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Akaashi checked his watch, probably for the sixth time since boarding the train. He still had another hour left before he reached Osaka, and a ten minute bus ride to Bokuto’s apartment.
He fidgeted in his seat, adjusted his mask and took a deep breath to try and settle himself. He was keyed up, had been all day, excited to see Bokuto again.
Well. Excited was one word.
Horny was another.
He tapped his fingers in an unrhythmic, anxious pace against the cooler sitting on his lap—the official reason he was making the two and half hour trek to Osaka (a journey he made every other week since Bokuto started playing for the Black Jackals). Bokuto had made some comments about the amount of convenience store food he’d been eating and of course Akaashi took it upon himself to prepare bento boxes and hand deliver them when he could.
It was a win win. He could rest assured Bokuto was properly fed and also, of course, he got to see Bokuto.
And fuck him.
That too.
Akaashis stomach fluttered at the memory of his last visit. Bokuto had been… in a very good mood last time (they’d just won a match) and had fucked Akaashi to within an inch of his life. He’d felt it for days later. It was so good even his classmates had commented that he seemed like he was more relaxed than usual.
It was because of that last visit that Akaashi was so fidgety, anticipating the sex he would get to have with Bokuto when he arrived at his apartment. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He and Bokuto had been together for over a year and yet today he just wanted it more than normal. He woke up thinking about Bokuto’s cock and had barely been able to pay attention through his classes before hopping on the train.
He spent the next hour trying not to pop a boner in public.
Akaashi tried to calm himself with a deep breath, standing in front of Bokutos front door. It would be bad if Bokuto realized how desperate he was today. He’d need to hold back until Bokuto brought up the subject of sex first—it wouldn’t be hard. Bokuto always wanted to have sex.
He steeled himself and entered the already unlocked apartment.
“Bokuto, I’m here,” he called into the empty entrance way, and then he stopped. He was in trouble. It was worse than he thought.
Just the scent of Bokuto's apartment turned him on. What was wrong with him today?
“Akaashi!” Bokuto appeared from the kitchen, smiling a wide greeting.
He was freshly showered. Akaashi knew he hadn’t had a game today but should have gotten home from practice a little under an hour ago. He looked relaxed in a loose, ratty t-shirt and a pair of grey shorts. They were the kind with the soft, flowy fabric that left nothing to the imagination and Akaashi knew right away that Bokuto wasn’t wearing underwear.
He thought about having Bokuto fuck him against the front door.
“Akaashi, I'm so glad you came today!” Bokuto exclaimed, stopping in front of him as Akaashi distracted himself by carefully taking his shoes off. “Was the trip long? I thought we could watch a movie before you caught the train back to Tokyo tonight. Oh! The food!”
He held out a hand for Akaashi to give him the cooler of bentos to hopefully last him most of the next two weeks before Akaashi could come visit again. He smiled a big, glowing smile that left Akaashi breathless before exclaiming,
“I’ve been thinking about your food all day! Can I have some now?”
“Huh?” Akaashi asked. Bokuto wanted to eat right now? He hadn’t even given Akaashi a kiss. He was already walking away from the front door and into the kitchen with the cooler, Akaashi trailing behind, mind full of dirty thoughts of other things they could do instead of eating or watching a movie.
But then when he entered the kitchen he saw a pot for tea on the counter and the kettle going on the stove.
“I started boiling water for tea when you texted that you were almost here, but it takes forever for water to boil in this place,” Bokuto explained. Akaashi was dumbstruck. It had been two weeks since they’d seen each other. Why hadn’t Bokuto kissed him yet?
Akaashi stopped him before he could go any farther, grabbing the corner of his shirt.
“Bokuto—“ he said, and then managed to stop himself by biting down on his lip.
Bokuto turned to him, a little surprised. And then his expression softened and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Akaashi’s lips. Akaashi wanted to moan. It felt good just having Bokuto's body heat near his. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss but just as he did Bokuto abruptly pulled away as the kettle on the stove began to boil.
Akaashi gave a shuddering breath behind Bokuto's back as he poured the water into the teapot and then busied himself around the kitchen, putting away most of the bento Akaashi brought him and cleaning up a few dishes he’d left in the sink, all the while telling Akaashi several stories from various practices he’d had that week.
Akaashi was trying to listen, he really was. It was just that his mind kept thinking about Bokuto's tongue and how good it felt when it was in his mouth, or on his cock, or even lower, loosening up the muscles around his hole. He was so caught up in the thought of it that he barely realized that Bokuto was saying his name.
