Notes

Bokuto's eyes put the lighter colors of the room to shame. As Akaashi dared to watch his course back to the couch, droplets of water fell onto the wooden floor. Akaashi gratefully took the glass and took a quiet sip of the hydrating contents. Bokuto didn't bother him with unnecessary staring, though he caught a few glances his way.



Akaashi couldn't notice a difference in Bokuto's posture. Rather, there was a noticeable difference in the distance between them. While it wasn't invading his privacy, the two weren't on their separate islands either. It was enough for Akaashi to study his jawline's true shape if he wanted to. Instead, he set the glass on the table and went along with the silence. One of them had to say something, or do something for that matter.



"Tension isn't a bad thing," Bokuto beat him to saying something. He dared to look back at him, activating something magnetic to awaken their intuitions.



"Do we want it to happen?" Akaashi responded more confidently than anticipated. His eyes didn't necessarily darken but gained tinges of red for passion. Instead of an animalistic blue, his eyes could turn purple for the mixture of tender passion.



Bokuto never considered himself to lose control. He held it together despite holding eye contact until he could respond.



"I wouldn't be against it," Bokuto's chuckle was hidden from the back of his throat. Audibly, it was deeper than most of his laugh. One of the deep sounds caused Akaashi's heart to burst.



"I wouldn't mind it either," Akaashi simply agreed with him without much to add. Neither was the first to move closer. Both mutually agreed to sit in the middle.



Their opposite knee made contact first. The layers of clothes concealed the radiating heat of their arm they'd feel, by the slim distance between their arm. Lastly, their slim height difference allowed them to be nearly face-to-face. All it took was one look to the right for Akaashi, and one look to the left for Bokuto.



Akaashi eventually figured it would be stupid to stay this way for a long. He sat up straight, leaning back just to independently support himself with his hands clutching the ends of the couch. His hands were placed on each side of his legs and patiently waited for Bokuto's next move.



Bokuto hadn't been a passive person either. If Akaashi was confident, he could be so too. With one look to the left, he caught Akaashi's sly expression. A small smirk, but with a playful tint too. A twinge of curiosity too, if Bokuto saw it right.



"Can I?" Bokuto worded in a tone above a whisper. Akaashi's consent was given as a hum, amidst his short movement toward the older. Subconsciously inhaling sharply, Bokuto closed his eyes for contact. Akaashi followed fast and decided not to move his head.



Their differing lip shapes met in the middle. Akaashi gave into gravity, letting his back slowly fall to the couch for support. Bokuto followed him gently, whilst slipping shorter kisses until they were in place. For comfort, Bokuto shifted his leg to trap Akaashi's legs. With Bokuto straddling him, they pulled away to confirm their new position.



Akaashi tilted his head back to rest his neck against the soft material and gulped quietly. Bokuto glanced at his throat before looking back to Akaashi's features. As if they were in agreement, they looked at each other's faces from first glancing at something else.



Wasting time would be a poor choice. It seemed the small pause was much needed for the two. Their hearts were competing for speed. Akaashi felt himself nearly shaking for inconclusive reasons. Was he nervous? In anticipation? Or was he cold? Regardless, Bokuto spent the small pause placing his hands in the right places.



He gently caressed Akaashi's jaw and cheek with his fingers, with his other hand replacing the couch for support. With his hand covering the back of Akaashi's head, he felt ready to feel his lips again. It would be a privilege to know his lips' feel by muscle memory.



Likewise, Akaashi found his hands comfortable on the side of Bokuto's neck and right behind his ear to cover the back of his neck. The tangle of their arms was solved easily with Bokuto's final decision of leaning in for a second time. With one last exhale from his nose, Akaashi closed his eyes to prepare for his arrival.



With no disruptions, the smaller pecks slowed to deeper and longer kisses. Every three seconds, a new kiss followed the last. The narrow space didn't satisfy the full potential of their optimal position. Bokuto's feet uncomfortably hung by the corners of the sofa. Regardless, Bokuto didn't want to stop. Feeling Akaahi's bigger hand trail from the nape of his neck to right by his shoulder.



Bokuto's pants slipped back only centimeters. Though, it was enough to cause him to be concerned about falling off. The movement forcibly ended the latest kiss, before Bokuto leaned back.



