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Akaashi was in control.

Akaashi was always in control. He knew what he needed to do to achieve his goals, to be a good person, a good friend, a good son. What Akaashi didn't know was how he got himself into this situation. He and Bokuto were friends. Best friends. Or so Akaashi thinks. Anyways. Akaashi knew Bokuto. Somewhat. There were a lot of things about Bokuto he didn't know, their ace was always full of surprises. Akaashi enjoyed that about him. He enjoyed not being in full control of Bokuto. Because, no one could control Bokuto, their bumbling ace, full of love and excitement. Constant excitement. It was fun. Akaashi loved being around him. To bask in his light. He'd always been in the shade before meeting Bokuto. He had been content, too. Akaashi would never be content with living in the shade after being exposed to him. After loving him. But he couldn't control love, and he definitely couldn't control Bokuto. He wasn't in control of this one thing, and while it annoyed him to no end, it also set a fire that Akaashi feared might burn a little too brightly.

It was the end of Akaashi´s second year of high school. The third year's graduation ceremony would be in just a week, and his Bokuto would leave Fukurodani. He knew this day would come. It was just another one of those things he couldn't control. Still, he wondered what practice would be like without Bokuto. Akaashi had gotten so used to Bokuto and his mood swings. Bokuto´s presence lit up the gym no matter his mood. He was going to miss him. Would he and Bokuto keep in touch, even after the two went on to different schools? Their paths were breaking a part, and so was his heart. His heart was dying. It devastated him. This was just another thing Akaashi had no control over. The flow of time ran like sand through his fingers, so quickly lost. Akaashi had lost so much time before he realized how much control he had over how he spent it. Even so, it felt as though he never had enough of it. There were so many things he wanted to do. So many things he wanted to do with Bokuto. So, when Bokuto was once again blabbering on after practise, Akaashi thought nothing of it. It was the usual boys locker room talk.

“Man, I can't believe I'm actually graduating!” Bokuto groaned. Sitting sprawled out on the floor.

“Isn't that a good thing?” Washio questioned.

“No!” Bokuto protested, “I´m gonna be forced to leave my precious kouhai to fend all for themselves!”

“Honestly, I think your so-called `precious kouhai´ will be much better without you,” Konoha piped in. Akaashi couldn't help but chuckle, “Besides, they´ll still have Akaashi,” he pointed out.

Akaashi flushed at the mention of his name. He still couldn't believe he was chosen for the position. Honestly, he didn't really want it. Him as captain solidified the fact that Bokuto was going to leave. And if there was one thing he didn't want, it was for Bokuto to leave. The thought of coming to practice with their bubbling ace missing felt too unfamiliar, too out of the question. But his teammates counted on him. Bokuto counted on him. He'd told him so once after practice, on their way home. It was the day their coach had pulled him aside to tell him. Somehow, maybe because he was their captain, Bokuto had known before everyone else. Akaashi remembered their walk home being unusually quiet. With the end of the year coming to a close, the two of them had a lot on their minds. When Bokuto finally spoke up, he voiced his concerns over what the summer would bring with it. The loss of his team, his future, their future. He'd spoken about staying in touch, despite the busy schedule that came with being a pro-athlete, which Bokuto was definitely going to be. All these things e glossed over within seconds until he came to the point.

“I'll be leaving the team to you, Akaashi,” Bokuto had said in an uncharastically serious tone, “Coach probably already told you, right? Whatever, I just- I insisted on it, and you better not reject the position!” Bokuto said, pointing an accusatory finger at Akaashi, as if he knew what he´d been thinking. “No one else can take it, ok?,” it was less of a question or a suggestion, it was a command. And who was Akaashi to say no to his captain.

Bokuto sighed on the floor of the locker room, “ you´re right, I think Akaashi´s already been the captain for two years already,” he laughed, “you won´t need this useless senpai afterall.”

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, spinning around to look at the only one still in his uniform, “you know that's not true, we´re going to have a hard time without our ace.”

Bokuto laughed at Akaashi´s compliment, “thanks ´kaashi, but honestly, there's still one thing that bugs me even more,” hee grumbled.

Akaashi shook his head, “and what could that be, Bokuto-san?” he asked, playing along. He assumed it was going to be a request like, “I´d like Akaashi to set for me!”, or “Buy me one last meat bun?”. He definitely didn't expect the next words to come out of Bokuto´s mouth would be,

“I can't believe I'm ending my highschool career as a total virgin!” he groaned, throwing his body to the floor with a sigh, “I haven't even kissed anyone.”

The boys around the locker room stared at one another in amusement. Akaashi didn´t know what to say. He wasn't exactly used to these conversations. Yes, Bokuto definitely had complained on the subject before, and Akaashi usually stayed quiet, letting Bokuto talk his heart out. He was in the exact same situation, but didnt know if Bokuto was up for his input as a gay boy. His sexuality wasn't a secret, he'd never formally come out. Even so, the fact was pretty much common knowledge even with him only mentioning it in passing.

“Y´know, it's not too late,” Konoha teased.

“C´mon Konoha! Where am I gonna find someone to kiss within a week?” Bokuto complained, hands flailing around in desperation. Akaashi´s face flushed at his own thoughts of volunteering. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a knowing smile on Washio´s face, which darkened the color on his face.

Many of their teammates had filed out of the room during Bokuto´s complaints, not caring to listen to their dramatic ace still lying on the floor. Only the four of them remained. Konoha seemed to finally notice the fact, and another knowing but more crue smile was sent in Akaashi´s direction. Oh no.

“Hey, Washio, we should go,” he said, still not looking away from Akaashi. Washio turned to Konoha before realizing his intentions of leaving poor Akaashi to fend for himself.

Washio only laughed, shaking his head, he sent a pitiful glance at a panicked Akaashi. He outhed a `sorry´, before the two of them left after exchanging their goodbyes with unsuspecting Bokuto. Akaashi only flipped them the bird when they turned to him to say goodbye. Petty, yes, but definitely satisfying. The door slammed after the last two of their teammates disappeared, leaving only Akaashi. Bokuto, and an awkward tension. Well, the awkwardness seemed to rest solely on Akaashi´s shoulders, as Bokuto lay on the floor relaxed as ever.

“Man, it really is a bummer,” Bokuto sighed.

“Hm?”

“Not having kissed someone,” he laughed, “it seems kinda stupid, huh? But man, I was so convinced I´d get a girlfriend in highschool,” Bokuto explained.

“Is that so?” Akaashi said. The hurt of those words cut deeper than he let on. Of course, he knew Bokuto was most likely straight, but he´d always secretly hoped.

“What about you? You never talk about girls,” Bokuto observed, “what do you think?”

“Um- I,” he'd “come out” so many times before, why was this suddenly so hard? “I´m gay?” Akaashi said, uncertainty spilling into his voice.

