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His shoulders ache a little, and he cracks his neck as he pulls the door shut behind him. He throws his keys in the small tray near the front door.
“Keiji, I’m home,” He calls into the empty hallway, slipping off his shoes by the door. He pauses when he doesn’t hear Akaashi’s voice call back, the house unusually quiet. Akaashi usually gets home from work before him, and will either be napping on the couch or cooking dinner by the time he arrives. So when there’s no response, a sleepy groan or a call from the kitchen, Bokuto is confused. “Keiji?”
Bokuto shuffles into the hall, walking into the kitchen and finding no one. But just as he’s about to turn back towards the living room, a thump and the sound of papers fluttering comes from up the stairs. Bokuto turns, and shuffles quickly up the stairs.
“Keiji? Is everything— all right…?” Bokuto’s words drop off at the end, because sitting naked on the floor surrounded by papers is Akaashi, looking over his shoulder. Bokuto stares at him, at his eyes and then to the bunny ears that drape over his head, and at the base of his back a round fluffy tuft of a tail that twitches as Bokuto looks at him. Akaashi looks away, his cheeks reddening as Bokuto’s eyes trail over him.
“Keiji?” Bokuto whispers and he stands straight, slowly approaching the man.
“I don’t know what’s happened,” Akaashi says, his voice thin and high, almost like a whine. Bokuto crouches down to Akaashi’s level, looking closer at the bunny ears. They’re definitely real, soft fur coating them as they hang over the back of Akaashi’s head. “They just suddenly appeared.”
Bokuto sucks in a deep breath and watches for a moment. The ears twitch and he glances at the tail too. There don’t seem to be other changes to Akaashi’s body, only the tail and the ears. Bokuto swallows.
“Can— can I touch them?” Bokuto asks and Akaashi looks at him quickly, the ears swinging away as he does. Bokuto waits for permission, looking at Akaashi who nibbles on his bottom lip. He blinks and then slowly nods.
Akaashi doesn’t look away as Bokuto’s hand reaches up and takes one ear against his fingers, he strokes it from the base to the end, and pulls it around to the side of Akaashi’s head. It’s incredibly soft, softer than anything Bokuto’s touched before. It’s warm and delicate and Bokuto feels it twitch at his touch.
“Can you feel that?” He asks and Akaahshi nods. Bokuto looks at Akaashi’s face and it takes him a moment to realize that Akaashi is enjoying the touch. His eyes flutter as Bokuto again strokes the ear, and his lips fall open as he sucks in a deep breath.
He stops, pulling away his hand and watching as Akaashi’s eyes flick open. But they don’t widen into embarrassment like Bokuto thought they would, instead Akaashi turns where he’s sitting and leans forward. He takes hold of Bokuto’s wrist and brings it to him. He pushes his cheek into Bokuto’s palm and closes his eyes and suddenly Bokuto can hear soft purrs come out of him. Bokuto’s eyes widen as he feels it rumbling through his hand. His chest tightens as his heart races, and Akaashi leans into the way his hand moves into his hair.
Akaashi holds onto his arm, keeping him there, and his lips curl into a smile. He slowly nudges into the touch more and more, leaning forward.
“More—” he whines and before Bokuto can register the request Akaashi is on his knees and pushing Bokuto back onto the floor. He thuds onto the ground, his head almost hitting the floor, but Bokuto is too distracted to feel any aching as Akaashi crawls on top of him.
Akaashi purrs and purrs as he rubs his cheek to Bokuto’s chest, nuzzling higher and higher until his lips are pressed into the corner of Bokuto’s jaw.
“Keiji…” Bokuto calls and as soon as he does Akaashi stops, pulling away to look at him. His eyes seem gone, empty of any reason and for a moment it both excites and scares Bokuto. “Keiji, I need you to tell me what happened.” Bokuto pushes up to sit, Akaashi moving away from his face, but settling in his lap. Bokuto is very aware of how close Akaashi is, how his hands grab onto him, and how he’s completely and achingly naked pressed against him.
