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Bokuto looks up at the sign, the pink neon buzzing in the silent alley. It was the cheapest hotel, and seemed the most discreet and clean for the price. Love is all the sign says.

He’s only here because of Kuroo, it was his suggestion to Bokuto’s idiotic problem. 

“You should just get an escort,” He says and Bokuto looks up from the couch, elbows on his knees, hand around his neck. 

“Like pay for sex?” 

“Yeah, you hire an escort, take them to a love hotel and then you lose it, problem solved. You don’t have to worry about being bad and them knowing you, you don’t get your heart broken, it’s easier.” Kuroo waves his hand around as he talks, moving about the kitchen, opening two beers. 

“I guess,” Bokuto says, and he looks back at the tv, the volleyball match now only background noise to their conversations. 

What gives Bokuto reservations about sex, is not the fact that he would be bad at it, or that there aren’t women wanting him, but simply that he doesn’t know how to go about it, and that his ideal partner is not a woman at all. 

Therefore, now he stands, with clenched fists outside the love hotel, with instructions to wait for the escort by the red vending machine. 

Bokuto looks down at the small picture he printed out of the escort from the website. He picked him because he was beautiful, and because his eyes were soft in the way Bokuto has always hoped a partner’s would be. He’s apparently 183cm, just shy of Bokuto’s own height, and he prefers both men and women. He has small dark curls that frame his face, thin pink lips, and dark blue eyes that Bokuto admittedly stared at for more than 3 minutes. 

“Bokuto-san?” Bokuto jumps, looking up, the man in the picture now suddenly standing in front of him. The man smiles, and Bokuto’s heart flutters in his chest.

“Akaashi?” Bokuto asks and the man nods. 

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says and glances down at the paper. Bokuto quickly folds it up, shoving it into his pocket.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t waiting long.”

“Good, it’s lovely to meet you.” He bows slightly and Bokuto mirrors him, shaky and stuttering in his movements. “I’ll retrieve the keys, it’s under your name, correct?” and Bokuto nods, watching as the man walks into the hotel through the sliding doors and up to the counter. Another thing Bokuto checked about the hotel is that it accepts same sex pairs. 

Bokuto follows the man inside and waits patiently as Akaashi talks to the clerk at the counter, thanking him for the key and asking if the room has been fully stocked with condoms and soap. Bokuto hides his face at the question, his heart thundering like a storm in his chest. He can tell Akaashi is experienced, how he confidently asks these questions, how he doesn’t bat an eye or blush at Bokuto’s presence, or the knowledge of why they’re here. But Bokuto, Bokuto can barely look up, can’t look around the hotel at the small screens with pictures of the rooms. 

Akaashi takes the key and turns with a smile, handing it to Bokuto. It’s a simple key card, and he grips it tightly as they turn to step into the elevator. Akaashi presses the button for the third floor, and they ride the elevator up to their room. 

It’s cleaner than he expected, the room bright with a bed downed in white sheets, more modern than what he had pictured, even though he had looked at some of the images online. His anxiety must have wiped his memory, because the room looks completely foreign. 

Bokuto places his bag next to the bedside table, then watches Akaashi as he moves about the room. He opens a drawer by the television, taking out two condoms and then tosses them on the bed. Bokuto now notices that he also brought a bag, a small shopping bag that’s a little wrinkled from repeated use. 

He takes a seat on the bed, and presses his knees together, his fingers curling into the comforter at his sides. 

“Can I ask why you rented me?” Akaashi asks and Bokuto’s skin crawls.

“I um, rented your time— so well, cause I’m new to this, and haven’t had a real boyfriend but I want to have sex.” 

The man is gorgeous, more gorgeous than the picture in Bokuto’s back pocket, with pink cheeks and long eyelashes that bat when he looks up at Bokuto. His face is slender, with divinely ecru skin. There’s a small neon sign by the clock that adds a pale red light to the room, and it reflects off of Akaashi’s skin, his deep green eyes suddenly glowing in the light. 

“I’ve never had sex, and I’m nervous to and I wont know really what to do here, so you might have to guide me.” Bokuto sputters out his words, his hands shaking as he speaks, everything he says feels choked out of him, like he can barely breathe. 

“I’ve been with men before, so I’m happy to take the reins.” Akaashi’s smile is so warm, and as soon as it appears on Akaashi’s face, Bokuto’s heart evens out into a hot steady beat, filling him with a blush. 

“Okay, thank you.”

“I will ask you to top if that’s okay, I’ve only ever bottomed and that’s what I’m most comfortable with.” 

“That’s fine.” Bokuto rushes to answer, incapable of speaking anymore than basic agreement, the topic too embarrassing for him. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” he says. 

“I’m sure you won't, if we take it slow.”  

Akaashi moves from the dresser to sit on the bed next to Bokuto, and as soon as he’s close Bokuto scoots away, unsure if he can touch him already. 

“I’ll explain how all of this will go, so nothing is a surprise, does that sound okay?” Bokuto nods. “First I’ll ask you to shower, and then I will. I’ve brought some lingerie that if you’d like I can wear to get you excited.” Akaashi speaks softly and places a hand over Bokuto’s as he does. “After we both shower, we’ll come back to the bed and I’ll ask you to put on a condom, and then we can proceed with anything you’d like. I’m okay with blow jobs and anal but I don’t allow choking or any extreme play.” 

Bokuto stiffens at his frankness, his body tensing as he nods vigorously. His skin feels on fire as he looks at Akaashi, the thought of being able to touch him overwhelming. 

Akaashi giggles and again his smile makes Bokuto take a deep breath. 

“Have you ever had to explain this to someone?” Bokuto asks and Akaashi looks up at him. 

“Not past requesting they shower, but I find it cute and sweet that I do, I can already tell you’re a very nice man, Bokuto-san.” Bokuto almost combusts at the soft sound of his name in Akaashi’s mouth, and he slouches slightly, leaning in at the feeling of warmth that courses through him. “Most of the men I’m with are here for only what they want, they only intend to hide what they are from their wives and nothing more.” 

“I’ll be gentle, I promise, I’ll make you feel good.” It comes out of Bokuto’s mouth without him thinking, and as soon as it does Bokuto feels his entire face burn, spreading down to his neck. Akaashi looks at him surprised, eyes wide and he sits up a little straighter. Then he giggles, and that spreads into a full laugh as his head tilts back, and his smile splits open across his face. 

“That’s very sweet, thank you, Bokuto-san.” Bokuto smiles and feins a laugh. “If you would like we can shower together, to ease you into everything,” Akaashi suggests and Bokuto sucks in a deep breath. Bokuto almost forgets to nod yes and as Akaashi sits and waits for his answer, his body stiff suddenly. “Try to relax a little Bokuto-san, everything will be at your request.” 

Akaashi gets up off the bed and picks up the shopping bag, then looks at Bokuto expectantly. 

“Oh,” Bokuto whispers and stands from the bed, following Akaashi into the bathroom. 

The hotel isn’t particularly fancy, but the bathroom is still large enough for two, with a walk in shower, and wall wall length mirror. Bokuto closes the door behind them, and watches as Akaashi begins to undress, pulling his shirt over his head, slowly revealing the curve of his spine. Bokuto feels a shudder pass through his body, and he swallows back his racing heart. He wants to reach out, to run the tip of his fingers along Akaashi’s back. He wants to hold his hip and feel the tension of his waist in his palm. 

“You can undress Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says and Bokuto jumps up, meeting Akaashi’s eyes. He’s still fully clothed, only frozen there as Akaashi now stands in his underwear. 

“Right, sorry,” he whispers and nods. 

Bokuto pulls his shirt up, disposing of it onto the floor before undoing his pants. His hands shake a little, and he can feel Akaashi’s eyes wander across his body as he moves. Akaashi’s hands reach out, taking hold of Bokuto’s as they’re unzipping his pants. Bokuto looks up at Akaashi, his face now considerably closer and in a moment his eyes absorb him. He’s locked in, held captive, unmoving as Akaashi touches him, only holding his hand, but still. He’s touching him. 

