#i am 100% sure aye would hate ray’s guts but they really are so similar

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akkayan and w for the fluff prompts 🥺💛

[A]nnoying them for attention + [W]earing their clothes

“Akk,” Aye whined. Akk bit back a smile because he knew it would only encourage him. “Pay attention to me.”

“I will pay attention to you after I finish this essay,” Akk said for the third time. It was a Thursday, which was usually their scheduled date night, but a last minute assignment had come up that Akk had to complete before bed. Aye was not taking the rejection well. 

“But you’ve been working on it for hours,” Aye grumbled. “How much longer is it going to take?”

“At least another half hour,” Akk said, but this time he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at Aye’s morose tone of voice. He turned around to find Aye sitting in their bed with his arms crossed over his chest, a gigantic pout on his lips. “I already told you: we’ll do date night tomorrow instead.”

“But—”

“How about this?” Akk offered magnanimously. “How about you go take a shower and by the time you’re done, this essay will be finished and I can finally pay attention to you. How does that sound?” 

Aye kicked at the covers like a child disappointed to have not gotten their way, but eventually he sighed. “I mean, I guess.”

“That’s a good boy,” Akk said. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“How?” Aye asked, climbing out of bed, his interest finally piqued.

“However you’d like.”

Aye thought about it for a second. “A massage?”

It was a surprisingly tame request. “If that’s what you want,” Akk said with a shrug, but he purposefully let his gaze drift down to the front of Aye’s pants, suggesting that maybe he was up for quite a bit more. Aye preened.

“Go,” Akk said, turning back to his computer. “And don’t rush or the deal’s off.”

In the end, Akk wasn’t sure whether Aye had rushed or not because he was so engrossed in his essay that by the time he was aware the shower had turned off, Aye was already climbing into his lap.

“You have to pay attention to me now,” he scolded, straddling Akk’s waist. Akk let out a noise of protest, scared Aye was going to upend the entire chair and tip them both over, but once he finally got settled, Akk found his familiar weight comforting.

He wrapped his arms around Aye’s waist to hold him steady and stared up at his boyfriend. Aye’s cheeks were flushed from his shower—his hair still wet, his skin still warm—and to Akk’s surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything except a pair of underwear and an old T-shirt of Akk’s so threadbare and stretched out that it hung loose from his shoulders, baring his collarbone to the cool air. Akk couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Not fair,” he whined. 

“My turn now,” Aye said, leaning in and kissing Akk’s neck. “You can finish your stupid essay later.”

Akk didn’t even bother to protest. Aye had bested him and they both knew it. He let his hands drift beneath Aye’s shirt and rucked it up. The heat from Aye’s body felt like a brand against his skin. “I love it when you wear my clothes,” he muttered, breathless.

Aye chuckled. “I know.”

So Akk picked him up and took him to bed, his essay long forgotten, and when they made love that night, the T-shirt stayed on.

For the Fluff Prompt ABCs