Notes

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 and grinned at the reaction. Though, Akaashi was genuinely speechless. Nothing but a whistle was able to leave his mouth.

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.