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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Akaashi_Keiji/Bokuto_Koutarou
  Character:
      Akaashi_Keiji, Bokuto_Koutarou
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Praise_Kink, sort_of, lots_of_sin,
      discussion_of_consent, Begging, mild_bondage
  Series:
      Part 3 of HQ!!_For_the_Soul
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-21 Words: 4285
****** Tasting Sunlight ******
by Say_that
Summary
     Akaashi can't really remember not loving Bokuto.
Notes
     I'd like to dedicate this to my sister and also the artist Eicinic
     But ummm, yeah, lots of sin, kudos and comment are always
     appreciated.
See the end of the work for more notes
Akaashi can't really remember what it was like when he didn't love Bokuto. He
knows there was a time when he felt differently, but it feels like so long ago
that he doesn't think it counts anymore. Maybe if he thinks back to his first
year, when he'd just joined the team and had first been introduced-
"A-Akaashi, could you be a bit gentler?" Bokuto asks, and Akaashi realizes,
belatedly, that he was letting his teeth drag harshly against Bokuto's cock. He
pulls away slowly and presses a soft kiss to the head apologetically before
looking up at his boyfriend and frowning. "I'm sorry about that, Bokuto-san,"
he says, wiping a hand across his spit-wet mouth. He can see Bokuto swallow
thickly, so his lips must be bruised from it.
"It's fine, really! Just, ah, be careful, right?" he replies, his gaze going
from Akaashi's eyes, to his lips, to the hands resting on his thighs. Akaashi
takes that as a sign that he can keep going and starts working his way back up
to Bokuto's cock, sucking bruises onto his thighs before he comes up to his
hips and presses his cheek to his cock, nuzzling it. He keeps eye contact with
Bokuto as he feels precum drip onto his face before slowly kissing his way back
to the head and opening his lips, taking Bokuto back into his mouth. He takes
him as far in as he can and swallows around him, groaning softly at the
sensation. If he's honest, Akaashi has to admit that he likes this far more
than he lets on. The heavy feeling of his boyfriend's cock resting in his mouth
and the way it makes it harder to breathe, those are best parts of it. The
taste isn't all that great, but he can work past that, because really, watching
Bokuto fall apart is honestly the most rewarding part of it.
But before he can get to see that moment Bokuto's pushing him off and pulling
him up for a kiss, shoving his tongue into Akaashi's mouth unceremoniously.
It's intense, wet, open-mouthed, and it couldn't be better. He moans into his
boyfriend's mouth and presses closer, their bare cocks rubbing together as
Akaashi straddles Bokuto and rolls down against his hips. They break apart to
breathe and rub against each other, taking their time and pressing their
foreheads together. It's intimate and makes Akaashi feel something he can't
really describe. The moment doesn't last too long though, because Bokuto's
pulling away to wipe the precum off of Akaashi's face before looking at him
expectantly and asking, "Lube?"
"I'll grab it," he replies, standing up on somewhat weak legs and walking the
short distance to his dresser and grabbing the lube and a condom from the top
of it before walking back over to his bed. When he gets there Bokuto pulls his
hips close and, without any warning takes Akaashi's cock into his mouth. He
drops the lube and condom onto the bed in favor of weaving his fingers into
Bokuto's hair and gasping, his head tilting back and his eyes closing. He tugs
on his boyfriend's hair and feels the responding moan around his cock and
honestly he could cry right now but then Bokuto would stop and that's the exact
opposite of what he wants, so Akaashi settles for whimpering as he feels the
grip on his hips tighten.
He's going to have bruises there when they're done and Akaashi starts to moan
at the thought of it.
He doesn't finish though because suddenly there are cold fingers pressing into
him and the moan jumps an octave and it's the most ungraceful sound he's made
in years and if Bokuto ever tells Kuroo about it he'll never live it down.
When he recovers enough from the shock to look down, he finds Bokuto staring up
at him and grinning around his cock as he scissors the fingers inside Akaashi
just so that he can watch him crumble. When he looks to Bokuto's side he sees
the open bottle of lube propped against his thigh, which explains the cold and
the slide of Bokuto's fingers, but not how he did all of that without Akaashi
noticing. He glares down at Bokuto, trying to look stern or annoyed, but it's
not really working all that well. His expression keeps falling apart, small
moans escaping whenever he opens his mouth, and whimpers creeping out with each
exhale. It's a bit overwhelming to say the least.
