Akaashi was a touchy guy.
And he gave that warning to Bokuto, when they started dating. He told him that he loved the feel of body contact, and warmth and love, and Bokuto appreciated it.
Especially now, as they were curled up on the couch, Akaashi drawing circles into Bokuto's warm skin.
He was a touchy guy, and he loved all this. He loved the feeling of Bokuto's arms against his back, and he pressed closer to him.
Akaashi waited a few seconds, like he was silently asking permission. And then he pressed little kisses into his forehead.
He planted kisses into his jawline, the dimples on his cheeks, his ears, his neck, his shoulder, anything he could touch, until Bokuto was grinning like an idiot and he couldn't stop his grinning either.
"You're not really a touchy guy," Bokuto starts in a low voice like he doesn't want to ruin this moment. A grin spreads across his face and Akaashi kisses him again.
"You're a kissy guy."
"Is that even a word?"
"It is now."
