[Fic] In the still of the night
Fandom: V6
Pairing: Okada/Ken
Warnings: Established relationship, sickeningly fluffy
Summary: Okada just wants to read his history book. Ken doesn't think that's gonna happen.
The grin on the face that popped up above the edge of the book he was currently reading was as wicked as usual. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed someone creeping up on him while he was still stretched out on the big comfy couch. Of course he had but he could at least try to play hard to get sometimes.
"Exciting read, hm?"
His eyes were still glued to the last sentence of the page but to be honest he had been stuck there for a few minutes now. He gave a slow affirming hum.
"Maybe I should leave you to it then."
"The fact that you’re sitting on me right now might suggest that you already decided against 'leaving me to it'."
"I could always get up again~"
His tone was playful but his body shifted, indicating his intention to move away from his current position after all.
"Hmmm?"
He propped up his feet, moving his thighs up against the weight on top of them enough to make the other tumble forward slightly, forcing him to grab onto him for support with a surprised little yelp.
"That's playing dirty."
"I thought you liked that."
"I prefer the kind that involves more naked skin and less historical encyclopedias."
One hand grabbed the open book, trying to pull it out of his grip.
"Wait."
He reached over to the coffee table, fishing for the bookmark he had put there earlier. Putting it between the pages before letting him shut the book earned him an exaggerated roll of eyes.
"God forbid you can't find the right page again after a round of rough, dirty sex with your hot boyfriend."
"I know, right..?"
"You're so annoying sometimes."
The way he leaned forward to gently nip at the tip of his nose didn't seem all that annoyed though.
He moved his hands over to his shoulders as he felt him moving his arms, warm hands sneaking up to his hips.
“You still love me though?”
“I dunnooo… Do I?”
The hands moved up his sides, pulling him closer and his body complied willingly. He leaned down until their faces were close enough and gently rubbed the side of his nose against his cheek. He could feel the other pushing up lightly against his touch, a low hum vibrating in his throat.
“Love you.”
He loved the tone of his voice when it was just the two of them. So warm and intimate. Something others weren’t allowed to hear.
He felt his lips brush against his cheek, more lingering than kissing. The tickling sensation of his warm breath on his skin made him give a soft chuckle.
“You’re sniffing me again.”
“Mmmcan’t help it. So good.”
“You always make it sound like I smell like a candy shop or something.”
His chuckle was lower, kind of rumbly and so close to his ear that he felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine.
“Cotton candy maybe? All fluffy and sweet and mmmmh-“
A tiny kiss was pressed on his earlobe.
“…-like my favorite Ken-chan.”
“You have more Ken-chans beside me?!”
He tried to sound shocked but it was hard when his touch made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“No… no other…”
Now there was tongue, too. His eyelids fluttered shut and the small gasp that escaped his lips was so not snarky at all.
“Good. I don’t want to share.”
The sulkiness in his own voice surprised him. He had never seen himself as a particularly possessive person but just the thought of him being with anyone else caused his bottom lip to stick out in a defiant pout.
“My Okatchi…”
His fingers curled around the straps of his tank top.
There was a brief moment of coldness when the other’s mouth left his ear, exposing the wet skin to the cooler air but the feeling of his lips moving back over his cheek and closer to his mouth in featherlight kisses was enough to speed up his heartbeat once more. The lips lingered at the corner of his mouth like they were waiting for him to make the next move. Usually, he was the one who was better at resisting. Teasing the other until he was close to begging for his touch but tonight he didn’t really feel like playing around.
The brush of lips felt like a small bolt of electricity that made his insides tingle with excitement. It wasn’t like this was an entirely new sensation. They kissed a lot when they were alone. Shy kisses, playful kisses, heated kisses, sleepy kisses. But every kiss was new and still exciting.
He grabbed the fabric of his shirt a little tighter as he parted his lips just enough to sneak out his tongue, lightly nudging his bottom lip. He smiled into the kiss as he felt the other’s eager reaction and the tip of his tongue playfully nudging back.
There was so much in a kiss or a touch that he sometimes couldn’t say. Because even though he was very open when it came to showing affection, putting it into words was still hard sometimes.
Like the hand that moved up the back of his neck, gently caressing the fine strands of hair there. If people actually did that, he would have purred like a cat. But because they didn’t, he settled for a quiet sigh, still muffled by the other’s mouth.
Even when emotions ran high and they didn’t feel like just cuddling under the sheets of that big bed that they now shared most nights, his touch was always gentle. His eyes were always on him. Making him feel special. Making him feel loved. He hadn’t really realized this before but now it was something he craved. That undivided attention. That feeling of being that special person to someone else.
The kiss left him slightly breathless so he just leaned forward enough to rest his forehead against the other’s, closing his eyes as he felt his chest move up and down beneath him. The fingers in his hair were still drawing little circles on the sensitive skin.
“Love you-…”
“…bunches.”
If the first part had been said in a whisper, the second part was barely audible. It still made him blush though.
It was a phrase his mother had always used even when he was a grownup already. Of course the feelings he wanted to convey with it now were different but they were still just as special. So special that he couldn’t imagine ever using them for someone else. And hopefully he didn’t have to.
And in the quietness around them even the smallest sounds reached their addressee. At least the kiss that followed felt like it.
