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Bokuto is a weak man when it comes to Akaashi Keiji.
He won’t ever try to deny it—in fact, Bokuto will gladly admit that to anyone he knows.
Akaashi Keiji can easily make Bokuto drop to his knees with just a simple look. Word. Touch.
Even just by breathing.
Akaashi is just too perfect that Bokuto finds himself constantly wondering how the hell he even ended up with Akaashi when the man could have quite literally anyone. How Bokuto got so damn lucky that Akaashi still chose to be with him.
He’ll never know—despite how many times Akaashi reassures him with words of affirmation—
It’s just too good to be true sometimes.
It might come off as pathetic and Bokuto genuinely does not care.
He will worship his boyfriend whenever he gets the chance to.
…Just like how he is right now as he kisses the smooth skin right under Akaashi’s jaw, hearing his boyfriend let out a small, dreamy sigh as he sleeps.
It’s not something they do often.
But Bokuto has been needier than usual lately—even though they went through two rounds of sex last night that had Akaashi knocking out right after their shower—
Bokuto still wanted more. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of Akaashi—even devouring him whole would probably still leave Bokuto hungry for more.
Blame it on the intense games Bokuto has had these past few weeks. And it’s not Bokuto’s fault that his boyfriend is someone that deserves to be appreciated whenever given the chance, okay?
So, Akaashi made a suggestion. One he very rarely brings up.
But every time he does—
It’s like telling Bokuto it’s Christmas morning or that he’s the ‘best volleyball player’ in the world.
Because not only does it give Bokuto the freedom to do whatever he likes to Akaashi—
But it also shows the immense trust Akaashi has in Bokuto.
That in the past, Akaashi would never consider letting Bokuto touch him while he was asleep. Not when Akaashi has been dealing with his issues regarding his body and everything that comes with it.
But Akaashi trusts Bokuto more than anything, now.
Enough to know Bokuto will never do anything to hurt Akaashi, not in a way Akaashi doesn’t like, that Bokuto knows what’s okay and what isn’t when it comes to sex for Akaashi.
Or that Bokuto won’t ever take things too far when Akaashi is at his most vulnerable: when he’s asleep.
So, here he is, running his tongue along Akaashi’s neck, savouring the sweetness of Akaashi’s skin all while Bokuto can feel his boyfriend sleep soundly underneath him.
There’s a thrill in knowing how much your boyfriend trusts you to let something like this happen.
That Akaashi is willing to put his entire body in Bokuto’s control without any hesitation.
And maybe that’s why Bokuto feels himself growing half-hard as he nips and sucks on Akaashi’s neck, careful not to add another purple mark to the already existing ones that Akaashi has from earlier.
Or it could be because Akaashi smells so good, his skin feels soft under Bokuto’s lips and hands, and he still manages to look so damn handsome—even when he’s dead asleep.
He makes his way down, and Bokuto slides one hand underneath the bottom hem of Akaashi’s shirt—which is really Bokuto’s that Akaashi has claimed as his own from here on out—and Bokuto splays his fingers out as he slides them up silky skin that’s wrung tight with muscles, feeling every breath Akaashi makes under the rough palm of his hand.
It’s no secret that Akaashi is physically smaller than Bokuto.
It’s evident whenever they’re near each other—Bokuto is broader, thick with muscles, and just a tad bit taller.
But that doesn’t mean Akaashi doesn’t have anything behind the clothes he wears.
The muscles are there whenever he flexes and moves—especially whenever he wears a fitted shirt or pants that hug his body in this delicious way that Bokuto always finds himself salivating at.
Akaashi has been going to the gym more frequently with Bokuto—and Bokuto can easily see the way it pays off when he rolls up Akaashi’s shirt to reveal his stomach and chest, planes of muscles lining Akaashi’s body in all the perfect places that Bokuto wants to run his tongue over.
Bokuto swipes a delicate thumb over one of Akaashi’s nipples, and Bokuto’s eyes flit over to watch Akaashi’s expression—humming to himself with contentment when all he sees is a slight twitch of Akaashi’s lashes against his cheekbones.
Akaashi’s nipple is pert and hard when Bokuto wraps his lips around one to suck on, and he tries to keep his own moans to a minimum as he flicks the very tip of his tongue over the nipple, his thumb coming down to gently brush over the scars that sit right below Akaashi’s chest.
