god has abandoned me
college au because im not about to write about two high schoolers having sex k
dont do drugs kids
and yes i did unpublish this chapter for no reason
idk just ignore i didnt change anything sorry
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It started out as a quiet, sweet, innocent meal with a movie playing in the background-- Akaashi couldn't remember if it was Mean Girls or something similar, but he dismissed those thoughts because they don't really matter.
It started out nice and innocent, with Akaashi resting his head on Bokuto's chest, both sprawled on the couch.
Kuroo (who was supposed to be smart) got them the wrong stuff from their favorite restaurant, so there was styrofoam plates with half eaten noodles scattered on the coffee table.
But eventually, Bokuto noticed that Akaashi was bored. Akaashi didn't care about the stupid girls in the movie, and he flitted his eyes away from the screen.
"Hey, 'Kaashi?"
"Mm?" Akaashi's pretty eyes moved to his boyfriend's, and Bokuto gave him a small little smile that shone surprisingly bright.
Somehow, Akaashi got the vibe that he was planning something, and he knew what that meant.
Bokuto planted tiny kisses on Akaashi's forehead, and he only sighed in response. "Don't act all innocent. I can see you planning something."
Bokuto smile went wider, and he laughed again-- but this laugh was slower and quieter and husky, and made Akaashi shiver. "Kenma and Kuroo are gone, right?"
"When has their presence ever stopped you?"
"True," Bokuto mumbled and sat up suddenly, sitting Akaashi on his lap. He tried to squirm away because if they were going to do this again it would be on his rules this time, but Bokuto kept a firm hold on Akaashi's waist.
"You're an ass," Akaashi grumbles, looking the older one straight in the eye and Bokuto just chuckles a little bit next to Akaashi's, not bothering to give an answer.
Not wasting any time, Bokuto kisses the side of his face, his jaw, his pretty blushing cheeks. His hands roam Akaashi's skin and send the younger one into heaven, and he let out a long, relieved sigh until Bokuto suddenly stops his movements and says, "Wait."
"Mnnh, really? What's so important?" Akaashi groans, coming back to earth but still dazed. Bokuto smirks, and gestures for Akaashi to mount off his lap. He almost refuses, but Bokuto heads for their bedroom.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll be right back."
"Your smirk is so annoying and I want to smack it off your face."
"Why are you being so mean?" From the bedroom, Akaashi can hear the hurt in his voice and smiles down at his hands as he sits, sort of impatient, on their couch.
This poor couch has probably seen way too much, Akaashi thinks. Especially since there are two very gay couples living at their place, and there's not much they use the room for except for movies and this, and sometimes both at the same time.
