Tachibana woke to an apartment smelling of bacon. That, plus the fact that the bed was empty except for himself, let him know that Yanagi must have been up and cooking breakfast. American style, from the scent of it. He smiled to himself, happy in this little bit of domestication, and closed his eyes for a few more minutes of sleep.

"Are you awake?"

He cracked an eye open to see Yanagi had come into the room, then both eyes opened widely when he realized his lover was wearing nothing but a pink apron. It was quite a sight for first thing in the morning, and certain parts of his body agreed with that sentiment whole-heartedly.

"Renji...what are you doing?"

"There are exactly 13.62 minutes left until the biscuits are finished baking," Yanagi said in response as he climbed over Tachibana, straddling his hips. Then he leaned down and kissed him, while at the same time reaching into the nightstand drawer and retrieving a bottle of lubrication. The kiss broke off and he opened the bottle, pouring the gel into his hand, and then reaching behind himself.

"Any ideas on what you're going to do while waiting?" Tachibana teased, though his voice had become rough with need as his shorts were tugged down just enough to expose him, and the question was punctuated with a moan. His breathing and heart rate quickened at the feel of his lover's hands on him.

And Yanagi answered "just one," then lowered himself onto Tachibana, joining their bodies together.

Only the briefest moment was spent staying still to adjust to the invasion, and then Yanagi began rhythmically raising and lowering himself, riding his lover at an even pace. Tachibana met each fall, thrusting his hips up to push in even deeper. His hands moved under Yanagi's apron, taking hold of him and stroking him in the same rhythm.

They came within moments of each other; Yanagi's body tensing, muscles contracting in orgasm, acted as the final push to Tachibana's own release.

They collapsed together, and he could feel the drowsy effects of afterglow setting in, when in another part of the apartment, a timer went off. Yanagi smiled and kissed him, then climbed off the bed. "You like your eggs scrambled, yes?"

"I...yeah," was all Tachibana managed to say.

But the sight of a trail of semen running down his lover's inner leg as he turned to leave the room was not soon forgotten.

After cleaning up a bit, Tachibana stretched as he entered the kitchen, greeted with Yanagi's bare backside as the other man was turned toward the counter, continuing his breakfast preparations. He guessed that since Yanagi was playing host to him for the weekend, he felt the need to do it right and be hospitable.

Tachibana couldn't help but grin about just how gracious a host his lover was.

"Would you like some coffee too?" Yanagi asked, and at Tachibana's affirmative answer, moved to start the coffee maker.

It wasn't long, though, before Yanagi's nude form, covered by the apron only enough to be teasing, caused Tachibana's lust to stir again. He moved to stand directly behind the other man, wrapping arms around him and pulling him closer, letting his re-awakening erection press against Yanagi's bare ass. He had the upper hand this time, and that pleased him to some extent.

Yanagi pushed back against him, rubbing their bodies together until Tachibana was painfully hard. They ground their hips against each other, separated only by the cloth of Tachibana's shorts, until eventually he pushed Yanagi forward, pinning him against the counter and bending him over it.

Slipping his erection from his shorts, he positioned himself at his lover's entrance, then pressed inside. He entered easily, Yanagi's body already slick with the seed of their previous lovemaking, and knowing it was his own semen acting as lubrication excited Tachibana even more.

One arm wrapped around Yanagi's chest, embracing him tightly, while the other went around his waist, pumping his cock as he thrust into his body. This time Tachibana came first, already so close to the brink before he'd gone in, and Yanagi was soon after, splashing the lower cupboard with his release.

Tachibana lied over his lover, the two of them panting from exertion, catching their breath.

And then another timer went off.