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Akaashi didn't expect to see a shirtless man at nine in the morning.
Especially in their university library, where anyone could walk up behind him and see what they were clearly gawking at. He and Kenma were peacefully doing their assignments, falling back into the monotonous rhythm that university truly was. Everyone had hyped it up, saying it was the best time of their lives.
Akaashi wanted to personally smack around the person who tried to force that narrative. He'd never been more miserable in his life, drowning in deadlines. For some classes that wouldn't even be important in the long run for his career.
Kenma shoved his phone in Akaashi's face, interrupting his fast typing and forcing him to watch the TikTok that popped up on his feed. It was a video a woman had posted of the new macho bar that had opened in Tokyo. A few friends of theirs had already gone, stories varied from the bartenders practically grinding on them to politely walking them to the exit, ensuring they were safe before leaving.
Neither of them were party-goers in the slightest. So why in the hell was Kenma showing him this? Akaashi's fingers hovered over his keyboard, nose scrunched before adjusting his glasses.
"I don't see how this is relevant to economics." His eyes flickered over strong backs and biceps threatening to rip the seams off the sleeves of their skin tight uniform tops. It certainly drew his eyes to whatever they were doing.
He watched multiple girls get swept off their feet. Literally. The guys were all over them, squeezing pineapples, demonstrating their strength. Tight shirts that were cut at the shoulders, flaunting off thick biceps and veiny forearms.
He could see the appeal. But he also didn't. Why would he want someone else to touch his drink, what if the pineapple squirted everywhere and got into his eye? Or—
"We're going." Kenma's words snapped him out of his internal tangent. "That's why I showed you."
Akaashi furrowed his brow.
"What? Why?" His tone flat, bemused.
"It looks fun. Besides, what's the harm in indulging in something new?"
"You're the last person I'd suspect ever wanting to go to this place," he retorted and Kenma merely shrugged the accusation off. He buried his nose in his Switch, shoving his phone in his pocket. "And the last person who wants to 'try something new.'"
"Who wouldn't want to see some jacked guy squeeze a pineapple with his bare hands?"
Akaashi blinked.
"That sounds disgusting. I know a better way to spend my time. Such as studying or working," he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear, Kenma rolled his eyes.
"But that's all you ever do. It won't be just us, I've convinced someone else to go as well," Kenma added, thumbs flicking the joysticks fast.
Akaashi tapped his finger against his laptop, eyes narrowing. Curiosity got the better of him.
"And who did you manage to convince, hm?"
"Sakusa."
He swallowed thickly. If Kenma could have convinced someone like Sakusa to go, then maybe he should let loose a little as well. Akaashi was uptight in every sense of the word, but Sakusa had him beat.
"…You already have it planned, don't you?"
Kenma's lips pulled into a tiny smirk.
"Saturday night, I bought us the VIP room for the night. They only allow one group in each night, so I had to grab it sooner than later."
Akaashi's eyes almost bulged out of his head. He knew Kenma was affluent. More so than the average college student, with his business head and shoulders above many companies. But buying out for an entire room at a club for a singular night was outrageous.
But, he knew Kenma never would buy something egregious unless there was profit to it in the end. Whether the profit was a night of fun or something more, Akaashi had no idea.
"That…That had to be expensive." Kenma shrugged again, flickering his golden eyes up.
"Not really. Barely made a dent in my account."
Akaashi stared blankly at Kenma. His friend blinked back, raising a thin brow. A moment of silence passed, both staring. Kenma wasn't bluffing about this stupid macho bar. And Akaashi wasn't a fool, he knew his friend.
There was some ulterior motive as to why they were going to downtown Tokyo on a Saturday night. A bar with drinking and flooded with people wasn't Kenma's style at all. It also clicked in Akaashi's mind that Kenma most certainly had to put this reservation in much sooner than just a few days before the weekend.
He had this planned out all along.
Akaashi made a mental note to press on about it later. He couldn't care less then, mostly because he was exhausted and just wanted to get his lectures over with. He let out a low sigh before Akaashi shut his laptop, not feeling in the mood to do any more assignments.
"Okay. Well, I'll go." Mainly because he'd feel bad if Kenma was dropping that much money only for two people. Might as well go and get the full experience, especially if Kenma was dropping that much money.
"Good. I mean, I would have made you go anyway. One way or another."
Akaashi shot him a half-hearted glare. He hated how Kenma was right. If it wasn't today, it most certainly would have been later. Snagging his laptop, he shoved it in his bag, grumbling to himself.
"I'm leaving for class."
"Hey, wait!"
✮
Kiyoomi crossed his arms, staring at Kenma, not amused in the slightest.
"What the hell is this?"
Akaashi silently picked at his tray, head down. They decided to eat before going to the club, and Akaashi was surprised to figure out the bar was pretty cheap to get into.
Kiyoomi's disgust grew when he gestured to the bills on the table, ones that Kenma had drawn out of his account for them to use.
"I told you that I would get us out money so we can tip the workers."
