Pairing: AoKise
Rating: T (for language / subject to change for future drabbles
Parent Story: Leave Me Your Stardust
Warning: Unbeta'd
A/N: I couldn't decide between a funny or sweet drabble so you guys get a mixture of both (although my sense of humor is questionable lol).

If there were a way to capture time, wrap it up for safekeeping, Kise would do so. He would put them in his pocket, pull them out on rainy days to remind himself that such moments do exist. That a man named Aomine Daiki and the time they spend together exist. For his every touch and whisper, his every caress and promise, always seem so... unreal.

Kise is in complete and total bliss, finally understanding what it means to breathe without air. To laugh for no reason. To drown in his own love and adoration for the other.

And Kise thinks, if he could frame any moment, anything point in time at all, it would be these Sunday mornings.

He crawls out of the bed, careful not to stir the other.

It's the one day of the week where Kise gets up before Aomine, who is now splayed across the bed, unguarded and rid of his usual scowl. On most days, the tanned man is long gone by the time Kise has managed to drag himself out of bed. He rolls onto the surface where the other had previously laid, the other half of the bed cool and devoid of heat. And at times like these, he wishes that their apartment were a little closer to where Aomine is. So they can spend more time wrapped in each other's warmth. So they can shave together, Aomine forcing a giggle out of him, stroking his foam beard while wearing a proud expression. So they can mix up each other's clothes, realizing too late when Aomine had already finished up most of the buttons. So they can-

And there are too many reasons to list.

But Kise doesn't complain. There are some perks to Aomine waking up earlier, like how delightfully surprised he can be every time he spots a light breakfast on the kitchen table, adorned with the sticky note that Aomine had scribbled with love and an occasional rushed doodle. He appreciates the effort so, in return, Kise always wake up a tad earlier on Sundays, letting Aomine sleep in and enjoy his day off while he fixes breakfast.

It doesn't take long before tanned arms caress his slender waist, and Kise welcomes the warmth that touches and spreads across his back. The other rests a chin on his shoulder as he mumbles "good morning", woken up by the smell of freshly baked croissants and fried eggs. He presses a soft kiss against Kise's back before leaving to boil a pot of water, making them both a cup of tea. The blond had insisted that they should take a break from their usual source of caffeine, switch it witch it up a bit, and Aomine doesn't mind. It's not like he needs that much energy today anyway.

up a bit, and Aomine doesn't mind. It's not like he needs that much energy today anyway.

And along the way, Kise hums a tune, plating the table in accordance to the melody. Aomine smiles and he couldn't help joining in on the parts that he knows.

After breakfast, they move to the couch, Kise laying his head on Aomine's lap. The other read up on basketball while he catches up on his modeling magazine. The taller man ruffles and plays with his golden locks, massaging his scalp while he sighs appreciatively, enjoying the attention.

What could be better than this?

He finishes before Aomine today. Placing the magazine on the coffee table and opting to close his eyes, enjoying the way the taller man's presence and warmth wrap around him. And he hums, deep in thoughts and in love. His lids open when he recognizes the familiar lyrics.

"These are a few of my favorite things," Aomine finishes the melody. Their eyes meet and the other sends him a childish grin.

"Your singing has gotten better," Kise smiles warmly. "Speaking of favorites, Aominecchi..."

"Hmm?" Midnight blue eyes are still on the blond, mentally tracing the outline of his lips and Cupid's bow.

"What are some of your favorite things about me?"

Kise's question is subtle, yet the implication rings loudly, ripping through the silence. Out of the all the people in the world, the stars in the sky, why would you reach for me?

"What's with the sudden curiosity Kise?" Aomine chuckles at the sudden question, albeit a bit surprised. Kise certainly is not the type to be insecure about these kinds of things.

"It's not like I had any chance to ask you this." The blond quickly explains himself. His head is lowered, but Aomine still catches the glances thrown his way every time the blond looks up, face flushing a beautiful pink.

Then, he remembers why they never really discuss about this. They've been too busy spending every free minute having the make-up sex they've been missing out on and goddamnit the guilt trip card and puppy-dog eyes still work on him.

"So…" Kise, growing with impatience and embarrassment, presses on. "What do you like about me?"

