An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“So.” Kai shot Aichi a questioning side glance. “What do you want for your birthday?”
Aichi’s smile faded, and he paced Kai for a few minutes, gathering his courage.
“I wanna be on top,” he whispered, fingers brushing Kai’s.
Kai had been thinking about cakes: orange and red velvet and devil’s food, with cream cheese frosting and fudge ganache, sure that’s what Aichi’s sweet tooth would lead him to ask for. He was startled from his reverie and had to replay Aichi’s words through his brain before a feral smirk settled on his face. “Sure. We can do that again. Last time you cried because it went so deep that way, but if you want…”
With a look of determination, Aichi’s blue eyes went steely gray, and he cut off Kai. “No! I mean… I want to top. I want to… put it in.”
Kai stopped short, reaching for Aichi’s arm to halt him too. He stared at the younger man, wild-eyed. “Put it in WHERE?” he asked incredulously.