Once he feels Bokuto push a third finger in he forces him off his cock, letting
them both catch their breath. It's a relief to only focus on one sensation
again, and he lets out sigh that sounds more like a whimper. Bokuto's smirking
again and it would be more annoying if he didn't look so hot. What's worse is
that he knows it too, knows that Akaashi can't help but find his cockiness
attractive.
"You're a menace, Bokuto-san." Akaashi lets out a low groan as Bokuto rubs
around his prostate again and closes his eyes. He reaches behind himself and
grabs Bokuto's wrist to stop him, wincing as Bokuto pulls his fingers out
slowly. He opens his eyes, and blinks down at Bokuto, and let's out a short
laugh at his boyfriend's expression. He looks like he's staring at a god or
something, and if he's honest, Akaashi feels like that whenever he looks at
Bokuto, so it must be a mirror of his own expression. "Akaashi, are you just
gonna keep staring at me? Because as much as I like having you looking at me,
we kind of have something to do...unless you don't want to anymore? Is that
it!? Because that's fine if you don't want to, I can just go take care of this
in the bathroom-" and Akaashi's pulling Bokuto up and kissing him, laughing
against his boyfriend's mouth. He can taste himself on Bokuto's lips, but
there's some other flavor there that he can't quite name, something bright and
warm and uniquely Bokuto.
He pushes Bokuto back against the bed and pulls away slowly, looking up at him
through his eyelashes because he knows that it makes the other boy blush, and
just as he sees that red spread across the tops of his boyfriend's ears he
pushes his chest so that Bokuto falls down onto the bed. He stares at Akaashi,
wide-eyed, for a moment or two before bursting out into laughter. "Were you
trying to be cool, Akaashi? Or suave? That's adorable," he says, smiling up at
him. Akaashi gets on the bed on his hands and knees and crawls forward until is
face is hovering above Bokuto's and says, "Adorable isn't really what I was
going for, Bokuto-san," frowning down at his boyfriend.
But it doesn't really matter, because Bokuto's smiling up at him, face flushed,
and it makes Akaashi feel like he's the only thing that matters. He lets his
mouth fall into a smile and leans closer, pressing the tips of their noses
together, closing his eyes as he whispers, "I love you, Koutarou."
He opens his eyes and finds Bokuto bright red, lip pulled between his teeth,
and Akaashi's suddenly remembering when they first started dating and he had
asked Bokuto if he could call him Koutarou, how he had watched him flush all
the way down his neck as he told Akaashi that it would probably be best not to,
and know Akaashi knows why he had said that, because Bokuto's avoiding his
gaze, and his bottom lip, already swollen from kissing, is being worried
between his teeth at a somewhat alarming rate. Akaashi presses his lips to
Bokuto's to stop him from tearing at them, quickly pressing his tongue in and
tangling it with Bokuto's. He pulls away to bite at Bokuto's lip for him,
pulling at it carefully and relishing in the moan he lets out. Akaashi can feel
his cock twitch against his stomach, feel the precum that's slicking it. He
knows that Bokuto must be in a similar position, knows that they really should
get a move on.
He moves one hand out from underneath himself, searching around on the bed for
the condom and humming into Bokuto's mouth when he finds it. He pulls away from
the kiss once he has it in hand, sitting up and settling his hips on top of
Bokuto's and groaning as their cocks rub together. He's tempted to just get off
like that, but then he looks at Bokuto, looks at his mussed hair (no gel, no
hairspray, just tangled from Akaashi's hands, God does he love that thought),
his flushed face and chest, the hickeys blooming across his neck, his biceps,
before settling on his cock and all he wants is for Bokuto to fuck him until he
can't walk. He bites his lips and rips open the condom, looking up at Bokuto
before he slides it onto him, wants to make sure that he's still okay for all
of this.
Bokuto is staring at him. There's definite lust in his eyes, but mostly it's
something else, something that makes Akaashi feel like there are butterflies in
his stomach, because he knows that Bokuto's absolutely enamored with him, knows
that he feels the same, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing. "Do you
still want to do this, Bokuto-san?" He asks, letting his gaze fall to the
sheets next to Bokuto's head, suddenly glad for how flushed his face already is
because it hides his blush. He knows Bokuto knows that he's blushing anyway,
but he can try to pretend that his boyfriend can't read him like an open book.
Bokuto reaches up and puts his hand on Akaashi's cheek, rubbing his thumb
across the jut of his cheekbone. "Always, Keiji. Always with you," he says, and
internally Akaashi knows that he didn't whisper, but the tone he used made it
feel like he did. He makes himself frown, hoping to mask his happiness at that
simple statement and looks at Bokuto again. "Is now really the time to be
saying yes to sex like that? It would be more understandable if I hadn't just
put a condom on you, and maybe if I'd been proposing," he deadpans. He watches
Bokuto flush in embarrassment before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to
his lips and whispering a kind 'thank you'.
