vivid colors | bokuaka

v.c | 25

a/n ;; do you all know how hard it was to write this- anyway! listen to the song tip please ilysm!! like, please do!!

song tip ;; is there somewhere - halsey ♡

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it was two weeks after the funeral.

akaashi packed his clothes inside his suitcase, making sure he didn't forget anything as he go through them once again.

the raven-haired male ran his fingers through his hair. "how am i gonna tell this to him?"

he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and he turned around only to see a very confused bokuto.

"what's all this?" bokuto asked as he eyed akaashi's room.

there was at least two boxes in akaashi's room, and most of his shelfs are already cleaned out.

"h-how did you get inside?"

"you gave me a spare key remember?" bokuto furrowed his eyebrows. "why are you packing?"

akaashi stood up and walked to the doorframe, where bokuto is currently standing still.

"bokuto-san.."

he swallowed as he glanced at bokuto's worried face.

"i'm moving."

bokuto sticthed his own eyebrows. "what? where? what do you mean?" he hits him with a trainwreck of questions, that akaashi finds himself struggling to answer.

"well, i.. gotta live with my father in tokyo now."

"akaashi! that's far!"

akaashi bit his lower lip, "i know, bokuto-san, please don't be upset, i'm so sorry-"

"no! you can't do this akaashi!" bokuto exclaimed angrily.

"it's just for a year, i promise. i'll come back here for college, i-" he placed a hand on bokuto's arm, which bokuto violently shake off of him.

"bokuto-san.."

"you still can't!"

akaashi took a second to study bokuto's face.

"w-why not?"

"because!" he shouted. bokuto was closed to tears, he knew he couldn't make akaashi stay no matter what.

is there a way to make him stay?

bokuto's honey-colored eyes left akaashi's and trailed down to his soft lips.

... is there?

he traced the line of his lips with his eyes.

without a warning, bokuto gripped akaashi's wrist harshly and smashed his lips onto akaashi's soft one. akaashi was quick to remember all the kisses they've had, but it was nothing like this one. somehow, the kiss was different.

it was rough.

bokuto lift his hand up only to push akaashi's broad chest back. he kept on pushing until akaashi's lower legs made in contact with the side of his own bed.

he pushed akaashi down the bed with his body on top of him, not breaking their intimate kiss.

bokuto's kiss was rough, and so were his touches. the younger remained calm and tried to reciprocate. akaashi couldn't blame him, he must've felt a mixed of emotions, and bokuto must've felt the need to pour them all into this.

as bokuto tried to bite akaashi's lower lip, his left hand pulled akaashi's hair tightly and the other hand pushing his hips down against the sheets. kiss him harder. he thought. harder. he gotta know how much i need him here!

akaashi's kiss was however, so, so fucking gentle. he loves bokuto, as much as bokuto loves akaashi. but bokuto was scared of losing him, and that's why akaashi has to show him he isn't losing anyone. kiss him softly. he thought. softer. he gotta know that i'll still be right by his side.

akaashi placed a hand on bokuto's neck, and bokuto only pulled his hair tighter.

bokuto's tongue lick akaashi's lower lip, asking for an entrance. akaashi swallowed before letting bokuto's tongue travel his hot mouth.

the two of them pour their feelings into their kisses. with bokuto digging his nails harshly to his skin, leaving red angry lines to akaashi's pale skin.

bokuto tugged on akaashi's shirt before slipping his hand inside it, and quickly pull it up to take it off from him.

he pulled his lips away from akaashi's, string of saliva forming from their mouths.

bokuto stare down at akaashi, tears falling down from his eyes, but his eyes showed desperation on how much he wanted to destroy the boy beneath his legs.

"bokuto-san,"

the way he called on his name, the way he talks in general, and how soft in sounded, bokuto has always loved it.

he burried his head on the side of akaashi's neck, before finally crying.

"don't leave me alone, akaashi.." the words rolled out his tongue and left a bitter taste in his mouth.

akaashi hated it, bokuto was wrong. he was wrong. no one is leaving him alone, and bokuto shouldn't be scared.

but bokuto is scared, he's clutching onto him so bad, afraid to let him go.

"nothing will change, i promise." akaashi managed to say with a small smile.

bokuto stayed silent for a moment. akaashi can still listen to the soft sobs coming out from him.

then bokuto shuts up. he completely stops himself by placing his lips on akaashi's neck.

he started kissing his neck. slowly, leaving trails of smooth, lingering kisses down his neck until he reached akaashi's collarbone.

"akaashi," bokuto's voice came out hoarsed. he placed a few kisses before sucking on his collarbone.

akaashi whimpered beneath him, and had his eyes closed as bokuto painted hickeys on his exposed skin.

"akaashi,"

"akaashi,"

"akaashi."

bokuto won't stop calling out his name as he sucked down his collarbone. akaashi can feel warm tears falling down to his skin, and he knew bokuto hasn't stop crying.

akaashi whimpered one more time when bokuto found his sensitive spot. he found himself choking out a moan and arching his back for a split second. "b-bokuto-san-" he struggled to speak, and only bit his lower lip as a result.

as their shaft brushed against each other, akaashi caught bokuto moaning perfectly to his ears.

"akaashi," he moaned out.

every movement and touches came as easy as breathing.

except breathing itself, akaashi still finds it hard to breathe when bokuto's kissing him there.

"keiji-"

and just like that, breathing became completely foreign to akaashi. the way bokuto used his first name, it sounded so desperate.

bokuto left more tears on his skin.

"please don't go."

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a/n ;; omg so next chapter is the last chapter what i'm sobbing aaa!!