"But other people have touched those bills. And god knows where they have been. And now, we're going to shove them in their pants?"
Akaashi bit back a smile, shaking his head. He decided to sit this one out.
"That's the point of clubs. Mind you, you're the one who agreed, not Keiji." Akaashi snapped his head up, brows pinched. Staying out of it lasted about two bites of his ramen. He pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand, became the bigger person, and ignored Kenma's comment.
"I know it's the point of clubs, but I'll just use my card and tip them that way."
"I don't think they're going to pull out a tap-to-pay machine, Kiyoomi," Akaashi replied and Kenma chuckled, biting his inner cheek.
"I'm afraid not. If you don't want to use the bills, then you can tell the bartender to split it evenly. Maybe even pay your favorite dancer a little more?"
Kiyoomi grimaced.
"I don't see that happening."
"You never know. Things change." To put it simply, neither Kenma or Akaashi believed Kiyoomi's begrudging attitude towards the club. After all, he was the best dressed.
Akaashi glanced down at his empty bowl, pushing it away before taking a sip of his drink. His nerves were making his stomach feel a little unsettled, but he could have cared less. After mentally hyping himself up for the entire week, he agreed that it was time to let loose. Some fun was harmless, probably be good for Akaashi too.
"I'll take some bills. I'll pay you back." Kenma nodded, waving his hand.
"Go on ahead, and don't worry about it." Kiyoomi's brows furrowed, wrinkles on his forehead while Akaashi snagged a few of the paper bills, tucking them into his back pocket.
"Eugh. Good luck with contracting something."
"I can bet you at this club, people have had hooked up in the room we're about to be in. And yet, you're stressing out about money," Akaashi retorted, putting his own cash on the table before they stood up from the booth.
Kenma smiled while Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, walking out of the little restaurant. The club was just down the street and Akaashi felt his heart beat slowly increase with each step. They were about to go spend their night in a VIP room. With some random men they've never met before.
The implications were more than enough to make his palms start to sweat. He should have put cologne on. Or maybe he should have put on a more attractive pair of boxers—
"Excuse me." Kenma snuck between Akaashi and Kiyoomi, handing the bouncer a few bills, enough to cover their entrance fee. "Party name is under Kozume."
The bouncer nodded, shuffling to the side to let them in. "Go straight to the back and turn left, you'll find the room there." They all nodded and follow the man's instructions. They had arrived right when the club opened, people slowly filtering in. The music was low, rumbling deep in Akaashi's chest. He could hardly see a thing, he pushed his glasses up and squinted his eyes, trusting Kenma, who led them down the hall. Dark purple lights guided them, back to the private room.
It was marked off with velvet ropes, as if it would do much. But none of them dared to move past them, waiting patiently for entry.
Standing in front of the door, Akaashi started to feel anxious. He scratched the back of his head, glancing out of his peripheral to catch Kiyoomi's gaze. His lips were drawn in a tight line, his face emotionless.
Was he overreacting?
"Do we just wait?" Kiyoomi half yelled over the music, which increased in volume the longer they stood there. Kenma checked his phone, the bright screen blinding them all. With a tiny yelp, he swiped his thumb down, lowering his phone brightness.
"We don't get in until seven thirty and it's seven ten." Akaashi sighed, taking a step back, leaning against the wall.
"How long do we have the room?"
"Until it closes. They need some time beforehand so we can have drinks in the room instead of going to the bar," Kenma replied, nervously fiddling with his hands.
Kiyoomi still stood before the door before he knocked on it. Akaashi bolted up, getting off the wall and Kenma perked up.
"You paid for the VIP room. That means we should get the entire night, not wait—"
Kiyoomi's sentence was cut off by a tall man with messy black hair, smushed to the side of his head. It looked like he rolled out of bed and shoved his uniform on, uncaring for his appearance. But Akaashi couldn't deny, his hair became the last thing on his mind.
The man was attractive, sharp eyes that were filled with excitement. His lips were spread in a lazy grin, leaning against the door frame. His uniform top was cropped, exposing his tanned skin. Lean muscle shimmered with a soft layer of glitter, and Akaashi's eyes became fixated on the dark happy trail that disappeared beneath the low slacks.
He should really thank Kenma after this.
"Ah, our guests are here!" He called out, whipping his head to shout in the room. "A little early but we're done setting up. Come on in," he purred, eyes roving over all three of them. Akaashi couldn't help but notice how they lingered on him and Kenma. His chest tightened, unsure if he enjoyed the attention.
He stepped to the side, adjusting his bow tie. Akaashi couldn't help but stare, watching long fingers flick the fabric into place.
Akaashi swallowed thickly and followed Kiyoomi and Kenma, trying not to trip over his feet.
The private room was bright and Akaashi couldn't deny, he was grateful for it. The walls were painted a dark red, leather couches and chairs line the back wall, and there's a small stage, glowing a soft white. Between the seating and stage, there was a table filled with different kinds of unopened liquor and glasses, along with a small thank you note.
