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The lamp which glows a soft orange illuminates, almost warms the room as rain drizzles outside, pattering softly against the window, while the chill of mid-autumn hangs in the air. At the desk, in an office chair, you’re sitting, studying for yet another university course, something devil-related no doubt, your forehead in your palm, ankles crossed and swinging. Your eyes are glued to the page though you sense your concentration start to wander, especially when you hear shifting at the bed on the other side of the room from you. You frown deeply, piercing the words on the page with a deadly stare, willing yourself not to break focus though you find this only makes it worse, makes the idea of resigning for the night that much more tempting.
The clock reads 11:49 PM.
“Come to bed already.” The voice, so familiar to your ears, calls across the room, shattering your fragile hold on your dwindling concentration. Following it is an almost silent yawn, practically soundless during the build-up, before giving way to a sharp intake of breath, then a steady exhale. “I’m waiting for you.”
“Wait,” you mumble. A sigh escapes your lips, and you start the paragraph you’d been reading over again for what feels like the fifth time within the span of twenty minutes.
“The light is keeping me awake.” You can imagine the soft frown creasing the man’s delicate face, and it takes everything in you not to be pulled by the temptation of finally giving in to your exhaustion, setting aside your studies to curl up beside him.
“Wait.”
Aki sighs before silence befalls the bedroom once more, save for the occasional flipping of your page and the gentle scraping of graphite against notebook paper. This, coupled with the occasional creaking of your chair as you shift back and forth, lulls him to sleep, something he had not meant to do until you joined him. Though, he underestimated how long it would take for you to finally resign.
The hours tick by and your focus gradually wanes until it eventually shatters into a million pieces. When you look over at the digital clock, it reads 3:23 AM. You examine your notebook, seeing that you’ve managed to write many, many pages of notes, giant walls of written text that you know will be a hassle to review over in the future, yet you’ve only read one chapter of the textbook. You clench your jaw in frustration, wondering why it always took you hours just to take notes on a single chapter. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that you had the tendency to write down every little detail. You may as well just read the textbook again rather than your messy notes.
Screw this, you think as you flip your books closed, reaching over to turn the lamp off and feeling your way through the darkness. A little break won’t hurt, you reason with yourself, though you know this ‘little break’ will turn into an eleven-hour slumber so deep an earthquake wouldn’t even so much as stir you. Still, you crawl into bed beside Aki.
He stirs beside you as you lay on your side, propping the side of your head up in your palm, elbow digging into the soft pillow. When your eyes finally adjust to the low light, you study Aki’s peacefully sleeping face before he blinks his eyes open as if he had sensed you lovingly gazing down at him.
“Did you fall asleep?” you ask quietly.
“Mmmno,” Aki mumbles, letting his eyelids fall back closed.
“Mhm,” you hum, chuckling. No, says the guy sleeping.
You lean forward, pressing your lips to Aki’s, and he lazily kisses you back. His eyes remain closed until you lay your hand on his chest — then, they flutter back open, half-lidded as his gaze settles over your face like he’s trying to read your intentions.
You don’t keep him guessing for long, leaving little to the imagination when your hand strokes over his broad, well-muscled chest, over each pec, before slowly making its way down his abdomen. Your fingers reach the waistband of his pants, and slowly, agonizingly, your hand slides over his dick, growing hard from your earlier act of feeling him up. This is sure to fully wake him.
A gasp escapes Aki’s mouth when your hand touches him, feeling for the outline through his pajama pants. You palm him in slow, calculated movements, capturing any sounds of pleasure that escapes Aki in your mouth, until he is rock-hard beneath your touch, perhaps almost painfully so.
You lick his lips and slip your tongue into his mouth the same moment you reach your hand into his pants, brushing the soft skin of his cock with your gentle fingertips. Aki twitches under your touch like he’s silently begging for you to grab a hold of him and you comply, freeing his cock of its confines and wrapping a firm fist around him.
Aki cups the back of your neck, pushing your mouth harder against his, your tongue exploring every corner. You pull away with a loud smack and press your forehead to his, stroking your hand up and down his length, slowly and at an even pace at first. Aki breathes deeply, seemingly attempting to stifle any soft moans though a few escape when you quicken your pace.
In the dim light, you can see that Aki’s shirt has ridden slightly up his stomach, as well as the steady rise and fall of his stomach. You lean your head down, planting a soft kiss where his happy trail starts, and much to his surprise, you take a momentary break from stroking his dick to wrap your lips around it. You take in as much of his length into your mouth as you can without choking, lathering his cock with your spit, sliding your tongue all around him. You bob your head up and down a few times, slowly and sensually, before releasing his cock from your mouth and going back to stroking him with your fist.
Bringing yourself back up, you capture the skin on his neck with your mouth, right beneath his ear, and you flick your tongue back and forth while you pump his dick with a little more vigor than before. Aki wraps his hand around your bicep as if to anchor himself, though at this point he is too much of a wreck from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure to effectively hold back any little noises he had been trying to suppress. The occasional soft moan and sharp exhale tickles your ear as you continue to work your mouth against his neck.
Though occupied with your desire to leave a deep mark on Aki’s skin, you can imagine the face he’s making in the soft light of the late night, early morning — his thin brows pulled together, eyes screwed shut, lips parted as he’s puffing out hot breath, and his cheeks flushed with a deep, rosy blush.
Aki groans, his abdominal muscles contracting, and his fist tightening around your arm for a split second as he comes, spilling some onto your hand, and some onto his stomach. You release the skin of his neck with a pop and take a quick glance at the mess.
Aki presses his hand to his neck where you had just been sucking, wiping your spit off, and then the realization strikes him.
“I have to work tomorrow, you know?”
“I know,” you shrug, flashing him a cheeky smile, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and hoisting yourself up onto your feet. You leave the room for just a moment and return with a damp hand towel before you begin to clean the mess. Aki hisses as the cold dampness makes contact with his warm skin.
You toss the towel off to the side somewhere, leaving it for you to deal with when the sun rises. You settle in bed beside Aki, resting your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your neck.
“Did you finish studying?” he murmurs. You can only mumble in response, as your eyes have already closed and you’re halfway to the slumbering world, not realizing just how tired you had been until you officially got into bed. Aki sharply exhales with amusement, then presses his cheek to the top of your head and drifts off to sleep alongside you, until the two of you wake up in a panic far later in the morning, nearly around noon, than either of you had intended.