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dog_and_wolfTitle: Coffee is the Best Remedy (For Morning Breath) or Of Which Haruhiko Secretly Thinks Keiichi has Morning Breath
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Junjou Pathetic; Haruhiko/Keiichi
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Prompt/s: 114. Cowering sunrise.
A/n: For my Other Half,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thequeen451, because Domesticity is the best. Also, the premise of this was cracky. What if Haruhiko wanted a good morning kiss but Keiichi had morning breath? He couldn't have that, could he. xDDD
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Keiichi wakes up to an empty bed, and for a fleeting moment, he forgets why that bothers him. He shifts and turns so that he lies on his side and he feels the warmth of the empty space next to him. Is it going to be like before? He thinks and sighs with resignation.
He sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He closes his eyes and thinks that it’s not all that bad even if there is a certain ache somewhere in his chest. Maybe this is better, he thinks, maybe Haruhiko was never-
And a mug of warm coffee is promptly shoved under his nose.
He blinks his eyes open and sees Haruhiko sit on the edge of the bed by his knees with his own mug of coffee. He’s wearing a white button down shirt where a few buttons are undone and Keiichi vaguely wonders he’s usually this relaxed in the mornings. Haruhiko takes a sip of his own coffee and raises an eyebrow at Keiichi. “Drink,” he says as if Keiichi lacks the common sense to do so.
Keiichi takes the mug from his hands and it’s warm and feels sort of nice, sort of good and takes a sip anyway.
They sit like that for how many moments, and it’s a lazy weekend morning where the sun’s feeling lazy too and only a few beams of light shine through the windows. They’re silent as if they’re trying not to talk about the big elephant in the room.
It’s Keiichi who stops pretending to look into his mug first and places it on the nightstand. He senses Haruhiko’s eyes following his movements and thinks, well.
But before he says anything, before he’s even properly positioned to have the inevitable talk, Haruhiko’s leaning over him and has him pinned to the headboard.
He kisses Keiichi like he’s never kissed him before. It’s just a press of lips against lips, a kiss of tenderness that could mean so many things but means only one thing.
When Haruhiko pulls back, he whispers, “Good Morning.”
And Keiichi thinks, well.
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Junjou Pathetic; Haruhiko/Keiichi
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500themesPrompt/s: 114. Cowering sunrise.
A/n: For my Other Half,
thequeen451, because Domesticity is the best. Also, the premise of this was cracky. What if Haruhiko wanted a good morning kiss but Keiichi had morning breath? He couldn't have that, could he. xDDD~o~
Keiichi wakes up to an empty bed, and for a fleeting moment, he forgets why that bothers him. He shifts and turns so that he lies on his side and he feels the warmth of the empty space next to him. Is it going to be like before? He thinks and sighs with resignation.
He sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He closes his eyes and thinks that it’s not all that bad even if there is a certain ache somewhere in his chest. Maybe this is better, he thinks, maybe Haruhiko was never-
And a mug of warm coffee is promptly shoved under his nose.
He blinks his eyes open and sees Haruhiko sit on the edge of the bed by his knees with his own mug of coffee. He’s wearing a white button down shirt where a few buttons are undone and Keiichi vaguely wonders he’s usually this relaxed in the mornings. Haruhiko takes a sip of his own coffee and raises an eyebrow at Keiichi. “Drink,” he says as if Keiichi lacks the common sense to do so.
Keiichi takes the mug from his hands and it’s warm and feels sort of nice, sort of good and takes a sip anyway.
They sit like that for how many moments, and it’s a lazy weekend morning where the sun’s feeling lazy too and only a few beams of light shine through the windows. They’re silent as if they’re trying not to talk about the big elephant in the room.
It’s Keiichi who stops pretending to look into his mug first and places it on the nightstand. He senses Haruhiko’s eyes following his movements and thinks, well.
But before he says anything, before he’s even properly positioned to have the inevitable talk, Haruhiko’s leaning over him and has him pinned to the headboard.
He kisses Keiichi like he’s never kissed him before. It’s just a press of lips against lips, a kiss of tenderness that could mean so many things but means only one thing.
When Haruhiko pulls back, he whispers, “Good Morning.”
And Keiichi thinks, well.