It took a long time for Akaashi to feel comfortable with Bokuto touching him here.
It was more of a personal thing than worrying about what Bokuto would think—because the man made it abundantly clear that he did not care what Akaashi did to his body as long as Akaashi was happy. And that was enough for Bokuto.
But words can only go so far, and Akaashi needed more time to just…adjust. Feel comfortable with his new body and the sensations that come with it.
And Bokuto was more than willing to wait—take it at Akaashi’s pace.
It wasn’t a walk in a park—Bokuto will admit that much—but it was worth it.
Especially now, when Akaashi is a lot more confident in how he looks, and would respond so eagerly whenever Bokuto touches him—
Bokuto is so damn glad he waited.
It just sucks—only a little—that Bokuto won’t be able to hear or see Akaashi’s reactions this time as he plays with Akaashi’s nipple with his tongue while using one of his hands to roll the other nipple between his fingers.
Truthfully, Bokuto can go at this for a while.
He likes the feel of Akaashi’s chest—lean but still taut with muscles—under the palm of his hands. He revels in feeling the heat tingle under his lips as he drags his mouth from one nipple to the other, coupled with the occasional hitch in Akaashi’s breathing while he sleeps.
But he’ll have to save that for another time.
Bokuto doesn’t want to wake Akaashi up just yet—and he will if he lets himself get carried away with what he’s doing.
If Akaashi is going to wake up now, Bokuto wants it to at least be worth it.
Lips travel down Akaashi’s stomach, and Bokuto can’t help but let a small smile lift his mouth at the faint trail of hair that’s now leading down and disappears under the waistband of Akaashi’s boxers.
Bokuto doesn’t know why he finds that little bit so attractive on Akaashi, but it’s something that has heat stirring in his gut as he goes to graze his teeth over Akaashi’s hipbone before his face finds itself right where Bokuto likes it best—right between Akaashi’s thighs.
And Bokuto is ever more grateful that his boyfriend decided to not put back on his pants before bed—it just means one less layer between Bokuto and what he wants, and he sighs happily as he runs his hands over Akaashi’s legs, up his thighs, and he presses his fingers into the flesh to feel the muscles underneath.
“So warm,” Bokuto mutters to himself as he nestles his face right against Akaashi’s groin, the fabric of Akaashi’s boxers doing little to hide the outline of him and what lies under.
He mouths at Akaashi’s clothed cunt, and if Bokuto’s pride was intact whenever he was with Akaashi—he might have felt an ounce of shame at how fast his mouth begins to water at the faintest contact of his face against Akaashi’s cunt.
But all he can think about is getting to taste Akaashi. All he feels is how light and dizzy his head is at the feel of Akaashi against his mouth as he licks and kisses Akaashi’s cunt through the boxers—getting the underwear damp in the process.
And so far, the only thing Bokuto hears in return is the occasional sighs, so low and quiet, that leave Akaashi’s lips, and when he looks up before he’s tugging down Akaashi’s boxers—
He notes the knitted eyebrows wearing Akaashi’s face, and how his lips—always so nice and full—are slightly parted to let every breath in and out.
It tugs at Bokuto’s heart a little—how effortlessly good Akaashi looks—and he tucks his lower lips under his top teeth as he slips two fingers under the waistband of Akaashi’s underwear, and pulls it down as much as possible to expose Akaashi’s slit—
“Shit,” The curse slips out under Bokuto’s breath before he can even think about stopping it, and he lets out a quiet groan when he sees how wet Akaashi already is, his folds glistening in the dim lighting that spills into their room from the sun just barely rising outside.
Bokuto moves in, feeling warm thighs caress the sides of his face, and he turns his head to rest his lips on one of Akaashi’s inner thighs as a sharp exhale leaves his nose when he thumbs the outer lips of Akaashi’s pussy.
And for a moment, Bokuto lets his hands stay there—as if he’s trying to indulge in the warmth of the skin surrounding Akaashi’s cunt—all while Bokuto leaves small kisses along his boyfriend’s thigh, the need to bite and suck on every square inch of skin on Akaashi consumes Bokuto until his mind goes a little hazy.
Then—
Bokuto slides his fore and middle finger up Akaashi’s inner lips, coating his fingers with Akaashi’s arousal until the very tips of his fingers bump against the underside of the clit, and then he spreads his fingers apart—exposing all of Akaashi for Bokuto to admire.
