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Moonlight filters into their room from large floor to ceiling windows. It’s quiet with only the sounds of the ocean out here to keep them company, gentle waves rocking against the support beams of their bungalow. For once, when Nagi checks his phone, it’s not to instantly boot up a game or pull up a video.
Just over an hour to sunrise.
Reo sleeps peacefully beside him, breath soft and even, eyelids twitching gently every so often. He wonders what his boyfriend’s– husband now, he fixes, then corrects himself again because they both much prefer when Nagi calls Reo his wife –dreaming about. Nagi’s hand moves up to card through Reo’s bangs, carefully pushing the hair away from his face so he can take a better look. Have Reo’s eyelashes always been this long? Have his lips always been so plump and pretty? Nagi dips his head, lips ghosting over Reo’s and whispering a soft ‘chuu’ between them.
It’s hard to believe that this is his life. That he hasn’t suddenly stumbled into something straight out of shōnen jump. That he, Nagi Seishiro, really gets to be married to his best friend and love of his life and that after such a successful competition season last year, they get to do things now like honeymoon in the Maldives.
Then again, if someone had told Nagi when they were teenagers that ten years later this would be their life, he would’ve opted to skip all the cutscenes to get here faster.
His hand slips over Reo’s cheek, thumb brushing against the perfectly smooth skin. Closer to his hairline he can feel the tiny scar just below Reo’s temple, five years old now from when they spent their first anniversary as an official couple in Hawaii. ‘Don’t laugh at me, Sei, I survived a zip lining accident!’ Reo had huffed at him back then, after he’d teased him for getting hurt in the most un-Reo-like way. Saying that he tripped while getting out of his harness at the very end just didn’t sound as cool.
But Reo is always cool in Nagi’s eyes. Even now, unaware of how good he looks with Nagi’s fingers trailing down the slender column of his neck, fingers gently tracing over the marks he’d left there only a few hours ago. They’re out here in what feels like a literal slice of paradise and the most beautiful sight is still Reo.
Nagi shifts onto his side and with greater care than necessary, he rolls the blanket down. It feels like it’s their wedding night all over again. Bare skin greets him tonight instead of the lacy white lingerie Reo had been hiding under his tuxedo at the time, and Nagi decides that this sight is lovely too; Reo’s chest and stomach are littered with even more purpling bruises his mouth had left earlier, faint red imprints from his teeth around each nipple.
His fingers continue south to trace against the faint divots from his teeth, circling the pretty pink buds as if in apology before his thumb and index finger pinch at the center. Reo’s lips part slightly where his breath had hitched, sensitive as ever, but remains otherwise undisturbed even after receiving a tug.
Nagi nudges the blankets off them the rest of the way. The weather is lovely, a light breeze drifting in through the open windows along with the smell of sea salt. It reminds Nagi of all the summers he’s spent with Reo by now, of walking hand in hand down the Sakawa coast near his hometown.
“Strawberries,” Nagi murmurs, the word slipping out of him in a whisper as he moves to hover over Reo, arms and legs on either side of him without bearing down on his weight fully. Strawberries had been in season the last time they visited the coast, the vendors peddling all sorts of treats including them to keep the tourists happy.
They’d been snacking on strawberry sweets all day, had even shared an enormous strawberry ice cream cone before getting distracted under the overpass, with Nagi teasing about how Reo’s nipples tasted like strawberry cream as he licked them red and puffy, the actual ice cream remaining melting all over Reo’s hand.
Nagi licks his lips at the memory and dips his head over his wife’s chest. He’s gentler now, keeping his teeth away so as not to wake him, as his mouth sucks and laps and kisses around the hardening bud, and it’s exhilarating how responsive his wife’s body is to him. Reo quite literally makes Nagi’s mouth water, his skin spit-slick without much effort; Nagi feels himself shivering when a string of saliva briefly keeps them connected before he switches his mouth to the other side.
Strawberries are still a good way to describe it, Nagi thinks, but it’s so much more than that. Reo tastes like the sweetest, most delicious treat imaginable, even tastier still now that he’s making soft little whines in his sleep under the attention, his hips subconsciously undulating off the bed, seeking Nagi even in this state. He finally understands why all his former teammates were so obsessed with devouring each other.
“The cake?”
Nagi freezes. He slowly raises his head away from Reo’s nipple with a wet pop, looking up at his wife's face– Reo’s flushed from his collar bones all the way up to the tips of his ears, his face scrunched up with concern. He waits a couple of seconds and Reo eventually murmurs, “Oh, it’s vanilla…”
Ah. Cute. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s always fun when he manages to catch Reo sleep talking.
“Reo likes vanilla,” Nagi can never resist engaging. He watches Reo smile in his sleep and it blows his mind, too, how something so simple never fails to light the fire in his belly. His mouth trails even lower then, kissing down the soft skin of Reo’s stomach. Fingers ghost over his sides in a way that makes his ticklish wife squirm and Nagi smiles against his skin.
Nagi scoots back, hands gliding over hip bones and dipping between Reo’s legs to press against his thighs. He loves Reo’s thighs. Supple, soft, squishy– SSS+ tier, if you will. Nagi glances back up as he spreads his wife’s legs to settle comfortably between them while laying on his stomach, eyes fixed on Reo’s pretty features as he mouths over the delicate skin along his inner thighs.
