dragging over Adachi's rim before the head nestles inside him, and the relief and accomplishment draw a triumphant sound from his open mouth.
He pauses in his quest, opening his eyes — and meets Kurosawa's gaze, Kurosawa's eyes hooded but trained on Adachi. A new wave of heat sweeps through Adachi at being watched like this, part embarrassment and part… something else. Something good. But he still sounds whiny when he complains, "You were supposed to be asleep."
"Mmm, I'm not sure I'm not." Kurosawa's voice is a little raspy with sleep. "I thought I was still dreaming."
"You dream about this?" Adachi asks, before he can think twice about giving Kurosawa an opening like that.
Sure enough, Kurosawa's lips curl into a slow smile, and he almost purrs, "I often dream about my angel, but this little demon is new."
Ugh, how does he come up with these embarrassing, cheesy lines first thing in the morning? Kurosawa is really on a different level. But even more embarrassing is the fact that it's kind of doing it for Adachi.
Kurosawa's hands creep up Adachi's thighs, and Adachi considers scolding him for moving, but in the end it feels too good to discourage. Especially when he reaches Adachi's hips and curls his hands around them to knead the flesh, and the touch feels steadying and relaxing all at once.
But it's still not so easy to continue with his plan. Adachi's thighs are starting to get sore, and each millimeter he takes in feels hard-won, and in his hand there's still so much of the shaft left. How do they even fit it all inside him normally? It's starting to feel impossible.
He makes frustrated noises, the hand he braced on Kurosawa's chest curling a bit, pressing his fingertips in. Kurosawa responds with soothing sounds, his hands sliding up Adachi's sides. It helps to ease the frustration, and Adachi allows himself a little break to just feel Kurosawa's touch.
It roams over his skin slowly, getting bolder when Adachi doesn't insist that Kurosawa stay still. Adachi lets out a little moan and shifts his hips when Kurosawa brushes his fingertips over Adachi's nipple, inadvertently taking in a little more of Kurosawa's cock. Kurosawa makes a rumbling sound of approval, and Adachi flushes with a new wave of confidence.
But when Kurosawa's hand strays to Adachi's cock, brushing up the length while the other returns to toy with his nipple, that works a little too well. At the spark of pleasure Adachi loses his delicate balance, his straining thighs giving in as he sinks down down down, sitting on Kurosawa's cock completely. He gasps and shudders at the sudden fullness.
Kurosawa's groan is quickly followed by a concerned "Adachi?"
Adachi shakes his head, nails pressing into Kurosawa's chest. He's trembling all over from the overwhelming sensation, but he manages to say, "I'm okay."
"Okay," Kurosawa echoes, stroking his thighs soothingly while Adachi tries to collect himself. "You feel so good, darling."
"Yeah?" Adachi peeks up at Kurosawa's face, and watches as Kurosawa's expression melts from worried to a heated look. It sends a warm shiver down Adachi's spine.
"Mmm, you know I love how you feel inside.”
The praise makes Adachi's blush spill down his chest, and makes him want to squirm a bit, in a good way. There's not much squirming he can do while sitting on Kurosawa's cock, but apparently he shifts enough for Kurosawa to catch his breath.
Right, Adachi should actually try moving on purpose, now that he got a bit used to the feeling of Kurosawa's cock fully inside him. He braces himself and rises up on his knees. His thighs protest sooner than he'd like, and he sinks back down, the returning fullness heating him up from the inside.
His little gasp is echoed by Kurosawa's groan. It's deeply gratifying, and it spurs Adachi on. He raises his hips again, and again, trying to work up to some kind of rhythm. It's more demanding than he imagined, but it feels really good — the friction of Kurosawa inside him, of course, but also the knowledge that he's the one bringing them both pleasure.
Kurosawa helps, sliding his hands to Adachi's hips and lending some of his strength when Adachi moves up. Adachi could tell Kurosawa that he can do it alone, but in truth the help is very welcome with how his thighs start straining hardly a minute into it.
And it looks like Kurosawa doesn't mind doing some of the work. His eyes are bright with pleasure and desire as they trail between Adachi's flushed face and where their bodies meet, pleased sounds and murmured praise for Adachi spilling from his lips. "You're doing so well, baby," and "Look at you, Adachi, you're so hot," and "That's it, that's — mmm," and Adachi has to try not to let the sensations distract him from taking in Kurosawa's reactions.