It has Bokuto’s dick twitching in his sweatpants, and he wets his lips as he delicately wraps his lips around Akaashi’s clit to give it a soft kiss—then he runs the very tip of his tongue down Akaashi’s slit as he gradually opens his mouth until he reaches Akaashi’s entrance, then running the flat of the tongue back up and through his folds until it flicks at the clit.
This time, Bokuto can hear the break in Akaashi’s levelled breathing with a small hitch, and Bokuto finds himself grinning—all lazy and amused—as he teases the outer lips of Akaashi’s pussy with his tongue, then he nips at the curve of skin where his cunt and inner thigh meets all while Bokuto presses the pad of his thumb against the clit that’s slowly becoming more swollen the more he gives it attention.
Heat.
That’s the first thing that Akaashi registers when he’s pulled out of a dream he’s already starting to forget.
He’s not fully awake yet—sleep is still pulling at his edges, making everything fuzzy and thick. He keeps fading in and out of it, his mind hazy and his surroundings unknown.
But he’s a little more aware now to know that he feels hot.
In his face. Chest. Stomach. Especially his legs—
He feels the heat under his skin, buzzing and intense, and Akaashi’s face screws with confusion because he doesn’t remember it being so hot in their room at night.
Which leads to the next sensation that Akaashi notices—he’s wet between his thighs, and Akaashi grimaces because what the hell, is it that hot that he’s been sweating in his sleep?
There’s a small grunt that comes from the back of Akaashi’s throat, and he opens his legs a little more in hopes to cool himself off.
But then he hears another noise—a mumble or a groan from somewhere, his ears barely picking up on words that sound like “good” and “boy”. He must be dreaming still, right?
Akaashi lets out a heavy exhale—the wetness is still there, though—but he’s still too tired to make himself fully wake up yet.
The bed feels too comfy, and warm, and he barely sees any light streaming through his eyelids so he knows it’s either the middle of the night or too early in the morning.
He just wants to sleep a little more, he doesn’t want to get up.
Plus—
The warmth and moisture between his legs doesn't feel that...unpleasant. It's weird.
But it's something that he can tolerate as he lets sleep drag him back under and he turns his face to the side to partially cover it with a pillow.
It has pleasant heat spreading in his stomach, and he lets out a breathy sigh—feeling all pliant and soft and—
And then there’s cool air brushing against him, and Akaashi immediately frowns when he feels it right between his inner thighs where—
Oh.
Oh.
He’s not wearing his boxers, Akaashi realizes with a steady increase in his heart rate, as he takes in the realization that his most intimate part is exposed for anyone to see if they walked in right now.
A spot where he suddenly feels pressure pushing against it—something heavy and warm and wet sliding through him—and something firm, in what feels like fingers, pressing into the skin over his hips to keep him in place.
A groan slips out of Akaashi, and he blearily moves his head—his eyes slowly cracking open—as bolts of electricity wreck through him as sleepiness fades away and he becomes more awake.
He becomes more aware that there’s a body between his legs. That it’s not sweat but saliva tricking down his thighs and getting smeared all over.
That it’s Bokuto being the reason Akaashi feels so hot, that there’s a throbbing ache in his lower stomach, and that the buzzing heat under his skin is gradually growing heavier and needier.
Akaashi’s head still feels like it’s stuffed with a foggy haze, his body feels so droopy, but he still manages to blindly reach with one hand down his body until he feels loose, soft strands of Bokuto’s hair, and the only word he lets out is simple and laced with a moan. “‘Kou.”
It’s all starting to come back to Akaashi the more worked up he gets, and the pressure that he’s now realizing is a tongue becomes demanding against his soaked cunt.
He remembers what he told Bokuto last night. What he said Bokuto could do to him.
Akaashi remembers how anxious but also really excited at the idea of Bokuto using him even as he slept.
He doesn’t know why—maybe it’s because of the idea of Bokuto being so insatiable that he would fuck Akaashi even in his sleep—that does things to Akaashi. Like Bokuto can’t seem to get enough and always wants more of whatever Akaashi will give.
The only thing is that Akaashi just assumed Bokuto would fuck him—fill Akaashi with his cock until he had his fill, but—
Akaashi relaxes into a shuddering breath, his fingers scratching Bokuto’s scalp as the man’s hair caresses Akaashi’s thighs and his tongue eagerly laps at his clit.