“—kaashi? Akaashi? Um, are you alright? You’re being sort of weird today.”
“Hm? I am?” Akaashi responded quickly, feeling his face grow warm. “Sorry.”
Bokuto was staring at him weird and he felt hot, pulling at the edge of his sweater. He just wanted to take all of his clothes off…
“Akaashi,” Bokuto said, setting his cup of tea down on the counter. Akaashi realized he’d been staring hard at the muscles in Bokutos arms.
“Yeah?” He said, dazed. He needed to pull himself together.
“Um, Akaashi. You’re standing really close, you know.”
Akaashi blinked, snapping back to reality enough to realize that he was, in fact, standing far closer to Bokuto than was particularly normal. He took a step back, mortified at his own body.
“Sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I guess the train ride was long today.”
“Hm,” Bokuto frowned. “Are you sure you’re alright, Akaashi? You're really red. Do you have a fever?”
He reached out and put a hand on Akaashi’s forehead, and to Akaashi’s utter, all-consuming humiliation, when Bokuto touched him he let out a weak, desperate moan.
He slapped a hand up to cover his traitorous mouth but the damage was done.
Bokuto dropped his hand, eyes going wide.
And Akaashi couldn’t take it anymore. Pride be damned.
“Will you fuck me?” He asked, words coming out in a breathy rush.
Bokuto made a choked noise from the back of his throat, but composed himself quickly, eyes narrowing in Akaashi’s direction, looking up and down the length of his body. It made Akaashi squirm with want. He loved when Bokuto's eyes were on him. It made him feel sexy, desirable.
And then Bokuto grinned, all teeth, and Akaashi’s stomach seemed to flip upside down completely.
“Is that why you’ve been so weird today? You’re horny, Akaashi?”
Akaashi’s mouth was dry, so he just nodded, knowing he was surely bright red with shame but unable to care.
Bokuto stared at him a little longer, eyes narrowed and hungry, and then he shrugged, reaching down to drop his shorts to the ground, exposing his mostly flaccid cock to Akaashi’s greedy gaze.
“Alright. If you wanna fuck you’ll have to get me hard, ‘Kaashi.”
And Akaashi wasn’t proud of it, but he sank to his knees in an instant.
Bokuto made a sound of surprise when Akaashi quickly took him in his mouth. The surprise then turned to appreciation when Bokuto swelled as Akaashi’s tongue ran along his length.
“Shit,” Bokuto cursed. “You’re really— shit, Akaashi. Yeah. Keep going.”
And he did, moaning around Bokutos length, stroking his balls and swallowing him down as deep as he could. Akaashi’s brain was a foggy, horny mess. He couldn’t think about anything but how good Bokuto's cock was, how much he wanted to feel it filling him up.
He was so hard, pressing against the seam of his pants. He didn’t know how he could get any more turned on.
He glanced up and with a shock found Bokuto looking down at him as he bit casually into a spring roll Akaashi had made in one of his bentos. Akaashi was sucking the life out of his cock and he was eating? His eyes grew wide and Bokuto smirked down at him.
“What?” Bokuto said, voice harsh. As Akaashi watched, mouth full of pulsing hot cock, he reached towards the counter for another bite. “I said I was hungry.”
Akaashi was wrong. He thought he couldn’t get any more turned on but something about the cruel, casual dismissal in Bokuto's tone made him whimper and palm himself through his pants, gagging on Bokuto as he took him even deeper, saliva dripping down the end of his chin.
Why was Bokuto acting so casual, like he didn’t even care about fucking Akaashi? Bokuto never treated him like this.
And most of all why did Akaashi find it so hot?
He couldn’t take it for much longer and he pulled off Bokuto's cock with a sloppy smack of lips. Bokuto was looking down at him as he looked up, rubbing his cheek against the hard length of skin. He was going to get spit on his glasses but he didn’t care. His voice was high with need as he asked, again,
“Will you fuck me? Please?”
Bokuto actually paused, like he had to consider it, and then he shrugged.
“Alright,” he said, and pulled Akaashi shakily to his feet. Akaashi’s legs felt like jello. He could barely stand and his mouth ached from the stretch of fitting Bokuto in.
Bokuto frowned as he glanced around the room. The kitchen was connected to the dining and living area. When his eyes settled on the small table he always ate at he grinned and pointed.
“Strip and bend over the table.”