“You can tell me to stop.” Is all he whispers, before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. Then he giggles, as Bokuto stares at him, face fully flushed and pink. He gulps, and finishes removing his pants, Akaashi’s hands having retreated. 

“Come, the water is warm now.” And he reaches into the shower to feel the temperature, his fingers coming back pink.

Bokuto shimmies out of his boxers, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than ever and waits as Akaashi does the same. 

Bokuto has never really seen a naked man in person, not outside of a gym changing room, and even then he’s mostly kept his eyes to himself. But now, here with Akaashi and the incredible closeness to him as they step into the shower together, as Akaashi takes his hand and leads him under the water, Bokuto is overwhelmed. The palms of his hands burn hotter than the water that surrounds them, one hand held in Akaashi as he adjusts the water. His knees feel weak as he stands almost pressed to the wall, Akaashi now looking up at him. 

He picks up a bottle of soap, and turns over Bokuto’s palm, pouring some into it. 

“Would you like to wash me? Or only yourself?” He puts the bottle back on the shelf. 

“Uh— I can— I can wash you?” and Akaashi nods, smiling at him before he pulls Bokuto’s hand towards him, smearing the soap across the front of his chest until Bokuto’s palm is pressed up against his heart. The soap lathers as Bokuto slides his hand across Akaashi’s chest, around the curve of his waist. His thumb drags across the crease of his hip bone, the sharp edge that juts out slightly. His hand stops when Akaashi moves again, reaching for the bottle and pouring soap in his own hand. He lathers it up in his palms before sliding his hands suddenly across Bokuto’s chest, over his collarbone and along his shoulders.

“You know, I’ve never been with a man quite as fit as you,” Akaashi says, and Bokuto’s eyes shoot up from where he was looking, tracing outlines of Akaashi’s hips and legs. 

“Really?” he asks and Akaashi nods, turning around. He runs his hands over his own shoulder and up the back of his neck, the suds of the soap spreading and dripping down his back now. Bokuto watches.  

“Mhm, most of them are older, either much more lean or hefty.” Akaashi says it with a giggle. Bokuto reaches out, running a hand, like he so wanted, up the arch of Akaashi’s back, again palming at his hip and this time offering a slight squeeze. Akaashi doesn’t make a sound, but Bokuto sees the way his shoulders shrug with the intake of a deep breath. “You’re much more muscular,” he turns, “and handsome.” 

Bokuto blinks at the compliment, and his brain tries to grapple with Akaashi’s words. A small smile curls on his lips, and he feels the warmth in his ears radiate down to his shoulder. 

Akaashi smiles up at Bokuto before taking a step back and submerging himself under the water. He tilts his head back, letting the water pour over him, washing the soap away. His hands run over his body, cleaning all the parts Bokuto wasn’t brave enough to touch and then in a moment he steps out again. He reaches out an arm, his eyes now closed, and Bokuto takes his hand. He blinks his eyes open and giggles as he runs a hand over his eyes then through his hair. His smile is soft under the dim lights.

“Rinse off, I’ll wait in the room,” He says and Bokuto nods, watching him leave and gather a towel and shopping bag. 

Bokuto does as he’s told, scrubbing a little more the parts missed before rinsing off in the hot water. The water knob squeaks when he turns it, the water trickling to a stop, and the bathroom is suddenly quiet. He wonders if he weren’t a part of his body right now, would he be able to hear his heart in the echo of the room? It thunders inside him, like a rock being thrown to a wall. 

Bokuto steps out of the shower, grabbing the towel on the bar. He rub dries his hair a bit, before wrapping the towel around his waist. He tries to keep his breath steady, opening the sliding door of the bathroom dressed only in his towel, still damp and dripping. But when his eyes land on Akaashi sitting with his legs crossed on the bed— naked except for a pair of lace panties and an unlatched garter belt— Bokuto’s lungs stutter with lack of air. 

Akaashi looks at him through his lashes, and his smile grows as Bokuto closes the bathroom door behind him. 

“I thought the socks were too much, so— I left them off.” Bokuto nods and lets his eyes linger over Akaashi, following the smooth bow of his shoulder that leads into his neck, and the plumpness of his hip as he sits, how it pushes on the band of the panties. The garter belt cinches at his waist, hugging just above his hips where his happy trail stops. He swallows, letting out a shaky breath. 

Akaashi gets up, reaching out for him to take his hand and Bokuto complies, loosely grasping his fingers and once again letting him guide. He faces him as he pulls lures him forward, kneeling on the bed and shuffling so when Bokuto sits, Akaashi is kneeling behind him. 

Bokuto keeps his head slightly down; his ears are burning. 

Akaashi runs a hand up the length of his spine, over his shoulders and presses a kiss into the nape of his neck. 

“You have such strong arms,” he whispers, and his breath brushes the curl of Bokuto’s ear. Bokuto sucks in a breath. “You’re so pretty.” His hands run up Bokuto’s arms, fingertips brushing along the curve of his muscles. “I want you to touch me, hold me down.” Bokuto closes his eyes as the image filters into his head. He can feel himself getting hard at Akaashi’s words, the way his hot breath presses up against his skin. Bokuto shivers. “I can feel you getting hotter. I like it.”

“Mmm,” Bokuto moans lightly. 

Akaashi drags his lips along the length of Bokuto’s shoulder, as his hands wrap around and slide across his chest, gripping his pec. His tongue is wet on his skin and Bokuto’s cock twitches at the touch. 

“The sound of your voice makes me hard, Bokuto-san. Say something for me.” 

Akaashi’s hands leave his chest, and suddenly they come around his waist, his palms pressing into Bokuto’s thighs. He slowly undoes the front of Bokuto’s towel, exposing him. His lips are in the crook of his neck, licking him, the tip of his tongue dragging firm strips. 

“I want to touch you,” Bokuto says, his voice gruff and weak. His hands grip into his knees and his muscles twitch with the tension of heat building inside him. 

“May I use your first name?” Akaashi asks. Bokuto pauses and nods, and he can feel Akaashi’s lips smile against him. “I want you to fuck me, Koutarou.” 

Bokuto’s body melts, the tension leaking off him, and finally Akaashi palms at Bokuto’s cock, his chest pressed flush against his back as his arms wrap around him. One arm angles up across his chest, the other slowly smears precum over the length of his cock, starting up a steady stroke. Bokuto releases a sigh mixed with a groan, as the friction sends sparks through him. 

He lets his head drop back, hands moving to the edge of the bed and fisting around the sheets. He feels Akaashi shift, spreading his legs more for Bokuto to lean into him, and with the new angle he’s able to drag his lips along the angle of Bokuto’s jaw. 

“Say my name,” Akaashi demands. Bokuto sucks in a sharp breath. He closes his eyes. 

“Akaashi.” he knows that's not what he means. 

“Not that one.” His breath is hot, burning. Bokuto swallows and he bites his lip. The heat is building inside him, his entire body growing weaker. 

“Keiji.” It’s a whisper, almost a moan.  

“That’s a good boy.”

He feels Akaashi pull away, his hands and lips suddenly disappearing from his body and Bokuto in an instant feels cold. Akaashi steps off the bed, walking around to face Bokuto, and he looks up at Akaashi, eyes wide and mouth parted waiting for him. Bokuto’s gaze lingers over Akaashi’s lips, how they glisten from mouthing at Bokuto’s body; he wants to devour them.

“Sit further on the bed,” Akaashi orders and Bokuto does as he says. Akaashi grabs onto Bokuto’s towel as he moves, pulling it away and dropping it onto the floor. 

Bokuto shuffles back on the bed, leaning on his hands once in the center, and Akaashi follows home. He crawls on his hands and knees towards Bokuto, and he notices how the panties stretch and strain against Akaashi’s cock. He’s hard. 

Bokuto’s cheeks burn as Akaashi straddles him, and he brings his knees up to frame his back, giving support. His abs flex to keep him leaning up right, as his hands come up to rest on Akaashi’s waist. Akaashi smiles, and cups Bokuto’s jaw. He rubs a thumb over Bokuto’s bottom lip, pulling it down and opening his mouth. 