Akaashi couldn't help but to immediately notice the lack of performers. He didn't want to mention anything, afraid of coming off as rude.
"Where is everyone?" But thank God for Sakusa Kiyoomi, who didn't care about social standards.
The performer followed them in, shutting the door. He smirked, slowly snagging a barstool and sitting down next to the stage. Akaashi watched his long legs stretch out, propping his upper back against the wall. All that did was cause his shirt to ruck up but newly exposed skin got covered when he crossed his arms. Akaashi fought back his frown and sat down on the couch.
"I told ya, you're a bit early. My other friends are still getting ready. But…I can entertain you three while we wait? You, in the glasses."
Akaashi's attention was focused on the glasses and he shot his head up, eyes wide.
"Me?"
The man smiled and slowly got up from the stool. His heart started to pound.
"Yeah, you. What's your name?"
"It's Akaashi."
The performer walked over and grabbed a shot glass, "Akaashi? Well, Akaashi. What do you like to drink?"
All the thoughts were wiped out of Akaashi's head. "Uhm. I don't really drink—"
"Yo, Kuroo!" Akaashi, grateful for the distraction, snapped his head to see who walked in.
He almost dropped the glass.
Two men strolled in. One of them was blond, hair swept to the side. His bow tie was crooked and he didn't have a cropped shirt. He had a pretty smile and eyes, but he wasn't who Akaashi paid attention to. His eyes were set on the other man. He had two-toned hair, black and grey locks styled eccentrically. He didn't wear a shirt, his bow tie not yet tied. Glitter was smothered all over his toned chest and abs, even coating his Adonis belt. Amber eyes shun in the bright light, his smile stretching wide across his face.
Akaashi squeezed his legs together and ducked his head down, trying to conjure up sad images in his mind. But the image of the shirtless man was burned beneath his eyelids. Not that he was complaining.
He felt the couch shift and he saw Kiyoomi's shoes out of the corner of his eye. Akaashi glanced up to see his friend staring at the blond one. His hands were clenched in his jeans, onyx never leaving the man's face. Kenma, on the other hand, was staring at Kuroo.
"I don't remember any of them being on the performer's list," Akaashi hissed and Kenma slowly shook his head, his gaze never leaving the men. They walked around the room, getting ready for the night.
"They were, I had asked for them specifically."
Kiyoomi barely turned his head, his tone low.
"I was skeptic about tonight. But forget every thing I told you."
"I figured you'd say that," Kenma murmured, while they all stared at the performers. Akaashi hated staring but he couldn't help himself. Three attractive men were about to spend the entire night with them. Three men that were getting paid to spend time with them.
It put a damper on Akaashi's mood, yet he couldn't be too bothered. Not when the shirtless one glanced back and gave them a blinding smile.
"Hey! Welcome, is this your guys' first time here?"
They all nodded.
He laughed, "Well, let's make it a good one. I'm Bokuto, and this is my friend Tsum-Tsum!"
The blond frowned. "Call me Atsumu."
Kuroo patted Bokuto's back, gently jerking his head towards them, all three of them sharing whispered words. Bokuto nodded adamantly, turning to face all three of them.
Akaashi hated how his eyes started to float down his abs, sneaking a glance of his grey happy trail. He even dared to go lower—
"So! Let's get started!" He clapped his hands and all of a sudden, the room got dim. Kenma grasped Akaashi's sleeve and Kiyoomi shifted closer, all three of them crowding Akaashi.
He groaned internally. Until he felt strong hands on his own.
"Kuroo tells me you're not a drinker. Is that so?" Bokuto's voice was low, right in Akaashi's ear. He didn't even realize the man was right before him, he fucking hated having shit vision. Akaashi nodded dumbly, unsure of how else to answer him. Bokuto leaned back, his smile softening. A hint of genuine emotion flickered in his eyes. "Well, we don't need to drink to have fun." His hands slowly plucked the glass out of Akaashi's trembling hands.
"Yeah, we can have fun in so many ways. Like this." Akaashi was too focused on Bokuto's soft lips near his face, his vanilla, woody scent flooding all reason in his brain—
"P-Put me down!" Kenma sputtered. He was being bridal carried by Kuroo, who grinned brightly down at the smaller man. Kenma wasn't really putting much of a fight up, hands balled at his sides, unsure of where to put them.
"Awe, but you're so fun to carry around," Kuroo pouted, lips curved in a cocky grin.
Bokuto grazed a finger against Akaashi's jaw, gently pushing his face so they made eye contact. Shivers wracked Akaashi's spine at the simple touch.
"What kind of fun are you into, sweetheart?"
Akaashi blinked. Sweetheart. Butterflies curled in his gut, hands clasped in his lap.
"Uhm, we can do whatever. A-And my name is Akaashi—"
"I know." Bokuto cocked his head before tapping his finger against Akaashi's jaw. Akaashi pinched his palm and when he didn't wake up from this dream-like reality, he took a deep breath. "Are you a betting type of person, sweetheart?"
"I can't say I am, unless it's a bet I know I can win."
