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paintbrushyy · 3 months

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Bokuaka// NSFW

Akaashi can't quite remember how they got here. Bokuto's visiting from college and somewhere between Bokuto asking if they could make out and Akaashi giving into every desire, did they become pressed together. Akaashi crawled over his homework on the ground that they were already leaning over. He got to his knees, Bokuto watching him with wide eyes as Akaashi stared with hazy lidded ones. His head was already fogged over, not thinking of anything but the bodily desire to be closer. And suddenly...he was in his lap, legs spread open straddling Bokuto's thighs.

Akaashi's slick lips slide over Bokuto's, his heart pounding and quivering in his chest. He doesn't know how long they've been like this, but it could be hours and he'd still want more. He desperately wants more. And Bokuto doesn't seem to want anything different. Akaashi runs his hand through the back hairs of Bokuto's head, grabbing the damp strands. It rained earlier. And then— Akaashi feels the press of something underneath him, nudging between his legs.

He pauses quickly, jerking his head back slightly in shock. This isn't something that's happened to them before. Akaashi's never sat in Bokuto's lap before, he doesn't even think they've kissed for this long, this heavily. This heavenly.

Bokuto pauses as well, his eyes flinging open wide. A bright blush rises on his cheeks. Akaashi's mouth gapes. He isn't sure what to say.

"I— I'm sorry," Bokuto says, looking away. His hands are on Akaashi's hips, and they don't move as he apologizes. "You're— you're just...hot." Bokuto stumbles through his explanation, but it only makes matters worse as now Akaashi is blushing just as furiously.

"It's— fine," Akaashi says. His breath is heavy in his chest, and though he would expect himself to want to get off of Bokuto's lap, his fuzzy horny head feels a pull to do something entirely the opposite. It feels good. Bokuto has a growing erection and it feels good underneath him.

Akaashi shifts in Bokuto's lap, and almost instantly a soft whimper escapes Bokuto's mouth. His eyes flutter and suddenly Bokuto's hands are tighter around Akaashi's waist. He's never been held like this, this strongly as Bokuto's desire for him is so evident.

"do you—um— do you want me to touch you," Akaashi says, surprising even himself at his offer. But it is something he's wondered about, something he's wanted. They haven't had times like this since they started dating. Bokuto isn't around as much as he used to be.

Bokuto's cheeks redden even more and Akaashi swears if he were to touch them they'd probably burn him. He never expected Bokuto to be so shy about any of this. "N—no, no. um," his voice cracks a little, "but you— you could keep moving your hips if— if you want." He almost sounds breathless, fighting for his request. Akaashi almost finds it endearing.

Akaashi blinks a few times before adjusting his hands around Bokuto's neck, returning to where he wants them to be. He hesitates for just a second as he lowers his head again, tilting to one side and slipping their lips together.

Bokuto sucks in a deep breath as he's kissed, and they both start moving their lips. And when the familiarity sets in, Akaashi starts to roll his hips. He feels Bokuto's cock press against him, and with every roll and touch a sound escapes from Bokuto's throat.

Bokuto's hand slides further around Akaashi's waist, his palm flattening against his spine. Akaashi is keenly aware of the barrier of his shirt. His other hand wraps around Akaashi's thigh, and suddenly Akaashi feels Bokuto guiding him, showing him how to move his hips, how to grind down on his cock. He has needs and Akaashi is just what he needs to fulfill them.

"Faster," Bokuto whispers in the breath between their lips, and Akaashi obeys like a servant. He moves his hips faster, rocking on Bokuto's lap until he can practically feel Bokuto throbbing beneath him. But it's not enough, because a moment later Bokuto's grip on Akaashi tightens and he's lifting Akaashi to lay him out on the bed.

Akaashi falls back as Bokuto pushes him, letting himself be conquered by Bokuto's single desire for release. He spreads his legs wider, Bokuto still fit between them, and hooks his ankles around to lock him in.

Bokuto doesn't pause to acknowledge what he's doing. He takes Akaashi's lips again, forcing his tongue inside. His cock presses harder to Akaashi, now shoved tightly against his hole. They're both still dressed, and Akaashi wonders how long it'll last before Bokuto is ripping his clothes. But the moment doesn't seem to arrive as Bokuto ruts against him and kisses him.

"Fuck—" Bokuto gasps, his movements getting faster. "You feel so good." Akaashi's body throbs at that, and he feels his head get fuzzy with arousal.

"Tou—touch me more," Akaashi begs suddenly, gasping out his words as he follows Bokuto's lips where they lead him. He needs Bokuto's hands on his naked skin, needs them shoved up his shirt and down his pants.