—This is also good. Really fucking good.
“Morning, Keiji,” Akaashi hears a muffled voice, still rough from sleep, and Akaashi keens at the vibrations against his cunt as Bokuto continues to lick him with that insanely determined tongue of his.
The only reply Akaashi manages to give at the moment is a louder groan as he tugs on Bokuto’s hair, jerking into Bokuto’s touch and mouth as the pleasure overwhelms him so quickly with how Akaashi was merely thrown into it with no warning—a harsh wave of liquid heat waking him up and snapping all of his senses to focus on the orgasm that’s about to burst.
“Fuck,” Akaashi sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and he doesn’t mean to but—
His thighs squeeze together when Bokuto gives his sensitive clit quick, kitten licks—seemingly intent on getting Akaashi to crash so soon—and it has his thighs nearly suffocating Bokuto with how tight he’s clenching around the man’s head.
But if Bokuto’s answering groan and increasing fever in the way he eats Akaashi out is anything to go by—
Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind at all.
Because he doesn’t.
He loves feeling Akaashi’s thighs—so nice and smooth but also firm with muscles—around him, blocking out all of his senses and the only thing he knows is Akaashi and how he feels and tastes.
Bokuto revels in how Akaashi is growing more needy as he wakes up, and rocks his hips as he tries to fuck himself back in Bokuto’s mouth.
It makes Bokuto’s head spins and spurs him on as he uses both thumbs to spread Akaashi’s cunt wide and flick his tongue over that engorged clit—fast and hard as if he’s so damn thirsty he might die if he stops.
“God—Kou, shit—” The orgasm comes way too fast for Akaashi to prepare for it. To savour it.
It spears through him and has his spine snapping as his whole body catches fire, and pulsing waves of pleasure trickle through him.
Akaashi can’t speak, his mouth hanging open with a drawn-out moan, and he barely hears how Bokuto is groaning as well—his lips sucking on Akaashi’s clit until it starts to burn and Akaashi starts to shake at the overloading sensation of the push and pull between pleasure and pain.
And when Akaashi is left panting, beads of sweat dampening his curls, and his fingers grow lax in Bokuto’s hair—
Bokuto lets go of Akaashi’s oversensitive clit with a gentle pull, and he licks his lips as golden eyes flicker up to watch Akaashi.
How his chest billows as he tries to catch his breath, and Bokuto watches the line of Akaashi’s throat bob with a thick swallow.
“…” Bokuto presses a smile into one of Akaashi’s inner thighs, his teeth delicately grazing the skin, and his thumb moves to prod at Akaashi’s hole—and Bokuto lets out a low breath through his nose at how wet Akaashi is.
And Akaashi shivers at the small push of the tip of Bokuto’s thumb into him.
It’s not unwelcome, but it’s still so soon with how sensitive Akaashi feels down there.
His body feels like a puddle, and Akaashi is ready to go back to sleep after that pleasant—yet sudden—orgasm he just had.
He should at least say something, though. And he prepares to do just that as Akaashi swallows—noting how dry his mouth feels—and wets his slightly chapped lips.
But—
“Fuck—” Akaashi gasps instead, and his fingers instantly grip onto Bokuto’s strands—his words cut off in his throat—when he feels the same slick tongue replace the thumb that was playing with his hole, and he squeezes his legs to close reflexively. “Kou, wait—”
It’s not that he doesn’t want Bokuto to go again—hell, Akaashi loves the oversensitivity and Bokuto knows it.
But he feels bad being the only one getting an orgasm right now. He wants to please Bokuto now that he’s fully awake and aroused.
And yet—
“One more.”
“I—” Akaashi gulps, seemingly unable to take a damn breath, and a shiver wracks through him, heat exploding at his nerve endings when Bokuto circles Akaashi’s wet entrance with his tongue. "Huh?"
“Just one more,” It almost sounds like a plea with how throaty and velvet-heavy Bokuto’s voice sounds—breathless like he’s drunk off just eating Akaashi out—and Akaashi thinks he’s too weak to deny Bokuto anything when he asks so nicely as he runs his thumb up and down Akaashi’s folds. “Please, Keiji…just one more.”
God—how do you even say ‘no’ when Bokuto is practically begging to have his mouth on Akaashi like that?
Especially when Akaashi moves up to lean on his elbows, and tips his chin down to already find hooded honey eyes staring back at him—they’re so murky with desire and plea—with tousled hair that has Akaashi’s heart leaping in his throat.