Bokuto tries to control himself, because at the moment Akaashi is the cutest he’s ever seen him, and his hands are pulling him closer and closer with need. “When did you… grow the ears,” Bokuto starts and Akaashi blinks. He chews on his bottom lip.
“I'm not certain, I fell asleep working on the bed and then when I woke up they were there. I took off all my clothes to look at myself and then I tripped and fell and you found me.” Akaashi tightens his grip on Bokuto’s shoulders, running his palms over their curve onto his back. He seems to shake on Bokuto, leaning forward but trying to hold back. Bokuto swallows, staring at Akaashi. “Kou—” he whines and starts to lean forward. Bokuto knows what he
should
do, what the
responsible
thing would be, but he can’t seem to move under Akaashi’s gaze…and he can feel himself getting hard.
His hands settle on Akaashi’s hips, and he feels them move when he does. They start to roll and Bokuto sucks in a sharp breath.
“Keiji, if you move I’m—” He closes his eyes, his brows pinching as the pressing of Akaashi grinding on him floods him with pleasure.
“Kou, it itches,” he says and Bokuto opens his eyes.
“What?”
“Inside, it itches.” He grinds down harder, pushing his ass down on Bokuto’s hardening cock. Akaashi leans in, cupping Bokuto’s jaw and tilting him back. He nuzzles into his cheek and jaw, his body vibrating with a purr. “Touch my ears, finger me, just let me be near you.”
“Fuck,” Bokuto gasps. But then again, he’s never been the responsible type.
Bokuto’s hands slide around Akaashi’s hips to his ass, cupping into his cheeks and hiking him higher on his body. He can feel Akaashi’s cock press to his stomach, already hard and leaking into his shirt. He uses all his strength to lift the both of them, and Akaashi hooks his ankles together to lock their bodies together.
Bokuto lowers them onto the bed, pushing the leftover papers onto the ground. He lays Akaashi out and breaks their bodies apart. Akaashi chokes on a whine and tries to cling hard to Bokuto, but Bokuto wants to look at him, spread out and flushed, twitching already with arousal. Akaashi digs his fist into the sheets and he arches his back before reaching between his legs. Urgently he presses a finger into his own hole, whining as his bunny ears twitch and his toes curl. He spreads his legs open and starts to beg.
“Koutarou, please, please it itches—” he gasps, his back arching again, head tossing back. “I want you inside me, please, mate with me.”
Bokuto’s heart plunges deeper into him, pounding against his rib-cage like it’s trying to break him open. His cock twitches, still restrained inside his pants, and he feels his mouth water as Akaashi touches himself more.
Bokuto pulls up his shirt, tossing it off the side of the bed then moves to undo the button of his pants. Akaashi moans as he adds another finger to himself.
“I can’t reach it— Kou.”
Bokuto rushes to lean over him again, falling into Akaashi’s reach, his hand pulling him down by the neck. He presses their lips together, capturing Akaashi’s whimpers in his mouth. He sucks on his lips, biting into the plush skin and making Akaashi yelp. He pulls away, meeting Akaashi’s gaze and he tries to control his breathing. Akaashi humping on his hand, grinding down to try and reach his needs. Akaashi bites his lip.
Bokuto reaches between them and takes hold of Akaashi’s wrist slowly pulling it away from his hole and extending it above Akaashi’s head. He pins both his hands there, above his ears that lay splayed out from his head. He leans up, and brushes his lips along one of them, feeling the soft fur on his skin and as he does Akaashi keens, crying out and shaking under Bokuto’s control. Bokuto dips to Akaashi’s human ear, running his lips there now and he feels Akaashi shiver.
“Breathe, baby. I don’t want you cumming just yet.” Bokuto releases his hands.
Akaashi takes in a shaky breath, reaching down to grasp at Bokuto’s sides, fingers running along his ribs. He tries to pull him closer, in between his legs so he can grind their cocks together, but Bokuto doesn’t let him. He resists his pull and continues to hover, leaving Akaashi untouched and leaking onto himself. He’s wetter than Bokuto’s ever seen him, streams of precum spilling from his cock onto his stomach and dripping over his sides.
