Anime AU's

piece #10.2

title: "Our Summer : Part 3"
penned by: s.rkive
piece #: 10.2
ship name: ushioi
anime: haikyuu!
date: May O5, 2022
time: 02:38 p.m
note: NSFW!!! This contains explicit content, read with caution. Feel free to skip and leave if it is not to your liking.

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The kiss deepened, and their hands roamed, explored, stroked as they made their way into the bed. When he was seated, Oikawa sat onto his lap. He leaned into him, pressing, and rubbing himself against his erection. Because of that, his desire to bury himself deep inside him rised. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait.

Oikawa whimpered, threading his fingers in his hair and he noticed how his grip is full of desperation.

As their mouths locked in a kiss, a moan formed low in his throat. He wanted to feel more of her—skin to skin, chest to chest. He fumbled with the buttons of the Hawaiian shirt he wore, hoping he didn't rip it in the process, or else a punch would land on his face in the morning.

It might be wise to remove his mouth from his lips long enough to undress, but for the life of him, he couldn't stop to taste the lips of the man he was longing for; he couldn't get himself break free from the intoxicating kiss they shared. He wanted him—or his fill of him.

So much for taking it slow and easy, Oikawa drew his lips away from his just to whisper, "I'll take it off."

Oikawa stands up from his lap and starts undressing. He didn't do anything else aside from staring at him, caught in an arousal, enamored on his provocative way of taking off his shirt and let it flutter to the floor. He then unzipped his short, slid them on his hips and peeled them off.

When he stood before him with only a boxer covering his groin, navy blue in color, he swallowed hard and his heart pounded out a primal, sexual beat that urged him to remove his shirt. He walked towards him, slowly. And when they're finally standing next to each other face to face, he motioned his hand on his chin and lift it up. He locked his eyes on his. "You're so gorgeous, Tooru."

Oikawa blushed.

Because of the lovely sight, a grin—probably goofy—spread across his face.

Oikawa skimmed his fingers across his chest, sending a shiver through his nerve endings and a shimmy of heat through his blood. Then he grabbed his groin and lightly squeezed it, making it clear that he wanted him as badly as how he feel the same. Next he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants as well as his boxers drop to the floor, revealing his erection. He ached to push the latter down and let him caress and suck it; or to put it inside him to lay claim to her body, at least just for tonight.

He took a glance on his breast and his pinkish nipples caught his attention. Looking at them isn't enough for him, so he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, tasting, suckling, taunting.

Tooru gasped in pleasure, as Ushi worked his magic, and his knees nearly buckled. He noticed how he went weak and could barely stand as he continue to give him pleasure and glimpse into the inner man he has. Oikawa, on the other hand, thought that any woman would be lucky to claim him as their own.

Ushi scooped him into his arms and carried him to the bed, where he slipped of his undergarment and continued to stroke, caress and kiss him senseless. He loved him with his mouth and his hands, taking his time to pleasure him.

While he drove him wild with an aching special need, Tooru forgot all about the future he had carefully planned and the kind of man with whom he would fall in love someday. Instead, he entertained images of himself and Ushijima.

The thought was crazy—it was crazy. But he couldn't imagine making love to anyone else ever again.

Is it really that impossible for him not to fall for this man? A man who's his type? A man who has principles?

If he told himself no, he'd be lying. He'd seen him mellow with things, seen him lower his guard and reveal the man inside whenever he's around. Could he let his feelings for him change? If so, something romantic could develop between them. Something lasting. But he don't want that. He don't want for everything between them to change; he want everything to remain the same.

After tonight their lives would never be the same again, specifically their relationship. And quite frankly, Tooru wasn't sure if he cared.

He'd never been so bold when it came to love-making before, but he'd never ached so badly for a man, either. Yet it was more than Ushi's caress that he needed more, more than his kiss.

How much more—in a romantic sense—was left to be seen, but he'd settle for what he could have right now. And that was having him inside him, sliding in and out, filling him to the brim, relieving the emptiness he feared he would have for years to come.

He wanted to touch him, too. To taste and stroke. To drive him wild with desire.

He trace his hand on his inner thigh, and as his fingers brushed against his balls up to the head of his erection, he shuddered. Then Ushi dug through the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a condom. In no more than blink of an eye and the beat of a heart, they were both longing for each other, bodies naked.

He tore open the foil pocket. "Let me help." He took the protection from him, surprising himself, and reached for him, stroking his length. He glanced up at his face, saw his eyes closed in pleasure as he rolled on the condom, his hands and fingers lingering, caressing.

He was going to remember this night forever, but he didn't say a word, didn't dare wish or hope for anything more than this sweet joining.

Ushi rolled him to his back and hovered over him. As he opened for him, he braced his hand upon his hips, and Ushi entered him. He arched up to meet him, taking all he had to offer, giving everything he had.

He thrust deeply, in and out, hitting his prostate. His body responded to his, melding, molding, until he reached a mountainous peak and cried out with a mind-spinning climax. He shuddered, releasing along with him, as they hold on tight, rising and falling with each wave of pleasure.

For Ushijima,he didn't know what tomorrow would bring. But tonight he'd touched the moon and stars. And no one else had ever taken him anywhere close.

The moment they both lay down on the bed, panting, he said it again. "I like you, Tooru."

"Stop liking me, Ushi. You'll gain nothing."

He motioned his body sideways to look at him. "It doesn't really matter. Having you by my side is enough for me. And I'm willing to wait for your response or until you finally learn to like me back."

Oikawa sighed and face him. "How certain are you that I'll end up liking you back?"

His question took him off guard, he couldn't say any thing. Although speechless, he continue to stare at him intently.

"I'm not the kind of man you need, Ushi. I don't make romantic commitment." He explained and closed his eyes.

He kissed his cheek and slept beside him.

That was how they spent their summer, the summer he will surely cherish and the moment that will someday turn into a memory.

—end.