Bokuto let out a small huff.
"That's not really a fair bet, sweetheart. But alright. We can play this game." He reached behind him and plucked two cherries off a small tray. He lifted one to Akaashi's lips, eyes growing dark. "Open. There we go," he murmured. The praise washed over Akaashi, the wet cherry pressed to his lips. He fought the urge to flutter his eyes while he bit down on the cherry. Artificial sweetness and red dye exploded on his tongue. Not unpleasant, but not the greatest.
He chewed it for a moment before swallowing. His eyes never left Bokuto's, everything around them had faded away. He couldn't see Kuroo's hand going on Kenma's waist. He couldn't see Atsumu wrap his arm around Kiyoomi's shoulder. All he could focus on was Bokuto, whose lips were stained a pretty red.
Fuck.
"I bet you can't tie the cherry stem with your tongue in under…thirty seconds." Akaashi glanced down at the stem, then back at Bokuto. He leaned in, eyes focused on Akaashi's.
"What do I get if I win?"
Bokuto smirked. "Bragging rights. And a free performance, on me."
Akaashi wouldn't let that slip out of his hands.
"You keep count," Akaashi simply said.
He placed the stem on his tongue, waiting for Bokuto to start. The performer silently nodded and Akaashi got to work. He might not have drank, but that didn't make him some prude. He carefully swirled his tongue, the flavor of the cherry disappearing slowly. After a moment, Akaashi's tongue stilled. He placed the stem between his teeth and opened his lips, pride swelling in his chest when he saw Bokuto's eyes widen.
"Time?" he asked lowly.
"Fifteen seconds….Goddamn, sweetheart. Wasn't expecting that from you." Akaashi grabbed a napkin and spat the stem out, balling it up and tossing it into the tiny trash.
"Let's switch things up. If I win more challenges at the end of the night, then I get the free dance. What do you want if you win more challenges?"
Bokuto's eyes roved over his face, lingering on his lips, sticky from the cherry.
"I get your number."
Akaashi bit his inner cheek, grateful the room was dark, making it hard to see his flushed cheeks and ears. Probably not a smart idea to pass his personal number out to a performer, but he'd be dumb to not do it. The man was hot, to say the least. Akaashi made a promise to himself to let loose.
"A bit bold, don't you think?"
Bokuto winked and placed the stem on his tongue, eyes never leaving Akaashi's.
"I can't let a pretty boy like you slip from my fingers. Sue me for wanting to try," he murmured. He kept his gaze on Akaashi and not even a moment later, he held a triple knotted cherry stem between his teeth. "I think I win this one, sweetheart."
Akaashi bit his lip.
"That's unfair—"
"I don't think it was. I played fair and square." He shrugged, tossing the stem onto a discarded napkin. "Alright, your turn, sweetheart. After all, I am here for your entertainment."
Akaashi's eyes were focused on Bokuto's hands, fingers resting against the cushion. Veins popped beneath his pale skin, his fingers thick and sturdy, a hint of artificial flavoring on his fingertips.
Akaashi wanted to lick it off.
His mind dug for ideas before he felt the slight weight of the yen in his back pocket. He stood up, staring down at Bokuto. The man gazed up at him, lips slightly parted. He flicked his tongue out to wet his bottom lip before he grinned. Akaashi caught a glimpse of his canines.
God.
"I'll give you a minute to find where I put your payment."
Thick brows were raised high but Bokuto's grin never faltered. Instead, a hungry glint appeared in his eyes.
"Oh yeah? I can touch you, sweetheart?"
Akaashi swallowed thickly.
"I-If you want," he stuttered. He realized he came on really strong, his gut sinking to the floor, his fingers trembling. Not only was Bokuto a stranger, but he was in a small room where Kenma and Kiyoomi could see. Akaashi opened his lips to retract his statement, saying it was a joke. The protest disappeared within a moment when Bokuto's hands immediately grasped his hips. His grip was strong, Akaashi thought his legs would give out on him.
"You put up a tempting offer, sweetheart. But one minute? Can I have a bit more time…I'd like to check thoroughly," Bokuto hummed, fingers wrapping around his waist, fingertips grazing against his lower back.
Arousal swirled in Akaashi's gut, his breath hitched. He wasn't some novice, he'd slept with other people. But no one managed to make him feel like this, not with simple touches. Touches that made him want more, that made him crave Bokuto's attention.
"…If you want more time, then I don't think this the place for that."
Bokuto pouted, amber eyes widening, mimicking a puppy. Akaashi cracked a smile, his hands hovering over Bokuto's forearms.
"Fine, then later." Bokuto's fingers hooked in the loops of Akaashi's belt loops and tugged him closer. He ended up standing between Bokuto's parted thighs, slacks straining over muscular thighs. Akaashi wanted to sink his fingers and teeth into his flesh, smother the muscle in his marks.
"And what do I get if I find the money in under a minute, hm?"
"I don't see you finding it." Bokuto quirked a brow. He slid his hands down to Akaashi's thighs, gently squeezing them. His thumbs dug into Akaashi's inner thighs, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.
