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Bokuto and Akaashi were out at a club with Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu and Sakusa celebrating the MSBY win that night. They were all drinking too much, dancing and basically letting loose. The rowdy three -- Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu -- were on the dance floor as their raven-haired partners sat at a table and observed them.
Kageyama was watching Hinata with barely disguised lust. He loved how Hinata looked, how he moved sensuously when he danced and Kags was definitely getting worked up watching the display. Sakusa was watching Atsumu as well, but his lust was better disguised. Yeah, he appreciated his lover’s movements but no one likely could tell.
And then there was Akaashi. Akaashi was throwing back another shot as he watched Bokuto. Bokuto had had an amazing game that night. He had been on fire, cross-shots deadly, serves unreceivable. He had gotten the crowd all worked up with his flips onto the court and they all were behind him, chanting his name, and he ate it up like the star he was.
Akaashi was not immune to the primal draw of Bokuto in his element. No, you could say Akaashi was mesmerized watching his lover, the way his body moved, the way his muscles flexed, how amazing his ass looked in those tight shorts. No, Akaashi was far from immune to Bokuto’s assets, plentiful as they were. Which is why he was watching Bokuto like a hawk eyes its dinner. Every movement, every gyration, every thrust of his hips was seen by Akaashi and Akaashi was already deep into his fantasy about what the rest of the night would be like when they left this club.
Akaashi was quiet, listening to the music as the three of them watched their partners without speaking. None of them were what you would call talkative, which was good because it was so loud in the club they probably couldn’t have heard each other anyway. So Akaashi was fiddling his now empty shot glass and staring at Bokuto’s very fine ass when he saw it. His back straightened instinctively and he hyper-focused on his boyfriend. Because at that very moment, a group of four women who were dancing nearby the trio, started interacting with the three volleyballers. The women had infiltrated the circle the men were dancing in and were smiling and swaying with the men.
Akaashi was immediately on alert, and his change in demeanor meant that Kageyama and Sakusa also took notice and drew their eyes to the scene unfolding on the dance floor.
The women were young and pretty and seemed to be highly appreciative of Bokuto’s assets. The blonde woman, in particular, seemed to be eyeing Bo like a piece of candy and dancing closer and closer to him with each beat of the music. Akaashi watched, breath held. He was waiting for Bokuto to push her away, to turn his back, to rebuff her in some way. He waited. And waited.
But much to his surprise and fury, Bokuto did not push her away. No, there she was grinding on his leg and Bokuto was. Fucking. Laughing. Akaashi saw red. He knew his boyfriend had had quite a bit to drink, but he never thought Bokuto would accept what was happening now with this woman.
The other two dark-haired males swung to look at Akaashi and gauge his reaction. Akaashi looked mad enough to punch the woman and maybe Bokuto too, not that he actually would. Kageyama started to say something to calm Akaashi down, but Akaashi was already out of his seat and pushing his way through the crowd to where his lover was.
It took him a couple of minutes, but he finally made it to Bokuto. He walked right up behind Bokuto and grabbed the back of his shirt. Bokuto turned to see who had pulled at him, his smile wide and friendly. Until he saw the look on Akaashi’s face.
Akaashi said three words only, “We’re leaving. Now,” as he dragged Bokuto off the dance floor. They didn’t even stop at the table to say goodbye to the others. Akaashi just pulled Bokuto behind him. If Kotaro was saying anything to protest, no one could hear him. When they finally made it out the door and left the ear splitting noise of the club behind, Bokuto spoke.
“Kaashi. What’s going on?”
Akaashi didn’t speak. He just called an Uber and stood in silence. Bokuto was scared. Akaashi hardly ever got mad, but when he was angry, he was really scary.
“Kaashi? Is this about that woman?”
Akaashi pinned Bokuto with a withering glare. Bokuto gulped and shut his mouth tightly. About eight minutes later their car arrived and ten minutes after that, they were back at their apartment. Still Akaashi had not spoken and Bokuto was still very afraid. They were standing just inside the door when Bokuto braved another attempt at communication.
“‘Kaashi, are you mad? Please talk to me,” Bokuto pleaded.
