me when i'm hungover

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Enemies to the north.  Daughter of the North.

Prompt - Lamprophony (loudness and clarity of voice) - AkaFuri

The first time Akashi heard him say it he thought that he was hallucinating.

He didn’t respond - just in case it was merely a hallucination (and he felt that if he didn’t respond right he would dissolve into a mess of awkwardness; Furihata had that effect on him). And besides, Furihata was currently holding him from behind and his face was pressed into Akashi’s back between his shoulder blades, so his voice had been muffled. They had both been quiet for long enough that Akashi had thought that Furihata had fallen asleep.

So instead of responding, he stayed quiet and tried to memorise the feel of Furihata’s arms around him.
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The second time was confusing, to say the least.

It wasn’t as if Akashi got drunk a lot; he was quite contemptuous of those who did, in fact, but those mojitos were really something else. And before he knew it he was stumbling out of the restaurant, Furihata holding onto him firmly whilst he giggled at the sight of Takao tripping over and dragging Shintaro down on top of him. Somehow they got to Akashi’s apartment and Akashi slid to the floor as Furihata fumbled with the key.

“You’re really pretty in that light.”

Furihata blushed and helped him up. “You are never drinking again.”

Akashi grinned. “Why not?”

“Because you’re ridiculous when you’re drunk.”

“Kōki…” Akashi said before kissing his neck.

“I love you…” Furihata sighed, his head dropping back.

“What?”

The blush returned to his cheeks. “I didn’t say anything.” Stepping back, he pulled Akashi with him.
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His head was pounding.

Akashi whined and rolled onto his front.

“You’re awake?” A hand brushed through his hair and Akashi moved in the direction of Furihata’s voice and curled around him.

“Okay, I’m never drinking again.”

Furihata laughed and apologised when Akashi winced. “You stayed?” Akashi asked, pulling the covers higher up.

“Thought you might need some help today.”

“Okay,” he sighed.

“I love you,” he mumbled against Akashi’s hair.

Akashi pulled away to look at him, trying to focus even as his head spun. “Say that again.”

He loved the blush that coloured his cheeks and the way his eyes widened. “I love you, Sei- mmph,” Akashi cut him off with a kiss. Furihata’s hands reached up to tug on his hair.

“I love you too, Kōki.”