“Oh,” Oh? Shit, what does THAT mean? “Should've guessed,” Bokuto laughed. Oh. Akaashi looked up, terrified by the vague answer. Bokuto must´ve seen the terror in his eyes, he rushed to say, “oh, no, it's fine! Gay is cool! I actually think I might be bi but that's not the point here. The point is that I totally support you, man!” Bokuto rambled on mindlessly. Akaashi barely caught Bokuto´s own coming out.

“You're bi?” Akaashi couldn´t believe it, it was way too good to be true.

“Um, yeah, I guess I am,” Bokuto trailed off, and an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Something about the atmosphere had changed, and Akaashi was almost certain that it wasn't just him. Something told him that they were both thinking the same thing. “Y´know, about me never having kissed anyone-,”

“I´ll do it, Bokuto-san.”

What possessed him to say those words, Akaashi truly didn't know. Did he regret it? Not yet. Would he regret it? Probably yes. He´d had the biggest crush on Bokuto since the first time he saw the guy during orientation, back in middle school when his class visited Fukurodani. Now, they had been on the same team for two years and to say his affections had grown stronger would´ve been an understatement. So why was he here, at Bokuto´s house, about to spend the night with him to- to what exactly? Kiss? It seemed awfully ridiculous. Still, he followed Bokuto up the stairs. The guy hadn't ended up changing out of his uniform, the two of them anxious to get started, but decided the clubroom wasn´t the place for a hot´n heavy makeout session. The nervousness pooled at the pit of his stomach. His mind kept on racing. Filtering through hypothetical scenarios. The anxiety over what was going to happen drowned any rationality Akaashi might've had. The flight up the stairs felt like an eternity. As if he was climbing the staircase to heaven. Or, more accurately, the highway to hell with morning traffic without morning coffee.

Bokuto reached the second floor before him. Akaashi´s breath got caught in his throat, seeing Bokuto staring down at him nervously. He swallowed hard, catching up to Bokuto. His ace grabbed his hand, leading Akaashi to his room. Alright. They were doing this. Akaashi had to swallow again, his saliva felt thick. It's alright. He was still in control. Bokuto moved to sit down on his bed. Shit. Akaashi fiddled nervously with the hem of his shirt, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

“C´mere,” Bokuto said, patting the spot next to him. Akaashi sat down. “You nervous?” he asked, placing a hand on Akaashi´s thigh. As if that would make his nerves die down. Akaashi nodded. “`s alright, ´kaashi, I'm nervous too,” he admitted.

Akaashi let out a shivering breath. He was going to die. Bokuto was so close, their noses only inches apart, and he looked into his eyes. His eyes which stared into his own with such earnesty and compassion. As if he had nothing to hide. No walls. Always loving. With nothing to lose, but so much to give. And he was willing to give, even something so intimate, to someone like Akaashi. His heart swelled with love. Akaashi admired this boy more than life itself. More than he´d admired anyone. Bokuto was the best person he'd ever met. If anything, Akaashi wanted to give to him too. Give him something precious, something no one could take away from him. Something as true and earnest as those eyes. Akaashi brushed the side of his nose against Bokuto´s. They were close, so close. He could feel Bokuto´s breath hot against his skin. Shit.

“Can I?” Akaashi whispered. Oh, Jesus christ. His upper lip brushed up against Bokuto´s as he spoke.

“Mhm,” Bokuto´s breath shivered. His eyes darted all over Akaashi´s face nervously.

Akaashi leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Bokuto´s lips. They parted soon after. It seemed a little underwhelming, both clearly wanting to move in for more. So, Akaashi took the initiative and closed the gap. Akaashi tilted his head and parted his lips slightly, giving Bokuto time to catch up. Which he quickly did. Their mouths moved against one another with effort, both uncertain of their own actions. It wasn´t until Akaashi moved a hand to the back of Bokuto´s neck, that the kiss began to deepen. Akaashi decided to be brave, plunging his tongue into the other's mouth. Bokuto caught on quickly again, taking hold of Akaashi´s waist with one hand, the other still resting on his thigh. Sitting side to side was incredibly impractical, Akaashi decided. He had to part ways with Bokuto´s outh for only a second to move onto his lap. It didn't take long for them to get right back into it. This time, with Akaashi and Bokuto´s lap. The guy under him seemed to really enjoy the position, which was made obvious by the growing bulge poking at his ass.

Akaashi´s thoughts raced at the feeling, the panic settled uneasily within him. Bokuto was hard. He was hard because of kissing Akaashi. Meanwhile, his own cock began twitching to life. Bokuto brought both hands to Akaashi´s waist. Their makeout session exceeded the prior agreement when Bokuto began palming his ass. Or maybe Akaashi had already crossed that line by sitting in Bokuto´s lap. Whatever the case, the line had been crossed and neither wanted to go back anymore. Though, Akaashi´s brain was still screaming at him to stop this, push himself off of Bokuto, call it a day and never speak of this again. Leave before doing something both of them would regret. Afterall, Akaashi´s feelings were not shared, right?

“Akaashi,” Bokuto moaned against his mouth. The sound was music to Akaashi´s ears. Oh God, how he wished to hear more. Just a little more, Akaashi thought. Just a little more.

Akaashi pulled away from Bokuto´s mouth to lay kisses all over Bokuto´s neck, making little marks of red and purple where he sucked a bit softly. Bokuto continued moaning little encouragements, letting Akaashi know exactly how good it felt. A sound of approval escaped Akaashi´s throat. Bokuto bucked his hips upward, rutting against Akaashi´s unsuspecting ass. He yelped in surprise.

“Shit, I´m so sorry ´kaashi,” Bokuto hurried to apologize, his voice rough and breathless. It was so unfamiliar and so, so incredibly hot. He wanted nothing more than to make Bokuto into a mess, moaning with that exact voice, breaking apart because of him. He really was making this rough for himself, how could he ever walk away from this.

“Do you want to go further,” Akaashi asked, once again, the words had slipped out without him wanting them to. Akaashi was just about to retract his request when-

“Yeah-, Yeah, I´d like that,” Bokuto stammered, breathless.

Shit. This really was going to be the end of Akaashi. He would either die from Bokuto´s sincere wanting, or just straight up overheat from embarrassment, most likely both. Akaashi attacked Bokuto´s mouth almost as soon as he´d agreed to his proposition. He grinded his hips down on Bokuto´s cock, causing the boy beneath him to gasp against his mouth. Akaashi took the opportunity to catch Bokuto´s lower lip between his teeth, biting down gently, but pulling. The staggered breath that followed seemed to be one of both pain and pleasure. Akaashi´s hands travelled all across Bokuto´s chest, taking in the shape of him through the thin layer of his uniform. It wasn´t enough, he wanted to feel his skin directly. Assuming it was fine, Akaashi´s hands gripped at the hem of Bokuto´s shirt, tugging it up over his chest, over his head. Once their kisses were broken by their forced parting, Akaashi opted to kiss the plump flesh that formed Bokuto´s pecs, insead of his lips. It wouldn't have been completely inaccurate for Akaashi to call them boobs. They were surely big enough. Akaashi couldn't help but worship the body part, kissing all over them, gripping and palming them as they gres solid from tension.

