Word count: 616
Prompt: 23 - asleep on the couch [30_breathtakes]
Notes: High School AU
""Honey, I'm home", Lockon calls as he enters the apartment, tossing his school bag to the side and toeing off his shoes."
"Honey, I'm home", Lockon calls as he enters the apartment, tossing his school bag to the side and toeing off his shoes. "Man, what a day. Those Math lectures are such a pain in the ass, I don't see how you - "
Lockon's rambling is cut short as he steps into the living room, his eyes widening slightly as he stares at Tieria.
The purple-haired boy is stretched out on the sofa, obviously deeply asleep. Resting open on his pale face is what Lockon recognizes as their History text book, muffling his soft snores. A delicate hand dangles limply over the side of the sofa, a colored marker barely clutched in the long, lax fingers and leaving a scribbly line on the notebook lying haphazardly on the floor.
A lopsided grin curving his mouth, Lockon walks silently over to the sofa, sidestepping around Tieria's school bag and amusedly taking note of a forgotten, now-cold cup of tea sitting on the side table next to a stack of hand-written notes. Poor baby doesn't know when to quit, Lockon chuckles to himself, shaking his head fondly.
Kneeling down on the floor by the sofa, Lockon runs his eyes softly over the sleeping form, before reverently reaching out a hand and smoothing it lovingly up Tieria's side, down again and over a hip, causing the purple-haired boy to sigh and shift slightly in his sleep.
Smiling at the reaction, Lockon pauses his hand over Tieria's abdomen, splaying his fingers briefly to feel its gentle rise and fall before sliding his hand deftly under the hem of the purple-haired boy's shirt and gently pushing it up to his chest.
The revealed skin is glowing almost white in the pale afternoon light, almost begging to be touched. Licking his lips, Lockon briefly runs the tips of his fingers over Tieria's smooth stomach, traveling over taut planes of delicate muscle and impossibly soft skin, before he bends down, humming softly as he plants a soft kiss by the side of Tieria's hip bone.
Under the book, the rhythm of Tieria's breathing changes slightly and he lets out a small sound at the back of his throat, his whole body unconsciously arching into the touch, seeking more.
Grinning against Tieria's stomach, Lockon happily obliges, nuzzling his nose against the warm skin before pressing his lips to it again, and again, tracing a line of teasing butterfly kisses across the purple-haired boy's belly before dipping a tongue gently into his navel and giving it a long, playful lick.
Above him, Lockon hears Tieria's breath snag slightly, followed by an incoherent, sleepy mumble and a slight, uncomfortable shifting of his long body before the purple-haired boy suddenly sits up, the book clattering to the floor with the force of the movement to reveal confused wine-red eyes.
"Lockon?" Tieria breathes, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty", Lockon greets, smile in his voice. "What are you doing?"
A slightly confused look flickers across Tieria's face, his eyes blinking blearily at Lockon behind his glasses, still resting lopsided on his face, before his gaze lands on his forgotten History materials sitting on the coffee table.
"I...", Tieria stammers, swallowing in embarrassment and causing Lockon's grin to widen as a faint dusting of pink starts spreading on the pale cheeks.
Lockon chuckles, raising himself to sit next to Tieria on the sofa, wrapping an arm around the purple-haired boy's shoulders and pulling him close. "You're so cute."
Tieria only harrumphs at the back of his throat, giving Lockon a small sideways glare as he half-grudgingly burrows under the taller boy's arm, rights his glasses and picks up his History notes again.