"Oh?" Strong hands slowly crawled up his legs, fingers toying with his front pockets. "I was just trying to play along, but if you're so sure I won't be finding it…" Akaashi gasped when Bokuto groped his ass roughly, kneading his cheeks.
A hot flush spread across Akaashi's face, his hands clasping onto Bokuto's forearms. His eyes were squeezed shut, biting his lips, swallowing the small moan that threatened to escape him. He felt easy, allowing some stranger touch him like this.
But fuck, it was exactly what he needed.
"You sure I won't find it?" Bokuto carefully plucked the crumbled yen from his back pocket, pinching Akaashi's ass through his jeans. He jerked his hips, all that did was make Bokuto smile.
Akaashi felt as if he couldn't breathe. His head spinning already, he relinquished his hands from Bokuto's arms. The man smiled, eyes shining in the dim room.
"I win. C'mon sweetheart, you gotta keep up."
Akaashi let out a low whine, eyes growing heavily lidded.
"You win. You win the challenge," he breathed, hands falling to Bokuto's shoulders.
That caught Bokuto off guard, eyes growing wide. He tucked the yen back into Akaashi's pocket, keeping his fingers pressed against his ass.
"Oh, sweetheart. Look at you, you're a mess already," Bokuto cooed, a hint of condescension in his tone. Akaashi took a deep breath, finally looking up to see the room was empty. He furrowed his brows.
"Wait—where did everyone else go?"
Bokuto rubbed his lower back, slowly guiding Akaashi onto his lap. Startled, he grasped at his biceps, glitter smearing all over his fingers. Immediately, Akaashi clocked the heavy weight that rested beneath his ass. Without a doubt, Akaashi would feel Bokuto for days.
Oh God.
"They've been gone. You were too busy trying not to moan," he replied, unable to hide his excitement, he rocked his hips, feeling…nothing. His brows shot up. "A-Am I readin' this wrong? Are you not into this?"
Akaashi wanted to crawl into a hole.
He shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. Akaashi gently grabbed Bokuto's hand and placed it against his mound, cheeks growing hotter. He watched Bokuto's brows rise high on his forehead, his eyes widening.
Akaashi swore a blush appeared on Bokuto's face.
"No, I feel really good," he mewled softly. His briefs were soaked long ago, his head fuzzy from Bokuto's teasing. "I just—"
"No, I understand. We don't have to do anything crazy."
Akaashi vehemently shook his head.
"No! I trust you. Just—Just keep touching me," he whined softly. Bokuto's eyes grew dark and without another word, his fingers slowly unzipped his jeans. "Don't you dare fucking tease," Akaashi added. Bokuto let out a soft snort.
"I won't, promise." His gaze was fixated on Akaashi's damp briefs, brow furrowing for a moment before he gently tugged on the elastic band. He wanted to snap at him for not touching him. Then, Akaashi got the hint, so he clambered out of Bokuto's lap, unceremoniously yanking his jeans down, kicking them off. He hoped he didn't look a fool, trying not to trip and stumble over the denim.
Bokuto spread his thighs, gently patting his lap. Akaashi clambered back onto the couch, finding home in Bokuto's lap. He'd wrap his arms around his waist, their chests mushed together. If Akaashi focused, he would feel Bokuto's heart. How it pounded against his ribcage, even if his face showed another story. He looked suave, a small smile on his face.
He felt comforted knowing he had the same effect on Bokuto.
"You're so beautiful, 'Kaashi," Bokuto whispered, gently nudging his nose against his cheek. A soft blush coated his cheeks, he glanced away.
"Keiji. My name is Keiji."
Bokuto let out a soft sigh, his lips grazing against his pulse, thrumming beneath his skin. Sharp teeth nipped at his throat, Akaashi whimpered quietly.
"I'm Koutarou."
Akaashi leaned back, looking at Bokuto through his lashes.
"Koutarou," he whispered, the name lingering on his tongue. It felt good, to say his name, to feel the weight of it. Bokuto stared up at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.
"Say it again."
"Kou—" Bokuto slid his hand down Akaashi's front, his thumb brushing his happy trail before sliding into his briefs, a warm palm cupping his cunt. He let out a choked moan when calloused fingers slowly pulled his folds open and found his clit. It didn't take long for Bokuto to find, Akaashi couldn't say others before Bokuto had such luck. He played with his clit, pinching it then rubbing it in small circles, eyes intent on Akaashi's face.
Akaashi groaned, head slowly lolled back, breathing ragged. Pleasure spiked in his lower gut every time Bokuto touched him, feeling his toes curl in his sneakers.
"F-Fuck, Koutarou," he moaned, spreading his thighs wider, knees digging into the leather. Sweat gathered at his nape, fingers buried in those deliciously broad shoulders, uncaring that glitter was now smeared all over his hands. It was a pleasant reminder of what was happening, what was about to happen. His eyes fluttered every time Bokuto rubbed him just right, his lips parted, allowing the noises to spill from his throat into the open air.
