#btw akashi totes has a suit kink

[sei10rou]

this is a knb ficlet i wrote years ago and then revised to write this fic here -- same kinda premise & prompt, different moment in time. if i wasn’t lazy I’d edit and add it to the ao3 one but since I cannibalised phrases from it I’d basically have to rewrite so I don’t repeat myself  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hope yall enjoy this WIP/concept snippet anywho

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Mayuzumi sighs right into Akashi's face as the latter adjusts his tie knot. Akashi wrinkles his nose like Mayuzumi hasn't just brushed his teeth to a shine and gargled a litre of mouthwash, even though they're about to head to a catered event. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?"

"Because I asked you to, very nicely," says Akashi. He takes a step back and sweeps a measuring look over Mayuzumi's suit.

"Couldn't you have cited some out-of-town emergency and ditched?"

"My father would have airlifted me out. It's important for our reputation that the business partners know I am capable of maintaining stability should anything happen to him."

"Fuck your father," says Mayuzumi.

"I hope you don't mean that, or I'd get jealous."

Mayuzumi snorts. "One Akashi is more than enough for a lifetime." He resists the urge to tug at his stiffly starched collar and holds his arms out. "Well?"

"You look good," says Akashi, tilting his head and wetting his lips. His eyelashes dip, coyly shielding his gaze. "Very good."

Akashi does too. Then again, he always does. "I mean, if you want to be fashionably late," says Mayuzumi, "I'm always up for a little--"

"Not a chance. But perhaps, if you're good tonight, and don't snarl when you speak…"

Mayuzumi rolls his eyes. "Please, I am a constant delight."

Akashi reaches up to prod gently at Mayuzumi's face, the corner of his mouth and between his brows. "And none of that scowling either."

"Ugh, whatever." Mayuzumi can't resist; he leans down to kiss Akashi but Akashi nimbly steps away.

"I believe our ride is here," says Akashi, smiling.

It's been years but Akashi's smiles still manage to hit Mayuzumi in the chest like a ton of bricks, every time. "You're the worst," he accuses.

"So I've been told," says Akashi, holding the door open for Mayuzumi. "Let's see if you're still saying that at the end of tonight."

Mayuzumi muffles a groan of frustration with the back of his hand. "Fuck you."

"Like I said, later."