Akaashi turned to face him, those blue eyes dark and menacing. He said slowly and carefully, “I think you’ve had too much to drink, Ko, and you should just go to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Bokuto was unsure. Akaashi’s eyes looked angry, but his words weren’t so bad. Maybe it would be okay. Still a little unsure, but willing to escape any nasty exchange at the moment, Bokuto went back to their bedroom, stripped to his boxers, and collapsed onto the bed. If Akaashi wanted to talk tomorrow, they’d talk tomorrow. Bo’s head would be clearer then and he could apologize properly. He dozed off quickly.
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“Kotaro, babe, you need to wake up.” Bokuto was roused from his slumber slowly at first. He tried to focus on the words and figure out where he was and what was happening. He heard Akaashi’s voice again, urging him to open his eyes. Bokuto obliged, slowly opening his eyes and blinking them to try to focus. He was on his back in bed and Akaashi was straddling him.
“Ah, you’re awake finally. Good. We can get started.”
Bokuto was confused. What was Akaashi talking about? He opened his mouth to speak, “Kaashi, what are…” but he was stopped by Akaashi’s finger on his lips.
“Shhh. No talking,” said Akaashi in a stern, commanding voice. Bokuto clamped his mouth shut. What the fuck? He tried to sit up so they could talk when he realized he couldn’t get up. No, he couldn’t hardly move at all because his hands were tied to the headboard.
“Kaashi, what the fuck?”
Akaashi looked very intimidating. “I told you, Ko. No talking. I mean it.” Bokuto was still half-drunk, half-asleep, and fully confused. Now that he was somewhat cognizant of his surroundings, he noticed that Akaashi was naked. It took Bokuto all of two seconds to put together this fleeting thought -- angry, naked Akaashi meant trouble.
“Kaashi, babe, is this about that wom…”
“Kotaro, if you don’t shut the fuck up, you’re going to regret it.” Bokuto clamped his mouth shut again, his fear ratcheting up a few notches. He now knew a few things. First, it most definitely was about that woman. Second, he was most definitely in trouble with his boyfriend. And third, which was so important it bore repeating again. Angry, naked Akaashi was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
“So,” Akaashi said almost conversationally from his perch, “let’s talk about what happened tonight.” Bokuto opened his mouth to answer but remembered he wasn’t supposed to be talking. He shut his mouth again.
“Good boy. So there was a very attractive woman at the club, wasn’t there? You may nod or shake your head to answer my questions.” Bokuto nodded slightly. “And this woman came near you, didn’t she?” Bokuto nodded again. “And, presumably with some encouragement from you…” Bokuto shook his head violently.
Akaashi continued, “Ah, so you don’t think you encouraged her?” Bokuto shook his head again.
“Interesting,” said Akaashi in a quiet but serious voice. “Because it looked to me like you were smiling at her.”
Bokuto started to shake his head but stopped. He knew he had been smiling but he didn’t think it was encouragement. Was it?
Akaashi continued in his calm, steady voice. “So you smiled at her, which she took as encouragement, because you have a lovely smile, don’t you Ko?” Bokuto wasn’t sure if he was supposed to nod at that so he didn’t respond. Akaashi kept speaking. “And then, when she started grinding on you, did you push her away?”
Bokuto paused. He knew this was where he would be in trouble. He hadn’t pushed her away and that was why Akaashi was so angry.
“Did you, Ko?” Bokuto shook his head ever so slightly.
“And so, here we are. I’m angry and you’re being punished.” Bokuto wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer that one, so he stayed silent and didn’t move his head at all. He was too scared that he might make Akaashi even more angry. He was already in enough trouble.
Akaashi spoke again. “So here’s the deal, Ko. Your punishment is that you don’t get to speak, you don’t get to touch me, and you don’t get to move while I use your body as I see fit. And while I’m using your body, you’re going to be thinking about how you’re going to act the next time some slut comes onto you in a club. Got it?”
Bokuto nodded.