“Akaashi, stop,” Bokuto whined, “that's so embarrassing.”

Akaashi was terribly sad to leave Bokuto´s titts alone, but complied nonetheless, “sorry, Bokuto-san.” Afterall, he really didn't want to end this by upsetting Bokuto. He was fully willing to comply with every wish his captain made.

With the loss of his plaything, Akaashi decided Bokuto´s clothed cock would be his next target. He had to uve himself back onto Bokuto's thighs, making enough room for his hand to palm at the erection. The poor gym shorts were stretching themselves thin around Bokuto´s length. These shorts really were unforgiving, not leaving a single inch hidden, outlining the side of Bokuto´s cock perfectly, beautifully. Bokuto's breathing staggered at the sudden attention. Embarrassed, he kissed Akaashi, forcing his own mouth quiet with a kiss. Akaashi chuckled against his quivering lips. They kissed like that for a while, with Akaashi´s hand over Bokuto´s cock. It was nice, but it wasn't nearly enough for either of them.

Once again being the first to move, Akaashi pushed himself off of Bokuto. Subtly motioning for him to move further into the bed. Bokuto leaned against his wall, pillows propped up behind his back, legs sprawled out on the bed, Akaashi climbed up in between Bokuto´s open legs. Bokuto brought his legs up, probably involuntarily, putting up a useless defense. Akaashi was already in between them. He leaned down, grabbing hold of the back of Bokuto´s thigh experimentally. There was no rejection on Bokuto´s part, still, Akaashi felt obligated to ask.

“Can I?”

“Mhm,” Bokuto nodded, refusing to speak or look at Akaashi. His cheeks red with embarrassment. He was just too damn cute.

Tearing his eyes away from Bokuto´s adorable face, he focused his attention on the tent in Bokuto´s shorts. He closed in on it relatively quickly. To his surprise, the climate in between Bokuto's thighs was completely different from the rest of the room. Akaashi breathed in his scent. The air around his thighs was humid and his skin was wet from sweat. Bokuto´s thighs. Oh God. They were right there. Right there and trembling, the muscles flexing under his touch. Bokuto's knee pads usually reached all the way up his shorts, but this position let Akaashi see a sliver of skin. That tiny detail sent shivers down Akaashi´s spine, giving him a hunger he didn't know existed. He leaned over, breathing heavily against the skin. All he could see, all he could smell, all he could think, it was Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto. His Bokuto. He was panting too, a hand buried in Akaashi´s hair, tugging gently. Akaashi pressed a kiss to his thigh. The ace groaned, tightening his grip on Akaashi´s hair. In turn, Akaashi moaned against the flesh. He used a hand to push Bokuto´s shorts up further, giving himself more skin. More Bokuto. Akaashi continued to move up Bokuto´s thigh, leaving long gentle kisses along trembling muscles. God. He was wonderful.

“Akaashi,” Bokuto whined, stretching his name in his usual manner, “please, stop teasing.”

“Sorry, Bokuto-san,” his apology was muffled by Bokuto´s thighs.

He glanced up at Bokuto. The ace was looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and hunger. The angle made Bokuto´s chin curl in an unflattering way, but somehow he still managed to make Akaashi weak in the knees with a flush of red on his cheeks. His cheek squished against the hard muscle as he smiled. Bokuto smiled back, bringing a hand to cup his other cheek. God, he´s wonderful. How the hell did he get here? Why the hell would someone like Bokuto let Akaashi do something like this? Let Akaashi squish against him, let him press kisses to the most sensitive and private part of him. How could he let Akaashi selfishly indulge in this sweet suffocating aroma of sweat. His heart swelled at the thought of sweet, sweet Bokuto squirming in endless agonizing pleasure, all because of him. How could he ever stop doing this? Akaashi pushed Bokuto´s leg up to press more kisses under Bokuto´s shorts. He nuzzled his face into the crease where Bokuto´s thighs met his pelvis. Bokuto squirmed under him, his grip in Akaashi´s hair tightening enough to cause pain. Akaashi let out a trembling breath against twitching thighs. He moaned Bokuto´s name, making the ace push his thighs against one another, squishing Akaashi's face. Akaashi could barely breathe but didn't want to hurt the ace, so he stayed still until Bokuto came to his senses. Though, he definitely didn't mind Bokuto´s suffocating thighs surrounding him.

“Sorry, Akaashi,” he apologized sheepishly, spreading his legs so Akaashi could get some air.

“It's alright, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi insisted, kissing Bokuto´s thigh again. Akaashi hummed against Bokuto´s thigh. He looked up at Bokuto´s pained expression while tracing his fingers under the hem of his shorts, ever so slightly brushing against the skin. “Why don´t you take these off for me, Bokuto-san?”

“Um- yeah, yeah sure,” Bokuto stammered, “yeah- let me just,” he said, pushing his hips upward to get the shorts over his butt. Akaashi chuckled as Bokuto struggled to get the shorts over his ankles. Soon Bokuto settled back on the bed, looking at Akaashi expectedly.

Akaashi looked at him amused, partly because Bokuto´s underwear had little owls on them, and partly because, “not going to take off your underwear?”

“Oh,” Bokuto said, “oh, yeah- sorry,” he started taking off his boxers in a rush.

“No, wait, it's alright,” Akaashi said, crawling back over to Bokuto, “I'll help.”

Akaashi got close to Bokuto, hesitantly kissing him, sliding his fingers under the elastic band and sliding his fingers around it. He loved the way Bokuto´s breath dragged out. Akaashi looked down, seeing the already impressive bulge. Fuck. That was Bokuto´s cock. The thought sent Akaashi´s mind swirling. Jesus christ. He'd seen Bokuto naked before, they were on the boy´s volleyball team, for crying out loud. But Akaashi knew his size was nothing to laugh at, even when flacid, he had been exposed to the sight many times. But this was different. This was Bokuto´s hard cock. That was hard because of him, Akaashi. And Akaashi would be allowed to make Bokuto cum. To see Bokuto cum. Carefully, Akaashi slipped the boxers over Bokuto´s hips, letting his cock free to stand tall. The skin around was shaved smooth, the tip of his dick glistened with precum. Jesus christ, he was going to fucking die.

“Akaashi,” Bokuto whined, “stop starin´, ´s embarrassin.”

“Sorry, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi apologized, hurriedly slipping Bokuto´s underwear off completely and throwing them on the floor.

“So, um-,” Bokuto stammered, “what´re you going to do?”