“I’m yours, Koutarou, do with me as you wish.” Akaashi says and Bokuto’s hands squeeze along his waist. 

“Can I kiss you?” Bokuto asks and leans forward slightly. 

“Yes.” 

Bokuto brings a hand to Akaashi’s jaw, pulling him down into a kiss. It’s better than Bokuto could ever imagine, easy and warm. It isn’t unordinary, it isn’t different or made special by anything but who he is kissing. The way the man’s lips press into his is something entirely new, and Bokuto can’t describe the sensation he feels in his chest even if he tried. It’s like something you can only read about and never hope to experience. 

The kiss is tame for a moment, their lips unmoving as Bokuto soaks up the warmth of Akaashi’s mouth. And then Bokuto gasps and Akaashi kisses him harder, pushing forward and grasping at the sides of Bokuto’s neck. His lips start to move, pulling at Bokuto’s, his tongue licking at his bottom lip as his breath seems to sharpen with haste. 

Bokuto falls back onto the bed, flattening out with Akaashi on top of him, their lips not parting for a second. His hands wander around Akaashi’s waist, gripping into his hips as they start to move and roll on Bokuto’s cock, and he can feel his body burn and melt with pleasure. He pauses their kiss, moaning slightly, mouth gaping, and Akaashi takes advantage of it. His tongue pressing into Bokuto’s mouth, hands weaving into Bokuto’s hair as he sucks on Bokuto’s tongue, then bites into his bottom lip.    

Bokuto’s hands reach for Akaashi’s ass, squeezing into the cheek as the man’s hips move. Akaashi moans in his mouth. He can feel the wet spot in Akaashi’s panties leaking through the lace, and Bokuto desperately wants to touch him. 

Akaashi grinds on him, breath getting sharper with each press of his cock to Bokuto's abdomen. And as Akaashi’s hips thrust, Bokuto’s cock rubs against his ass, driving him mad with the little bit of friction he’s given.

“Keiji—” he moans, and the sound of Akaashi’s name in his mouth makes him blush, ears tinting red. He squeezes Akaashi’s ass again, and when Akaashi pulls away looking at him, Bokuto drops his head back. He gasps for breath, the kiss burning on his lips, swollen already. And for a moment the only thought in Bokuto’s head is how he could do that all day, if it were an option. It felt like a high, kissing Akaashi, like he wasn’t fully in control. 

Akaashi sits up, leaning back slightly and arching his back, his chest pressed out. He reaches behind him and with one hand slowly strokes Bokuto. His cock is throbbing, leaking over itself and dripping against Akaashi. 

“Do you like dirty talk?” Akaashi asks and Bokuto blinks, trying to catch his breath. 

“I don’t know, was what you were saying before dirty talk?” Akaashi smiles. He lowers himself, pressing his palms to Bokuto’s chest. His thumbs run over Bokuto’s nipples and his body tenses at the touch. “Fuck—” 

Akaashi's breath hits Bokuto’s ear in a hot burst of pleasure. 

“That’ll be a yes, then.” Akaashi’s voice is sweet in his ear, dripping like caramel and hot as it fills him. He gently presses his lips to Bokuto’s neck, and as he brings his hand up around Bokuto’s throat, he uses his thumb to push on his chin, tilting his head back. He mouths at him. “Are going to fuck me like the whore that I am?” Bokuto gasps, his eyes fluttering closed, “You’re strong… so you can hold me down, as I take your cock?” he continues, “I want you to fuck me, Koutarou, until I’m raw.” 

Bokuto almost can’t handle it, the heat rising in him, how dirty Akaashi’s words are, and how they fill him with pressure, an undeniable need to do exactly as Akaashi asks of him. He groans, bucking his hips lightly. 

“Kaashi.” 

“Mm, let me serve you, Koutarou, I’ll give you my best.” 

Akaashi licks at Bokuto’s ear, nipping at the lobe before he presses a kiss into the angle of his jaw. He makes his way down, mouthing and sucking at Bokuto’s skin, over his shoulders and his chest. He pauses at Bokuto’s nipples, pressing his tongue flat against them and watching as Bokuto keels slightly, arching his back and tossing his head to the side. 

Akaashi bruises Bokuto all the way down to his hips, where he finally stops, looking up at him as he strokes. 

“I’m going to put a condom on you okay?” He says and Bokuto strains his neck to look up at him, then drops it back. He nods. Akaashi’s lips curl into a smile. 

He grabs one of the condoms on the bed, ripping it open with his teeth. He takes the condom, and places it over Bokuto’s cock, rolling it on.

Once he has, Akaashi pats on Bokuto’s thigh for him to open his legs more and Bokuto complies, spreading himself. Akaashi positions himself between Bokuto’s thighs, stroking them up and down as he watches Bokuto squirm under the touch. His fingers are long, caressing the soft skin on the inside of his legs, and it makes Bokuto shiver. His hand curls in the sheets, and he meets Akaashi’s eyes, pleading with him to continue. He wants to be touched. 

Akaashi smiles, with devious eyes, and Bokuto suspects Akaashi knows full well what he’s doing to Bokuto, how he’s tugging him slowly along at a pace of his choosing. 

Slowly, Akaashi lowers himself, leaning forward and strokes Bokuto’s cock, letting spit drool out of his mouth and over the tip so he can spread it. He glances up at Bokuto, who stares wide eyed, then gently presses a kiss to the head of Bokuto’s cock, colored slightly yellow from the condom, before opening his mouth and taking it down his throat. 

Bokuto groans, his muscles tightening as his cock throbs in Akaashi’s mouth, wet and hot as he can feel the silk of his tongue fold around his shaft. He takes Bokuto all the way down, relaxing his jaw until Bokuto hits the back of his throat. Then he swallows, and Bokuto grips into the sheets more, knuckles turning white as his body trembles at the mercy of Akaashi’s mouth. 

Akaashi bobs his head a few times, holding Bokuto down by his thighs to keep him from squirming, then pulls off with a pop. He licks his lips and looks at Bokuto who tries his best to catch his breath. He strokes him, twisting his hand so his palm glides up his cock and his fingers brush his balls, eliciting another gasp. 

Bokuto puts an arm over his eyes, his mouth open with heavy breathing. His cock twitches and pulsates in Akaashi’s hand, as the heat radiates through him; Akaashi’s hand is warm and firm around him. He can’t take much more, as Akaashi starts to tap his fingers on the underside of his cock, then grasps him and squeezes lightly. Bokuto’s body jerks, muscles twitching. He can feel how close he is, how his body is stiffening, and blushing like he’s on fire. But just as he thinks he’s about to cum Akaashi lets go of him, and he relaxes, his body suddenly buzzing. 

He peers out from under his arm. Akaashi crawls towards him, his body sliding over Bokuto’s before he lays flat on top of him. He gently rolls his hips again, grinding his hardening cock against Bokuto’s. He hovers his open mouth over Bokuto’s, letting his hot breath lure him in and Bokuto follows obediently. Akaashi sticks his tongue out and drags the top over Bokuto’s bottom lip, and a shiver travels down his spine before he melts again. 

Bokuto wraps his arm around Akaashi, sliding his hand down the curve of his spine as Akaashi arches it against him. They look at each other, for a moment, and Bokuto’s heart pounds high in his chest, almost in his throat. Akaashi’s curls have fallen forward, obscuring parts of his face, framing it. His eyes are blown wide with arousal, but still glow in the dim red light, skin blazing hot under Bokuto’s touch. His lips are warm, swollen and slick with spit, and Bokuto’s tempted to steal them again, take them for himself and kiss them raw until Akaashi’s crying out for him to stop. And again, Bokuto is overwhelmed with the desire to please Akaashi, to make him call out his name when he cums, to make him beg for him, and know that it’s him that’s bringing him so much pleasure. 

His breathing is heavy in Bokuto’s ear, and he can smell the apple soap lingering on his skin, and something more, like cinnamon. 