All that did was encourage Bokuto, his fingers working faster. He grabbed Akaashi's hip with his free hand, and before Akaashi knew it, Bokuto's middle finger ran along his slit, his precum coating his fingers.
"You're so wet," he whispered, a hint of awe in his words. As if he couldn't believe someone like him could arouse Akaashi to that caliber. "So responsive." Akaashi felt his fingers prodding at his entrance, his thighs shaking. His nails bit Bokuto's skin, jaw clenched when one finger slowly curled inside of him.
The burn was tolerable, although it caught Akaashi off guard. Bokuto's fingers were thick, but they felt so nice inside of him. Whenever Akaashi used his own fingers, he would make it quick, not really liking the feeling of being fingered. He focused on rubbing it out rather than his fingers inside of him.
But when Bokuto started to slowly thrust his finger inside of him, Akaashi became addicted.
He moved his fingers with precision, not a moment's hesitance before Bokuto found his g-spot. Akaashi jolted forward when his fingertip rubbed it, his other hand cupping Akaashi's ass, spreading his cheeks apart.
"Easy, let me take care of ya. Has no one ever touched you like this before?"
Akaashi weakly shook his head.
"N-No, people don't—do it good," he gasped, unable to hide a whimper. Bokuto's thumb ran through his pubes before finding his clit again, rolling it in tight, little circles.
Bokuto let out a soft tsk, clicking his tongue before leaning his head back, nudging Akaashi's chin with his forehead.
"Don't worry about that anymore, I got you now, okay?"
Akaashi nodded.
Bokuto's finger and thumb stilled simultaneously. Akaashi let out a sound of protest, brows pinched. His glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose, sweat and glitter causing his skin to glow beneath the dark lights. Bokuto's eyes never left his, a hint of admiration glimmered in liquid gold. Akaashi tried to ignore it.
"I wanna hear you say it."
"You have me now…."
"Good boy, now c'mere."
The last thing he expected was for Bokuto to kiss him. He tumbled forward, their lips meeting in a messy kiss. Their mouths were unaligned, noses bumping harshly into cheeks. Yet, Akaashi found it…endearing. He smiled against Bokuto's lips, shifting his head just barely so he could kiss him properly. He tasted like cherries and a hint of mint, oddly addicting. Akaashi leaned in more, allowing Bokuto to kiss him harder, to take all he wanted.
Bokuto hummed against his mouth, his finger and thumb started to move again, a tortuous pace of alternating between fast and slow strokes. Akaashi could hardly focus on moving his lips with Bokuto's. Eventually, his lips were parted, mewling into Bokuto's mouth. His tongue flicked out, gently grazing against Akaashi's. All that did was make Akaashi feel more eager, his hands pulling Bokuto closer, fingers roaming his broad back, wanting to drown in his taste.
The man nibbled on Akaashi's bottom lip, tugging him closer. Akaashi moaned and Bokuto smashed his mouth against Akaashi's, tongue gliding with his. It was as if he couldn't get enough, he needed more, wanted more. So, Akaashi allowed Bokuto to take. Allowed him to be greedy, to suckle and gnaw on his lips until they were kiss swollen. To let another finger slide inside, his palm grinding against his clit now.
Akaashi couldn't breathe. His chest felt like it was going to burst, his head becoming cloudy with just Bokuto's fingers.
"You keep clenching around my fingers, you're about to cum, aren't you?" Bokuto growled against his neck, teeth nipping his skin. Akaashi nodded weakly.
He knew he was about to come, Bokuto's fingers were moving faster, rubbing his g-spot relentlessly. "W-Wait—Slow!" he gasped, feeling his orgasm approach fast, unforgiving. It knocked the wind out of him, pleasure spreading all throughout his lower stomach, legs threatening to collapse. He let out tiny wheezes, his cunt spasming around Bokuto's fingers.
And just when he thought that'd be it, Bokuto's index finger poked his entrance. With the strength he had left, Akaashi gazed at him, his eyes unfocused.
"What're you doing?" he mumbled, his shirt clinging to his back.
"I'm gonna fuck you. But two fingers won't be enough."
"It'll be enough, just fuck me," he argued weakly, forehead pressed against Bokuto's shoulder. His fingers traced his abs lazily, grazing that grey happy trail. When he wasn't so fucked out, he'd ask Bokuto if he was really grey or if he dyed his hair. With a low hum, Akaashi pulled on Bokuto's belt, struggling to take it out of the loops.
Two hands came on top of his own, stilling him.
"Keiji. Here." Akaashi leaned back, letting out a soft hiss when Bokuto's fingers slipped outside of him. He glanced down, focused on the big reveal. He ignored Bokuto's amused expression, watching narrow hips shimmy out of tight pants to reveal the true size of his cock.
"Wow," Akaashi breathed.