Bokuto seems to understand exactly this, as once asked his hand readjusts. He pushes one hand under Akaashi's shirt, sliding rough fingers along the ridges of Akaashi's ribs. His other cups Akaashi's ass, kneading at the meat. Bokuto grunts, biting into Akaashi's bottom lip. A moan flutters out Akaashi's throat, and he realizes how addictive that could be. He could moan for Bokuto for hours, scream and whimper for the sake of this man's pleasure.

Akaashi is about to ask for what they've been dancing around, for Bokuto to just take what he's asking for. But before he can Bokuto's grip on him tightens, and his lips stop moving as a slow moan drips out. Akaashi doesn't realize what it means at first until he feels Bokuto's body relax against him, and the blissful expression on his face takes over.

Akaashi relaxes his own body as well unsure what to do. His hands drop from Bokuto to the bed lying with his arms up by his head.

"Did you finish?" Akaashi asks. Bokuto's eyes become clearer in seconds as he realizes what's just happened.

"Keiji— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have— we—" Bokuto sits back. But Akaashi pulls him back down.

"It's okay," he says, "just...fuck me next time you want to get off in my bed." Bokuto's cheeks turn pink again before his lips split into a smile.

"yeah...okay," he whispers, falling back into Akaashi's kiss.

//END

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duckysfics · 3 years

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If I Lose You Chapter 10 update

Ship: IwaOi

Rating: M

Warnings: Non for this chapter apply.

Summary:

Oikawa and Iwaizumi are confirmed to leave soon and prepare before nightfall for their flight.

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maximuswolf · 4 years

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The guilt that comes with BPD has destroyed me via /r/BPD

The guilt that comes with BPD has destroyed me

I hate feeling so guilt ridden, I feel like this everyday. I feel disgusting my presence upsets the people I care about most. All I ever wanted growing up was a family a Mum, a Dad, a few children & a dog. I wanted my own happy family, something I never had. As I've gotten older I find it harder to cope I detest who I am, I truly hate myself & I wish I never existed.

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paintbrushyy · 5 days

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Come read the first chapter of my new sad Bokuaka fic.

To the Lighthouse

Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: E

Chapter: 1

Warnings: See Ao3/Graphic

Summary:

After the events of Akaashi's failed suicide attempt, he decides to move to the coast in hopes of a better recovery. And when he discovers a lighthouse just down the shore of the beach, he finds a lone lighthouse keeper welcoming him to town. In his attempts to recover Akaashi and Bokuto grow closer, facing the restless tides together.

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paintbrushyy · 5 months

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Gentle Gestures

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Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: T

Tags: Birthday fic, presents, kissing, fluff

Summary:

Bokuto brings Akaashi to the roof for a surprise, and Akaashi waits patiently for what it is. ~ "Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed. "Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks. "Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..." "Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other. ~

Bokuto asked if Akaashi wanted to go to the roof during lunch. As soon as he found him on campus that morning, it was like he was waiting to ask. And of course...Akaashi said yes.

Bokuto leads them up the stairs to the top door, opening it in silence. It's bright out, but it's cold, and the wind is sharp on the roof. It cuts deep into their skin. So Akaashi pulls up the loop of his scarf to cover his face more.

"It's cold out here," he comments, but Bokuto doesn't respond, just hums in agreement before sitting down by the fence. He smiles up at Akaashi, still standing by the door. Bokuto pats the concrete at his side to offer Akaashi a seat next to him. He's never been able to deny Bokuto anything. So he sits, folding his knees and opening his lunch in his lap. "Bokuto-san, is there a reason you wanted to sit out here?" Akaashi asks. But again Bokuto just shrugs and seems to dismiss him.

"Just seemed nice out today."

Today, it rings out like a bell in Akaashi's head. It's today. Today is happening, and Bokuto hasn't said the one thing Akaashi had somewhat been waiting for through all his classes. But he doesn't touch the subject, he doesn't want to pressure Bokuto.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he whispers, looking up at the sky.

"Yup." Bokuto's opened his lunch and started eating the sandwich he bought. And Akaashi too lets the questions in his mouth fade as he opens his own lunch.

His mother packed it, and it has some of his favorites. And usually he'd eat his least favorite towards the best part. But today is special, so he decides to start with the best first.

Akaashi picks up the mandarin, pressing his thumb down to try and open it. But it just squishes, and as he struggles to not crush the fruit another hand reaches in between his.