“Are you ready?” Akaashi whispers and Bokuto looks up from his lips to his green eyes. His hand holds tighter to Akaashi’s back. He holds a deep breath for a moment, then nods. “Good.” He kisses him again, “would you like to prep me? Or would you like to watch?” He asks a bit more seriously, and Bokuto nods, then shakes his head. 

“I mean, yes— to you— I’ll help.” He stumbles over his words making Akaashi smile, and Bokuto can feel the vibration of his giggle against his chest. His hand rubs a circle on his lower back. 

Akaashi slides off of Bokuto, off to the side with one arm draped over his chest, and Bokuto watches as he leans back and grabs a bottle of lube off of the table. Bokuto gulps, holding onto Akaashi to keep him from falling. 

“Give me your hand.” Akaashi speaks softly, bowing his head to look at Bokuto’s open hand. He pushes his ring and pink in, leaving the others extended, then pours a small amount of lube onto them. Bokuto watches intently. He could have done it himself, he’s used lube, he’s done research on how to finger a man, but to watch Akaashi do it all for him was utterly alluring. 

Akaashi lubes up Bokuto’s fingers, making them slick before glancing up at him again, meeting his gaze. He takes hold over his wrist and guides Bokuto’s hand around him, slipping his hand between his legs. He leans forward brushing their lips together, and Bokuto sucks in a breath trying to hold onto the moment as Akaashi slides his leg around Bokuto’s hip. 

He’d noticed how Akaashi’s panties were split in the back, specially made to leave the ass open for use. It’s easy for Bokuto to slip his fingers between Akaashi’s cheeks, rubbing a large finger over his hole. 

“Go easy,” Akaashi whispers and his voice shakes a little as he speaks. He holds onto Bokuto’s neck, cupping the corner of his jaw for leverage. And when Bokuto’s finger presses into him, Akaashi sucks in a sharp breath then slowly releases it into Bokuto’s open mouth. Relaxing on the pressure of Bokuto inside him. “Fuck—” he gasps and Bokuto’s eyes widen. He swallows as he watches Akaashi’s expressions change, scrunching up then loosening, as Bokuto starts to move his finger. 

He can feel Akaashi shiver as he curls his finger, immediately finding the bundle of nerves. He tests it, brushing lightly the best he can, and as soon as he does, Akaashi’s mouth drops open more, a yelp releasing and his brows bunch together. His eyes roll back a little, lashes fluttering. Bokuto bites his lip, feeling the heat of Akaashi’s breath against him as he gasps out small moans. Akaashi opens his eyes, staring into Bokuto’s and he pulls him closer by the nape of his neck, devouring his lips. Bokuto sucks in a deep breath, following Akaashi’s mouth as his head moves, flowing with the urgency of the kiss. 

His finger is in down to the last knuckle, curling and stroking Akaashi’s insides, holding him close until Bokuto can feel him shaking. 

“Don’t stop— oh gods—” he moans into Bokuto’s mouth, biting into his bottom lip and keeping his hand clasped to the back of his neck. Slowly Bokuto keeps moving, Akaashi’s hips now rocking to the same pace, and then he adds the second lubed up finger and Akaashi cries out.

His lips pull away and his forehead presses to Bokuto’s as he suffocates on his own moans. His lips curl into a smile, a small chuckle coming from him.

“How are you good at this?” He asks and Bokuto huffs a laugh, tilting his head to follow Akaashi’s lips. 

“I guess I’m a fast learner.” 

Akaashi nods, pressing into another kiss that rocks the both of them until Bokuto pushes all the way until Akaashi’s on his back. He looms over him, leading the kiss as he burnishes Akaashi’s lips red with his own, biting his lip to make him gasp. His tongue slips inside and Akaashi moans. Bokuto presses his fingers deeper, pulling out a whimper and Akaashi’s legs tremble. He scissors his fingers, spreading Akaashi as wide as he can, until he can see tears perk in the corner of his eyes, until Akaashi mouth is choking on a cry, mouth dropped open. His fingers dig into Bokuto’s nape. He never thought it would feel so good to watch a man cry, to hope he begs for more as he does. 

He wants more, more of Akaashi, of his body and the sounds he makes, more of the feeling of him shaking against Bokuto’s body and more of the taste of his skin in his mouth. 

Bokuto pulls his fingers out, rubbing them against Akaashi’s fluttering hole, feeling his body relax then tense as he silently begs. He readjusts his hands, looking into Bokuto’s eyes as he waits, and when Bokuto presses in with a third finger, Akaashi quickly swallows him up, sucking him inside down to the knuckles. His head drops back and again his hand adjusts on Bokuto’s neck, reaching more to hang off him, wrapping himself up in Bokuto. His legs spread open more, rolling his hips and pressing his knees to Bokuto’s hips. And Bokuto’s enamored, addicted to watching him, unraveling beneath him. 

“Koutarou— Koutarou—” he begs and Bokuto’s eyes widen, his face heating up at the sound of his name again, being moaned by Akaashi’s swollen mouth. His voice is needy and whining for him, and he can feel his cock throb at the sound. His hips rut and buck as Bokuto’s hand moves, fucking himself on his fingers. 

“Fuck—” 

“I’m yours— I’m your whore, please — fuck me—” Akaashi’s voice shakes and Bokuto drops his head, pressing his lips to Akaashi’s chest, kissing the center of his sternum and trailing up to his neck. He moves slowly, curling his fingers as he brands Akaashi, teeth marks littering him, hoping they last for more than a second, wishing they’d last forever. 

Bokuto can feel Akaashi’s hole loosen around his fingers, stretched wide and nearly gaping for him. He blinks, eyes flutter as his heart races in his chest, his breath heavy in his lungs, and his cock twitches as he pulls his fingers out. Akaashi whines, reaching his hand down Bokuto’s back, raking his nails along his shoulder blades as his head falls back. 

Akaashi reaches his hand between them and grabs Bokuto’s cock, stroking it as he meets his gaze and shares his breath. Bokuto nods at the unspoken question before pressing into a kiss. 

“Do you want me to stay on my back?” Akaashi asks quickly and Bokuto pauses, leaning back slightly. His brows knit together as he thinks through the question. His chest tightens the thought of not looking Akaashi in the face aching. But he also wants to watch, he wants to see more. Bokuto gulps, opening his mouth to lick his lips. 

“Can— can you ride me?” and Akaashi’s brows shoot up, his eyes widening slightly. He pauses, then he nods and pushes gently on Bokuto’s chest. He lets go of his cock as Bokuto falls away, laying back on the bed and moving to lean against the headboard. Akaashi has the glimmer of a smile as he crawls towards Bokuto, reaching to grab an extra condom before swinging his leg over to straddle him. 

Bokuto watches as Akaashi quietly rips open the condom and puts it on himself, rolling it down to the base. He looks up at him waiting for permission to touch him, and when their eyes meet Bokuto sees it, the softness in his eyes, somehow easy on him, like they aren’t complete strangers. He smiles and takes Akaashi’s hips into his hands, offering a squeeze. 

Akaashi braces himself on Bokuto’s shoulders, leaning forward until Bokuto can run his lips up the center of his sternum. He shivers at the heat of breath, and Bokuto can feel the bumps rise under his fingertips. He presses a kiss to his skin, the taste of his cool and salty and he wishes it were easier to bite into the flesh at this angle. His hand slides around Akaashi’s waist, keeping him leaning up, and braces his forearm along Akaashi’s spine while the other reaches between his cheeks, pulling them apart until he hears Akaashi hiss. He licks at Akaashi skin as his finger circles his hole and presses in slightly. Akaashi lets out a whimper and his body shutters. His fingers tighten on Bokuto’s shoulders then move into the hair at the base of his skull. He pulls at it, and it stings. 

Akaashi heaves his breath, biting into his lip. He reaches behind him and starts to stroke Bokuto’s cock again, slowly. Then as Bokuto spreads Akaashi’s cheeks he feels him rub his tip against his hole. He splits his fingers, framing his hole that flutters as Akaashi leans back on his cock, achingly swallowing him up. 

