Aki woke with a low groan, the sound dragging itself out of his chest before he was even fully conscious. The sheets were warm, tangled around his legs, the familiar weight of you pressed close at his side. For a moment, he stayed still, eyes half-lidded, head heavy against the pillow.

Then he shifted.

He lifted a hand to rub at his neck, more out of habit than concern… and froze when his fingers brushed over tender skin. He blinked awake.

Slowly, he pushed himself up on one elbow, dark hair slipping loose and falling into his eyes as his gaze dropped to his chest. His breath caught. Faint marks littered his skin — bruised crescents, flushed smudges, unmistakable impressions of teeth and lips scattered where they definitely hadn’t been before.

“…What the hell,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

He tugged the blanket down further, curiosity quickly turning into disbelief. His shoulders were speckled with them. His collarbone. Down his arms. His lips parted slightly as he stared, heat creeping up the back of his neck. And then he pulled the covers down a little more.

His stomach clenched when he saw his thighs.

“Seriously…?” he muttered, equal parts stunned and faintly amused, fingers hovering over the marks like he wasn’t sure touching them would make it worse — or confirm they were real. They were darker there. More deliberate. Clearly, you’d had way too much fun last night.

That’s when he felt you shift beside him. He turned his head slowly, eyes flicking down to you — still half-asleep, sprawled comfortably against the pillows like you hadn’t bitten and sucked him all over like some horny vampire. Completely unbothered.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and flicked open the camera, angling it toward his face. His jaw was marked too. He exhaled through his nose.

Aki nudged you awake, frowning.

“Gremlin,” he muttered, glancing back at you, “you know I have work today. I told you— none of that past my collarbone…”