Akaashi did as he was told, heartbeat fluttering like crazy in his chest as he finally freed his erection, shivering when he removed every bit of his clothes, folding them carefully and placing his glasses on top, and was left exposed to the empty apartment. He bent over the table, bracing himself and spreading his legs. The edge of the table was cutting into his stomach a little painfully but it grounded him, which was good because the idea of Bokuto fucking him here, like this, set his skin on fire. This was a different side to Bokuto he’d never seen before and it was so hot he thought he would melt. It was possible he would come as soon as Bokuto entered him. He wanted it so bad. He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted Bokuto like this before.
But when he glanced behind him to see Bokuto's reaction his stomach flipped again to find Bokuto expressionless, eyes narrowed as he slicked his cock with some lube Akaashi had pulled from his pocket. And then he lined himself up with Akaashi’s hole and pressed in, allowing a small groan that was nearly drowned out by Akaashi’s.
He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. Akaashi’s toes curled, biting down on his lip as his cock twitched happily, reacting to every inch of Bokuto inside him.
Bokuto started thrusting at an even, lazy pace. Akaashi mewled, canting his hips back eagerly. Bokuto had one hand braced on the table beside Akaashi—he wasn’t even touching him. Akaashi wanted to cry. It felt so good.
“Faster,” he begged. Where the hell had his pride gone? “Harder, Bokuto, please!”
“You’re such a slut today, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto replied, refusing Akaashi’s request, his hips pumping at the same even pace, driving Akaashi crazy.
Akaashi felt tears pool at the corners of his eyes. He was a mess, precum leaking from his cock and saliva dripping from his lips as he moaned wildly with every thrust of Bokuto's hips. He glanced back at Bokuto and something caught in his throat at the sight of him. Bokuto was barely breaking a sweat. He hadn’t taken his shirt off but had lifted it up with the one hand he wasn’t using to brace himself. His eyes found Akaashi’s and he smirked. Akaashi felt his hole spasm and Bokuto's hips stuttered.
His expression changed, eyebrows knitted together in a slight frown, eyes dangerous and narrowed. He caught Akaashi’s gaze again and Akaashi moaned low, hole clenching again, intentional, a challenge. Bokuto sneered, hands grabbing tight to Akaashi’s waist to better hold him in place as he fucked into him harder. There would be a bruise where the table dug into Akaashi’s skin, where Bokuto's fingers held him too tight, maybe even on his elbows as he held himself up on the hardwood.
Bokuto never fucked him like this, so aloof, so casually intense and agressive against furniture. He always said how he liked to see Akaashi’s face, to kiss him gently as he fucked into him. Akaashi liked that too, it made him feel loved.
This made him feel… like an object. Like some kind of fuck doll that Bokuto was okay degrading, treating roughly, using like he wouldn’t care if he fucked so hard that Akaashi broke.
It was sending Akaashi over the edge.
“Lift your leg,” Bokuto huffed, breathing heavy with the effort of ramming his cock deep into Akaashi. He grabbed at Akaashi’s thigh and lifted so his knee reached the table. The toes of Akaashi’s other foot could barely touch the floor and he gasped, shuddering when the new angle let Bokuto fuck him deeper and he grazed Akaashi’s prostate.
Akaashi’s hands tried to find purchase on the table top but he had nothing to grab, had to allow only Bokutos hands on his hips to keep him steady. The table was heavy, durable, but no match for Bokutos brutal pace, the strength of his thrusts. It had started to scrape across the floor and Akaashi could do nothing but whine with every thrust, the shocks of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
He’d asked for this, he knew, but Bokuto was so much more than he ever expected. He couldn’t think, could barely breath, wanted nothing more than to come as Bokutos cock drove into him again and again.
He wasn’t alone. Bokuto was clearly affected. His voice rang out when Akaashi clenched around him,
“Fuck. Fuck, Akaashi. You feel so good like this. You’re taking me so good today. What the hell? Akaashi…”
And somehow Bokuto managed to go harder, hips thrusting out of any kind of rhythm as he bent over Akaashi on the table, hot against Akaashi’s back. Akaashi whined louder when Bokuto's teeth scraped against the back of his neck and then bit into his skin.
Akaashi was chanting Bokuto's name, begging to come, out of his mind with lust. His cock bounced against the underside of the table with every thrust and he was so, so close, squeezing Bokuto's cock tighter and tighter as his orgasm built.