"Come on," Bokuto nodded toward the second floor. He allowed his leg, one by one, to slip off the couch, for him to catch himself. Akaashi followed his stance, though Bokuto had offered his hand to help him up. Their difference in comfort with their position was laughable, but Bokuto only smiled humorously.



While he could let it go, their hands remained interlaced for the short route upstairs. It caused Akaashi's chest to swell with blossoms, again. They revisited the bedroom Akaashi had admired. He instinctively closed the door behind him. The silence that forecame after could've let them hear each other's throbbing hearts and slow breaths.



As their hands departed from each other, Bokuto was first to slide his shirt off. The process produced saliva in Akaashi's mouth, with only faint light to shadow his body as the shirt came off. His hands started tingling in ways he never experienced. Akaashi had known to himself he had no type. Coming eye to eye with the view in front of Bokuto, he became Akaashi's one type.



The material caused the last sound of gliding off Bokuto's head. It left off his wavy hair less controlled. Akaashi knew what years of hard work looked like. Yet, he didn't know one could embody it. Akaashi shamelessly stared at Bokuto's body, one part by another in no order. Unbeknownst to him, Bokuto couldn't treasure the attention more. Especially from Akaashi in particular.



Akaashi wasn't afraid to create a short whistle, to which Bokuto laughed airily. Though, Akaashi was speechless. The same look in Bokuto's eyes remained flickering between passion and lust. They shared a double-edged sword not consisting of harm on any side. In other words, the nuance between the two was balanced.



Bokuto resorted to a comfortable position on the bed. The impatience evident externally was nothing but an act. His entertained, patient expression remained as Akaashi's shirt piled on top of Bokuto's. The show viewed in front of him couldn't be better. Bokuto's gaze was gradual and slow.



"Wow," Bokuto's raw tone revealed itself. Raw, earnest, and instinctive reaction. Akaashi nearly froze at the quiet voice, swearing the scrape in his voice causing goosebumps to form under dim lights.



Akaashi never meant to walk slowly. His legs shook lighter before becoming noticeable. Bokuto's eyes remained focused on him, the main canvas covering the artwork hung right behind him. Anyone could identify feelings from one's eyes. The ardency and safety radiating from Bokuto gave him the confidence to swiftly mount the bed where he sat.



He used one leg after the other, careful not to mangle any part of Bokuto's body. Unexpectedly, the fabric of Akaashi's pants barely shifted from the lack of space. Bokuto's reflexes caused him to put a hand by his ribs to support him. He looked down at the narrow distance between his bed's edge and Akaashi's knee.



Bokuto soon shifted toward the middle to allow him to properly fit. Akaashi unrushedly planted his legs on each side of Bokuto's. It took only a moment for Akaashi to be within Bokuto's reach. Then, Akaashi saw how gradually Bokuto's hand moved toward his face. Unlike earlier, more of his hand covered his cheek. Even in this state, Bokuto caused his heart to burst with joy.



The genuine touch led Akaashi to stare back until Bokuto initiated for eye-contact. His faint lip movement signed for soon-to-come speech.



"Hey, Keiji?" Bokuto started slowly, in a questioning manner. The short, noticeable pause disallowed him from replying. He could only identify solemn feelings by his face alone.



"I really like you," Bokuto announced quietly as if it were new. Though, the tone was unique. The undisrupted eye contact added something to the assertion.



"I really like you too," Akaashi didn't hesitate to respond. As calm as his voice sounded, his body felt a muted red. Finally, Bokuto felt heat emitting from Akaashi's body. More of the sensation came once Akaashi leaned in for the third time merging their lips. From slower and affectionate contact, they delved into a rhythm. For each kiss every second, it grew in intensity.



Akaashi lowered himself to Bokuto's level with his back slightly arched. His access bettered as he could lean nearer. As if he craved to clash The position renewed as Bokuto released his neck of strain by laying down completely. With Akaashi's hands squeezing beside his shoulders, he stabilized himself through the descention. As time clocked to the perfect moment, Akaashi's tongue flickered against Bokuto's lip.



Bokuto caught onto the hint subconsciously before opening his mouth just enough. Akaashi's tongue reached between his teeth to be met with his. The motion lasted shortly only to be replaced with another deepened kiss. Akaashi furrowed his eyebrows as he gave everything into the more rigid kisses. Bokuto's hand still cherished Akaashi's cheek, his thumb barely caressing the skin by his jaw.