Bokuto's chest puffed out under Akaashi's intent gaze. "Alright, it's nothing special now—"
"I wanna suck you off," he blurted, trying to sink between Bokuto's thighs. He wanted to bury his teeth in his thigh, feel the muscle twitch. He wanted to choke on his cock, to—
"No, we can do that later. I promise, baby." Bokuto smiled, yanking Akaashi up onto the couch like he weighed nothing, his back meeting leather. He tried not to flop around like a dead fish and positioned himself more comfortably. His legs subconsciously spread wide, sneakers digging into the fabric to scoot himself up, propping his weight on his elbows.
Bokuto's eyes were filled with a hunger, roving over Akaashi's half naked body eagerly. He looked almost like he didn't know where to begin, but he settled between Akaashi's thighs, tugging his slacks down just enough to expose his cock.
Akaashi felt his throat go dry.
He was thick, curving up towards his stomach. Grey hair was thick at his base, balls heavy. His tip was starting to poke through his foreskin, precum dribbling at the slit. Akaashi felt it was unfair he couldn't worship Bokuto's cock a little bit before he got fucked. Bokuto better keep his word about later.
Bokuto slowly caged Akaashi in, his hips fitting perfectly between his thighs. Akaashi's arms wrapped around his neck, burying his fingers into bi-colored locks. To his surprise, it wasn't hair gel keeping it up. His hair was soft and just as he was going to play with it, Bokuto let out a small moan, cheeks flushed.
"S-Sorry, I like having my hair played with," he mumbled, hiding his face in Akaashi's throat.
His eyes widened and let out a soft laugh, kissing the side of Bokuto's neck.
"Don't worry. I find it cute."
Bokuto's eye peered at his face before he smiled, rocking his hips forward. Akaashi gasped, the moment turning sweet back into something sinful when Bokuto's cock slid between his folds. His tip caught against his clit, creating a mind numbing sensation that had Akaashi grinding down. Soft pants escaped their lips, breaths mingling while they grinded, Bokuto's cock catching his rim with each thrust.
"W-What did I tell you earlier?" Akaashi sighed, eyes heavily lidded.
"Hm?" Bokuto cupped his cheek, lowering himself further, angling his cock at Akaashi's entrance.
"Don't tease."
"I'd never."
Before Akaashi could retort, Bokuto's tip slid inside of him with ease. He let out a tiny moan, digging his heels into the couch. He felt so stretched out already. Akaashi glanced down to see he still had a long way to go and he whined, hips trying to roll down.
Bokuto pinned him down, nosing his forehead. Akaashi tried to move but he couldn't. Strong hands kept him trapped against the couch, making Akaashi take his cock at his leisure. It shouldn't have been so hot.
"Easy, I don't want to hurt you. We'll go slow," Bokuto hummed, slowly rocking forward, sinking a few inches deeper. White stars bursted beneath his eyelids, jaw dropped, mouthing Bokuto's name but nothing came out. He felt like he was being carved open, his cunt squeezing Bokuto so tight, Akaashi was afraid he'd hurt him.
"S-Shit, Keiji," he moaned, head tossed back. Bokuto's arms trembled, his brow scrunched, lips swollen. Akaashi wanted to stare at him forever. "You're too tight, fuck—" he gasped, a hand pushing down against Akaashi's pelvic bone, thumb shaking against his clit. Even the slightest friction did wonders for him, his body slowly loosening up with each trembling thrust.
"O-Oh," he choked, glancing down quickly. His heart dropped seeing that Bokuto wasn't even halfway in. "C-C'mon, just—ah!" With one final thrust, Bokuto's cock was nestled deep inside of him. He could feel every vein, how his tip was twitching inside of him.
Akaashi wasn't going to last long.
Bokuto's hips were shaking, his brows drawn tight. Akaashi knew he wanted to move, to fuck Akaashi with vigor. And that was what Akaashi wanted, for Bokuto to make him feel the imprint of his cock for days.
So, Akaashi took matters into his own hands. Bokuto's grip had loosened on him slightly, just enough for him to arch his back, and fucked himself on Bokuto's cock. A loud moan was ripped from Bokuto's throat, his head tossed back.
"G-God, are you trying to kill me?" he gasped, getting up to his knees. He grasped Akaashi's hips and lifted his lower half off the couch, suspended in mid-air.
A smirk curled on Akaashi's lips, his arms tossed above his head. Bokuto was in control now.
"Mhm. Whatever it takes to get you to fuck me."
Bokuto's eyes widened before a dangerous grin spread across his face.
"Remember, you asked for this."
Famous last words.
A cry was ripped from his throat when Bokuto started to fuck him. He was relentless, rocking his hips up so his tip could slam against Akaashi's g-spot every time. His back was curved in a deep arch, which only made Bokuto's cock drive impossibly deeper. Each thrust felt dangerously close to his cervix, but the tingle of pain just made him more wet.
If Akaashi from Monday were to see the position he was in at the moment, he'd have a heart attack. He never fucked around aimlessly, always built a strong connection with whoever he wanted to have sex with. Hookup culture really wasn't his thing. He found it to be too scary, to sleep with some stranger off the street and bringing them to his home.