Unfortunately, his legs are really not used to this kind of workout, and soon enough they're protesting too loudly to ignore. Adachi sinks down with a moan. Kurosawa's cock inside him feels amazing, but it's not enough to override the burning of his thighs. They refuse to budge again too, so Adachi sits there, panting with exertion, his hands sweaty on Kurosawa's chest.
Kurosawa's touch turns comforting, his hands kneading Adachi's hips again. "Do you want me to take over, darling?"
Adachi pouts, because what he wants is to ride Kurosawa and make him come like this, but it looks like his body is not on board with that plan. He tries to raise his hips up again, but nope, that's not happening. So he nods.
Instead of disentangling them somehow so they can move, Kurosawa pulls Adachi closer, holding him to his chest. For a moment he just strokes his hands over Adachi's back, murmuring more praise into their cuddle. And then, in a move that's slow and careful but still makes Adachi gasp and cling to Kurosawa, he rolls them over so he's on top of Adachi.
Kurosawa raises up on his hands, positions himself for better leverage, and makes a slow thrust with his hips. And another, a little more forceful. At least he doesn't seem to have any trouble getting into his rhythm. Adachi bites his lip and lets his eyes flutter shut at the deliciously familiar sensation.
A rueful thought flits through Adachi's mind, that for all his efforts they still ended up right where they usually do. But it's impossible to feel bad about it when it feels so good.
Kurosawa tilts Adachi's hips so the head of his cock drags exactly where it feels the best, and Adachi can feel his toes curling. Now that he's not doing most of the work, it catches up to him just how turned on and primed for it he is, and it spreads like molten heat all over his body. He clutches at Kurosawa's shoulder with one hand, at the pillow with the other, and hangs on for dear life.
His mind swimming in pleasure, he can barely tell apart the distinct sensations, even as Kurosawa's thumb on his nipple makes him squirm as much as he can while pinned under Kurosawa. Kurosawa drops lower and buries his face in Adachi's neck, and Adachi's head turns to make more room without any conscious input from his brain.
He comes soon after, too lost in bliss to hold back his moans. Kurosawa gives two more thrusts and follows, his groan vibrating against Adachi's skin under his open mouth. Adachi finds enough strength to wrap his arms around Kurosawa, and they cuddle as they slowly come down.
Adachi's in the fuzzy almost-asleep state when Kurosawa pushes up on his arms. "Hi, Adachi," he says, like a dork, smiling down at Adachi in his trademark blinding fashion, his hair still in disarray from the pillow.
Adachi sighs at how it makes his heart skip a bit. "Mm," he replies. And then he sighs again, a little forlorn, as Kurosawa gently slips out.
He's back on top of Adachi soon, nuzzling Adachi's cheek and smothering him in kisses. "Thank you," he mumbles against the corner of Adachi's mouth, "for the best wake-up call."
"Yeah?" Adachi asks once Kurosawa has moved on to kissing his neck, and his mouth is free for a moment. "It was… good?"
"Mhmmm. I love that you wanted me so much, you couldn't even wait for me to wake up."
Somehow Adachi still has some blushing reserves, and he draws from them now, his cheeks warming up more at Kurosawa's assessment. Well, he's not wrong. But maybe it's okay to be shameless, if it makes Kurosawa happy.
Kurosawa pushes up on his elbow and beams at Adachi. "You should wake me up like this everyday."
Adachi huffs. "We don't have time for it." Definitely not on top of the long process of getting Kurosawa conscious enough to get ready for work.
Except… Kurosawa actually seems very awake now, and ready to spring into action. It's a stark contrast to how Adachi's limbs feel like pudding, and how the only thing he's fit for right now is a nap. Did Kurosawa suck the life force out of him? Is Kurosawa some kind of a sex vampire?
Well, right now he seems more like a puppy, what with the pleading eyes. "At least on weekends," he cajoles and grins, bursting with affection. "I'll pay you back with breakfast in bed."
He doesn't wait for a reply before he plants two more kisses on Adachi and rolls out of bed with truly uncharacteristic zeal. Adachi blinks after him sleepily. He should get up as well, not just lie about for the whole morning, but he's already melting into the bed. A little nap can't hurt.
(Later, Kurosawa wakes him up with a long kiss and the promised breakfast in bed, and Adachi lets Kurosawa spoil him after all. They can indulge on the weekend.)