“Kou—” he whines again, and it seems to be the only word he knows right now, begging for him in a simple plea.
“Turn over,” Bokuto orders and Akaashi nods. He turns on his stomach and pushes his hips out, ass pert and ready for Bokuto’s use. His tail twitches, wiggling with moments of excitement.
Bokuto leans away, looking down at Akaashi as his face presses into the mattress and his ass up in the air. He reaches out and runs a hand over his ass and the muscles twitch, hole fluttering at Bokuto’s touch. Akaashi whines, and his hands fist into the sheets. Bokuto slides his hand up to Akaashi’s tail, lightly touching it to test how it feels. It’s just as soft as the rest of him, fluffy and black and twitching. Bokuto buries his fingers into the fur, gripping the base of the tail.
“Ah—AH!” Akaashi jerks forward, his body trembling as Bokuto touches his tail. Bokuto lets go, afraid it hurts, but he watches as Akaashi’s cries turn into soft moans and whimpers and he presses his ass back more, searching for Bokuto. “More—more,” he whines.
Bokuto sucks in a deep breath, his body burning with heat at the sound of Akaashi begging, his own limbs feel slurry and warm, weak with arousal as he watches. But it all makes Bokuto more desperate too, wanting to stuff Akaashi full of his cock, wanting to fuck him silly like he’s begging for.
Akaashi snakes an arm around and Bokuto watches as his long fingers press into his hole, and he starts to rock back on them.
“I need it— it itches please.” His voice is breathy, gasping with shaky desperation. He lets out a moan, lewd and loud in their bedroom.
Bokuto nods even though Akaashi can’t see him. His eyes are transfixed on Akaashi’s two fingers, pushing in and out of his hole, trying to stretch it more when they scissor. He gets closer, and breathes lightly on it, his hot breath hitting the skin and making Akaashi gasp. Bokuto’s mouth waters, so he sticks out his tongue, pressing it lightly to Akaashi’s hole. He flattens his tongue against it, feeling Akaashi’s fingers still move. He tastes sweeter than usual.
Bokuto presses the tip of his tongue in next to Akaashi’s fingers, fitting it in with them. As soon as he does Akaashi keens, his legs trembling and Bokuto has to grip into his thighs to keep him steady. He presses his tongue in as far as he can, swirling it until Akaashi is shaking even more. His hands wander up his quivering thighs, until he’s reaching for his tail again. He rubs a thumb at the base, where it’s firm on Akaashi’s bone. Akaashi whines, letting out a long cry that fades into a whimper.
“Kou— I'm gonna cum— don’t let me cum.”
Bokuto pulls his tongue out and stops touching Akaashi’s tail, fulfilling his wish as soon as he asks. Akaashi loosens, pulling his fingers away from his hole and relaxing his hips. He tries to catch his breath, as Bokuto’s hands start to wander again, trailing over the arch of his back and sides.
“You wanna come on my cock, is that it?” He asks and Akaashi nods. He turns his head, pressing one cheek into the sheets and looks at Bokuto over his shoulder.
“I want you— inside me.” He gulps, and he licks his lips. Bokuto watches as Akaashi’s tail twitches, his hips shifting again. He grips into Akaashi’s ass, squeezing until the skin turns pink, feeling the muscle give in his palm.
“Okay. I’ll give you what you want.”
Bokuto kneels behind Akaashi, pressing both hands to his ass and massaging, spreading the cheeks until his hole stretches. Akaashi hisses each time he does, sucking in sharp breaths with the burn.
“Please— give it to me.” He wiggles his ass and pushes it up even more.
Bokuto reaches for his cock, spreading the dripping precum over the head and shaft, stroking himself. His breaths get heavy as the frenzied heat spreads through his body, making him weak. Bokuto lines himself up with Akaashi, rubbing the tip along the flushed puckered hole. His precum drips over it, down between Akaashi’s cheeks. His tail flicks.