Akaashi sits up to make sure that he really has put the condom on Bokuto
properly before he lifts his hips off of Bokuto's thighs and shuffles forward,
so that when he sits back down, his cock is resting in the split of his ass.
Akaashi smirks down at Bokuto as he rolls his hips back a few times, testing
his boyfriend's patience, wondering if he'll snap. It's always wonderfully
rough sex when that happens, ending with Akaashi reduced to animalistic sounds
as he's fucked into oversensitivity. It's a Saturday, so they don't have to
worry about practice, and it's not like Bokuto's parents aren't used to Akaashi
being sore the next morning after a sleepover. So instead of just sliding down
onto Bokuto's cock, he rocks back against it, teasing his boyfriend more and
more with each backward thrust.
He does have to wait long, maybe a minute or two of pushing back and whispering
"Bokuto-san" to his boyfriend, watching him blush and squirm. He can tell when
Bokuto's about to break and he's trying hard not to smirk down at him as he
leans close and, drawing out the syllables as much as possible, says, "Kou-ta-
rou, please fuck me." Bokuto freezes under him, and Akaashi's wondering if he
did something wrong maybe before he notices the look on Bokuto's face.
He looks hungry. He looks like he's going to devour Akaashi and maybe he should
have thought through teasing him so much because now...now Akaashi is seriously
starting to doubt whether or not he'll be able to walk in the morning.
Bokuto slowly sits up, and Akaashi matches that pace as he leans back, until
he's mostly resting on Bokuto's thighs and he feels smaller than he his as
Bokuto pulls him close. "Keiji, could you repeat yourself," he says, and while
it might technically be a question, Akaashi knows that it's not. He looks away
briefly, hoping that it might let him calm down. It doesn't. All that happens
is that Akaashi can feel Bokuto's gaze dragging across his entire body, he can
feel when his gaze settles on his cock because he hums under his breath and
rolls his hips underneath Akaashi's. When he finally turns back to Bokuto, his
boyfriend's already looking at him, intense and aroused and Akaashi can feel
his cock twitch against their stomachs, knows that Bokuto feels it too. All he
can do is bite his lip and hope for the best.
"Keiji. I asked you to repeat yourself." He hears Bokuto say this, knows he
should answer, but when he opens his mouth all that comes out is a whimper.
Bokuto gives him a knowing look and leans forward, pressing his lips to
Akaashi's ear and whispering, "It wasn't a question, Keiji," before biting the
lobe of his ear. His hands immediately go to Bokuto's back, short nails digging
into his skin as he begs, "Koutarou, please fuck me. Please, I need you in me."
And he sounds wrecked in his own ears, must sound even worse in Bokuto's, but
it doesn't matter because Bokuto's getting ready to pick him up so that he can
switch their positions. He sees Bokuto swallow, take a ragged breath, and then
he's lifting him and switching their positions. It's slower than if he had just
asked Akaashi to lie down but even in the heat of the moment Bokuto's stubborn
and Akaashi knows that he wouldn't listen.
When they finally settle into place Bokuto drags one hand from Akaashi's hips
to his ass, squeezing it tightly before teasing his entrance, slipping two
fingers in to the first knuckle and spreading them, watching Akaashi twitch and
whine. "I want you to beg for me, Keiji. If you do that I might fuck you," he
whispers, smirking down at his boyfriend. Akaashi shivers, tries to keep from
whimpering as Bokuto leans down and kisses him. He whines as Bokuto pulls away,
reaching out to pull him back, but Bokuto just takes his wrists and presses
them to the pillow, eyes dark with lust. "Keiji," he says, voice low.
He swallows thickly, can already feel his voice getting ready to break, but
still he opens his mouth, breath coming in short pants between his words as he
pleads, "Please, Koutarou. I need you in me, please Kou, fuck me until I can't
walk, until I can't move, please!" And Bokuto's looking down at him, hair
mussed, face flushed, his Bokuto, his beautiful Koutarou is looking down at him
like he's a god. He laughs, soft and quiet before he leans in and says, "Well,
since you asked so nicely."
Akaashi feels like he could cry, letting his body relax against the bed. As
Bokuto lets go of his wrists, lifting his hips up as Bokuto strokes his hands
down his chest and stomach before sliding to his back and settling on his ass.