"Here," Bokuto whispers. He take s the fruit, and using his nail, cuts open the skin, and pulls off a peel.

"I think I cut my nails too short this morning," Akaashi whispers as a weak excuse. But Bokuto just shakes his head and continues with a smile. He doesn't have to peel the entire thing, but he does. And Akaashi watches intently as Bokuto's surprisingly gentle hands pull away each piece of skin. Slowly he reveals its heart and then pulls off one small wedge.

"My tax," Bokuto whispers, then hands the fruit back. He pops the mandarin wedge in his mouth and smiles brightly at Akaashi.

Akaashi cradles the tiny mandarin in his two hands and looks up at Bokuto.

"Thank you," he whispers and looks down.

" Any time," Bokuto says. Akaashi eats a wedge of the mandarin, the sweetness bursting in his mouth. And he feels the strangest urge to cry. He can't stop thinking of something he read. About peeling a mandarin meaning "I love you." And even though he's known this. Even though they've said it to each other before. The simple, gentle, act of Bokuto doing this somehow makes it feel like the most real truth on earth.

They eat quietly for sometime, until Akaashi finishes his meal. Bokuto finishes first, and when he does he starts digging around in his bag. He pulls out a blanket that's been shoved and crumpled around his books. And Akaashi watches in silence as he pulls it over them. He holds up his food and lets Bokuto place it over his lap and wonders what's the point. Bokuto is doing something and Akaashi isn't sure what or why. But he watches, trusting the process and waiting for this obvious surprise. But eventually it becomes overwhelming when Bokuto just stares at him and waits.

"Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed.

"Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks.

"Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..."

"Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other.

So Akaashi waits, because now he knows that whatever this is, Bokuto's trying to be loving. Akaashi turns his body to face Bokuto's as well. Slowly Bokuto pulls out a paper container with a small ribbon wrapped around it. Bokuto pushes his bag out of his lap, and positions the box so that when opened the top flips to the side.

"It's technically a gift, so you should pull the ribbon, but I'm going to light the candle so I'll hold it," Bokuto says.

Akaashi's heart is racing now. They lean into each other, and Akaashi feels their knees start to touch. He reaches and pulls on the red ribbon, pulling it loose until it falls away. Bokuto opens the white box and reveals a bright red red velvet cupcake. It's got white frosting and bits of yellow sprinkles on top.

"Okay," Bokuto whispers. He reaches to his side and pulls out a small birthday candle and places it in the center of the pastry. Then he reaches again and pulls out a lighter, something he very much shouldn't have at school. Akaashi's eyes widen a little. "Don't tell," Bokuto whispers, "I stole it from my kitchen this morning."

A cloud covers the sun overhead. Bokuto with one hand holding the box of the cupcake, lights the candle with the other. And between them it glows over their faces.

"Make a wish, Keiji," Bokuto says and stares over the cupcake, watching him with golden glowing eyes. Bokuto tosses the lighter in his lap, and cups one hand to the side of the flame to keep the wind from blowing it out. He holds it up closer to Akaashi's lips. "Blow it out." Akaashi looks from the cupcake to him and swallows. He closes his eyes and places a hand on Bokuto's knee, leaning forward and blows out the candle.

It's so silent that his breath sounds like a whisper in their ears and when the candle goes out the sun returns. Akaashi opens his eyes. He leans away and Bokuto lowers the cupcake.

"Did you make a good wish?" He asks. It makes Akaashi's heart clench in his chest. He nods.

"Yeah I think I made a good wish." Akaashi can't resist his impulsive decision, and he isn't sure he tries very hard to. He can't stop smiling, and there are bouts of giggles trapped in his chest. He never feels like this at school, he never feels like this in the open, this giddy and overwhelmed. These aren't public emotions. These are emotions he only feels with Bokuto, feelings he only feels when they're alone and believing in forever.

He picks up the cupcake from between them and sets it to the side on the ground. Bokuto watches him with a smile and then his eyes grow wide as Akaashi gets to his knees. The blanket falls from his lap and he feels his legs get colder, but it doesn't faze him. He shuffles closer and Bokuto's hands come up instinctively to hold his hips. Akaashi settles in Bokuto's lap and doesn't wait to pull him into a kiss and let himself be held. He lets go of any fear of being caught and embraces the warmth of Bokuto's body against his own. He just wants Bokuto, kissing him till death.

