Trains | bokuhina

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Bokuto opened his apartment door, welcoming Shouyou and Oddesy in and closing it behind them. Odessey ran and jumped onto his couch, making himself comfortable. Shouyou stood off to the side, Bokuto's jacket still draped over his shoulders and a blush resting on his face.

Bokuto flipped the light on, kicking his shoes off beside Shouyou's and walking over to his small body. "Hey... Do you want something to drink?" Gripping tighter onto Bokuto's jacket, he shook his head, turning around to face Bokuto. The back of his hand was tossed over his lips.

"Why did... you kiss me..?" He questioned, voice merely a hushed whisper. Bokuto saw this coming.

"I just thought it'd get your mind off of things. If you didn't like-"

"No! Uh, no, that's not it..." Instead of continuing their conversation, Shouyou tugged the jacket off his shoulders, hanging it up by the door.

A smirk pulled Bokuto's lips up, but he quickly hid it. He walked over to Shouyou, who was facing the wall, and stood behind him, placing an arm on the wall and trapping him.

His large hand rested on Shouyou's hip, giving it a small squeeze. Shouyou's body shivered at the touch. "So... did you like it?"

Instead of answering, Shouyou released a whimper, leaning his forehead against the wall. Bokuto scooped his hands up and pinned them beside his head.

"Let me rephrase that... Do you want me to do it again?"

His hot breath caressed Shouyou's ear, and he gulped thickly, a deep red on his cheeks (he'd like to blame that on his previous crying fit, though).

"If you don't want to, then-"

"Um..." Wiggling his fingers between Bokuto's, Shouyou turned around slowly, licking his lips and glancing around. "I mean... Just one is... okay..."

Bokuto's heart leaped, not expecting Shouyou to agree so easily. Has he... already fallen for me?

"Haha, you sure?" Shouyou took in a shaky breath, looking past Bokuto at Oddesey, who was soundly sleeping on the couch, then back at Bokuto, bashfully nodding.

So, the taller male leaned in with the 'okay' from Shouyou, pressing their foreheads together and placing a soft kiss on the ginger's cheek. He kissed up to the bridge of his nose, then back down until he was at the corner of Shouyou's plump lips.

"Mmh..." Squeezing his eyes shut, Shouyou waited for Bokuto to make a move, and said male took in the beautiful sight of his shivering, impatient face and body.

Thank you for the meal~ He thought to himself, pressing his lips deeply against Shouyou's. The deeper he moved, the more he tilted their heads, the more Shouyou leaned into him, his arms wrapping around Bokuto and gripping at the back of his shirt.

When Bokuto pulled away, Shouyou balled his shirt up tighter, following his lips and standing on his tip-toes in an attempt to continue. It was adorable, the way his nose and cheeks were dusted red, his eyes still closed, and his breathing coming out in quiet, uneven huffs.

"I thought you only wanted one?" Teased Bokuto, making Shouyou whine again. "Please, just... one more..." He begged, watery eyes now staring pleadingly up at Bokuto.

The sight was too much, and he couldn't help but press Shouyou back up against the wall, pressing their lips together once again. It was hotter, more intense like they couldn't get enough of each other.

Maybe Shouyou was just horny or wanted to get his mind off of things, and that's why he was being rather... pushy for love.

Or maybe he actually liked Bokuto. Though he preferred the latter, he's cool as long as he can have Shouyou... just like this. Hot, fidgety, and begging for his touch.

Bokuto pressed his fingers into Shouyou's thighs, lifting him up and prying his mouth open with his tongue. He could feel Shouyou's arms wrap around his neck, his fingers threading into Bokuto's hair and scratching his scalp gently.

The taller male groaned into Shouyou's mouth, taking a step back and carrying the ginger over to his bed. He stepped on it with his knees, laying Shouyou down gently as their kisses became hungrier, almost desperate.

Saliva dripped from Shouyou's mouth as Bokuto slid a hand up his shirt, feeling up his soft skin. Shouyou's small hands tugged it off, separating their heated, passionate kiss. The sight nearly made Bokuto's arms give out, his pants unbelievably tight.

God, fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so good. I can't wait to see you melting under me. Your pleading voice begging me to go faster...

Bokuto kissed down Shouyou's neck, his breathing uneven and his lower regions grinding themselves against Shouyou's. Bloody hell, Shouyou's so gorgeous, his lips are so soft, and his hands gripped at Bokuto so needily, like he'd disappear if he let go.

When Shouyou kissed him again, his heart leaped in arousal, sending him over the edge. His hand gripped at the headboard of the bed, hissing through his teeth. "Ah, ugh..."

His harsh breathing was the only sound in the studio apartment. Shouyou stared up at him in wide-eyed confusion. "Did-Did you just..?"

Bokuto flushed red.

"Um..." He refused to look into Shouyou's eyes, awkward tension destroying the mood. "It-It's okay! It happens sometimes!" Shouyou placed a hand on Bokuto's shoulder, sitting up. "Maybe we should get to sleep, haha..."

Bokuto's legs shook from his orgasm, but he nodded, excusing himself and standing up to head to the bathroom. When he was there, he peeked through the door at Shouyou, who scratched at his head in awkwardness and grabbed his shirt off the bed, tugging it back on.

He closed the door because he couldn't take the embarrassment anymore, and slammed his fist on the counter. God damnit, me! Why couldn't you hold it in! Now I'll never have a chance with him! This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Damnit, damnit, damnit!

Seething to himself in the mirror, he went to punch his reflection, but froze, knowing that would disturb Shouyou. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

I could just... try again? No! He's obviously so uncomfortable! Shit, I wanna continue! I wanna continue~!

He glanced up, eyes locking together in the mirror. A crazed grin spread over his face.

Unless... I just keep him here... and officially claim him as mine.

He glanced at the thick, fuzzy string hanging on his robe, then at the pair of scissors on the counter and the shower curtain.

He'd be so easy to detain...

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