Bokuto’s mouth drops open, sucking in a sharp breath and letting a moan escape. His hand tightens its hold on Akaashi’s hip and starts to pull down, urging him to take him deeper. He needs it deeper. He bends his head forward, leaning on Akaashi’s chest who cradles him, running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re tight,” Bokuto whispers and he can feel how hard Akaashi’s heart pounds in his chest, throbbing against his head. He tries to calm his breath, but all he does is whimper, so close to Bokuto and shaking. He starts moving again, taking Bokuto down to the hilt, and as soon as Bokuto bottoms out, filling Akaashi, he hears Akaashi cry out. His nails dig into the back of Bokuto’s head, and he looks up. 

Akaashi’s face is contorted with a dazed mix of pleasure and pain, mouth slack and eyes teary. He smiles when their eyes meet. His nails dig more and he gives his hips a roll. Bokuto almost keels as the heat that rises in him from Akaashi’s movements, gripping tighter to his ass and pulling him with the rhythm. But his eyes don’t leave Akaashi’s face, don’t leave his lips, how they round out into an ‘o’, pouting, red and swollen and asking to be sucked on. 

“I want to kiss you— please,” Bokuto begs and Akaashi blinks at the request before quickly nodding. Bokuto doesn’t wait for Akaashi to lean down. He reaches up and grabs hold to the nape of his neck, pulling him down and crashing their lips together. His lips are hot and already wet, soft against Bokutos as he laps at them. “You feel amazing— fuck—” he gasps out between Akaashi’s kisses, moaning into his mouth as Akaashi’s hips keep moving. His cock throbs inside him, and Bokuto feels the pressure making him delirious. “You’re— youre so tight.”

He babbles on until Akaashi cups his jaw and pries their lips apart, gasping for breath finally. Bokuto looks up at him, eyes searching, devouring. Akaashi brushes back Bokuto’s fallen fringe before placing his hands on either of his shoulders. Bokuto slides his hand down over Akaashi’s chest and back down to his waist, looking over the soft flesh of his body, admiring how supple and easy it is to bruise. He rubs his thumbs into the crook of his hip, and then as Akaashi moves his eyes are drawn to between his legs. 

Akaashi lifts up off Bokuto’s cock, until just the tip fills him, and Bokuto can see it, dripping a bit with lube. Akaashi sits back down slamming his cock into him and Bokuto throws his head back hitting the wall, and gasping for breath. He slowly rolls his hips again with Bokuto inside him, letting his cock rub against his walls, driving Bokuto crazy.

Bokuto bites into his lip, bucking his hips up into Akaashi who yelps and gasps at the force. He grips into Bokuto’s shoulders, before lifting up again, then down and slowly he starts to gather a pace. 

“More— more,” Akaashi whispers and his brows knit together, tightened with what Bokuto can only read as confusion and desperation. Bokuto’s face contorts, the image of Akaashi bouncing on his cock and the spiraling pleasure under his skin driving him towards the edge. He snaps his hips up more, ramming his cock into Akaashi as he pulls his hips down. He pounds into him, and with each thrust Akaashi cries out. 

“I’m— I’m not gonna— last,” Bokuto whines out his words, gasping as his body shakes. His thighs burn with the rest of him, his muscles tired already. He slows and Akaashi rides his hips again, keeping the momentum. 

Akaashi’s face is flushed, cheeks burning and mouth gaping. And all Bokuto can think is how hot he looks, taking his cock and loving it. He reaches up, pulling Akaashi down into a smothering kiss, bruising his lips. It burns, all of it, absorbing him in an electric shock under his skin that radiates through his body. And as soon as their lips touch Bokuto can feel his build higher, his head becoming dizzy. He feels it in the pit of his stomach, then the burning in his shoulder. His cock throbs in Akaashi, stiffening until—

“AGH—” Bokuto’s mouth drops open, groaning into Akaashi’s. He can feel the pressure release, his body shaking, and the heat spreads over his cock as the condom fills. His fingers dig into Akaashi’s back, pulling him closer. 

“That’s it. Cum in me.” Akaashi rocks his hips again, lightly and gently. Bokuto’s eyes roll back. He’s too sensitive, the sting of Akaashi’s movements pulling out a scream, high and broken. His head drops away from Akaashi’s, onto his chest. His forehead is damp, and the stifling hot air that surrounds them fills his lungs. He slides his hand down to Akaashi’s ass, pulling at his cheek, squeezing the round muscle. 

Akaashi runs his fingers through Bokuto’s hair, stilling his hips and letting their bodies rest.

“Good boy— such a good boy.” 

Bokuto blinks open his eyes, the sound of Akaashi’s voice praising him like sweet syrup. He looks down, and sees Akaashi’s hard pink, still untouched and aching below him. His mouth waters, but he pulls his head up, looking into Akaashi’s. 

“You haven’t cum,” he states and Akaashi immediately closes his mouth into a line, pushing a smile onto them. 

“It’s okay, you did and that’s what’s important.” Akaashi tries to hide how thin his breath is, Bokuto can see it, how he keeps his mouth closed, but all it does is make him want to pry it open. 

“Let me get you off,” Bokuto whispers, and he leans forward. Akaashi gasps, his cock twitching as Bokuto moves inside him, still filling him up. Bokuto halts, keeping still, waiting for permission. “Please, I want to. It’s a request.” 

Akaashi slides his hands up the sides of Bokuto’s neck, touching his hair again. He smiles, and his eyes soften. He nods, and adjusts himself. His eyes flutter as he lifts off Bokuto, and Bokuto’s cock slips from his hole, falling limp behind him. Bokuto sighs and runs his hands up Akaashi’s waist. Akaashi giggles, and Bokuto’s eyes widen. 

“What?” He asks and his chest tightens that he’s done something wrong.

“Nothing, you’re just so much gentler than I thought you’d be.” 

“Is that okay?” and it makes Akaashi laugh more. He nods, his smile pushing up on his eyes, making him squint. They quiet again, their eyes locked on each other, waiting for something more to develop. 

Akaashi brings his hands down from Bokuto’s neck. He runs them down his chest, trailing his thumb between his pecs, then his abs. Bokuto tightens them, flexing under Akaashi’s touch, and watches as Akaashi licks his lips. 

Bokuto pushes to sit up, shifting Akaashi down on his lap.

“Can I make one more request? Something a little dirty?” He runs his hands over Akaashi’s thighs, tugging lightly on the straps of his garter belt. He kisses the underside of Akaashi’s jaw, forcing him to tilt his head to the side. 

“Anything, within reason,” Akaashi says in a breathy voice. Bokuto pauses, moving his lips closer to Akaashi’s ear. His hand reaches between his legs, cupping his crotch and applying pressure to his balls. 

“I want you to beg for me.”

Akaashi hums and nods. Bokuto smiles, and without pulling his mouth away from Akaashi’s ear he starts to rub his fingers up and down the underside of his cock. Akaashi huffs out several heavy breaths, griping and regripping at Bokuto’s sides. He wraps his arms around Bokuto, and rakes his nails softly down his back. Bokuto’s eyes roll back a bit at the gesture, but he maintains his composure and grip on Akaashi’s cock. 

Bokuto tilts his head to press a kiss to the crook of Akaashi’s neck, keeping him still with a hand on his back and the other wrapping around his cock now. He starts up a slow stroke, not sure how fast he should go for Akaashi’s liking, but trying to imitate how he’s always done to himself. He swipes a thumb over his slit, feeling how the top of the condom slides over Akaashi’s head, his precum already filling it. 

“Ah—” Akaashi lets go of a deep breath, and his arms shake, hands still holding to Bokuto’s sides. Bokuto squeezes slightly and Akaashi whines, his body stiffening. 

“I asked you to beg.” 

Bokuto doesn’t know if he’s being too stern, if he’s asking too much, but he knows Akaashi would tell him to stop if he needed to. Bokuto slides his hand down to the base of Akaashi’s cock and reaches a finger into the band of his panties, pulling it back and snapping it. Akaashi jumps, body shaking and shivering before relaxing again against him. 

