Vodka shots and freckles
Because then Yamaguchi comes home and tosses him a lazy smile across the room, holding up an unopened bottle of vodka he’d saved and waving Yamaguchi over.
Yamaguchi goes to the cupboards on automatic to retrieve the two shot glasses; they’ve done this enough times by now that they both know what’s coming, but neither of them care particularly.
And then Kei’s head is spinning, but sort of in a good way and Yamaguchi? In the dim lighting of their apartment living room, hair pushed back off of his face and giggling, he looks absolutely delectable.
Then there’s kisses. Hard, wet kisses, insistent of scoping out the other’s mouth like he hasn’t done this a thousand and one times before. And there’s hands on Yamaguchi’s skin and his skin feels like it’s on fire, burning everywhere Kei touches and it’s completely entrancing.