“Wanna come, come, Bokuto, please, please, Bokuto—“
“Akaashi—“ Bokuto groaned his name, fucking into him so good he was going to lose his mind, he was going to come, he was—
And then abruptly Bokuto pulled out. Akaashi heard him groan low and then felt hot cum hit his back in strings. Bokuto rubbed his cock along the top of Akaashi’s ass as he finished coming and then Akaashi’s legs gave out. He was barely able to hold himself up with the table. His whole body was shaking so bad with the desire to come, his cock straining and his hole empty. He couldn’t believe it. How could Bokuto finish like that without him? Sure, Bokuto had been a little cold today, a little harsher than normal, but would he really leave Akaashi unfinished like that?
Before he could stop it Akaashi felt tears streaming down his face.
Bokuto had pulled back behind him, unaffected as he’d seemed all day.
“Wow Akaashi, that was great, thanks.”
Akaashi pressed his face into the table and tried not to sob out loud, but couldn’t stop the small cries from escaping his throat.
“Akaashi,” Bokuto said, leaning over him. “Akaashi…? Akaashi!”
He tried to turn Akaashi so he could see his face but Akaashi didn’t want to be seen sobbing like a kid over something so stupid. He felt like such an idiot.
“Akaashi, are you crying? Look at me. Akaashi!”
Akashi finally turned to him, tears still in his eyes. Bokuto finally looked alarmed, face white and eyes anxious.
“A—are you mad at me?” Akaashi couldn’t help asking. He couldn’t figure out why Bokuto had treated him so roughly today. “Did I do something?”
Bokuto quickly wrapped him up in his arms, sinking the two of them to the floor, folding his body over Akaashi’s. Even after being treated so roughly it still felt comforting being held in Bokuto's strong arms. Akaashi turned his face away from Bokuto but Bokuto held his chin and turned him back.
“I’m so sorry, Akaashi. I’m so sorry, look at me? Please? Akaashi, please look at me.”
Finally Bokuto's begging was enough and he looked into Bokuto's eyes.
He looked exceedingly guilty.
Bokuto leaned in and kissed Akaashi’s cheek gently.
“I’m sorry, Akaashi. I went too far. I was too mean.”
Akaashi sniffed.
“Why?” He asked, already feeling more like himself.
Bokuto pouted.
“I was—I think I was mad that you came in wanting sex. Shit, I’m such an asshole. You came all this way to bring me food and you actually wanted to have sex and I got mad about it? What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Guilt stirred Akaashi’s stomach.
“No,” he said. “It’s my fault. I was so caught up thinking about—thinking about fucking you, that I couldn’t pay attention to anything else. I wasn’t—“
“Dont apologize for being horny, Akaashi! It’s not even a bad thing, it’s like, the total opposite! Of course I want to have sex with you! I only get to see you every two weeks! I just thought that, maybe, you were only coming all this way just for the sex. And so I got mad. I’m sorry, Akaashi. I never should have come without you. That was so mean.”
Akaashi frowned, pouting, knowing his pouting face was Bokuto's weakness. Bokuto wasn’t the only one who knew how to be a little mean…
“You really thought I would take a two and a half hour train ride to bring you food every two weeks just so I could get a good fuck? There’s plenty of dicks in Tokyo, Bokuto. I don’t need to go that far!”
“No! Akaashi! Don’t say that! Don’t go find other dicks besides mine, please!”
He really was begging, like he thought Akaashi might actually leave him to find someone to fuck who was closer. It was almost endearing.
Akaashi turned and pressed a kiss to Bokuto's lips. He didn’t want to waste any more time being mad, not when they could be doing so many other things.
“Idiot. I’d only get this horny for you, you know. Now… will you let me come, please?”
Bokuto sprang to his feet, holding Akaashi in his arms.
“Yes, yes,” he nodded, eyes serious. “I’ll make you come as much as you want, Akaashi. I’ll treat you so good. I promise. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want me to, okay? You aren’t mad, still, are you? I can’t believe I made you cry.”
He’d started walking towards the bedroom and Akaashi nuzzled into the warmth of his neck, breathing in his smell before mouthing at the skin of his throat, teeth biting playfully just below his ear. Bokuto groaned, stumbling a little, and Akaashi laughed.
“Actually,” he said, quietly, right in Bokuto's ear. “When you were being rough with me earlier… I kind of liked it. Can you do that some more, but let me come this time?”
Bokuto didn’t say anything until he reached the bed, where he tossed Akaashi roughly onto the sheets before climbing on top of him and pinning him down with a wolfish grin.
“Akaashi, I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll have to take the train tomorrow morning instead of tonight because you won’t be able to sit once I’m done with you. You’re going to feel it for two whole weeks until you come back to see me and I can do it again.”
Akaashi smiled, wrapping his arms around Bokuto's shoulders.
“Promise?”