“Please— Kou— please,” Akaashi starts. He swallows, pressing his face into Bokuto’s shoulder. “I want to fuck your hand, I want you to touch me more.” He rolls his hips, using Bokuto’s hand like a sleeve. Bokuto lets Akaashi rut into him, only changing the pressure and listening to how Akaashi whines in his ear. “Kou—you fuck me so well, I need more, I want more of you.” Akaashi’s voice shakes his thighs squeezing in on Bokuto. 

Bokuto slides a hand down Akaashi’s back, slipping his fingers in to press against his hole. 

“Do you want this?” He asks and Akaashi nods, rocking back to try and push Bokuto’s fingers in. 

“Fuck my hole, please.” 

Bokuto slips two fingers into Akaashi’s hole, curling them. Akaashi rolls his hips and fucks himself on both Bokuto’s fingers and into his hand, moaning into his neck. 

“It’s so good— so good.” he whines, and his breath is hot on Bokuto’s skin. He scissors his fingers and presses into Akaashi’s prostate pushing him over the edge. 

Akaashi unravels and falls apart in Bokuto’s arms, legs shaking as he comes on Bokuto’s fingers. Bokuto can feel the heat pulse in his hand, Akaashi’s cock throbbing as he spills into the condom. He practically screams into Bokuto’s shoulder, burying his face in the crook of his neck and crying Bokuto’s name. His nails dig deep grooves into Bokuto’s back. 

Akaashi gasps for breath, his body twitching as his cock softens in Bokuto’s hand. His body loosens and becomes limp, falling against Bokuto’s. 

“Fuck.” Bokuto whispers, and his lips curl into a smile. 

He pulls his fingers out slowly, Akaashi’s hole fluttering as he does, sensitive and raw. They stay like that for a moment, Akaashi wrapped in Bokuto’s arms, face nuzzled into his neck. He can hear him trying to catch his breath, slowly descending from his high. Bokuto makes sure to give him time. 

He puts a hand to his back, tracing his fingers up the curve of his spine. 

“You okay?” He asks, his worry now building. Akaashi nods, his hands slide over Bokuto’s back, palms soft on his skin. They seem to hesitate for a moment, reaching further around him as if in a hug. But then they retreat, pulling away and Akaashi sitting back to face Bokuto. 

“Thank you, Bokuto-San.” Akaashi says and looks off to the left, blinking as if embarrassed. His cheeks burn with a blush and Bokuto sits unsure of what to say. Akaashi’s face seems bewildered and It makes Bokuto want to kiss him again, kiss the confusion out of the pout on his lips. 

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks and his hands settle on Akaashi’s hips. Akaashi’s head snaps to him and a smile flits onto his lips immediately, trying to assure him. 

“Of course not, no.” Akaashi reaches up and cups Bokuto’s cheeks, holding his face in a small embrace. His smile widens then softens. “Let’s clean up,” he whispers and Bokuto nods. 

Akaashi slips out of Bokuto’s grasp, dismounting from his lap and disposing of his condom. Slowly they clean themselves up and when Akaashi disappears to the bathroom Bokuto takes a moment to lie back on the bed. 

He pulls the blanket over him, laying naked waiting for Akaashi. The ceiling has a crack in it and he follows the line with his eyes. He’s happy he did this. His body aches, and buzzes with the remnants of touch and warmth and pleasure. It makes him want more, like a craving for something deeper than just another person, a desire to be closer. Bokuto closes his eyes but before he knows it he feels hands running up his chest and he opens them. 

“Would you like anything else?” Akaashi asks, and his eyes are soft again, face seemingly blank with professionalism. This is his job after all, to satisfy him. 

“Would you lie with me if I ask?” 

“I can do anything you ask.” 

Bokuto puts on a smile as Akaashi slides off him, opening the blanket Bokuto’s laid over him and sliding under. Bokuto turns on his side and stares at Akaashi’s smile. He has questions, a million of them but he’s afraid to ask. 

“Do you work?” Akaashi beats him to it. Bokuto blinks. 

“Not yet, I’ll be going pro in volleyball after university, so I will be then.” 

“What are you studying?” Akaashi’s eyes are earnest, curious. Bokuto wonders if he learns other things from his clients, if he asks like he is now. 

“Sports Communication, something interesting.” Akaashi reaches out, brushing away his fringe. 

“What position do you play?” 

“Right wing, I’m the ace of my team!” Bokuto beams with a smile, and Akaashi giggles at his excitement. 

“I’m certain you’re very good.” 

“What about you? Do you do any other work?” Bokuto asks and he sees Akaashi go to answer but then he hesitates. 

“We’re not allowed to speak about our private lives so I can’t tell you that?” And Bokuto’s heart sinks. 

“We’ll then do you like this work?” The question seems to catch Akaashi off guard, his eyes widening. 

“I do… I like… making people feel good.” Akaashi’s smile is shy, eyes looking away from him. “It’s not without its sour moments though.” And his smile falters. 

“Was I a sour moment?” Bokuto asks and Akaashi’s eyes rush to meet his, wide and worried. 

“No! You were very sweet, this felt… special somehow.” Bokuto wants to ask how so but before he can Akaashi continues. “Most men don’t ask to kiss me.” Bokuto watches him. Akaashi doesn’t meet his gaze, staring at a spot in the sheets between them. His fingers play with the hem, his cheeks tinted pink as a small smile flits onto his lips. 

“They should.” he says it without thinking and then realizes how it sounds. “I mean, if you want them to, you— they should— your kisses are the best, at least— at least I think so.”

Akaashi giggles which quickly ascends into a laugh, closing his eyes and leaning forward slightly. 

“Thank you Koutarou, that’s very sweet.” 

Bokuto smiles and his eyes wander over Akaashi’s lips. They’re pursed with a smile, waiting for him to say more. 

Bokuto leans forward, staggering a bit with hesitation. He pauses. 

“Can I kiss you again?” His breath brushes Akaashi’s lips, and he can see the whisper of a smile on Akaashi’s lips. A flit of desire in his eyes. He nods and Bokuto presses in, capturing his lips in a slow kiss. 

Bokuto has kissed several people, testing the waters ever so often. When he was drunk at parties, or the few times he’s actually been on dates. But Akaashi’s lips were warmer than anyone he’s kissed, plush and soft and needy when Bokuto nips into them. 

Akaashi releases a soft moan, and Bokuto slips his hand to his waist. He pushes him back softly, hovering over him. Akaashi lies with his arms slightly above him, taking Bokuto’s kisses in. He lets Bokuto touch along his hips and waist, brushing his fingers down over his thigh. Akaashi’s breath grows heavier. 

“How much time do we have left?” Bokuto whispers, breaking the kiss and moving to press his lips to Akaashi’s pulse. 

He tilts his head back, looking at the time. 

“About an hour,” Akaashi whispers back, and his breath hitches as Bokuto’s teeth sink into his skin, tender, already, from Bokuto’s mouth. 

“Perfect.” He licks at the crook of his neck. “I want to keep my promise, of making you feel good.” 

“I think you’ve accomplished that,” Akaashi gasps. He brings his hands down to Bokuto’s shoulders. 

“It’s not enough, I want to be greedy.” He mouths at Akaashi’s chest. “I want to hear you moaning even more.” 

From the time that they started to now, Bokuto’s shoulders have relaxed, his heart racing now only with arousal for the man under him. He wants to be bold, ask for him to surrender to him, take all of Akaashi if he’ll let him. 

Akaashi whimpers, arching his back as he gathers a deep breath. Bokuto feels his lungs expand, ribs firm under his hand. He fits wonderfully in his hands. 

“Can I praise you?” Bokuto asks, hesitant. Looking up at Akaashi from where his lips brush his naval. He runs a hand up his thigh, the skin so soft it’s like the surface of a peach, as Bokuto reaches around Akaashi’s lifted leg to cup his ass and squeezes. 

