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Akito regretted it the moment he touched his ear.
Not because the piercing looked bad—no, it looked cool as hell. Small, clean, silver, catching the light just enough to be noticeable without being flashy. The regret came from the sharp, lingering sensitivity that flared the second his fingers brushed too close.
“Don’t poke it,” Toya said from behind him, voice amused.
“I wasn’t poking it,” Akito snapped automatically, lowering his hand anyway. “I was just—checking.”
“You’ve checked it five times.”
“...Tch.”
They were back in Akito’s room, the window cracked open to let in the evening air. Akito sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, clearly trying very hard to act normal. Toya stood a step behind him, watching the way Akito kept tilting his head slightly, like he couldn’t decide where was safest to hold it.
“It’s sensitive,” Akito muttered, as if admitting that much was already too embarrassing. “The piercer warned me, okay?”
“I know,” Toya said gently. Then, after a beat, “May I?”
Akito stiffened. “May you what.”
“Look closer.”
Akito hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. Just—don’t touch it.”
Toya leaned in anyway, careful at first, his breath brushing Akito’s ear. Akito sucked in a sharp breath.
“Toya,” he warned.
“I’m not touching,” Toya said innocently.
That was true. Technically.
Toya’s lips hovered close—close enough that Akito could feel the warmth of him, the faint movement when he breathed. Goosebumps rippled down Akito’s neck.
“…You’re doing that on purpose,” Akito muttered.
“Mmh,” Toya hummed, completely unapologetic.
Before Akito could protest further, Toya pressed a soft kiss just beneath the piercing, barely there. Akito jolted like he’d been shocked, a startled sound slipping out before he could stop it.
“Oi—!”
Toya laughed quietly against his skin and kissed him again, slower this time, trailing along the curve of his ear. Not hard. Not rough. Just enough to make the sensitivity flare and bloom.
Akito’s ears went red almost instantly. “Toya—! Cut it out—”
Another kiss. Then another, brushing higher, closer to the piercing itself. Akito’s hands clenched in his lap, breath coming out uneven.
“You’re blushing,” Toya murmured.
“Shut up,” Akito shot back, but his voice wavered, betrayed by the small, breathy laugh he couldn’t quite suppress. “I told you it’s sensitive!”
“That’s why,” Toya said simply, and kissed him again.
Akito tried to glare over his shoulder, but it fell apart halfway through when Toya pressed a lingering kiss just behind his ear. A quiet giggle escaped him before he could swallow it down, and he froze in horror.
“…Did you just laugh?” Toya asked, delighted.
“No I didn’t.”
“I didn't think you were that ticklish.”
“I did not—!”
Toya kissed him again, quick and playful this time, and Akito let out another soft, helpless sound, face absolutely burning.
“Okay—okay—!” Akito twisted around, finally grabbing Toya’s sleeve. “You’re banned. No more. You’re evil.”
Toya pouted at him—before turning into a smug expression as he leaned in just close enough for Akito to feel his presence without another kiss. “You’re cute,” he said.
Akito groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I hate you.”
Toya gently pried his hands away and pressed a final, gentle kiss to his cheek instead, careful this time. “You don’t.”
Akito looked away, still flushed, lips twitching up into a smile despite himself. “…Yeah. I don’t.”
That was it. Akito basically doomed himself.
Toya did not stop.
That was the problem.
Akito barely had time to register what was happening before Toya leaned in again, hands settling at his waist as another kiss landed against his cheek—then his jaw—then the corner of his mouth. Akito burst out laughing, trying to twist away.
“Oi—! Hold up—!” he protested, already grinning so hard it hurt. “You’re—pfft—you're cheating!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Toya said, voice far too calm for someone who was absolutely assaulting his boyfriend with pure affection.
Another kiss. Then two more, like Toya was testing how fast he could make Akito lose it.
“Stop—!” Akito laughed, hands coming up to push at Toya’s shoulders, which did absolutely nothing because Toya only leaned in closer, forehead bumping against Akito’s temple as he laughed too.
“I warned you,” Toya said, then kissed the shell of Akito’s ear again.
Akito made a noise that was half a squeak, half a laugh. He immediately curled in on himself as his face heated up even more—turning an embarassingly bright shade of red. “Toya—! That’s not fair!”
“How so?”
“You know it’s sensitive!”
“That’s what makes it fun.”
“You’re the worst,” Akito said, breathless from all the laughing as Toya peppered kisses along his neck now, light and ticklish. Akito tried to squirm away, but Toya followed easily, like this was a game he had already mastered.
They stumbled sideways, collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Akito landed on his back with an oof, Toya bracing himself above him just in time to keep them from fully faceplanting. They both started laughing harder at that, stupid and uncontrollable.
“Okay—okay—truce—!” Akito wheezed, trying to catch his breath.
Toya ignored him completely and kissed his nose.
Akito groaned loudly. “You didn’t even pretend to listen!”
Toya kissed him again, this time quick and square on the lips, then another immediately after, and another, each one stealing Akito’s protests and turning them into laughter instead.
“Unbelievable,” Akito muttered between laughs, hands finally gripping Toya’s hoodie to pull him closer instead of pushing him away. “You’re actually unbelievable.”
“And yet,” Toya said fondly, brushing their noses together, “you’re smiling.”
Akito tried to argue. Failed. His grin split wide, eyes crinkling. “Shut up.”
Toya laughed, warm and bright, and kissed him again—slower this time, still playful but softer, like he couldn’t help it. Akito melted into it immediately, laughing fading into something quieter.
They stayed like that, trading kisses and giggles, bumping foreheads, laughing whenever one of them moved too much or missed entirely. Two absolute idiots tangled together on a bed, breathless and flushed, stupidly in love and not even trying to hide it.
Eventually, Akito sighed contentedly, arms loosely around Toya’s shoulders. “You done yet?”
Toya smiled at him, eyes soft. “Not even close.”
Akito snorted, already laughing again. “Figures.”