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The plates and glasses clink together as Kagami carefully placed them in the sink. He was about to grab a pair of gloves so he could start cleaning the dishes when two tanned hands grabbed his arms and pulled it upwards.
“Arms up!”
Let's say that Kagami might have squealed a little higher and pitcher than he was supposed to, earning a light snigger from the taller man standing behind him because damn that was an infrequent cute little reaction.
“What the hell do you think you're doing Aho?!”
Kagami protested but was too tired to fight him off so he let Aomine do whatever, and knowing his sexy blueberry all too well, he was sure it's going to be another one of his silly games. And he was a bit intrigued himself, what is Daiki up to now?
It knocked him for six when Aomine gripped the hem of his shirt and without any warning, removed it like greased lightning.
“Fuck! Daiki?! I swear to whoever I wanna swear if this is one of your hentai plays! I told you not in the kitchen!”
He tried to squirm out of Aomine's bone crunching hold but failed miserably. Even though the bluenette was only using an arm to steady him in place and the other one was occupied in pushing some fabric over his head, the bluenette was stronger than him and to make matters worse, because of their training that noon his muscles felt strained. Kagami surrendered and invisibly raised his white flag. He felt it was best to stop wiggling out of the other's solid embrace, knowing it's no use exerting all his remaining energy, he wouldn't win this time.
“I'm too dead beat to go against your crap. And how could you throw my shirt on the floor just like that?!”
“Ssshh. There, there. Just stay still and be a good baby tiger. And sorry to disappoint love, ecchi games are for later, this is PG-13.”
The redhead grunted, not entirely believing what he heard while Aomine planted a firm kiss on the back of his head after successfully squeezing in Kagami's head inside an oversized shirt he had bought a few days ago. He then went on to remove his own shirt and tucked himself inside the big Tee, pushing his chest against Kagami's bared back. Aomine inserted both his arms through the shirt's arm holes at the same time attacking the redhead's nape down to his middle spine with raspberry kisses.
“D-Daiki! It tickles! What are we doing cramming inside- How did you even get a shirt this big? And why are my arms still inside the shirt?”
Kagami still managed to talk in the midst of his lively cachinnation as he attempted to writhe away from the tickle torture but Aomine kept him locked inside his long, toned arms and prolonged to sprinkle the side of his neck and cheeks with raspberries. As soon as it seemed like the redhead was almost out of breath and Aomine felt great satisfaction from tormenting his baka, he finally decided to end his agony.
“Today, we gonna do the Not My Arms Challenge!”
“Babe, you forgot to drink your meds again.”
“Ha ha Taiga. You are such a funny guy.”
Aomine released him from the tight hug and snagged the pair of gloves resting on the counter. The man before him was at loss, he followed the tanned hands' movements as they went inside the gloves. When one gloved hand grabbed the sponge was the minute something clicked inside Kagami's head and it made his lips stretched into an eye blinding bona fide smile.
Now that Kagami had been set free, he took the chance to twist his body so he was facing Aomine. He got his arms enwrapped around Aomine's body, crashing and feeling the other's body heat against his own. He delicately dropped his right cheek on Aomine's left shoulder, peeking at him through his lashes.
“I also wanna try this tomorrow... While cooking breakfast.”
“Haha! That's pretty unsafe Taiga. But sure, if I wake up earlier than usual.”
“Then wake up early you lazy ass!”
“I'm a lazy ass? Who's doing you a favor right now dumbass?”
Kagami pulled up his head to lightly bite Aomine's nose all the while completely blocking his view so Aomine had no choice but to pause from washing the dishes. Yeeees, Aomine Daiki was doing the after dinner ritual like the best boyfriend that he was.
He looked at those twinkling apologetic red eyes and he couldn't help but to smile affectionately and go monster sap and all the other fluffy twaddle. Kagami willingly returned the warm affection but that didn't stop him from barking his uncommon whine.
“Daikiiiii! I wanna I wanna!! So you have to be up early! I won't stop pestering you even if I have to kick you off the bed!”
“Tch. Okay, okay! So loud babe! You're such a big baby sometimes.”
“Oh wow. Look who's talking...”
Aomine simply grinned so wide that his eyes crinkled, amused at Kagami's puffed cheeks and scrunched forehead. He peppered the redhead’s nose with three small kisses before he carried on his task. Kagami just held onto him a bit tighter, burying his head on the crook of his neck and softly nibbling on the flesh. This was Aomine’s childish way of spoiling him right after an exhausting day and this was his very own way on how he showed him how thankful he was. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.