Present Akaashi wanted to smack around past Akaashi for ever thinking this night would be shit. His jaw went slack once Bokuto's thumb found his clit again, swollen from the attention it got all night, being torn from his thoughts.
"Eyes up here, baby. There we go, don't disappear on me. I wanna hear you, yeah. There we fuckin' go," Bokuto groaned, the humidity in the room causing his hair to wilt, falling down in front of his eyes. Akaashi's cunt gushed around his cock, the sight would have been enough to bring him to his knees.
"K-Koutarou, f-feels s'good," he slurred, head lolled back, fingers finding purchase in the couch. But Akaashi wanted more, wanted to mush their bodies into one. His legs shakily wrapped around Bokuto's narrow waist, the heels of his sneakers digging into his lower back, and that's when Bokuto's tip had found his cervix.
A loud yelp echoed in the room, a gut wrenching pain mixed with pleasure, causing his vision to white out. His breath was knocked from his lungs, fingers threatening to rip the leather.
"Keiji! Are you—oh fuck," Bokuto moaned, body collapsing over Akaashi's when his cunt sucked him in again, the angle causing his tip to rub against Akaashi's cervix with each thrust.
Akaashi never had someone go that deep. Bokuto's cock was splitting him wide open, fucking his goddamn cervix. The pain made tears burst in his eyes, but it felt too good. His hips trembled with each thrust, his walls tightening around Bokuto's girth.
"I-I'm close, wait, fuck," Bokuto half-whined, his eyes squeezed shut. Akaashi expected him to pull out. To leave him empty, on the verge of his orgasm but the opposite happened. He positioned his hips higher and grinded his cock against Akaashi's cervix.
He swore loudly, his gut clenched tight. Wordlessly, Akaashi's back curved, mouth dropping before his second orgasm washed over him in strong waves, a band snapping in his lower stomach, his juices smearing all over Bokuto's cock and thighs.
Bokuto only gasped, rocking his hips in small thrusts before pulling out, snagging a napkin from the table and spilling into it. Akaashi laid there, boneless. If he were in heaven, then this was it. Without a doubt in his mind. His brain felt fuzzy and warm, eyelids heavy.
"Hey, I'm just gonna clean you up." Bokuto's voice sounded distant, he merely nodded and turned his head, resting on a pillow. Not many thoughts strolled his mind, too blissed out to care, to understand the situation. All he knew was he just had the best fuck of his life. And Bokuto was cleaning him up with a napkin.
He winched, slowly sitting up, snagging his briefs off the ground. Akaashi glanced down at his feet.
"…Were my shoes on the entire time?"
"Yeah, but I didn't mind. I didn't undress either, so don't worry." Bokuto knelt between Akaashi's thighs, taking his briefs and sliding them up his thighs, and he pressed a soft kiss to his clothed covered mound.
A soft flush coated Akaashi's cheeks at the gesture.
"Okay, that's enough," he mumbled, trying to wave Bokuto off, but he helped him with his jeans. "Thank you."
"No problem. Are you okay to go home? Should I call a cab, or take you home—"
And that's when it hit Akaashi.
He just slept with a male performer in a macho bar in Tokyo. While his friends were probably in surrounding rooms. They could have heard him.
"Oh God," he whispered to himself, fingers covering his lips. Akaashi snapped his head up, shoving his hand into his back pocket. "W-Wait, let me pay—"
"Don't." Bokuto shook his head. "Please, don't give me your money. I-I didn't sleep with you to get paid extra, I really find you attractive. And I wasn't lying about wanting your number."
Akaashi blinked. He was genuine. He wasn't lying. Bokuto really wanted Akaashi. His lips were pulled in a thin line, eyes flickering across his face.
"I understand if you don't want me to have your number."
He shook his head, ignoring the crumbled money and pulled his phone out. "Put your number in. I'll text you tomorrow. After I get fifteen hours of sleep after that."
A sheepish smile spread across his lips, his eyes soft. Bokuto grabbed his phone, typed his number then handed it back to Akaashi. He glanced down to see he was put as 'Kou <3'
Akaashi's lips pulled into a small smile.
"I'll see you later, Koutarou. Have a good rest of your shift…" Akaashi bowed slightly before scrambling out the door. He didn't see Bokuto smile softly, his hands still grasping Akaashi's jacket that he left without.
He rushed down the hall with a bright smile that no one could wipe off.
✮
Bokuto grasped Keiji's jacket tighter, his hands holding it close to his chest. His body was thrumming with adrenaline, wanting to see the man again. Bokuto tried to not get his hopes up, but Akaashi seemed to be into him. Right?
He glanced down at the jacket, everything clicking in his mind. He parted his lips to tell Akaashi he forgot his jacket, but he already disappeared. Bokuto let out a low huff, until he perked up. It only gave him another reason to go see the pretty boy again.
And with that, Bokuto folded it neatly, tucking the jacket beneath his arm, and pondered the possible days he could see Akaashi again.