Pairing: Okada/Ken
Warnings: Established relationship, sickeningly fluffy
Summary: Okada just wants to read his history book. Ken doesn't think that's gonna happen.
The grin on the face that popped up above the edge of the book he was currently reading was as wicked as usual. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed someone creeping up on him while he was still stretched out on the big comfy couch. Of course he had but he could at least try to play hard to get sometimes.
"Exciting read, hm?"
His eyes were still glued to the last sentence of the page but to be honest he had been stuck there for a few minutes now. He gave a slow affirming hum.
"Maybe I should leave you to it then."
"The fact that you’re sitting on me right now might suggest that you already decided against 'leaving me to it'."
"I could always get up again~"
His tone was playful but his body shifted, indicating his intention to move away from his current position after all.
"Hmmm?"
He propped up his feet, moving his thighs up against the weight on top of them enough to make the other tumble forward slightly, forcing him to grab onto him for support with a surprised little yelp.
"That's playing dirty."
"I thought you liked that."
"I prefer the kind that involves more naked skin and less historical encyclopedias."
One hand grabbed the open book, trying to pull it out of his grip.
"Wait."
He reached over to the coffee table, fishing for the bookmark he had put there earlier. Putting it between the pages before letting him shut the book earned him an exaggerated roll of eyes.
"God forbid you can't find the right page again after a round of rough, dirty sex with your hot boyfriend."
"I know, right..?"
"You're so annoying sometimes."
The way he leaned forward to gently nip at the tip of his nose didn't seem all that annoyed though.
He moved his hands over to his shoulders as he felt him moving his arms, warm hands sneaking up to his hips.
“You still love me though?”
“I dunnooo… Do I?”
The hands moved up his sides, pulling him closer and his body complied willingly. He leaned down until their faces were close enough and gently rubbed the side of his nose against his cheek. He could feel the other pushing up lightly against his touch, a low hum vibrating in his throat.
“Love you.”
He loved the tone of his voice when it was just the two of them. So warm and intimate. Something others weren’t allowed to hear.
He felt his lips brush against his cheek, more lingering than kissing. The tickling sensation of his warm breath on his skin made him give a soft chuckle.
“You’re sniffing me again.”
“Mmmcan’t help it. So good.”
“You always make it sound like I smell like a candy shop or something.”
His chuckle was lower, kind of rumbly and so close to his ear that he felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine.
“Cotton candy maybe? All fluffy and sweet and mmmmh-“
A tiny kiss was pressed on his earlobe.
“…-like my favorite Ken-chan.”
“You have more Ken-chans beside me?!”
He tried to sound shocked but it was hard when his touch made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“No… no other…”
Now there was tongue, too. His eyelids fluttered shut and the small gasp that escaped his lips was so not snarky at all.
“Good. I don’t want to share.”
The sulkiness in his own voice surprised him. He had never seen himself as a particularly possessive person but just the thought of him being with anyone else caused his bottom lip to stick out in a defiant pout.
“My Okatchi…”
His fingers curled around the straps of his tank top.
There was a brief moment of coldness when the other’s mouth left his ear, exposing the wet skin to the cooler air but the feeling of his lips moving back over his cheek and closer to his mouth in featherlight kisses was enough to speed up his heartbeat once more. The lips lingered at the corner of his mouth like they were waiting for him to make the next move. Usually, he was the one who was better at resisting. Teasing the other until he was close to begging for his touch but tonight he didn’t really feel like playing around.
The brush of lips felt like a small bolt of electricity that made his insides tingle with excitement. It wasn’t like this was an entirely new sensation. They kissed a lot when they were alone. Shy kisses, playful kisses, heated kisses, sleepy kisses. But every kiss was new and still exciting.
He grabbed the fabric of his shirt a little tighter as he parted his lips just enough to sneak out his tongue, lightly nudging his bottom lip. He smiled into the kiss as he felt the other’s eager reaction and the tip of his tongue playfully nudging back.
There was so much in a kiss or a touch that he sometimes couldn’t say. Because even though he was very open when it came to showing affection, putting it into words was still hard sometimes.
Like the hand that moved up the back of his neck, gently caressing the fine strands of hair there. If people actually did that, he would have purred like a cat. But because they didn’t, he settled for a quiet sigh, still muffled by the other’s mouth.
Even when emotions ran high and they didn’t feel like just cuddling under the sheets of that big bed that they now shared most nights, his touch was always gentle. His eyes were always on him. Making him feel special. Making him feel loved. He hadn’t really realized this before but now it was something he craved. That undivided attention. That feeling of being that special person to someone else.
The kiss left him slightly breathless so he just leaned forward enough to rest his forehead against the other’s, closing his eyes as he felt his chest move up and down beneath him. The fingers in his hair were still drawing little circles on the sensitive skin.
“Love you-…”
“…bunches.”
If the first part had been said in a whisper, the second part was barely audible. It still made him blush though.
It was a phrase his mother had always used even when he was a grownup already. Of course the feelings he wanted to convey with it now were different but they were still just as special. So special that he couldn’t imagine ever using them for someone else. And hopefully he didn’t have to.
And in the quietness around them even the smallest sounds reached their addressee. At least the kiss that followed felt like it.