Bokuto sighs when their lips meet and he kisses Akaashi back easily. His hands tighten slightly as they slide onto Akaashi's waist, and Akaashi can feel Bokuto pulling on his shirt, probably wishing it weren't there. Bokuto's heart is racing under Akaashi's palms at his pulse, holding him as their lips move. There's a cloud that escapes from between them as they both sigh out hot breaths between a kiss, where their warmth meet the cold of winter.

But eventually their smiles get in the way.

"Happy birthday, Keiji," Bokuto whispers when Akaashi pulls away, finally saying what Akaashi was waiting for, what he was silently and patiently wishing to hear.

Bokuto doesn't ask what Akaashi's wish was but Akaashi says it anyway.

"You," Akaashi whispers. And Bokuto's brows turn up a little.

"What?"

"You," Akaashi says, "that's what I wished for, I wished for you."

He swears he sees Bokuto's cheeks get pinker, and he feels the back of his neck get warmer under Akaashi's palm. It makes him smile and he leans in again to place a soft kiss on his lips again, just a peck before pulling away.

"Keiji you cant tell me though, or else it wont come true." Bokuto seems concerned all of a sudden but Akaashi looks at him with a smile and holds him tighter. He shakes his head.

"I don't believe that. Why would keeping something from someone I love make it any stronger?" Bokuto blinks a few times.

"Well cause, cause it's supposed to be between you and the universe."

Akaashi nods at this.

"You are my universe Kou," he whispers, and smiles in a way that almost hurts. "You'll keep my wishes safe, I know you will." He leans forward again, and Bokuto lets him take as he pleases, saying what he wishes and accepting all of Akaashi's truths. He lets his complains dissolve into their kiss, and Akaashi fully indulge in what he's always craving. "Thank you, Koutarou," Akaashi whispers, quietly and hopelessly, wishing on Bokuto's name, knowing in all the world it is the best place to put them.

//END

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paintbrushyy · 11 months

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Up All Night (with you)

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Summary:

You know how it goes, boy meets boy, and the rest is history. Bokuto spills his drink on a stranger, and after that is when it all comes together, including Bokuto and Akaashi. The first date is all they need to fall. OR: Bokuto spills his drink on Akaashi at a party, and at first glance falls madly in love with him, and quickly lands the date.

Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: E

WC: 39.4K

Tags: Meet-cute, First dates, eventual smut, love at first sight +more on AO3

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paintbrushyy · 17 hours

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Aphrodisiac Chapter 11

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Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: E

WC: 79k (whole fic)

Warnings: Blood, Violence, CNC, Kink, explicit sexual content

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paintbrushyy · 1 year

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Obsession

Rating: T

Ship: Bokuaka

Bokuto is obsessed with kissing Akaashi. There's nothing he wouldn't give to kiss him. He could do it all day if Akaashi would only let him. He's obsessed with the perfect curve of his cupids bow, the soft plush of his bottom lip, and how when they're kissing he can feel how warm they are, and how red they get after.

He really could kiss him all day, but above all Bokuto's favorite time to kiss Akaashi is really late at night. Akaashi's entire face will take on a lazy, happy, daze after working. As he gets up from his desk and comes to the couch to sit and curl into Bokuto lap, Bokuto will be overcome with the need to kiss him.

"Can you sit up?" he'll ask and Akaashi will groan asking why before he does. Then gently and quietly Bokuto will say, "Because I want to kiss you." Before leaning in. Akaashi will always take in a small surprised gasp before their lips meet, and when Bokuto hears it he'll smile.

When it's late at night Akaashi will kiss Bokuto back with a slowness only meant for the tired, for the lazy and the soft. Bokuto will lean forward more and more until Akaashi falls back onto the couch and Bokuto is hovering over him. Their lips will move and suddenly all awareness of time will disappear and Bokuto will be overcome by an ache deep with need.

Akaashi will smile and giggle as his exhausted brain only focuses on Bokuto and suddenly nothing else matters.

That's when Bokuto loves to kiss Akaashi the most. When there's nothing else to do, and Akaashi's only respite from the day is Bokuto. When all else collapses to their love and he's pulled in by the shape of the words 'I love you' in Akaashi's mouth. //END

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paintbrushyy · 11 months

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Aphrodisiac Chapter 1-3

Summary:

If the Devil gave you a wish, what would you wish for? For Akaashi it's easy, he'd ask him to stay forever. OR: Bokuto is the Devil who offers a wish in exchange for sex. Akaashi then makes Bokuto his pet and they have loads of sex and accidentally fall in love.