“Mmh—”
Bokuto presses in, Akaashi swallowing him up. Akaashi cries, hands stretching up and pulling on the sheets whining as his limbs shake. He bottoms out, hips pressing to Akaashi’s cheeks and he pulls on his hips to press even further.
Bokuto groans, Akaashi’s hole tight and clenching around his cock. It feels different, wet and hotter than usual. His eyes flutter at the sensation, as he starts to shift out of him. Akaashi whines, clawing and filling his mouth with sheets to gag himself. Bokuto’s body burns.
He starts slow, Akaashi’s hole dripping now, squelching as Bokuto slides in and out of him. He starts to pick up pace, Akaashi rocking with the force of each thrust.
“Fuck—” Bokuto gasps and his head drops forward. He can’t catch his breath, as each thrust burns like he’s on fire. He squeezes his hands into Akaashi’s waist, nails digging into his skin and he feels Akaashi shiver. He pulls him back, and Akaashi rolls his hips as he does, slamming into Bokuto. He yelps each time, and his tail twitches, making Bokuto want to reach out and grab it. But he doesn’t, knowing what it’ll do, wanting to save it.
“Fuck me— so good,” Akaashi babbles, gasping for breath and whining as his body starts to loosen. Bokuto snaps his hips, Akaashi taking him well, swallowing him up in his gaping hole. He pounds into him over and over, until he can see tears stream from Akaashi’s eye as he presses a cheek to the mattress.
Bokuto lowers himself, bracing both hands on either side of Akaashi, pushing down on his hips so he lays flat against the bed. He presses his lips to the apple of Akaashi’s cheek, capturing a tear and Akaashi lets out a soft whine.
“You take me so fucking well Kaashi,” he whispers, “just swallowing me up like you’ve been trained.”
He snaps his hips particularly hard, forceful and holds it there. He grinds his hips, feeling Akaashi’s hole clench and flutter. His arms shake, shoulder bunching and Bokuto nuzzles into the back of his head, rubbing his nose to the ear that flops down there, and Akaashi whines out. He bites his lip and Bokuto lowers his head more, breath pressing to Akaashi’s skin.
“Are you sensitive?” He asks and Akaashi nods quickly, holding in his moans the best he can. He snaps his hips again, and Akaashi yelps. “Do you want my cock?” He speaks softly, his words almost out of place, but Akaashi’s lips curl into a smile, and his eyes flutter and roll back as he listens.
“Please, I want it— I want your cock.”
Bokuto groans, he thrusts again, picking up pace again. Akaashi lifts to his forearms, hunching over and his ears flop over the top of his head. Bokuto stares at them, watching them shift with each thrust, and then he falls into temptation. He leans forward and bites into the nape of Akaashi’s neck, imprinting him with his mark. Akaashi arches his back, tossing his head and crying out until Bokuto releases him. His bunny ears are now over his shoulders and Bokuto nuzzles into them again, listening to Akaashi try and catch his breath. Bokuto thrusts in firmly again, holding it there and then takes one of Akaashi’s bunny ears in his mouth. He bites into it and Akaashi yelps, his hands grip into the sheets and Bokuto feels him shake beneath him. When he lets him go Akaashi gasps and whines, rolling his hips and leaning his head back to meet Bokuto’s shoulder.
“You feel good… so good,” Akaashi whispers and Bokuto starts again. He smiles to himself, pressing a kiss into Akaashi’s neck and nipping when Akaashi bends his head to make more room, exposing himself. He presses his forehead to the back of Akaashi’s head, rolling his hips again and again and feeling his skin burn at the contact. His cock pulses inside him, throbbing at the wet heat of Akaashi’s hole. He pounds in a few more thrusts before pulling out completely, making Akaashi whine.
Akaashi whips his head around as Bokuto moves away, sliding down and pulling Akaashi’s hips back into the air. Akaashi doesn’t have much time to complain before Bokuto’s tongue is pressing into him again, lapping at his hole. His hands squeeze into Akaashi’s hips, pinning him in his position, forcing him to press his face into the mattress. He whimpers as his cock twitches, and Bokuto moans with his mouth pressed to him, the vibrations wracking his body. Akaashi’s tail curls up a little and Bokuto can hear his nails dig into the sheets again.