Akaashi stared down at the dick in front of him, “I don´t know,” he said honestly, “what would you like me to do?” he asked, looking to Bokuto for guidance.

“Um, I don´t know,” Bokuto said uncertainly, “I've never- I've never done this before.”

“It's alright, Bokuto-san, we´ll figure it out,” Akaashi said, bringing a hand to trace his fingers along the sides of Bokuto´s cock.

Bokuto´s breath staggered, a beautiful sound. He wanted to hear more of it. So much more. Akaashi tightened his grip. His fingertips didn´t touch. With a hitching breath, Akaashi began pumping the length. Bokuto´s voice came out in pants and whimpers, creating the most beautiful moans Akaashi had ever heard. Then again, porn was his only reference. For the record, Akaashi found bokuto more attractive than any pornstar ever. Bokuto´s hips twitched upward ever so slightly, and he trembled. His muscles that decorated his stomach like carvings flexed as he buckled in pleasure. His muscles had always been impressive, his back, his thighs, his arms, every part of him was bulky with muscle. He was truly beautiful, with a build similar to sculptures built from clay, like Michelangelo himself carved him out of stone. Akaashi traced his fingers over the divine line dividing his right hip and his pelvis. The slight dip intrigued him. Akaashi fixed his positioning, kissing the spot while keeping up a steady rhythm with his one hand. Bokuto seemed to enjoy his kisses, Akaashi noted, kissing the spot, again, and again. Akaashi licked a trail from the bottom of the line, all the way to the tip of Bokuto´s hip bone. His skin left a salty sting on Akaashi´s tongue. The taste was addicting. Akaashi licked at the skin again, sucking on a spot before biting down gently. Bokuto´s shivering breath filled his ears, drowning Akaashi with thoughts of only Bokuto.

“Akaashi,” Bokuto moaned, his voice low and raspy.

Akaashi whimpered against bokuto´s hip, he'd forgotten to keep up his rhythm, hand resting at the base of Bokuto´s cock. God. Ok. Akaashi took a second to mentally prepare himself before creating a trail of kisses down Bokuto´s pelvis. Akaashi pressed his mouth to the curve, kissing the spot. The smell was stuffy, almost suffocatingly bitter, and not to mention sweaty. Akaashi couldn't help but breathe in the aroma.

“Akaashi,” Bokuto whispered, “did you just sniff me?” Akaashi instantly felt the shame rising in him, and pushed himself to sit upright.

“Sorry, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi apologized, heat rising to his face.

“You're so weird Akaashi,” Bokuto laughed.

“Sorry.”

“`s alright,” Bokuto said, “I like it when you´re weird.”

Akaashi felt his heart skip a beat. Oh God. This was going to be the end of him. Bokuto ruffled his hair, and Akaashi leaned back down, coming face-to-face with Bokuto´s dick. Oh God, it was huge. It was relatively average in length, not much bigger than his own, but it was thick. Too thick for him to even wrap a hand around it properly. Even so, he positioned himself above it, opened his mouth slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip. Jesus Christ. The tip was slick with precum, the taste was sour but sweet. Akaashi took a deep breath to relax and slac his jaw. Ok. The air came out his nose loudly. Slowly he lowered himself down on the length. He had gotten about midway when the corners of his mouth started to stretch uncomfortably and Akaashi gagged. Bokuto´s hand tightened around his locks, pushing Akaashi´s head back a little, which relieved some of the pain off of his throat. Akaashi looked up at Bokuto, eyes blurring with tears. His mouth hurt, but the look on Bokuto´s face made it all worth it. Bokuto´s face was twisted in pleasure, his mouth agape. He looked breathtaking.

“Fuck, Akaashi,” Bokuto moaned, thrusting his hips forward slightly, making Akaashi gag, “shit, sorry.”

Akaashi placed his hands on Bokuto´s hips, which trembled under his touch, struggling to keep himself from choking Akaashi. Akaashi had to push his hips down hard to keep him from moving. Bokuto whimpered. Akaashi moaned, his mouth clamping down on Bokuto´s cock. It made Bokuto groan. He whined a little, face scrunching up.

“That feels good ´kaashi,” he whimpered, “so good,” Bokuto pet his hair as he praised him, “so beautiful, ´kaashi.”

Akaashi´s face felt hot, he was probably so red. His mouth was still wrapped tightly around Bokuto´s dick, he tried to move up and down the length best he could, but it was hard. The thing just wouldn't fit in his mouth. Akaashi tried getting as much of bokuto's length in his mouth, but it was impossible. If only he could slack his throat more. He gave up. Akaashi made sure to wrap his lips around Bokuto properly, sucking as he made his way up. When Bokuto´s dick slipped out of his mouth, Akaashi felt empty. The space in his mouth felt larger than before without Bokuto´s cock filling it. Akaashi knew he wouldn't be able to give Bokuto the pleasure he deserved with his sad excuse of deepthroating. He opted to grab hold of the dick again, and brought his mouth to open, licking at the side. He mouthed the side of Bokuto´s cock, kissing and sucking, slobbering all over his cock while jerking him off to the best of his abilities. It was ok, he was still in control, right?

“Akaashi,” Bokuto moaned, “fuck, you´re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, stroking Akaashi´s hair.

No. Bokuto was in full control here. Akaashi would do anything Bokuto asked him to without a second thought. He would let Bokuto have anything, if it meant a smile on his ace´s face. He'd let Bokuto take whatever he wanted from Akaashi. Any love, any part, any thing. Akaashi continued slobbering all over Bokuto´s cock. He tried taking the thing down his throat again with minimal success. Akaashi felt the cock poke the back of his throat. He gagged at the touch, it went so deep, yet there was more. He tried his hardest to slack his jaw. The cock slid down his throat, while he let out a breath through his nose.

Bokuto let out a throaty moan, “fuck, Akaashi,” he whimpered, “fuck, you´re taking it so deep.” Akaashi whimpered around Bokuto´s dick. “Look at you, so pretty, baby. Your mouth around my cock, ´s so hot.” Bokuto moaned, “you're so hot `kaashi.”

Akaashi let out noises muffled by Bokuto´s dick. He kept moving up and down the length, trying to take as much down his throat as he could. Akaashi breathed through his nose. He could feel Bokutto´s cock going so, so deep, hitting every part. Fuck. Soon enough, his nose hit Bokuto´s pelvis. Bokuto´s cock. It was all the way in. The sound of Bokuto in his mouth was incredibly vulgar, the wet sounds so embarrassing. Spit pooled in his mouth, little waterfalls threatened to spill down his chin. Akaashi had to concentrate on his breathing. He started pumping up and down Bokuto´s length while sucking. Tears slipped out of his eyes, his face stretching uncomfortably.