Sometimes, Akaashi wonders how the hell he got so lucky to have Bokuto all to himself.
“…” Akaashi huffs out a breath, a little amused and a little exasperated, and goes to lay his head back into the pillow, throwing one arm across his eyes as he closes them, and his other hand loosens in Bokuto’s hair, appreciating how only he gets to see Bokuto without the insane amount of gel covering his signature hairstyle. “You’re unbelievable.”
He says that, and yet Bokuto watches how Akaashi’s thighs fall open to give Bokuto more room to work with—acting as some silent permission for Bokuto to do as he pleases.
And Bokuto grins, triumphant, as he moves to hook his hands under Akaashi’s thighs. His voice is sweet and thick like it’s been dipped in dark chocolate. “And you still love me.”
Even if Akaashi has something to say to that, his mouth already forming a smile as they open—
He doesn’t get the chance to because Bokuto is quick on lifting Akaashi’s legs over his broad shoulders to rest on, and Bokuto is eagerly pushing forward to have his mouth back where he needs them.
Slick excitement spirals up Akaashi’s spine when he feels Bokuto’s warm lips on him, causing Akaashi’s eyes to wrench open with a faint gasp.
This time, when Bokuto puts his mouth back on Akaashi’s cunt—he’s slow at first.
Languid licks of his tongue run from the bottom to the top of Akaashi’s slit, feeling and treasuring how Akaashi pulses against him as Bokuto gradually builds the arousal that’s beginning to simmer in Akaashi’s stomach again.
Bokuto takes his time with it.
Low groans and huffs of breath leave Bokuto as he traces different patterns through Akaashi’s folds, his hands making a firm presence as it runs up Akaashi’s legs and hips, and Bokuto’s tongue is more worshipful with the way he licks Akaashi’s cunt and occasionally dipping into Akaashi’s hole.
Akaashi will never understand it but—
Bokuto makes it seem like he’s doing this for himself just as much as it is for Akaashi—like he enjoys eating Akaashi out as much as Akaashi likes having Bokuto’s mouth on him.
Of course, Akaashi isn’t complaining as Boktuo closes his lips to pull his clit into his mouth—his tongue giving firm strokes over and over until the tension inside Akaashi spreads so thin and hot that he swears it’s about to snap.
It’s just…it honestly feels surreal to Akaashi because what man begs to go down on their partner?
Apparently, Bokuto does.
And that feeling alone is intoxicating.
Time seems to blur the longer Bokuto works at Akaashi’s cunt, his strokes growing faster and hungrier with a bit more pressure, his attention focusing more on the clit to add sparks of heat slicking up Akaashi’s spine.
Then Bokuto slides his mouth down, and the hand above Akaashi’s face quickly moves to grip the sheets when he feels Bokuto’s tongue push inside him—fucking him with a newfound intensity that has Akaashi nearly crushing Bokuto’s head with his thighs.
It’s not the same whenever Bokuto fingers him or has his dick inside Akaashi—it doesn’t give that same satisfying feeling of being full.
But Bokuto’s tongue is hot and so wet and flexible—
And Bokuto is an insatiable lover that will try to get his tongue as deep as it can go—the very tip of it just barely grazing over Akaashi’s sweet spot, causing Akaashi to let out a wet moan and jerk his hips into Bokuto’s face.
Bokuto doesn’t even care that he has saliva running down his chin with some of Akaashi’s arousal coating him.
Not when Akaashi is gripping onto his hair and fucking himself on Bokuto’s tongue—blindly chasing that second orgasm and letting out unashamed moans to colour the air around them—and Bokuto swears he can feel his cock leaking just by that alone.
And the thing about Bokuto is that the way he is and acts in his everyday life translates well into how he is in bed.
He’s passionate and messy when he eats Akaashi out—putting his all into it, loud as ever with the groans he lets out against Akaashi’s cunt, and he’s not one for being delicate.
He gets saliva and Akaashi’s fluids everywhere, sloppy and uncaring how messy it may get as he curls his tongue inside Akaashi’s hole, licking his way through drenched folds until his tongue is undulating against Akaashi’s swollen clit—
He just wants more. He wants Akaashi to feel good.
And Akaashi thinks he might drown from the intensity of it all as his muscles grow tight, and he inhales short, deep breaths that are tinged with a groan.