“If you wish, it would make me happy,” Akaashi says gently, his lips curling in a smile.
Their eyes stay locked on each other, as Bokuto breathes hot stifling breaths onto Akaashi’s skin, and then licks at the goosebumps that form. He looks away, drawing his eyes back to Akaashi’s body as he devours him, slowly sucking and nipping at his soft muscle. His teeth feel good when they bite into him, firmly bruising his perfectly pale body, like he’s his. For this moment, he is, Akaashi is all his. 

“You’re perfect you know,” he starts and Akaashi sucks in a sharp breath. “The way your hip bone juts out. I like the way your skin feels in my mouth.” 

“Mm,” Akaashi whimpers, rolling his head to watch as Bokuto traces shapes into him with his lips. 

“You look fuckable, and pretty, and you fit so easily against me.” He bites into Akaashi’s hip, breathing in his scent again, the musk of apple and cinnamon filling him and he feels his cock twitch. Everything about him is something out of a dream, hot and tempting. The idea of sin becomes something desired as Bokuto comes closer, as he hovers over Akaashi and dips his head to run his tongue along his neck. “I want you to say my name, I like the way it sounds in that pretty voice.” 

“Koutarou.” 

“Mhm, again.” 

“Koutarou.” Akaashi brings his knee up to Bokuto’s hip, brushing it there. He smiles. “For someone so new you have a way with words,” Akaashi whispers and Bokuto grins against his skin. He bites into his neck and listens to Akaashi gasp, a shiver traveling through him and shaking against Bokuto’s body. 

“I had a good teacher,” he whispers and Akaashi turns his head, chasing after his lips to lock him in a kiss. 

Bokuto reaches his hand down between Akaashi’s legs. He cups Akaashi’s half hard cock, precum smearing on his palm. 

“I’m still sensitive, Koutarou,” Akaashi gasps, mouth gaping. Bokuto wraps his hand around the base of his cock. 

“You want me to stop?” He slides his hand along the shaft. Akaashi pauses, a small mewl escaping. He shakes his head, and Bokuto cocks a smile. 

He circles his thumb over Akaashi’s slit, collecting the precum that dribbles out. His mouth follows the curve of his neck as Akaashi tilts his head back. He mouths and sucks until bruised form, slowly working Akaashi’s skin into a burning blush, and his cock until it’s throbbing again. Akaashi arches his back off the bed when Bokuto takes one of his nipples in his mouth, tonguing at the buds. He kisses over his chest, down the length of his stomach and to his naval. He strokes Akaashi’s cock and opens his mouth, but before anything else Akaashi reaches out. 

“You can’t,” he says and holds on to Bokuto’s chin forcing him to look up. “I mean you can— but, policy says I need a condom on.” Akaashi gasps out his words, shaky in the air. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

“It’s okay. I have more,” Bokuto says, forcing himself to not hesitate, to not show disappointment. He really wanted to taste him, to feel how warm Akaashi is naked in his mouth. 

Bokuto leans forward and pressed a kiss to Akaashi’s strained lips, flattened into a line, and as soon as he does they loosen, pucker on instinct, like they’ve been taught how to kiss Bokuto back. He tosses the blanket away from him, sliding off of the bed to retrieve one of the flavored condoms from his bag. He didn’t think he’d use them, but he’s glad he was wrong. 

Akaashi sits up, reaching out to take the condom but Bokuto evades him, holding it out of reach. He settles back on the bed, sliding a hand to the inside of Akaashi’s thigh and pushing to spread his legs. Akaashi looks at him, confusion written all over his face. Bokuto smiles. 

“I’m pampering you, remember?” Akaashi opens his mouth as if to speak but then retreats. He blows a breath of air, a smile curling on his lips. 

“You’re the strangest customer I’ve ever had, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says and looks away. Bokuto rolls the condom down, not saying anything. But when he’s finished he leans forward again, crowding Akaashi into the sheets. 

“Please don’t call me that when you’re naked and at my mercy,” he whispers and Akaashi’s eyes blink rapidly. His lips part, tongue poking out to lick his bottom one, and then he nods, shrinking back into the sheets. He lies back, tilting his head back for Bokuto. “May I continue—” he presses his open mouth under Akaashi’s jaw, “—now?” 

Akaashi sucks in a deep breath, his eyes rolling back. 

“Please,” he whines out, and Bokuto smiles against his skin. He slowly moves away, dragging his lips over Akaashi’s chest, pushing his legs up and over his shoulders. Akaashi watches him, eyes dark. He fidgets a little, adjusting himself on the bed as Bokuto settles between his legs. 

Bokuto takes Akaashi’s cock in his hand, slowly giving it a single stroke, watching as it tortures Akaashi. His head drops back, his mouth opening with small shallow breaths. Bokuto smiles to himself, then presses a kiss to the base of his cock and he can feel Akaashi shift his feet, squeezing his thighs against his head. He licks a stripe up the underside, and the flavor of the condom hits his tongue. It’s almost distracting, sweet and nothing like what he’d rather be swallowing. But he continues regardless, because as soon as he reaches the tip of Akaashi’s cock, the man’s back arches off the mattress, a moan breaking from between his lips. His hands fist into the sheets and Bokuto pushes him further, swallowing him down to the hilt and all together forcing his moan into a cry. 

“Koutarou— Kou—” he whimpers, his already sensitive cock sucked deep down Boktuo’s throat, and when Bokuto swallows around him his legs start to shake. Bokuto holds the base of his cock, squeezing as he slurps Akaashi down, twisting his hand to create a sleeve as his spit drips down from his mouth. 

Akaashi whines into the open room, crying out and pulling at the sheets. Bokuto can tell he’s trying to snuff them out, trying to muffle his moans, trying to keep his legs from shaking. But the strength of Bokuto’s tongue curled around Akaashi’s head doesn’t do much to help him stay quiet.

He isn’t sure what he’s doing, what to try or how to move his tongue. But he knows that Akaashi’s body seizes up when he swallows, and when he drags his tongue when he moves his head, his breath gets heavier. 

Bokuto pulls up with a pop, swirling his tongue over the head before pressing it flat against the slit, rubbing it and sucking it down again. As he sucks his other arm wraps around Akaashi’s thigh, holding tight to his hip, pinning him down to the bed when he tries to buck up into Bokuto’s mouth. 

“Fuck—” his voice cracks. His hand flies into Bokuto’s hair pulling and Bokuto glances up. 

Akaashi stares at him, eyes watery, with an open mouth and gasping for breath. When their eyes meet Akaashi whines again, biting into his lip, and he squeezes his thighs, boxing Bokuto in with him. Bokuto smiles and tilts his head to kiss the inside of Akaashi’s thigh, then slowly he sticks his tongue out, and licks a stripe, again, from the base of his cock along the underside to the tip. Akaashi throws his head back and sighs, groaning and his toes curl in the air, legs shifting along Bokuto’s back. 

He can feel Akaashi getting close, how his cock gets harder, swollen and pink when he pulls up. His thighs tighten around his ears, and Bokuto has to push them open, has to keep Akaashi spread for him. He sucks harder, pressing until Akaashi’s cock hits the back of his throat. He groans on him, the vibrations making Akaashi shiver and he has to hold Akaashi down as he shakes. Bokuto pulls off slowly, and sucks on just the tip, rounding his lips over the head swollen and throbbing with his tongue pressed to the slit. When he sucks back down, Akaashi pulls on Bokuto’s hair harder than before, his body shaking as he cries out and Bokuto can feel him cumming into his mouth. 

He can’t taste it, but he can feel the heat grow in his mouth as Akaashi’s cum fills the condom, spreading over his tongue. Akaashi gasps as his orgasm rushes through him, his body jerking and rolling with it. 

“Kou— oh— fuck— ko–” he gasps, babbling as his eyes roll back. Bokuto lifts off his cock, and lays his legs down. He moves to hover over him, a smile spread wide on his lips. Akaashi’s face is worn and fucked out, eyes lazy with a haze of pleasure as his mouth gapes open trying to catch his breath. He whimpers and tries to push a smile but he only manages to flutter his eyes, and it makes Bokuto giggle. 