“Holy shit,” Bokuto hissed, “fuck, going so deep, so good, baby, so pretty, baby,” the way Bokuto praised him, it made the butterflies pool down at the pit of his stomach. He would have smiled, if his mouth had not been filled up to the brim with Bokuto´s cock. “Fuck, ´kaashi, gonna cum.”

Akaashi kept sucking, the cock hitting so deep, so fucking deep. Akaashi moaned around the cock, sending vibrations along Bokuto´s nerves. Bokuto was close to cumming. It shouldn't take long as long as he kept up his pace. It's just that Akaashi didn't want it to be over. Maybe he could make Bokuto cum again, and again, and maybe a few times after that. Maybe Akaashi could drown him in pleasure, make him feel so good. He kept sucking Bokuto´s cock, it became harder to keep Bokuto´s hips still. In the end, Bokuto grabbed Akaashi by the hair, forcing him to take Bokuto down all the way. Akaashi tried not to gag, letting Bokuto thrust into his mouth. He felt the cum slide down his throat as Bokuto ejaculated. Bokuto held him in place at the base of his cock as he came. It didn't hurt as much as he'd expected it to.

“Shit, ´kaashi,” Bokuto sighed, letting out one last breath before letting go of him. As Bokuto´s cock slipped out of his mouth, he felt like he could finally breathe again. He swallowed hard, licking his lips, still tasting the sour taste of Bokuto.

His jaw fell slack, he took a deep breath, “fuck, Bokuto,” Akaashi swore. Fuck. He brought his face close to Bokuto´s, kissing him. It was short, but sweet. “Did that- did that feel good?” Akaashi asked, breathless.

Bokuto chuckled, “calling it good would be an understatement, Akaashi that- that was awesome.”

Akaashi flushed. Bokuto´s words were simple, his speech had never been all too nuanced. No pretty words to make Akaashi swoon like he did for all his favorite poets. Still, Akaashi felt his heart race as Bokuto spoke his plain praises. Because, well, Bokuto wasn't simple. His heart was far from plain, it was filled with love and admiration for everyone. For Akaashi. Bokuto´s words, no matter how simple, or plain, they meant everything to him.

“Thank you, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto lauged, “what are you thanking me for? I should be the one thanking you,” he looked around nervously, “I should- um, I should return the favor?”

Akaashi's eyes went wide. Fuck. No. That would kill him. He would be killed. Unalived, if you will. “It- it's fine, you don't need to.”

“No, I- I want to,” Bokuto said, looking Akaashi up and down. Akaashi swallowed hard. His hands fidgeted under his gaze. Bokuto shifted, moving to sit on his knees. “If you'll, um- let me?”

Fuck. Akaashi nodded. Shit. How could he ever say no? Say no to those eyes? Not possible. Bokuto was in control here. Akaashi would crumble under Bokuto´s touch, leaning in to please his every desire. But this isn't about pleasing Bokuto anymore. Bokuto wanted to please him. Bokuto wanted to- yeah, he had no idea what the hell Bokuto wanted to do to him. Oh well, he was going to find out. Bokuto´s fingers came up to trace his jaw. He kissed him. Pressed his mouth to his. It was simple. It was sweet. Akaashi´s walls crumbled, he shivered. He brought his hands to Bokuto´s thighs, needing something to ground him in reality. But Bokuto's thighs flexed, and Akaashi died. He whimpered against Bokuto´s mouth. Fidgeted, his hands trembling against the hardened muscle, he felt restless and so, so nervous. Bokuto was overwhelming. So overwhelming. His kisses, so simple, much like his words, yet the touch of his lips was enough to make Akaashi drown in a pile of his own sweat. He was going to die under Bokuto´s control. Bokuto moved from his lips to his cheek, kissing him sweetly, leaving a trail of kisses along his face. He pulled away. Bokuto looked at him with such love, such earnesty. He smiled, kissing Akaashi on the nose.

“God, you´re cute,” Bokuto smiled, “I´ve always thought you were pretty. Never knew you could be this cute though.” He gave Akaashi´s nose another short kiss.

Akaashi´s breath staggered. Bokuto pressed a hand to his chest, pushing Akaashi down to lie down on the bed. The mattress felt soft beneath him. He wished he could be swallowed up by the bed, escape this moment. Escape Bokuto´s control. Bokuto, who moved to hover over Akaashi, trapping him between Bokuto and the mattress. Shit. He felt his stomach sink. The uncertainty made his stomach twist. Bokuto dived in, kissing his neck, trailing kisses down to his collarbone. He felt Bokuto´s hands travel up his shirt, caressing his sides.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi whimpered, slightly pushing at Bokuto´s shoulders.

“Yes, baby?” Bokuto looked up at Akaashi with concern.

“I- I don´t know about this,” Akaashi admitted. He was scared. Scared of giving up control.

“You want me to stop?” He moved up to sit next to a laying Akaashi. Bokuto brought a hand to caress Akaashi´s face.

Did Akaashi want him to stop? For Bokuto to get dressed, to walk Akaashi to the door, to say goodbye to this moment. No. No, he wanted to stay. He wanted to give Bokuto control. He wanted to be loved by Bokuto. Fuck. He wanted to be selfish. His stomach twisted with nervousness. He swallowed hard.

“No,” Akaashi said, “no, I want you to continue.”

So they did. Bokuto came down to kiss him once again. Only a peck this time. He pulled back up to strip Akaashi of his shirt, leaving him bare chested and exposed. Bokuto had seen him naked before, this was nothing to be embarrassed over, Akaashi told himself, yet Bokuto´s eyes seemed to burn holes through him. Bokuto definitely wasn't satisfied with just watching, no, he wrapped his arms around his chest, thumbing at the perky buds of his nipples. Akaashi squirmed under the touch. He did his best to keep in any sounds that threatened to escape his lips as Bokuto continued to toy with his body. His right hand moved down to Akaashi´s waist, getting replaced by Bokuto´s slick tongue. Akaashi´s body made an involuntary jerk against Bokuto, which encouraged him to continue. He bit down gently, softly sucking and tonguing the sensitive area. No matter how hard he tried, Akaashi let out a few breathless moans of pleasure. He felt as Bokuto continued to move his right hand down to his pants, undoing the zipper. Oh God, this was happening. Bokuto was going to touch him. His cock throbbed against his pants in anticipation. Bokuto had to leave Akaashi´s abused nipples alone as he worked to take Akaashi´s pants off, all of which Akaashi gladly let happen.

Once his pants were off, Bokuto got right back to decorating Akaashi´s chest with purple and red bruises, this time, his hand moved leisurely around Akaashi´s cock. The movement was painfully slow. He held hard enough to give him the tiniest taste of pleasure, but never enough to make him cum. Akaashi whined at the teasing touches, finally realizing how mean he himself had been to Bokuto only moments ago. Bokuto´s revenge came in waves of painful pleasure, it was little things, the thumb that swept over the tip of his cock, using his own precum as lube. Every now and then Bokuto would tighten his grip, or fasten his place, just enough for Akaashi to begin chasing release. Bokuto didn't let that happen, holding him still by sitting on his thighs. Denying him any kind of release. He was stuck. Stuck between pleasure and pain. When Akaashi once again began to expect the peak of pleasure, Bokuto let his hand fall lazily down to his hips, slowing his pace. Instead, he came to face Akaashi, who´s vision blurred with tears. His mouth hung wide open, panting. He´d beent so fucking close.