He expects Bokuto to grab the pillow on the side of his bed that's meant to go
under his hips, but all he gets is Bokuto squeezing his ass, his face still
kind of serious but mostly just contemplative. "Hey, Keiji?" he asks, and
Akaashi knows that this is going to make the mood drop but he answers anyways,
sighing, "Yes, Koutarou?" He watches as Bokuto licks his lips, panting slightly
before he continues, "Can I eat you out?" And Akaashi knew he was going to ask
that, knew that it would happen sometime today, and while he certainly doesn't
mind getting eaten out its just not what he wants right now.
"Koutarou, I love you, you know that. But I swear to God, if you don't fuck me
until I cannot move or talk, I will get up, and I will leave." And he means it
too. It would be annoying, and he would have blue balls for the rest of the
weekend, but right now he needs to have Bokuto inside him. Bokuto must
understand that he's serious about that threat because he leans down, moving
one arm underneath Akaashi to support his weight while the grabs the pillow.
Akaashi moans when he presses a kiss to the head of his cock in apology for
taking so long, sliding the pillow underneath his hips. Akaashi doesn't rest on
it long, his hips pushing up into the brief touch of Bokuto's lips, but he
moves away too soon and Akaashi's left whining as Bokuto lines his cock up and
just barely starts to push in.
Akaashi whimpers as he just barely pushes in, reaching down to start tugging at
his cock, but Bokuto grabs his wrist and pins it to the pillow again. "Don't
touch yourself Keiji." He watches as Bokuto's eyes light up and he grabs the
scarf that Akaashi had left on his bedside table, holding it up for him to see
as he asks, "Can I tie your wrists, Keiji?" And he's nodding before he even
fully processes it, he cock twitching against his stomach. "Please," he starts,
voice low with arousal and far too eager. Akaashi swallows thickly and tries
again, "Ah...yes. That would be fine." He's happy he was able to get that much
out with no trouble, and he bites his lip to hide his smile as Bokuto leans
down to gently tie his wrists together above his head. When he's done Akaashi
tugs at the bonds. They don't cut into his wrists but they're tight enough to
keep him restrained and he groans at the thought of any bruises they might
leave. He looks up at Bokuto through his eyelashes when he sees him lean down,
intentionally turning his head so that when Bokuto kisses him, he hits right
underneath his jaw instead of his lips. Bokuto gets the hint and starts to kiss
down his neck as he slowly starts to push into Akaashi again, sucking a hickey
well above the line of his uniform shirt as he bottoms out.
He can feel every inch of Bokuto's cock inside of him, stretching him out. The
burn is uncomfortable, but the feeling of being filled makes up for it. He
exhales and wiggles his hips slightly to settle himself, smiling as Bokuto
groans against his neck. "Keiji, don't be a tease," he murmurs, moving to bite
a mark onto his collarbone. Akaashi hisses at the feel of teeth on his skin,
twisting his hands in his bonds to grab the sheets. "If you would fuck me like
you said you would then I wouldn't have to," he mutters.
He almost regrets saying that loud enough for Bokuto to hear because his
boyfriend starts to pull out of him, and Akaashi panics for a second, wondering
if Bokuto's just going to leave him like this, but then he pushes back in, hard
and fast. The thrust jostles Akaashi, and he twists the sheets in his grasp as
Bokuto continues with that pace, pulling his hips down hard with every thrust.
"What were you saying, Keiji? I don't think I heard you clearly," he says,
moving one hand to stroke Akaashi's jaw, tilting his head so that he can
properly kiss him. Akaashi lifts his head to press his lips against Bokuto's
but Bokuto pulls away entirely, sitting up as he thrusts at just the right
angle, his cock dragging past Akaashi's prostate.
He wants to scream, wants to sob, wants to shout. He settles for crying out,
his thighs starting to shake as his cock twitches on his stomach, precum
dripping onto his skin as he twists in Bokuto's grip. He can feel the drag of
Bokuto's cock inside of him, the stretch of each thrust, the pressure on his
prostate with every push. Akaashi opens his mouth, tries to say something,
anything, but all that comes out are broken gasps and whimpers, the sound of
his nails scratching against the sheets drowned out by his panting. He closes
his eyes tightly, as if doing that will make him feel less stimulated, but it
makes it worse, so he opens them again, looking directly into Bokuto's.
