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Bokuto had always thought that Akaashi worked too hard. That he pushed himself too hard at work, then came home and did chores until he passed out on the couch. Sure, they were able to live comfortably and Bokuto rarely had to work (though that was technically his job, living only as a housewife), but the omega was unsatisfied.
Not because of his own loneliness and dissatisfaction, though both things certainly played a role. Because watching his husband work himself to the bone every day broke his omega heart. Enough so that he was ready to do something about it.
Bokuto and Akaashi had been married for perhaps three months now, dating for a year previous, after falling deeply in love upon their first meeting. Even so, Bokuto had insisted on waiting until sex, even in his heat. Akaashi had agreed to this, wanting to accept his lover’s wishes, however painful they might be for the both of them. However, Bokuto could feel that Akaashi was not particularly happy about all this, but kept silent.
It was important to note that Bokuto was not exactly opposed to sex; it was simply that he was still a virgin and found that fact embarassing. Because he knew from a few close-encounters that Akaashi was knowledgeable, and he was not.
He knew that it was a stupid fear, but somehow, Bokuto feared that if Akaashi found out how inexperienced he was, he might leave him for another omega. Marriage had helped a bit, though Bokuto’s heart still raced at the thought. He loved Akaashi so much. He couldn’t lose him over something like sex.
Now, however, Bokuto was willing to risk his fear, in an attempt to give his husband some sense of relaxation. His plan? To finally allow Akaashi to take his virginity. Though it gave him intense secondhand embarrassment, Bokuto had watched a good deal of porn in his days (though it gave him intense secondhand-embarrassment), and figured he could at least act like he knew what he was doing. It couldn’t be all that hard.
Bokuto sat silently on his and Akaashi’s bed, watching the door anxiously. He’d done all of the household chores already - washed the dishes, picked up their already-tidy living room, folded the laundry. Now, all he had to do was wait for Akaashi to get home, which would happen within the next few minutes.
To prepare himself for the evening, Bokuto had bought himself lingerie (online, as the idea of shopping in-person for such things was humiliating) and a pheromone-infused candle. He’d dimmed the room lights and willed himself into a semi-calm state, his own sweet scent floating around him.
Additionally, Bokuto had made sure to check that he wasn’t anywhere close to being in his heat, and had taken the proper medications - to ensure pregnancy was not possible. He was ready to lose his virginity; not to have babies.
Across the house, on the first floor, Bokuto heard the sound of the front door opening. His heartbeat picked up slightly at this, and he switched positions, sitting with his legs folded underneath him, hands propped on the bed. Kneeling atop the sheets. His eyes trailed nervously to the long mirror attached to the back of the bedroom door, looking over his own form. Uncertainty washed over him, and Bokuto began to move to slide off of the bed.
He isn’t going to like this, why would he? He tugged absentmindedly at the pale pink strap at his shoulder. There were a lot of them, crossing over his chest and back, a few gentle, pink lace panels covering his skin. Long, translucent thigh-highs graced his legs. The bottoms were nothing more than a few scraps of lace that left everything on display. He could barely look at himself, it was too embarrassing for even his own eyes to be laid on his form.
Akaashi wouldn’t be up to the room for a bit, he still had time to change. If he still had the courage to, he and Akaashi could “do it” with his normal clothes on. Off.
Bokuto blushed at his thoughts, beginning to stand up, aiming for his closet when a sound from in the hall interrupted him. Akaashi’s footsteps, nearing the bedroom. Bokuto’s blood ran cold as they stopped in front of the door.
Silence, then Akaashi asked, “Bokuto, baby, are you in there?”
Unsure of what to say, Bokuto remained silent. If he didn’t answer, would Akaashi move on? No, it was strange enough that he hadn’t simply come barging in - since they’d gotten married, no, since they’d begun dating, Bokuto had learned that his now-husband didn’t think much about Bokuto’s privacy, entering whichever rooms he pleased.
“Must be sleeping,” Akaashi said, these words obviously meant only for himself.
Bokuto’s eyes were hyperfixed on the door handle as it began to turn. His heart nearly stopped as it did so, his brain panicking. What should he do? Pretend to be sleeping? Hide under the bed? It was too late to do anything and his body was frozen still. At this rate, he was going to be found out.
The door opened, and Bokuto was suddenly able to move, shooting to his feet though he had no idea what he was planning to do next. Akaashi entered quietly, his head tilted slightly down. He had a bag in his right hand, weighed down by the shape of a box inside. As hard as he tried, Bokuto could not will his body to move any further. He was stuck, standing in his lacy pastel pink lingerie, plain for Akaashi to see.
As he entered the room, Akaashi said lightly, “I got something for-” He stopped, mid-sentence as he finally lifted his head. They washed over Bokuto’s form with bewilderment. “...you.”
He dropped the plastic bag he’d been carrying, expression unreadable. He was still in his work clothes, a grey suit coat and slacks. A neatly-buttoned white, collared shirt. Black-framed glasses perched on his nose. Akaashi crossed his arms casually. “What’s this?”
Bokuto’s face flushed red, and he buried it in his hands, embarrassed beyond imagination. “It’s- nothing,” he managed to say, then attempted to make his way toward the bedroom’s attached bathroom. So he could hide and wallow in his shame.
He’d almost made it to the door when Akaashi appeared, catching him before Bokuto could shut himself away. He turned Bokuto’s body, pulling his hands away from his face. So he was forced to look at him.
Akaashi pushed Bokuto back slightly, still holding onto his wrists. His slate grey eyes roved over Bokuto’s almost-naked body, trailing from his chest down to his toes. Taking in every inch of Bokuto’s form. He looked up, meeting Bokuto’s eyes now. His voice was like steel as he said, “Explain.”