Bokuto pulls away, and pushes Akaashi’s hips to the side.
“Turn over,” he says, and Akaashi listens. He rolls onto his back and looks up at Bokuto. He looks delicious, and Bokuto licks his lips, watching again as Akaashi writhes in the sheets, arching his back and tilting his head. His red cheeks are stained with tears, and his swollen mouth opens to speak, but all that comes out is a whimper. He spreads his legs for Bokuto, exposing himself, leaking and wet ready to be fucked again.
Bokuto bends, keeping eye contact as he presses a kiss to Akaashi’s hip bone, and Akaashi squirms again.
“Koutarou…”
He presses kiss after kiss along Akaashi’s stomach, crawling his way up his body until their lips meet at the top, devouring him. He holds Akaashi down with one hand, keeping him pinned to the mattress. He rolls his hips against him, and their cocks brush, Akaashi gasping out at the touch. He holds tightly to Bokuto’s hips, guiding them in their movements, his mouth gaping. His nails dig into Bokuto’s skin and he pulls him slightly closer, adjusting his grip.
“It’s not enough—” the tears well up in his eyes, “It’s not enough, I need you Kou.” Akaashi’s knees press in on Bokuto’s sides, forcing him to slow his rutting. He looks down at Akaashi, eyes pleading for him to fuck him harder, pleading for his cock. Bokuto smiles, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to Akaashi’s lips forcing them both to pause. Akaashi melts a little, his body loosening before Bokuto pulls away again.
He leans back and wraps his hand around Akaashi’s legs, gripping in before sharply pulling him closer, onto his lap. Akaashi yelps, slapping his hands down to brace himself. He heaves his breaths, watching Bokuto as he lines himself up with his hole again. But this time he doesn’t press in softly, he thrusts in full force hitting Akaashi’s prostate right away and Akaashi screams, back arching off the bed. His toes curl, as mewls drip from his lips. Bokuto thrusts in again, hooking his arms around Akaashi’s legs to keep him supported against him, sitting up on his knees and pounding. He can feel his cock brush his prostate, throbbing inside him. With each thrust he can feel himself get closer, the heat building inside him, his body tensing.
“Keiji—” He gasps and Akaashi looks up at him, eyes wide and teary.
Bokuto plants his hand on the small of Akaashi’s back, sliding it down till he meets his tail. He thrusts faster, his hips snapping in tight forceful bursts. He can feel his cock stiffen, burning inside Akaashi as he rushes towards that edge.
“Fuck,” he whispers and he curls his fingers around Akaashi’s tail, holding tightly.
“Fuck— Kou— that’s going to—” he cries out, shuddering as he spurts cum over his chest. Akaashi’s limbs shake, convulsing as his orgasm rushes through him. Bokuto isn’t far behind, fucking into him faster until he fills Akaashi to the brim. The heat rushes through him, expanding until his head is dizzy. His muscles tighten and he grips into Akaashi’s thighs tighter, bruising him as he pumps him full.
Bokuto slows his hips, holding the both of them still as they gasp. He sits back on his heels, his heart thundering in his ears and looks down at his cock, still stuffing Akaashi full. But now it drips, white cum spilling onto the sheets.
Bokuto sighs, smiling to himself and then to Akaashi. He pulls out, slowly and listens as Akaashi whines again, legs shaking. He lowers Akaashi back to the bed, crawling over him and he kisses his cheek.
Akaashi opens his eyes and smiles sleepily, already worn. Bokuto hears him purr and he falls to the bed next to him, resting there as Akaashi turns on his side and cuddles closer.
“Now what’re we going to do about this,” he whispers but Akaashi doesn’t answer, only nuzzles closer and purrs, bunny ears pressed down against his head. Bokuto can see how Akaashi’s tail flicks, and he smiles to himself. He lays his head down, guessing they can ask that question later. For now he’s happy just watching Akaashi rest.