A sleepy Chuuya stood crooked in his kitchen, taking a sip of the hot drink in his hand. It was warm against his lips and in his throat, and sent a jolt of consciousness through him.

That was why he took the time to make it, after all.

He wobbled back into the bedroom and sat down in his desk chair to fill up a report. The bright sun of the Saturday morning reminded him that he didn't have to wake up early and go into work today; that did not mean he didn't have things to do.

He felt two arms wrap around him through the chair. One of the arms crept up under his baggy shirt and drew circles on his torso with their fingers.

A familiar voice cooed in his ear.

"Why, good morning, Chuuya~"

Chuuya held back the urge to sigh or groan at his lover for coming to him at the worst time like always.

"Good morning."

Dazai leaned forward and rested his chin on Chuuya's shoulder. "Do I smell coffee?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "I just woke up and have reports to fill out, so I made myself a mocha; big deal."

"A mocha? Must be nice to be king~"

Comments like this normally annoyed Chuuya to no end and made him desire to show so by hurting Dazai in some way, but for one, he was too tired to punch or kick him, and two, the gentle tone Dazai spoke in rendered him too much in a state of bliss to do anything.

"How the hell are you this close to me while I'm sitting, you tree?"

Dazai scooted around on the floor and changed his tone to one that never failed to make Chuuya shiver.

"I'm on my knees."

After watching the brash shudder come from his partner, Dazai could not help but laugh softly.

"You're so cute, Chuuya~"

Chuuya felt Dazai's arms disappear from him, and he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He was supposed to get work done, but he enjoyed the clingy and handsy nature of the brunette in the morning.

He was not expecting Dazai to swivel around Chuuya's chair so aggressively so they were facing each other. Humored by the look of surprise he received for his sudden action, Dazai stepped forward and sat down on the redhead's lap, forcing his arms in between the back of the chair and Chuuya's backside.

Dazai, without breaking his smouldering gaze, took the mocha from Chuuya's hand and placed it on his desk, then worked his other hand up to Chuuya's face, lightly cradling it as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

They were extra soft in the morning, and had the pleasant taste of mocha on them.

"Sweet."

Dazai cooed against his partner's mouth.

He wrapped his other arm back around the shorter man and snuck it under his sleep shirt once again. Chuuya could not hold back letting out a sound through his lips from all the sensations his partner was giving him so early in the morning.

Dazai pulled back and smiled.

"That was a cute sound, Chuuya."

He leaned forward again and began to pepper kisses across Chuuya's jaw, neck, clavicle.

"Would you make it for me again?"

Chuuya clenched his teeth, uneager to please the annoying tree of a man with his body pressed flush to his, taking up too much space on the office chair.

Chuuya was baffled Dazai had not fallen off of it.

But, of course, it was Dazai. Dazai could fit himself into any circumstance he desired.

Chuuya smirked and pushed the man off of him, standing up from his chair, tucking it under his desk a lot harder than he would've wanted to. He was entertained by the hurt look in the brunette's eyes.

Chuuya stepped closer to his partner, putting his hands on his shoulders, and whipped his head back.

"How about you make it for me instead?"

And in a flash, Dazai was shoved onto their bed, Chuuya following behind, straddling him with his knees, cupping both sides of Dazai's face, and kissing him.

Chuuya felt a grin form on Dazai's lips.

"I like this side of you, Chuuya."

Chuuya broke away and looked down at his partner, who had his bandaged arms tucked behind his head, as if waiting for Chuuya's next move.

"Good. Because I'm not done with it."

Chuuya sunk down so the two of them were pressed together, and kissed Dazai once again. His kisses crept down from Dazai's lips to his jaw down to his neck. He gently ran his fingers through Dazai's bedhead and continued to plant kisses on Dazai's neck until he heard a soft beckoning noise escape from Dazai's lips.

Chuuya pushed himself up and put a hand on the side of Dazai's face, a smirk tugging on his lips. He was humored by Dazai's pout.

"You're so cute, mon cheri."

Chuuya leaned forward again and locked his lips with Dazai's in a more gentle way than before. He felt Dazai's arms wrap around him and toy with his hair.

Dazai did not wait for them to break away before he spoke.

"Chuuya, I...I love you."

Chuuya leaned back and looked Dazai in the eye.

"Say that again?"

"I love you."

Chuuya smiled warmly for the first time in ages and buried his face in Dazai's neck, Dazai laughing a little from the ticklishness.

"I love you too, Osamu."

Dazai held Chuuya closer, tighter.

"I love it when you call me that."

Chuuya lifted his head up again and met Dazai's gaze once more.

"Osamu."

"What is it?"

"Oh, nothing. You just said you love it when I call you that."

Dazai chuckled. "Kiss me again, Chuuya."

Chuuya pushed himself up so he was once again parallel to Dazai. He nudged some of the brown locks from Dazai's eyes.

"Gladly."

Chuuya leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Dazai's lips again, eyes fluttering closed, and he felt Dazai's hand in his hair, his other hand used to hold Chuuya close, as if he would fade away any second.

Chuuya broke away, but kept his eye contact with Dazai, his reddish brown irises gazing upon him with nothing but love.

Dazai licked his lips and cooed again.

"Sweet."