#asabo

Asahiblinked awake to see wide golden eyes grinning at him from across thepillow. Bokuto smiled wider - an impressive feat - and leaned forwardto kiss him on the nose.

“Goodmorning,” he murmured. A smile crossed Asahi’s face and he closedhis eyes, stretching his legs down the bed.

“Goodmorning,” he replied, rolling onto his back. Bokuto crawled on topof him and he opened his eyes, looking up in time to see Bokuto reachup and kiss him on the forehead. He sighed contentedly as Bokutotrailed kisses down his cheek and across the bridge of his nose,giggling lightly.

“You’refalling behind,” Bokuto whispered. He moved down to pepper kissesalong the line of Asahi’s neck.

“Behindin what?” Asahi murmured, craning his head back to give Bokuto moreroom.

“Thekissing quota,” Bokuto replied. Asahi’s eyes snapped open and helaughed.

“Kissingquota?” he repeated. “What on earth is that?”

“Youknow,” Bokuto said, sitting back on Asahi’s hips. “The numberof kisses we give each other each day. You’re falling behind.”

“Ididn’t know we were keeping track,” Asahi laughed.

“Weare, and you’re losing,” Bokuto said. Asahi sat up, knockingBokuto back onto his lap and wrapping his arms around Bokuto’swaist.

“AmI now?” he asked. “I guess I’m going to have to fix that.”

“Doyour worst,” Bokuto said. Asahi bit his lip to keep from smilingand leaned in to plant a kiss on Bokuto’s nose. Bokuto scrunchedhis nose up and wriggled it from side to side like it tickled. Asahichuckled and leaned in to kiss his cheek instead. “You’re notdoing much for your quota,” Bokuto said.

“I’mgoing for quality over quantity,” Asahi replied, pulling Bokutodown by the neck to get at his forehead.

“Thesearevery high quality kisses,”Bokuto hummed.

“Youhaven’t seen anything yet,” Asahi said.

“Oho?”asked Bokuto, and opened his mouth to say something else. Asahi cuthim off with a kiss, delving deep and intimate straight away. Bokutotipped his head to one side to reciprocate, groaning into Asahi’smouth. They parted with a soft, wet noise and sat staring at oneanother with half-lidded eyes. “Wow,” Bokuto breathed.

“Wow,”agreed Asahi.

“Ithink that counts for about fifty kisses,” Bokuto said. Asahichuckled.

“Nowyou’refalling behind, he said.

I’d like you to know, I wasn’t this sappy until I met you. 

“Come on, please? One last one before I go?” Koutarou stood at the door, lips puckered, puppy eyes in full effect. Asahi was having none of it.

“You’re gonna be late! You really need to get going!”

“But I’m going to miss you sooooooo much, babe!” With a sigh and an eye roll, Asahi grabbed Koutarou by the back of the neck and kissed him long and hard. He could feel Koutarou go a little week in the knees.

“Now get! I’ll see when you get home from work.” Koutarou made to leave, then shot a wink over his shoulder.

“One last kiss before I go?” Asahi blew him a kiss and practically shoved him out the door. This morning routine was truly going to be the death of him, one of these days.