1.1. A sneak peek into the daily lives of our seniors:

Daichi’s fingers circled Surya’s wrists, holding them midair, so that Surya could just barely feel the soft strands of his hair without being able to grasp them. His other hand held Surya's face, fingertips hard against his cheekbones, as he kissed him and tasted the strawberries they’d just finished between them. Tongue delving deeper, he gave a satisfied smile as Surya's hips bucked involuntarily. 

Surya's whole body was tingling, like every cell was electrified. He knew the demanding press of Daichi’s lips against his own was partly to silence his nagging about the food going off in the fridge and partly to keep him from leaving their tangled sheets. Daichi even hooked a leg around his, bringing their hips flush together, so he could grind breathlessly against Surya's lap. 

Surya felt the scrape of those teeth on his neck, and he gasped dizzyingly for air, feeling like Daichi had emptied his chest of it. But Daichi rolled his hips, eliciting a raw moan from Surya, and brought his thigh higher so that heat wrapped entirely around Surya's aching groin. 

It just wasn't enough.  

Before Surya could try stealing the lead, Daichi pulled out of their kiss, squeezing the wrists he held captive above them to prevent Surya from chasing after it. It wasn’t fair. Surya’s buttons were undone, his shirt caught about his shoulders and his chest bared, peppered with marks. 

His hips were glued against Daichi’s, both their trousers open, but only Daichi had a free hand to trail his fingers appreciatively lower and lower. Only Daichi wanted to tenderly kiss and palm Surya affectionately through his pants.

Surya flexed his hands impatiently, and Daichi finally relented, lowering them kindly to his own chest and giving silent permission for Surya to do what he wanted. Surya greedily began rubbing and pinching softly through the fabric. He felt drunk with arousal every time Daichi twitched under it. It'd be better if the shirt was gone and he could properly admire what lay beneath it, but the friction had it's own pleasure. 

He snuck his other hand directly into Daichi's pants before Daichi could swat it away. Daichi's breath hitched against his collarbone as he wrapped his feverish fingers around the length of him, gently squeezing as he began to stroke.

“You can still make it in time for your lesson if you stop distracting me for a moment,” Daichi breathed. “But whether you’ll be able to walk is an entirely different story.”

Grinning, Surya rocked against him, aching and desperate. Daichi's responding smile was undeniably starving. His fingers dug bullets into Surya’s thighs as he started to move in rhythm with him, packing heat and pressure between his legs, until Surya felt like the pleasure was splitting him in two. He adjusted his sweaty grip around Surya’s leg, hiking it higher to pull their lower halves even closer. 

The thickness of their mattress and damp sheets spared Surya from Daichi’s slamming rhythm, though his tailbone still protested from doing it against the hardwood last night. The push and pull caused a delightful spark of ecstasy to shoot right to his groin. The slick friction grew overwhelming, and Surya clutched Daichi to anchor himself, gasping even as Daichi lent down to chase a kiss from him. Their lips felt raw and red from the biting and Daichi’s day old stubble. 

Their mouths fell apart as Surya hit his peak. His whole body shuddered, unravelling, and the powerful sensation that washed over him nearly had him fainting. The motion between them turned gentler, lazier, as Daichi helped him ride it out for as long as he could. 

All Surya could do was focus on breathing. He didn’t even realise his eyes were closed until he heard Daichi’s amused hum, “Your third alarm’s gone off.” And realised he was in danger of falling asleep again.

Of course, while Surya sprung off the mattress, all Daichi did was fall back against the sheets to sleep away the rest of the morning. He lay still until his lungs were full again, his bare back snaking between the messy sheets, and his gaze lazily watching Surya scramble about the room for clean clothes. 

Honestly, Surya felt he’d only awoken to make him late. 

“I’d say have a good day,” Daichi said, “but do you deserve it after trying to throw out half our fridge?” 

“Expiration dates exist for a reason.” 

“They’re always a lie.” 

“I don’t know how you and I haven’t died from food poisoning yet.”

“We’ve inherited an unfathomable immune system.” 

“What type of immune system is that robust against literal mold, Daichi?” 

“An unfathomable one,” he answered. “And even if people have died from food gone bad, I’m built different.” 

“So if I died, you’d what, find yourself another soulmate on the streets?” 

“Nah, my next soulmate is out there somewhere, walking into a glass door. I just know it.” 

Well.

Little did they know that just this minute, Akira Malay was sipping from a straw when he lifted the cup, and unwittingly tipped all the icy contents directly onto his lap.