“Good. Oh, and it should go without saying but I’ll say it anyway. You don’t get to cum until I say,” said Akaashi as Bokuto frowned. Damn, he was in trouble. Akaashi leaned down behind him and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube he had strategically placed while Bokuto was sleeping. He had been so angry at his boyfriend that seeing him sleeping there, peacefully, had just made Akaashi want to teach him a lesson. So here they were.
Akaashi had already prepped himself in the shower -- wouldn’t want to let Bo see all that and enjoy it -- so he slipped the condom onto Bo’s dick and lubed him up. Not too much though since again, Bo was not supposed to be enjoying this.
“Ko, remember, no moving. I mean it,” Akaashi said with a warning tone. He gently eased himself onto Bokuto’s waiting cock, ever so slowly. He saw Bo’s eyes close and then open again. He waited a moment, more to tease Ko rather than give himself a chance to adjust, and then started moving slowly and steadily.
A couple of times Ko started thrusting his hips up which caused Akaashi to stop moving immediately, saying “Ko, no moving.” Akaashi just stayed there, completely still, until he was sure Bo was not going to thrust again. Bokuto wanted to scream in frustration but knew he wasn’t allowed. Akaashi started moving again, this time watching the strain on Ko’s face. Akaashi could tell that Ko wanted badly to touch him, to pound him and not be allowed to was killing him. Good, thought Akaashi. He deserves that.
After several minutes of a slow pace that frankly frustrated Akaashi as much as Bokuto, Akaashi moved slightly to angle Bo’s dick right at his prostate. He moaned lewdly and did it again. He was not paying much attention to Bo now. He was too focused on chasing his orgasm which was close, closer, closer.
The strain on Bokuto was immense now as he tried so hard to not move and to be quiet. Especially now that Akaashi was letting out vulgar groans and touching himself. Bokuto wanted so badly to grab his boyfriend by the hips and to thrust forcefully and make him release even more nasty sounds from those luscious lips. But he couldn’t. Damn it, he would never let a woman grind on him ever again.
Soon Akaashi was moaning, touching himself more urgently and bouncing up and down on Bo’s dick and Bo just laid there and took it, watching because damn, his boyfriend looked ridiculously hot right now, wrecking himself on Bo’s cock.
Akaashi let out one low growl and locked eyes with Bo as he came all over Bo’s chest. He stopped moving, finally, and Bo was strung as tight as a bow because he had not gotten there yet. Akaashi had done that on purpose. Damn, jealous Akaashi was ruthless.
Jealous Akaashi got up, cleaned Bo’s chest and removed the condom from his still rock hard cock. He didn’t look at Bo or speak, just walked into the bathroom in silence. A few minutes later he emerged wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt and he plopped into bed, turned away from Bo.
Bokuto was afraid to talk, but also afraid that Akaashi would leave him tied up all night.
“Kaashi? Babe?” he said softly, so softly it was barely a whisper. No response.
A tiny bit louder, “Kaashi, babe, can you untie me?” Akaashi sighed as if he was long-suffering. Which of course he was, having been with Bokuto for several years now.
He spoke without moving. “Have you learned your lesson, Bokuto-san?”
“Yes, Kaashi. I have. I’m really sorry about that woman. If that ever happens again I’ll get out of there as soon as possible. I swear. So can you untie me? I want to touch you and hold you.”
Another sigh as Akaashi realized that Bo was really sorry and truly apologetic. He turned over to face his handsome boyfriend.
“All right then. I’ll untie you. Please don’t let that happen again though. I hated that. It made me feel awful.” Akaashi said as he untied one wrist, then the other. When he released both arms from their restraints, Bokuto immediately put his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him close to his chest.
“I promise. I’d never hurt you on purpose, Kaashi.”
“I know, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi answered, as he threw an arm over Bokuto’s toned chest and nuzzled his face into Bo’s pecs. “I know.”
Akaashi closed his eyes. It was very late and he was suddenly very sleepy. He was drifting off when he heard Bo ask, “Kaashi, can we go another round? I’m still... Um. I still need you.”
Akaashi chuckled to himself. It was impossible to stay mad at this man. He was just so adorable. So Akaashi relented, and this time, let Bo touch him. And oh, did Bo touch him.
And after that night, Bokuto never let anyone except Akaashi grind on him ever again.