The sky was a brilliant shade of pink. The sun still hid behind the horizon, but would soon make itself known. Light fog danced along the ground in the garden, soon to dissipate as morning came.

Akira sat by the open window, the smoke from his cigarette whisked away by the early morning breeze, Cigar sleeping peacefully next to him.

His eyes trailed Reimei’s body where he laid on top of his futon, his bare skin glowing from the sunlight filtering through the pink clouds. His cheeks were still flushed from the heavy drinking at last night’s party, although it was almost unnoticeable with how the light painted his skin.

 

Akira reached for one of his sketchbooks that he had left in Reimei’s room, picking up a pen resting on the window sill. After a while, the sound of pen against paper made Reimei’s head lift as he stirred, a sleepy smile spreading on his face. “Do you want me to pose for you?”

With a snort, Akira shook his head, pen still moving across the paper. “Who says I’m drawing you?”

Reimei propped his head up on his laced fingers, smile widening. “So if I asked you to show me what you’re drawing right now, I wouldn’t be on that paper?”

The smile on Reimei’s face grew larger and larger the longer the silence stretched. Finally, Akira let out a laugh. “Fine, I’m drawing you. I need you to stay right where you are though. I’ve already started drawing you as you are now.”

“I’ve never been a nude model before, maybe I should pick it up.”

“I’m sure your fans would love that.”

It was Reimei’s turn to laugh. “Oh, they would. I don’t think I need another stalker on my hands so soon after the last one though.”

“Better save it for me then.”

“Pity.” He tilted his head a fraction, watching Akira draw through barely open eyes. “Can I move?”

Akira considered his drawing for a moment, before letting his pen rest. “Go ahead.”

Reimei got to his feet, and when he held out his hands, Akira dropped the sketchbook in them. Reimei looked at it, eyes moving across the drawing. “If you draw me like this I’ll get a big head,” he said, drawing a laugh from Akira. He set the sketchbook down next to them as he stood on his knees in front of him.

Akira pulled him close, arms wrapping around his waist as Reimei’s arms stretched behind Akira’s head, resting on his shoulders. Reimei leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Akira’s lips.

Pulling back again at the sound of chattering, one of his eyes opened as a certain trio of blue birds chirped a crude joke at them. Reimei waved them off with a hand, making them fly away to bother someone else who happened to be awake at this hour.

He heard Akira chuckle, turning his attention back to him as he felt lips graze his neck. “Maybe we should ask Landlord to move that branch, those damn birds are getting a show they don’t deserve.”

Reimei threw his head back in a laugh. “You should have thought about that a bit earlier, I think they got an even better one a few hours ago.”

He could feel Akira’s grin against his pulse.

“No point in asking if they’ve already seen everything then.”

Reimei’s lips parted in another laugh as he felt Akira’s tongue at the crook of his neck, teeth digging into his skin, his hand moving downward. “Again?”

“What, not up to it?”

“Of course I am.”

He let out a yelp as Akira dropped forward, pinning him between Akira’s warm body and the floor. He started snickering as Akira’s hair tickled his skin, only silenced by lips pressed to his own.

 

When the birds woke them up again a couple of hours later, it was just in time to not miss breakfast.

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