Bokuto thumbed at Akaashi´s bottom lip, making him instinctively open his mouth wider. Akaashi didn't really understand what he was doing, until he felt some thick cool liquid drip into his mouth. Bokuto was spitting into his mouth. It was by no means a lot, but the thought of it sent a strange feeling wash over him. He swallowed obediently. Bokuto´s spit continued to drip onto his closed lips, which he cleaned off with his tongue. Then he was kissed. Their mouths were incredibly wet. It was almost disgusting.

Bokuto´s hand continued to jerk him off, this time hard and fast. He let go of Akaashi´s lips to let spit drop onto Akaashi´s cock. Akaashi went to grab Bokuto´s face so they could kiss again. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, both panting heavily. The air around them felt hot and humid, musky from their sex. It felt so dirty, so vulgar, yet neither wanted to stop, both too deprived from this kind of pleasure. Akaashi was once again nearing his release. Just as he thought Bokuto was going to finally let him cum-,

Bokuto stopped.

Akaashi whined pitifully at the loss. “Hey, can I- can we try something?” Bokuto asked cautiously. Akaashi looked up, his mind a confusing haze of words and feelings. He couldn't quite make sense of Bokuto´s words, still stuck on a high after being denied release at such a high peak, but he knew he was asking Akaashi for something, and who was he to refuse?

“Yeah,” Akaashi nodded, rubbing his face with the inside of his arm.

“Alright, baby, I´m gonna need you to move for me,” Bokuto said, moving up to sit next to Akaashi. “I need you to get on top of me, is that ok, baby?”

Akaashi swallowed hard. He moved up to face Bokuto.

“No, baby, I need your butt to face this way.”

“What?” It seemed as if Akaashi´s mind cleared up with that one simple instruction. What the fuck? He felt his face heat up with embarrassment.

“Y´know, like- sixty-nine?” Bokuto explained, waving his hands around. He seemed nervous too.

“Yes, I´m uh- I'm familiar with the term,” Akaashi stuttered, covering his face in his hands. Shit, this was going to be hella embarrassing.

“Is that ok?”

“Yes, of course,” Akaashi took a deep breath, “it's just- it´ll be a little embarrassing, I guess.” He shifted a little. Alright. It´ll be fine. Akaashi moved to straddle Bokuto´s chest.

Bokuto brought his hands to stroke up Akaashi´s back. “No need to be embarrassed. You´re so pretty ´kaashi,” he sighed.

“You´re definitely not making this any less embarrassing, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi grumbled. Bokuto was too sweet.

Bokuto´s hands settled on Akaashi´s hips. A little forcefully, he pulled Akaashi back. Shit. Akaashi let out a yelp. Bokuto was too strong. He could feel Bokuto´s breath brushing against his skin.

“Raise your hips for me, sweetheart?” Bokuto asked, nudging Akaashi´s hips gently.

Akaashi could barely contain the nervousness pooling at the pit of his stomach, it felt as though it formed a wave that was about to burst his stomach like a balloon. Hesitantly, he moved to his hands and knees. Akaashi was once again face-to-face with Bokuto´s cock, this time only half hard, with his own poking at Bokuto´s chest, leaving a pool of pre-cum there.

“You really are beautiful Akaashi,” Bokuto hummed.

Akaashi felt nervous, having no idea of what Bokuto was doing back there, what he was seeing, it made him want to die. He felt Bokuto´s chapped lips pressing a kiss. The soft touch sent shivers all throughout his body, the sensation was too intense. A soft moan managed to slip through his wall of self control. He struggled to keep his breath even, pants spilling from his lips, staggered and pitiful. He could feel Bokuto´s lips part around his hole, a wet sliver poking out to lick and tease. Akaashi balled his fists into the sheets beside Bokuto´s hips. The feel of Bokuto´s mouth against his backside mixed with the sight of his cock made his mouth water, drool dripped down his chin onto Bokuto´s toned belly. The boy behind him didn't seem disgusted in the slightest, instead, that seemed to be the push he needed to find the courage to venture inside of Akaashi. His hands came up to palm at Akaashi´s soft cheeks, parting them for better access. As Bokuto continued to tongue at him, dipping his tongue in and out, teasing the rim, he spread Akaashi open. Speaking of Akaashi, he had become a slobbering mess. His face pressed against Bokuto´s abdomen, he felt his own face was slick with spit, or sweat, or tears, he was in too deep to even care. Filtered moans filled the room as the boy on top tried his best to keep his sounds within himself. Bokuto seemed to have none of it, desperate to push Akaashi off the edge, he pressed his nose against the skin where Akaashis buttocks met, burying his face and tongue deep within them. That seemed to do it, blubbering sounds of pleasure like music to his ears. Akaashi´s back arched down, his ass perking up, involuntarily giving itself up for Bokuto to do as he pleased.

“Mnn,” Bokuto hummed in approval, slowly retreating with his tongue. Akaashi whined at the loss, shameful disappointment washing over him. His leaking cock was aching to cum. The slight friction of his tip against bokuto´s chest wasn't nearly enough. The length craved the same attention that his hole had already received.

“B-, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi stumbled over his words, his lust spilling into his broken sentences, “please, my cock, please, I need-,” his pleas were interrupted by the moving body beneath him. With bones of jelly, Akaashi was forced to follow his lead. Bokuto was so easily able to to turn him over, the new position leaving Akaashi on his back with Bokuto sitting behind his closed legs. Bokuto peered at him over Akaashi´s knees, large hands resting on top of them.

“Spread your legs,” Bokuto commanded, voice so deep and rough, Akaashi could've easily cum from just the sound. Though his mind was telling him not to - the thought was way too embarrassing for poor Akaashi - his legs seemed to be having thoughts of their own. It was as if the lower half of his body was completely controlled by his dick. So, his legs spread all by themselves, allowing Bokuto to see such a lewd image of his esteemed setter. The once prim and proper Akaashi that bent to his every need during a match, was now doing the exact same in bed. Only in this situation, Akaashi looked a complete mess, his hair pointing in every direction, gelled up with both spit and sweat. The same mess cluttered his flushed cheeks and lips. Tears spilled from his eyes, which matched the droplets of drool still decorating his chin. Bokuto leaned over his body, caging Akaashi with his arms. Closing in on his face, Akaashi parted his lips, expecting a kiss. Instead, Bokuto dragged a slick tongue over Akaashi`s chin, stopping at his lower lip, licking up the stray drops of spit. Not even kissing him as he reached his lips, Bokuto opted to pull and suck on Akaashi´s lower lip. Abusing it to the point of it swelling up. Akaashi winced in both pain and pleasure. Desperately needing something to hold, Akaashi brought two hands to the back of Bokuto´s neck, pulling lightly at the stray hairs he always seemed to leave out from his ridiculous hairdo. Bokuto moaned against his lips, and finally, Akaashi got the kiss he had been yearning for.