Bokuto leans down to kiss Akaashi’s eyelid, and then the other, smiling through each kiss as Akaashi descends from his high. He traces his hands over Akaashi’s body, his fingers brushing along each rib, and he shivers with each touch, sensitive to every bit of contact Bokuto forces on him. He smiles as Bokuto does as he pleases, kissing along his collarbone and whispering into his skin how much he loves the noises Akaashi makes. 

Slowly Akaashi comes out of his daze, reaching up to cup Bokuto’s face, pulling him into a kiss. And somehow it’s slower than all the rest, it holds deeply without movement, as Akaashi wraps his arms around Bokuto’s shoulders. His hands grip tighter to Bokuto, as if he can’t possibly let go, kissing him until he’s forced to pull away to breathe. Bokuto pulls away finally, rolling off of Akaashi and laying back in the bed. His muscles ache from holding himself up and he closes his eyes, but he can feel Akaashi looking at him. His eyes are heavy on his skin, but he keeps them in silence, hoping that if he doesn’t speak he can make this moment last just a little longer. And Akaashi too, doesn’t say anything and the silence absorbs them for a few moments, they have nothing but themselves waiting. 

Akaashi sighs and sits up, and Bokuto opens his eyes, watching him. 

“We should clean up, your time is almost finished,” Akaashi whispers and Bokuto’s heart sinks. 

This was only supposed to be a stupid idea Kuroo gave him, this wasn’t supposed to be this serious. He wasn’t supposed to not want this to end. 

“Okay,” Bokuto responds, and watches as Akaashi stands and disappears into the bathroom. 

Bokuto hears the shower run for a few moments, and as Akaashi washes, Bokuto gathers his clothing. 

They both clean and pickup in silence, Akaashi changing out of the lingerie and into a pair of jeans. 

It’s quiet and methodical, and Bokuto feels Akaashi’s eyes ever so often glance at him. 

He hears Akaashi whisper something, as he picks up his bag, but he doesn’t hear what it is, only the hush of his voice in the air. 

“Do you have everything?” Bokuto asks, and Akaashi looks at him, finally. He smiles and smiles, nodding. Bokuto slings his bag over his shoulder, standing up straight and feeling to make sure he has the door key before following Akaashi out the door. 

They take the elevator down again, silently riding. Bokuto wants to stop it, stop it all. He wants to turn to Akaashi and kiss him again, to ask if he’s done something wrong suddenly, why he’s so quiet. But he doesn’t know if he has a right to. This is a transaction, it’s simple. The job is done and now Akaashi is leaving and Bokuto is only a client again. It was never special, it was never theirs, it was work, it was only him paying a stranger to love him for a moment behind closed doors. 

Akaashi turns in the key, thanking the clerk at the desk before walking out with Bokuto. They walk slowly, through the automatic door and into the sun. It’s brighter than Bokuto expected, time having moved slower, it feels as if it should be later. 

He turns to Akaashi, smiling. He holds onto his bag strap and squeezes it, he isn’t sure how to thank him for this, if he should thank him at all. 

“Um—” Bokuto hesitates and Akaashi waits for him to speak, “Thank you, I guess, this was— it was good, I’ll leave a good review.” And Akaashi giggles. 

He’s quiet again, and Bokuto’s about to turn when Akaashi’s mouth opens again. 

“I’m not— supposed to do this,” He says and Bokuto stalls, his heart racing in his chest. “It’s not allowed and I’m sorry if I’m being forward.” Bokuto’s heart races even harder. He knows he’s done something wrong, he’s offended him, he’s hurt him, he was too rough, he spoke too dirty, he was mean. Akaashi bows deeply and Bokuto stiffens. “Would you… would you be willing to go on a date with me, Bokuto-san?” Akaashi says it clearly and even though Bokuto can’t see his face he can picture how his brows tighten with a crease in the center of his forehead. 

“A date?” Bokuto’s shoulders relax and Akaashi nods.

“You’re very special Bokuto-san, and— and I want to learn more about that specialness, if that’s okay.” 

“YES!” Bokuto almost shouts and Akaashi jumps, standing straight, eyes wide with surprise. They both hold their breath for a moment, stiff and nervous, staring at each other. Bokuto feels the heat of his blush spread across his cheeks, his skin prickling with excitement. He gulps and then Akaashi smiles, a bright beautifully wide smile, he giggles and the sound makes Bokuto’s heart leap. 

“I look forward to it then.” He tilts his head to the side and Bokuto even in all his joy stays frozen, stricken with shock. He blinks and nods, the only thing he can manage. 

“Me too,” he whispers and it comes to him what Akaashi whispered back in the room. 

“But I don’t want to leave.”

Bokuto fidgets, unsure what to say or do, only staring as Akaashi hesitates as well. Akaashi fiddles with the string of his shopping bag.

He sets it down on the ground, taking the few steps towards Bokuto. Bokuto doesn’t react, only holds still as Akaashi wraps his arm around him and slips his hand into the back pocket of his jeans. Bokuto’s eyes widen, he sucks in a breath the feeling of Akaashi’s hand over his ass sending shivers up his spine. But as quickly as he slipped his hand in, Akaashi pulls away, bringing with him a slip of paper from Bokuto’s pocket. It’s the photograph of him that Bokuto had been looking at when he first arrived. 

“I’m surprised you printed this out,” He whispers and Bokuto nods, watching him. “I hate this photo of me.” 

“I love it!” Bokuto rushes to speak again, without thinking and without any caution. “You look gorgeous.”

Akaashi looks at Bokuto like he’s spoken too loudly, which he probably has, too close to Akaashi's ear. He looks at him from the side and his surprised expression slowly melts into a soft smile and then a blush.

“Thank you, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi averts his gaze, then takes the paper away and crouches down to his own bag. 

Bokuto tries to see what he’s doing, and hears the click of a pen, but can’t see anything over his shoulder. Akaashi takes a moment, crouched by the bag before he stands up again, turning and holding out the paper for Bokuto to take. 

He takes the photograph back, and flips it over to see numbers scrawled in loose and loopy handwriting. He reads over the numbers. 

“It’s my phone number, so you can call me.” Akaashi seems to try and say it confidently, but his voice shakes as he speaks and Bokuto smiles at that. He nods and looks back down at the numbers, squinting at them.

“Just to make sure, read them out to me,” he steps closer and holds the paper between them. Akaashi blinks then leans forward to look. He reads out his number to Bokuto who tries to commit them to memory. It was an excuse to keep talking, to make the moment longer so Akaashi won’t have to leave, and it works, as Akaashi reads to him and Bokuto gets lost in his voice for a moment, how sweet it is whispered again in his ear. 

“Thanks,” he whispers and Akaashi smiles up at him. 

He holds tight to his bag strap, as Akaashi stands close. He takes a step back, turning to leave. 

“I’ll see you again then, soon,” He says and Akaashi’s lips rip into a wide smile, sucking in a deep breath. He nods once, humming a yes. He watches as Bokuto turns. Bokuto takes a few steps, then stops. His hands twitch a little, his chest aching. 

Bokuto turns around, closing the few paces between them and leaning down into one final kiss. Akaashi gasps as their lips connect, his body jumping, as Bokuto’s hand comes up to cup his cheek, to tilt his head back and press urgently into his lips. He kisses him back in a second, melting forwards and wrapping his arms around him. Bokuto thinks how this is their first kiss, after all the others, this is the first that’s real. This has no payment, and it feels warmer and more dizzying than all the rest. He could die in this kiss, fall over and collapse into the haziness of Akaashi’s lips. 

Akaashi is the one to pull away first, sucking in a breath and hanging off of Bokuto. He stares at him, searching his eyes for anything, anything at all he’d be willing to say. Bokuto would stay for something as simple as small talk, even if it's the most random of topics, he’ll stay if Akaashi asks. 

“Call me tonight… please.” Akaashi says and he readjusts his arms around Bokuto’s shoulders. Bokuto nods, squeezing his hand on Akaashi’s waist. 

Akaashi slides away and smiles. He turns finally, and picks his bag up again. He only glances behind him once. He waves when he does. He does a little jog as he leaves. And Bokuto’s eyes simply can't pull away, because something wonderful just happened to him.