Author's Note: This is a completely pointless drabble.

Takeshi walked into his penthouse apartment with a lazily grin on his face. Hayato was casually leaning in the window seat with a drag clutched in between his fingers. "How hot is the cherry on a cigarette?" Takeshi asked, feeling rather devious when Hayato leaned back with the drag in his mouth to turn the page of his book.

Hayato stopped and stared flatly at his boyfriend. When he got a boyish grin in return, he snorted and replied with, "Too hot for you to handle." He made sure to use an irritatingly snarky tone only to realize too late what he was implying.

Takeshi grinned a rather razor-sharp grin, his lips curling to sculpt his already devastatingly handsome face into one that honestly terrified Hayato. "I'll show you too hot to handle." He said huskily and plucked the stick from in-between his lover's lips before he straddled the smaller male who could only groan when he was teased mercilessly for his insolence.

Too hot to handle indeed.

Owari.

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