A litany of curses falls from Akaashi’s lips when Bokuto decides to slip his middle finger in—not too far, but enough to tease Akaashi and massage that spongey spot inside him.
“Oh god—” Akaashi clenches around Bokuto’s finger, his hips bucking up in response.
And Boktuo grunts—one hand coming down to hold Akaashi’s hips to keep him pinned in place, while his other hand is busy fucking Akaashi all while his thumb is strumming his cunt.
And it shouldn’t be so hot that Bokuto can keep Akaashi down with just one hand like that—
But at the moment—it has Akaashi growing so heated in his cheeks and his pussy pulses at the fact that Bokuto can casually show off his strength like that with barely any effort.
It’s also what has Akaashi finally cumming for the second time.
“Fuck—Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Koutarou—”
Heat burns in Akaashi’s chest, his cheeks tingle, his sense of hearing is gone, and he thinks he might actually stop breathing as his orgasm throbs through him—consuming him as white-hot pleasure spreads and his back arches as much as it can as he moans with Boktuo’s name on his tongue.
And Bokuto watches with half-lidded eyes as Akaashi throws his head back, his chest rising and falling so rapidly as he cums on Boktuo’s fingers and tongue, all while Boktuo works him through it—his finger never stopping while he flicks his tongue over Akaashi’s clit with fast strokes until he can feel the strain in his mouth.
Bokuto doesn’t stop until he feels Akaashi’s body violently twitching, and he hears Akaashi’s moan bleeding into broken gasps and sobs as the pleasure turns into pain and overstimulation.
But even then—
He doesn’t let up without giving Akaashi’s—now dripping—cunt one wide lick with his tongue. As if Bokuto wants to cherish everything and how Akaashi tastes.
Like the man can’t bear the thought of parting from it before he reluctantly leans back with a heavy breath, and wipes his mouth with his thumb, panting as he recovers from basically suffocating himself between Akaashi’s legs.
Everything feels slow and out of place as Akaashi gradually comes back to himself.
It feels like forever when everything isn’t so hot and blurry, and Akaashi can breathe again as he inhales a long, heavy breath.
It’s not an easy task for Akaashi to lift his legs off Bokuto’s shoulders to let them fall on the bed—he feels so limp and worn out and he didn’t even do anything.
Huffing out a breath, Akaashi grimaces a little at all the wetness on his body starting to cool from the air—but his face quickly smooths into a peaceful cadence when he feels Bokuto’s hands come back to cover his body, fingers working on Akaashi’s thighs with a gentle massage.
And, eventually, Bokuto breaks the comfortable silence with a soft voice. “You okay?”
Such a simple question and it never fails to do things to Akaashi’s heart whenever Bokuto always asks.
Akaashi hums, stretching his legs, and finally look down—
Only for his face to light up with surprise at how utterly debauched Bokuto looks.
His chin is shiny with either saliva or Akaashi’s fluids—or perhaps both, he can’t tell—and Bokuto’s hair is a mess, locks falling everywhere that makes Akaashi’s heart do little flips in his chest.
It’s a sight that Akaashi barely stifles a small snort from, trying to hide his smile behind the back of his palm as he nods with a hum. “I feel great, just tired.”
Bokuto figures given the sleepy eyes Akaashi is looking at him with.
A seemingly proud grin forms on Bokuto’s face, and he gives Akaashi’s thighs a light squeeze before he moves off the bed. “Good, we still have some time for sleep before we need to get ready.”
Akaashi frowns, too lazy to turn his head up to look at the digital clock on their nightstand. “What time is it?”
Bokuto’s answering wince in his eyes is nothing short of sheepish. “Too early.”
And that’s all he gives Akaashi before he turns to leave for the restroom to wash his face, all while Akaashi allows his body to sink into the mattress—feeling pleasantly content and soft—as he waits for Bokuto to come back to sleep with him.
Even if the bed is a little damp and Akaashi feels sticky from Bokuto’s ministrations—
He doesn’t care when Bokuto pulls him against a hard chest—so warm and secure—and he’s giving Akaashi a slow and sweet kiss on the lips before they slip back to sleep for a few more hours.
They can wait until later on to shower and clean up.
For now—Akaashi is too relaxed and comfortable to even fathom the idea of getting out of bed and leaving Bokuto’s side as his lashes flutter shut, and his heart feels full.