There's a reason Asami calls him "kitten". He always finds the weirdest and warmest parts of the penthouse to bask in. He sees him lying in front of the glass floor-to-ceiling windows that open to the balcony. The sunlight pours, illuminates the living room. The plush rug that was usually in the centre of the room has been pulled right up next to the windows. Asami can see the way the sunlight concentrates on that area and understands why Akihito moved it there. Soft not-quite-a-snore noises bring his attention back to the boy sleeping on the rug.

He looks golden right now, in his sleep. Not fine and elegant like 24 carat jewellery but like golden apples ripening in the sun out in a yellow meadow, all natural and wild. Looking at him feels hazy, like Asami's stepped into a dream; of a boy lying on a rug in the sun, fast asleep on his side, facing the sun, legs stacked, arm splayed. Asami watched him for another moment, watches his glittering skin, watches the way his body has sunk into the rug, watches his hair move like spun gold as he rustles.
He looks away, goes to their bedroom, changes, showers and returns in his softest pyjamas (Akihito bought them for him). Asami slides next to Akihito, presses himself into Akihito's back, slings an arm over his waist, feels the warm skin of Akihito's abdomen and thinks golden, golde, gold, gol… and he is asleep.

The sun is low in the sky when Akihito opens his eyes. Still hazy, he focuses on the small dust particles that turn golden when they float into the sun rays then become invisible when they leave. He breathes, rubs his cheek into the rug, looks down to his torso and finds he has three arms. Two are limber and identical but the third is darker, olive-toned, loose around the angle of his waist. The muscles are more defined, the veins visible. Akihito lifts his fingers to trace them and awakens enough to understand the heat against his back.
A nose nuzzles where his hair curls into his nape and Akihito's third arm wakes, tightens.

"I was going to say that you're home early but actually you're home very very late, considering you didn't come last night." It comes out slow and wanting.

"I had a lot of meetings, kitten." Akihito blows a raspberry at that and graces it with an eye-roll. "I'm free today," then after a pause, "and tomorrow." He isn't actually but since he met Akihito, Kirishima has postponed a lot of meetings. Another couple won't make a different. He'll text Kirishima when Akihito isn't looking.

"I need some stuff, how 'bout we go shopping?" A kissed into Akihito's hair is his response. Akihito turns and Asami decides he likes this sleep-heavy and sun-soaked Akihito more and pulls the boy into his chest.

"Anything for my wife." And before Akihito can swat at him, "and I'll pay, as is the duty of the husband." He's smiling as this time, Akihito gets to swat his arm.

"I swear one day I'm gonna be so successful that I'll pay for you for everything!" comes the bold statement. Grinning now, Asami looks to Akihito. His eyes are fierce, and Asami thinks, not kitten. Lion cub.