Akaashi feels like he's been punched in the gut. Part of its definitely because
Bokuto's started to actually fuck him, fast paced and hard, their hips slamming
together almost painfully, but the other part is that his boyfriend's eyes are
wide open and it's like looking at gold, at stars, at the sun. Akaashi thinks
he might be tearing up, but he can't tell if it's because he's overwhelmed by
the sensations or just by Bokuto, but whatever it is, he feels helpless.
He must have looked like he was afraid or something, because Bokuto leans down
and presses a few gentle kisses to his forehead, his cheekbones, and then his
lips. "I've got you Keiji," he whispers, slowing his thrusts down but keeping
them just as hard, so they move Akaashi less but drag inside him for longer.
Bokuto lifts a hand to gently push the hair stuck to Akaashi's forehead away,
laughing slightly as Akaashi whines at a particularly harsh thrust that drags
against his prostate. "You're doing such a good job, Keiji. You're being so
good for me." Bokuto says it reverently, softly, and then presses a slow kiss
to Akaashi's lips, opening his mouth with his tongue and swallowing his cries
of pleasure.
He can feel his orgasm getting closer and closer, and he knows that Bokuto's
getting close too, but he still wants to drag this longer, so when Bokuto break
their kiss he opens his mouth to ask him to slow down, but all he can get out
is a broken moan.
Bokuto smiles at him, soft and loving, and then murmurs, "I love you, Keiji."
Akaashi manages to whimper, "Koutarou," before he feels his thighs tense, his
nails scratching at the fabric he's twisting between his fists, and he's
coming. Bokuto presses his face into Akaashi's neck, moaning at how his muscles
must be clenching, but all he can really feel besides the ache of coming is how
Bokuto keeps fucking him through it. Once he can focus on more than one thing
Akaashi notices how it's starting to hurt, but it still feels good, for all
that it makes his hips ache.
Bokuto gradually speeds up his thrusts until each one pushes into him hard and
fast, leaving him writhing on the bed. Akaashi can feel his cock ache, and he
gives a somewhat pained groan at how he's still hard for all that his cum is
drying on his and Bokuto's stomachs. "Koutarou, please," he whispers, biting
his lip as he blinks up at him. He wraps his legs around Bokuto's waist and
pulls him in close, whining when Bokuto stops thrusting only to shallowly fuck
him, barely pulling out before he pushes in again, his cock hitting his
prostate.
Akaashi can't stop the cry that rips itself from his throat, leaving him hoarse
and quiet. He's almost certain that he's going to come again, though he can't
really tell, and it doesn't matter as he lifts his arms from where they've been
lying on the bed to drape them behind Bokuto's neck so that he can dig the tips
of his fingers into his skin. He murmurs "Koutarou" quietly, trying to pull him
closer. When Bokuto leans down and presses their lips together he whimpers into
the kiss, rolling his hips up to meet every thrust. Bokuto's losing his rhythm,
his speed erratic and when Akaashi feels him still for a moment longer than
usual he presses their foreheads together and whispers, "I love you too,
Koutarou."
He watches as Bokuto falls apart, his cheeks flush, eyebrows drawn together and
eyes shut tight, so he kisses him. Akaashi feels more than he hears Bokuto
murmur "Keiji" against his lips, a soft prayer, and he feels himself fall apart
again, his thighs tightening around Bokuto's hips as shudders through another
almost painful orgasm.
When he's done he lets himself lie limp against the bed, whining as Bokuto
moves out of his grip and then pulls out, slowly always careful, and gets off
the bed. He lets his eyes slide shut as he hears Bokuto clean up and then go to
the bathroom, returning with a wet towel to clean him off with. After he's done
taking care of Akaashi, Bokuto slips back into bed, pulling a blanket up over
them.
"Goodnight, Bokuto-san," he whispers, curling up against Bokuto's chest. He
knows exactly what he'll say, but when Akaashi hears him complain, "I thought
you were calling me 'Koutarou'," he still frowns and pulls the blanket away
from him.
"Oi! Akaashi! Why'd you take the blanket? I was kidding, I promise. Akaashi?"
----
When he wakes up the next morning, Akaashi rolls onto his side and finds
himself looking at a somewhat awake and very affectionate Bokuto. There's
sunlight slipping through the curtains and giving him a sort of glow that
leaves Akaashi feeling this loving ache in his chest. "You look like an angel
right now, Keiji," Bokuto whispers to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Akaashi blushes and tilts his head up to slot their lips together slowly and he
can't help but think.
Loving Bokuto, and kissing him, really is like tasting sunlight.
End Notes
     made some small edits. criticism is always welcome, and please fell
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