His pretty eyes.

The sensitive pouch

ABOUT A YEAR BEFORE THE EVENT.

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The very next morning,Akaashi woke up completely fucked up.Hair messier then usual,blood covering him from head to toe.Leaking from a peculiar body part that one would deem sensitive.

Fuck was he leaking.

He was quickly startled,rising up while his back ached from sleeping on the hard wood floors again.

Something else was damn hard,one could even say stiff or dense.

Akaashi felt completely flustered as to why he had such a hard on.Was it the adrenaline from yesterday? Was it the anger from Oikawa that did it? Or was it what he really didn't fucking want?.

Or it was just morning wood.Completely fucking normal,nothing to bitch about.Just wait till it goes down.He had to leave to go see Oikawa soon anyway.

It did in-fact not go down.

It was already 2:49PM,he had woken up at 1:34PM.How much fucking longer did he need? Was it even humanly possible to be this rock hard for almost a hour and a half?

He rubbed his face in pure agony,pondering about what in the world could have made him harder then a human statue.Shit his dick should be in a museum.

"Fuck fuck fuck..what the fuuuuuck is wrong with me..Shit it must be broken or something."

He said to himself completely disgusted as he walked over all the trash,limping from all the blood loss.Man he should really clean his house and wash up,what would Bokuto think of this?

Would he be disgusted by the sight of Akaashi's abnormally trashed apartment? With blood everywhere? He didn't even want to think what Bokuto might've thought of him.

He sat on his bed,wondering if he should treat himself with a trip to pleasure town.Honestly just touching it could make him cum,thats how aroused he actually was.

He laid down on his bed in a fetus position,forehead almost touching his knees before retreating to get a wet wipe.As he wiped his hands clean of blood,he slowly used his thumb to pull his shorts down along with his underwear.

Whimpering a bit,he finally grasps his member in a graceful manner,using his free hand to nibble on his thumb anxiously while firmly stroking and rubbing his flushed cock.

"Ah..shit. Fuck..I should really cut my nails..."

He yapped as his face gradually got more and more red,all while still stroking in such a elegant course of action,one could assume he has lady hands.

With such a gentle touch,he couldn't give himself nearly as much pleasure as he would typically like.This resulted in him going very fucking harsh on his very sensitive dick.The line between pain and pleasure was so blurred,he couldn't tell what side he was on.

He ended up going at it until 3:45PM before eventually falling into a deep sleep half naked.He came 3 times.He later woke up at 4:09PM with no call or text from Oikawa,indicating that Oikawa was late himself.

This really fucking irritated Akaashi,knowing that annoying son of a bitch Oikawa was late again just made him not want to go.He waited for another hour and yet there was still no text or call from Oikawa.

"Ah..Im really gonna kill him some day."

Akaashi said as he got up from his bed and groggily stomped to the bathroom.Today was the day he was finally going to wash up,after 2 weeks.

It took an hour to really wash all the gunk off his body and hair,burning his scars with boiling hot water in the meantime,causing the scars to swell up uncontrollably but it was bearable.