The need for oxygen forced them to turn to connect their tongues a second time. Their transition went faster this time. They were getting accustomed to the sensation with pleasure. Bokuto let out a quiet gasp, with the lowest of groans between their latest kiss. Akaashi unintentionally, yet, intentionally moved upward for a better angle. Though Bokuto flinched at the new contact he forgot he longed.



Akaashi opened his eyes as his head tilted up, releasing a moan from the unintentional movement. Akaashi looked down to find his lips plumped, with saliva forming shapes right under his bottom lip. Bokuto gulped before humming in thought.



"We'll tell each other before crossing any boundaries," He stated in a consulting tone. Consent until it's revoked or modified, in other words. It meant Akaashi and Bokuto had the option to stay this way. Sharing their respective pulsating, untouched part, the two reached an agreement to proceed.



"We'll take care of each other," Akaashi said confidently in a slightly shaky voice and nodded in agreement. Their entire interaction was built on trust, attraction, passion, and emotions.



Akaashi sat up from his position and found himself on his lap. He came to realize he forgot to take off his socks. Sitting on his knees proved to be impractical for undressing. His expression turned unsure as to how he could choose the least clumsy method. Akaashi found himself struggling to stay on his lap, even as much as he wanted to.



"Sorry," Akaashi chuckled airily, before having to sit beside him to unbutton his jeans and unzip them to loosen the clothing.



"Don't apologize about it, Keiji" Bokuto deadpanned in a soft tone. His eyes faced his thighs amidst sliding down his jeans. He acknowledged it with an undeniable smile. Without anything to confirm it, Akaashi's irises dwindled at the reassurance. He wordlessly completed the task to reveal his black briefs.



He saw Bokuto mirroring the action of undressing his legs. With his jeans still in his hands, his eyes followed the material as it slowly revealed his thighs and knees. His gaze trailed down until the end of the jeans' collapse. The simplest of his legs were visually pleasing to Akaashi's eyes. He found himself too distracted before he abandoned his clothing on the floor.



Akaashi reappeared before his eyes and supported himself on Bokuto's shoulders before fully returning to his position. Bokuto's first instinct was to hold him by his waist. He did catch Akaashi's clothed bulge. He looked at Akaashi's exposed hipbones, before looking back at his face. He could only exhale sharply upon studying him in admiration. Without looking anywhere but at Akaashi's features, Bokuto spread his legs to the same distance.



He leaned down to reunite his lips with Bokuto's. Skin-to-skin, he found himself admiring Bokuto's rectangular jawline with his fingers. He found himself knowing Bokuto's face more and more. For Akaashi's confidence, he tilted his jaw up for better access. He nearly smiled into their latest kiss from the tender attention. Akaashi pulled away with one final kiss before leaving Bokuto to breathe freely through his mouth. No second was wasted before embracing his jaw and neck. Akaashi kissed the skin beside the source of his voice until reaching his collarbone.



Akaashi unleashed his guilty fantasies of feeling Bokuto's chest. His hammering heartbeat was admittedly excluded but added depth. Bokuto's hand tangled with Akaashi's hair, almost playing with the strands until he lowered himself. Akaashi shifted his hands to each side of his ribs as he continued his course to his chest. Bokuto feared Akaashi's long legs dangling off the bed from the position. Without disrupting his movement, Bokuto supported his neck with the pillow and ascended very lightly. He didn't sit fully. Rather, the upper part of his neck comfortably rested against the pillow.



Akaashi adjusted by moving along with him and looked up for brief eye contact. Bokuto soon witnessed his tender kisses trailing lower and still feeling his chest erupt with uncontrollable feelings. Akaashi's smile widened as he barely opened his mouth to allow the tip of his tongue to leave a sign on one of his sculptured abdomens. He let out a second long airy chuckle. Even in times like this, Bokuto was surprised to find himself laughing for only a few seconds. The admiration was evident on Akaashi's face, as he went back to only kissing the rest of his course to the waistband of his brief.



His fingers curved around the very waistband, leading his fingers left and right of the textile. Akaashi bit the inside of his cheeks at the sight of his outline. Bokuto was rather stunned by his fingers freeing the fabric. Rather, Akaashi's fingers twined around the very outline below him. Before he had proceeded to do anything, Bokuto exhaled sharply.



Akaashi made circular motions with his fingers first. The faint contact was enough to cause Bokuto's eyes to close. His breath got shakier to the added pressure of his fingers.