He could lay like this for hours, Nagi thinks. It’s comfortable with him practically laying down and nothing is a hassle if it’s for Reo, especially after how long they’ve been together. His teeth sink into the meat of Reo’s thighs and he hears him mumble something else in his sleep, but Nagi doesn’t quite catch it. Nagi’s hands slide to Reo’s hips to keep him from turning when he finally gets his mouth around his half hard length.
Every inch of Reo’s cock slides into his mouth like it’s where it belongs. Nagi hums softly around him and he can feel Reo fussing in his sleep again as his body reacts to the sudden warmth, to the feeling of Nagi simply letting him rest heavy on his tongue. Pale eyes shut for a few seconds and he leans his head against Reo’s thigh; Nagi wants to savor this too. He loves Reo, loves the way Reo makes him feel, loves how easy and natural things are with Reo. No one else but Reo could make him want to rut against the mattress just from how exciting it is to feel his dick twitch in his mouth without Nagi even having done much yet.
Nagi’s eyes dart back up as he slowly drags his tongue around Reo, one of his hands sliding under him. Two fingers press against his hole and Nagi can’t hold back the moan that wreaks havoc through his frame at how easily they still slide in. Fuck . It takes everything in him not to stop, instead taking deep breaths through his nose as he plunges his fingers deeper inside Reo. They’re coated in the mess he’d spilled inside Reo earlier as they curl and spread, feeling Reo’s cock gradually harden to full mast in his mouth until he’s having to bob his head up and down, carefully, ever so slowly.
Reo’s a whimpering mess beneath him, whatever dreams he’d been having before taking a turn to accompany the attention Nagi is giving him. All of Nagi’s touches are deliberately slow, building up just enough momentum to keep Reo hard with his teasing but not enough to push him over or jolt him awake– at least not until he’s three fingers deep inside his wife and curling them just so over the bundle of nerves he knows makes Reo cry.
As expected, Reo’s breath hitches as he gasps out a moan, his hips jolting up off the bed and pushing his cock further down Nagi’s throat. Nagi was ready for it and hums around him while he curls his fingers, and only then does he slowly pull his mouth away from Reo.
“Morning,” Nagi rasps, all too nonchalant for a guy being watched lapping up his own excess spit from around someone’s cock.
“Sei?” Reo sounds far away, still groggy from sleep and breathless from the situation he awoke to. Nagi feels a hand in his hair and he nuzzles into it, tilts his face to kiss it even as his fingers continue to fuck into his wife at that same lazy pace, dragging out every single stroke and push. Reo groans, whines again as his hips try both rolling up off the bed and toward Nagi’s touch. “Could’ve woken me up sooner…”
The whiny gasps that sound out of Reo’s throat are delicious; he’s close. Nagi hums softly and turns his head to look at the clock over on the wall, and as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, just says, “It wasn’t time yet.”
“Time for what?”
“The time when Reo first kissed me.”
Reo props himself up on his elbows for the full effect of tilting his head at Nagi, confusion clear as violet eyes meet deep gray. The fingers inside him quicken their pace, draw out a high pitched moan, and it’s enough to send Reo flopping back down. Reo’s knees bend, opening himself up further and finding enough stability in the mattress to wantonly grind down on Nagi’s fingers.
“I was thinking,” Nagi continues, kissing the precum atop Reo’s dick goodbye before he slides his fingers out of him (the huff that slips past Reo’s lips is adorable ) and repositions. He lays on his side and pulls Reo’s back against his chest. “Reo, I wanna fuck you at 5:58.”
A minute to go. One of Nagi’s hands slides down, guiding his own aching cock to slide between Reo’s cheeks, teasing him. Reo grinds his hips back, hands fisting into the sheets in front of him even as he cranes his head to be able to see Nagi.
“Anything you want, my treasure.” Reo hums, looks at the clock and back to Nagi. “Did I really kiss you this early?”
“Time zones, boss.” Nagi’s hand splays over his hip, grips him hard as he feels himself start to sink back into him. “I remember because Reo had me pause my game.”
Reo’s soft laughter is Nagi’s favorite sound. The way Reo always lets out a shaky breath, a little mewl as his back arches as he takes him is a very close second. They both look at the clock and true to his word, the digital clock face reads 5:58 just as Nagi bottoms out inside his wife.
“Watch, Reo.” Nagi nods his head out toward the floor to ceiling windows, toward the open ocean. He can tell Reo’s about to ask what he should be watching for but he doesn’t give him a chance to, hips snapping forward and back to finally quicken the pace just as hues of orange, purple, and pink start to paint their room.
Faster, harder, spurred on by how beautiful Reo looks under the warm morning glow. Reo keens his name in a chorus of Sei, Sei, Sei every time he slides in while they watch the sunrise together, panting breaths intermingling even more so as Nagi’s hand cups Reo’s jaw to tilt his head and kiss him. It’s not long before they’re coming undone, Reo making a mess of the sheets the moment he feels that blooming warmth of Nagi spilling inside him again.
The way Reo licks into his mouth is downright filthy, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smile as he purrs, “Happy kissing anniversary, Sei.”
Nagi smiles in return before he hides his face in Reo’s shoulder. One of his legs hooks over Reo’s just as an arm slides across his torso, effectively curling himself around him. Reo is warmest like this, still wrapped tight around his length and gently patting his hair. Nagi’s eyelids feel heavy again and he tries to mumble out an apology, for waking him up only to fall asleep on him again, but he’s too warm, too comfortable. Just barely, he hears Reo say something that sounds a lot like i love you , and the last thing Nagi remembers before he falls asleep is whispering it back into Reo’s skin.