Their mouths moved against one another in desperate motion, neither caring where the other´s had been, too engulfed in their own lust. Their needy hips grinding against each other, so their erections could feel the bliss from the touch of skin to skin. The sounds in the room were so lewd it was embarrassing. Lips smacking as the two sloppily kissed mixed naturally with their moans. Hands roamed everywhere, neither really recognizing whose hands were on what, the only thing that mattered was flesh. The feeling of the other's flesh in one's hand, whether it be of their face, their arms, their back, their waist, or their ass, it didn't matter. Everything they did, anywhere they touched, was like heaven on earth. All sense of control or embarrassment was lost as their minds melted into mush, diluted by a mix of their bodily fluids. It was truly shameful. Akaashi seemed to be dragged back into reality just enough to register Bokuto´s hand wrapping around both their cocks, rubbing them both flush against one another. Their kiss broke as Akaashi looked down where their bodies met. He needed to see. Needed to see just how big Bokuto´s cock was. He´d been right about the length, a little longer than his, but so, so much thicker. The fact that he´d been able to fit that in his mouth at all didn't seem possible, and how Bokuto seemed to be able to hold both their cocks in one hand seemed even more unlikely.

“You like that?” Bokuto piped up, voice breathless and a little teasing. “Your staring`s kinda intense,” he mocked.

“Sorry,” Akaashi breathed out a mindless apology, not once looking back up at Bokuto, too fascinated by their intertwined cocks.

“C´mon, why are you starin´ you're making me shy,” Bokuto continued to murmur, clearly making fun of Akaashi, who still couldn't seem to take his eyes off of them. “How bout you take a closer look?” Bokuto suggested. Finally, Akaashi looked up at Bokuto.

Their position changed once more, Bokuto coming up to straddle Akaashi´s chest. His arms were trapped behind Bokuto´s body. He was still able to bring them up to grab hold of Bokuto´s muscular thighs, which he couldn't believe were framing his face. Bokuto´s balls hung low, resting on top of his adams apple, which bobbed at the sudden weight. Bokuto´s cock leaned up against Akaashi´s spit stained chin. Bokuto´s proud frame filled up every inch of Akaashi´s vision. He'd seen it before, just moments ago. His own cock twitched in delight nonetheless. Akaashi angled his face so he could lick at the length. The angle denied his actions, his tongue barely able to do much.

“Do you like my cock that much?” Bokuto asked, a cocky smile on his face. The uncharacteristic attitude sent a shiver down Akaashi´s spine, his hips bucking forward against nothing. His cock was once again painfully ignored. “Tell me, Akaashi,” Bokuto insisted, smile disappearing into one of desperate yearning. Akaashi finally understood. Bokuto wanted to be praised.

“So big,” Akaashi piped up, voice barely a whisper, but it made Bokuto´s eyes light up nonetheless.

“Yeah?” Bokuto said, breathless, eyes begging him to continue.

“Your cock, it- it's so big- I want it, want it so bad,” Akaashi stammered, breathless praises spilling from his lips, “God you´re so hot, so pretty, can´t take my eyes off you,” he continued mindlessly, “I mean fucking hell, your thighs,” he squeezed them to emphisize his point, “these can´t be legal. So sexy, Bokuto-san, I want your thighs around me, want your cock in my mouth, Bokuto-san.” He must have been losing his mind, words slipping out without him even having to think about them. “I really want your cock in my mouth, want to choke on Bokuto-san´s big cock- to fill me up so good, so good Bokuto-san.” The next words that escaped his restraint snapped him back to reality, the shame they brought to him overwhelmed him “please, use my mouth Bokuto-san, I love you so much.” Akaashi stopped breathing. He wanted to look away, but his position didn't let him escape, anywhere he looked, his eyes were met by Bokuto.

“Don´t stop,” Bokuto snapped. Akaashi´s eyes braved their way back to his face. A twisted desperation decorated his face, “God, Akaashi, please don´t stop.” Bokuto got up from Akaashis chest to sit on the bed, “come ´ere, baby,” he said, and despite his embarrassment, Akaashi followed his lead, sitting down on Bokuto´s lap.

Bokuto´s arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, their cocks twitched against each other in familiarity. Akaashi hesitated, but brought his arms over his shoulders to embrace Bokuto. Bokuto´s arms circled his waist, rubbing against his sides, clearly not turned off by the inappropriate love declaration. His hands cupped Akaashi´s cheeks, fondling them with care, focused on soothing Akaashi´s nerves more than his own pleasure. Gentle hands travelled under his thighs, caressing him. It almost felt as if-,

“I love you too, Keiji,”

The sound of his given name spilling from Bokuto´s lips against his ear sent a minefield of nerves exploding with pleasure all throughout his body. His grip tightened around Bokuto´s shoulders, as if letting go would make this moment end. “Are you still up for this?” Bokuto asked, concerned dripping off his voice. He´d brought a hand to pet through Akaashi´s damp hair.

“Mhm,” Akaashi hummed, “please don´t stop,” he pleaded, and Bokuto was so happy to comply.

“Mmn, baby,” he whispered, “I was so happy when you agreed to do this with me,” Bokuto´s hands continued to travel along Akaashi´s body, “man, to think you actually returned my feelings, “he chuckled, “I should've known, huh? You wouldn't have agreed to it otherwise.” Bokuto´s rough hands grabbed hold of Akaashi´s buttocks, holding them tight between his fingers, his hands covering almost the entire surface. Akaashi couldn't help but gasp. It was so different from the gentle touch from a moment ago.

“Bokuto-san,” he moaned against Bokuto´s shoulder. Akaashi picked a spot and bit down on the solid flesh made almost entirely out of muscle. He could feel Bokuto flich under his touch, he began licking and sucking, decorating his shoulder and chest with blue and red marks to match his thighs. In the next few days, anyone who was blessed with the sight of a shirtless Bokuto, would know exactly who his beautiful body belonged to. The thought alone made Akaashi´s cock twitch with interest. Finally remembering his neglected cock, he felt the need to touch it. He shamelessly unwrapped an arm from around Bokuto, reaching down to grab hold of his cock. He'd spent all this time yearning for release. His partner had already gotten to cum once, surely, he'd understand.