"About you?" The other spreads a look of contemplation, brows furrow as he searches – no – racks his brain for an acceptable answer. And after it seems like he had put enough thought on the matter, Aomine says, "you got a pretty nice ass."

"So you were only after my looks?!"

"Well, you have to admit that you got a damn sexy body" He lifts up Kise's shirt, revealing sculpted muscles and milky white skin. His dark blue eyes ghost over the perfectly defined curves, marveling hungrily at the dips and hollows following Kise's lower abdomen, and he could almost see the blond curls-

"Goddamn Kise, I could just fuck you right now."

After five minutes of the silent treatment, Aomine realizes that he should probably watch what he say more often. Kise is stubbornly avoiding his gaze, his ears beet red, whether from anger or not he's not quite sure.

"Hey don't pout," Aomine coaxes. "Those lines are going to become permanent you know."

Still no answer. It surprises him how they both can act with such childish intents in each other's presence.

"I like the way you puff your cheeks when you're angry." His tanned hands squish and pinch the pale cheek.

"Watch it!" The blond whines, tears threaten to form near the corner of his eyes. "This face puts the food on the table you know!" And Aomine laughs. Once the silence is broken, he knows that Kise is not really mad anymore.

"You act like I don't carry my own weight around here." He retorts playfully. "In fact," he picks up the blond with ease and cradles him in his lap. "I can even carry yours."

A scarlet red crawls its way to his cheeks, and this time Aomine knows for a fact that it is not from anger.

"I adore this too." Tanned finger taps to indicate his meaning. "The way your nose wrinkles whenever something delights you."

Just like now, he thinks.

"And even with your eyes closed, I can still see the way they shine." Then he kisses the corner of Kise's lid, continuing to place a trail of kisses down the other's jawline.

Aomine stops and nuzzles against the pale neck. "I love how you always manage to smell like fucking cinnamon." His mouth nips gently between the words, as if he is afraid that all of his confessions will flow out all at once.

"Like someone had just dumped a freshly ground batch on you." Kise grunts at the statement, but his discontent is quickly replaced with a groan of pleasure.

"But it really suits you, you know." Aomine cleverly adds. "Spicy and sweet."

He laces their fingers together, intertwining and locking their clasped hands. "And the way you fit perfectly," he starts, grinning at the occupied spaces between the contrasting digits, "filling up any gaps that make me incomplete."

Gently and slowly, Aomine moves and cups the rosy cheeks into his free hand, eyes gazing lovingly at the blond. "How you're so stubborn and won't take no for an answer. Your determination. Your hard working habit" He stops to give Kise a chaste kiss, nibbling on his lower lip before parting.

"And you're a really good kisser." Kise laughs, eyes closed, face brimming with happiness. The way that makes Aomine unconsciously curve the corner of his mouth to join in the merriment.

"What about me Kise?"

"Well, for starter," Kise mimics the other's tone from earlier, his voice teetering between teasing and sultry. "Your body is just my type."

The blond winks, and now it's Aomine's turn to be rendered speechless as Kise explores and lines the perfectly cut and well-defined muscles with his hands. His fingers roam without any sense of direction against the tanned skin, and the taller man is helpless against the blond's touches.

But he wills himself and manages to spit out in a low grumble. "So you're only after my dick?"

The statement sends the previously bold blond into a halt, reducing him to a blushing mess. "S- Shut up! I take that back!" Kise retreats to the opposite side of the couch, his arms now crossed and tucked away from view.

"Are you sure?" Aomine chuckles as he edges towards Kise, causing the blond to push his back farther against the couch. The taller man smiles. His eyes are glossed with desire. Lust. Hunger.

"Should I remind you why it's your favorite?"

Kise can feel the other's erection pressing hard against his own and he whimpers when Aomine grinds his hips. The cloth covering his groin grazes against his throbbing member and the mind numbing sensation is intensified by Aomine's slow and harsh repetitions.

Fuck! Kise allows a moan to escape his lips, causing Aomine to smirk approvingly before he dives into warm cavern, swallowing the series of moans that spill out of the blond's mouth.

And Kise is suddenly reminded why Sunday mornings are his favorite.

*Please review so I know if this is actually any good and if there are anything I need to work on!

**The song that Kise and Aomine hummed is called My Favorite Things.