Rating: E

Ship: Bokuaka

Warnings: Blood, BDSM, fictional religion/theology +more on AO3

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paintbrushyy · 1 year

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Kissing

Rating: G

Ship: Bokuaka

Bokuto isn't sure what possessed him to ask to go to the park, it was just on instinct. They were passing it, like they always do, and it's spring and the cherry blossoms seemed to look pinker than all the other days.

"Kashi, do you wanna walk through the park?" He peers back at Akaashi, walking quietly behind him. The younger boy smiles and gives a nod. They veer into the pathway just as they approach the entrance, and move to follow it through the trees. it's warm out for spring.

"It's pretty this time of year," Akaashi says, and Bokuto hums several time. They have the same favorite season.

"Lets stop for a bit," he says and takes a turn, walking into the grass and leaving Akaashi to scramble ever slightly to follow him.

"Bokuto-san, you shouldn't just walk off," he scolds, but Bokuto just giggles, smiling at him again. He shoves his hands into his pockets and continues climbing up the hill. Akaashi follows, hand holding tight to his bag strap.

"Gahhhh," Bokuto sighs, tossing his bag down, and it thumps at the base of the tree.

"It's so nice out, I just wanna lay in the sun!" Bokuto sits down in the grass, and Akaashi finishes the curve of the hill, stopping now in front of him.

"You say that every time the day is nice, Bokuto-san." And Bokuto laughs, head tossing back. He wraps his arms around his knees and watches Akaashi as he moves.

Akaashi is gentler with his things, slowly dislodging his bag from his shoulder, and placing it next to Bokuto's. Lowering himself with a whispered sigh onto the grass at Bokuto's side. Bokuto leans in, brushing their shoulders together.

He wants to be closer. He always does.

"Akaashi why'd you joined the volleyball club?" he asks and Akaashi looks at him, eyes calm but still showing a hint of surprise. Bokuto lies back as he answers.

"Because it looked fun." Bokuto folds his arms behind his head. Akaashi glances at him and offers a small smile. "Because I saw someone once that inspired me to play." Bokuto's heart jumps at the smile, the soft warmth spreading through him. He really wants to be closer, as close as possible.

"Who was that?" He asks, Akaashi looks away, but Bokuto catches the hint of pink on his cheeks, the sight of it heating his own. Akaashi lies back in the grass and sighs. They both stare up at the leaves, swaying in the wind. Midterms are almost finished, they're both tired, Bokuto knows it. Yet Bokuto is restless, his body feels urgent with the desire to pour himself into something. He wants that something to be Akaashi, to give him every ounce of himself. Akaashi doesn't answer his question, but Bokuto doesn't realize. Instead he moves, suddenly focused on the only thing he's truly wanted all day.

Bokuto shifts up and with Akaashi's eyes on him, moves on to both hands and knees, over Akaashi. Their faces aren't close, but Akaashi is swallowed up by Bokuto's shadow. Bokuto can see him holding his breath, just as he holds his own. He gulps down his fear. He hovers there and Akaashi's eyes grow wider.

"Bokuto-san..." But his voice dies into a whisper.

"Akaashi, I really want to kiss you right now." He lets his words drop down on him, a whisper only the two of them can hear.

"Why would you want to do that?" Akaashi asks and it hurts Bokuto to hear him ask. It's not like the movies, falling in love like this. It's not easy. It's scary.

"Because... I want to be close to you." Akaashi seems to take a deep, silent, breath. He blinks and Bokuto waits, fingers curling into the grass at the side of Akaashi's head.

"If you want to... you can," Akaashi whispers.

For a moment Bokuto feels his head stop working, soaking in Akaashi's words, caught between surging forward and slowly backing away. He licks his lips, and feels Akaashi's eyes watch him as he lowers to be closer. Slowly, he tilts his head, and when he feels the brush of Akaashi's lips slot against his own, he lets his eyes fall close.

They both suck in hushed breaths, and hold them as they hold the kiss. It only lasts a moment, before Bokuto leans away again, and Akaashi's eyes flutter open.

They both stay quiet, staring into each other. Then Akaashi does what Bokuto least expects, but hoped for the most. He reaches a hand up between them, and slowly slides his long fingers to the nape of Bokuto's neck. Bokuto lets himself be pulled back, breathless in a second as Akaashi suddenly lowers him into another kiss. This one, like a small flame, burns. He feels the warmth first on his lips, then deep in his chest, spreading to the very tips of his fingers. Bokuto presses their foreheads together when he breaks the kiss again.

"I was scared you were going to say no," Bokuto says and Akaashi smiles.

"I'm very happy you asked despite that." And Bokuto's smile widens, splitting, and aching in his cheeks.

// END

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