“Mnn, poor little `Kaashi, you wanna cum?” Bokuto asked, teasing him again. Akaashi hummed in response, nodding his head against his shoulder. “Say it.” Bokuto`s unexpected dominating nature continued to surprise him, but it definitely wasn't a turn off. Instead, he felt the need to comply with every command. Pulling away from bokuto´s shoulder, he rested his forehead against the other´s, looking into his eyes.

“I want Bokuto senpai to make me cum,” he said without a trace of embarrassment, “please, senpai, let your pitiful kouhai cum, he's been so, so good to you already, please Bokuto-san,” his words were coaxed with lust, slicking Bokuto´s ego with praise.

“Shit, Keiji, that's so hot,” Bokuto encouraged, but didn't really do anything.

“Senpai,” Akaashi whined, grinding up against Bokuto, “please, I´m begging you, I want to cum from your cock,” he blabbered on without considering the consequences of his words.

“Really?” Bokuto asked, shocked, “you want me to-?”

Letting go of all sense he continued, “fuck me.”

That did it. Bokuto threw Akaashi down on the bed. Once again on top of Akaashi, they kissed passionately, hands once again roaming each other's bodies. Much faster than previously, Bokuto´s hands settled under Akaashi´s thighs, pushing them up to his chest. Akaashi felt the cold air brush against his exposed skin. Bokuto pulled away from the kiss to quickly spit in his hand, getting right back into it. Kissing Akaashi´s mouth to bruises, using two fingers to pry open the puckered hole between his buttocks. Finally, was all Akaashi was able to think. The fingers in him were unfamiliar, experimenting, thrusting in and out gently, as if he was afraid of hurting him. Bokuto curled his fingers, pressing along the tight walls. Akaashi was no stranger to pleasuring himself anally, the two fingers weren't nearly enough for him. Bokuto seemed to be a pro when it came to reaping Akaashi, adding a third finger as soon as he'd thought of it. Bokuto moved his fingers agart, spreading his hole. Akaashi moaned breathlessly against Bokuto´s mouth, barely moving against him anymore, completely lost in his own pleasure. Bokuto didn't seem to mind, taking this as an opportunity to explore Akaashi´s open defenseless mouth with his tongue to his heart's content. He swirled his tongue alongside Akaashi´s, licked the roof of his mouth, the walls, everything. It was incredibly lewd and so, so filthy. Their combined spit pooled in Akaashi´s mouth and dripped down the sides, spilling out like dirty little secrets.

“Fuck, Bokuto-san, pease just- just put it in,” Akaashi moaned through his words, “I need you so bad baby.”

“Alright, baby, I´ll give you my cock, ok? Gonna make you feel so good, Keiji.” Akaashi sighed, content with Bokuto´s answer. Purely out of habt, Akaashi turned himself around, opting to take Bokuto from behind. “Fuck, baby, so pretty,” Bokuto said, palming at Akaashi´s ass in front of him. The bud was red from attention, slightly gaping from being fingered. The embarrassment of being seen in such a way barely registered with Akashi before the weight of Bokuto´s cock rested itself between his cheeks. Bokuto´s hands squeezed at the fat, pushing his buttocks to rub flush against his cock. The fact that Bokuto was using him in such a vulgar manner made his face burn with shame.

“Stop teasing me already,” Akaashi snapped, he could barely stand it, being aroused for what felt like hours without proper release.

“So impatient, ´kaashi, are you really that desperate?” Bokuto just kept on teasing him. Somehow finding pleasure in torturing Akaashi like this. Then again, hadn't Akaashi done the same? The last hour seemed to all blur together.

“Yes, so desparate for your cock, please fuck me, Bokuto-san, make me cum, please let me cum,” he begged properly.

Bokuto finally seemed to take some pity on Akaashi, pressing his tip between Akaashi´s cheeks, slowly sliding inside. He took his sweet time, not wanting to hurt him. Letting Akaashi adjust to the width of Bokuto´s cock. No matter how fast or slow, he couldn't control the fact that his cock was so unbelievably thick. His rim stretched around the length with a painful sting. Bokuto saw a drop of blood dripping down Akaashi´s cheek. Out of fear, he began retreating.

“Don´t you dare pull out,” Akaashi commanded, too in need, too out of his mind.

“Are you sure? Doesn't it hurt?” Bokuto asked in concern.

“It's fine, it always does at the start, just-, just keep going,” Akaashi breathed, tightening around Bokuto´s cock to keep him from moving.

It really did hurt, but not as much as he'd expected it to. Maybe his humiliating mastubation habits were worth it. Bokuto continued to push his length into Akaashi, going even slower than before. Though he never said it, Akaashi was grateful for it. The pace did give him the time to adjust properly, slowly turning the pain into pleasure. Once a significant amount of his cock was buried deep within Akaashi, Bokuto began to move with slow thrusts. Akaashi felt himself grow familiar with the shape of Bokuto, finally letting himself relax, taking Bokuto´s cock the way he'd always dreamt of. Though the only thing that connected them was Bokuto´s cock, Akaashi felt him everywhere, the hair on his body standing up in attention from his tingling nerves. With every thrust, Bokuto seemed to move deeper and deeper, until, before either of them even realized, Bokuto´s hips met Akaashi´s ass with a smack. The two of them stilled at the sound, Bokuto flush against Akaashi, his cock buried all the way into the once completely shut hole. Bokuto stared down in pure fascination as Akaashi swallowed him up. He began to move, watching closely as his cock disappeared in between akaashi´s buttocks with such ease.

“Fuck,” Bokuto sighed, “My God, Keiji, your ass is swallowing me up so nicely,” he said, making sure Akaashi knew exactly what was happening behind him. “It's so tight, baby, it looks painful,” Bokuto observed, sliding a thumb over the stretched out skin where the two connected.

Akaashi screamed. He screamed out a moan of pleasure, the sound surprised both parties. Akaashi´s moans continued to slip frro his lips as Bokuto kept up his pace, occasionally bringing a single finger to tease the rim of Akaashi´s hole, which made Akaashi twitch and let out an ungodly sound every single time. Both of them had been on the edge of orgasm for so long now, it wasn't going to take much for them to cum. Akaashi could already feel pleasure building up, ready to wash over him. Bokuto slumped over Akaashi´s body, clearly feeling his own body ready to spill.

“Gonna cum Keiji, gonna cum inside you,” he mumbled into Akaashi´s shoulder, “Imma fill you up so good, baby.”

Those words alone made Akaashi´s vision burn white. His mind went completely blank as the pleasure finally crashed over him like a tsunami. He thought he might just die from the weight of it. His cock shot out strings of white without being touched. Bokuto kept fucking him through his orgasm, body slumping over completely. Even then, Bokuto didn´t stop, not until he came inside of Akaashi, filling him up, just like he promised he would do. All Akashi could feel was bliss. He used the last of his strength to look up at Bokuto, who leaned over to him, kissing him sweetly.

“I love you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi smiled, before drifting off to a deep sleep.