Asahi's back hits the wall with a thump he can't bother to feel.
Despite his small stature, Nishinoya is everywhere—it's ridiculous really how the younger boy practically climbs him, walking the both of them backwards until their feet shuffle awkwardly into the utility closet, knocking down various brooms and mops that tumble over their feet.
Nishinoya kicks the door shut with a loud slam and Asahi doesn't have the breath to tell him to be quiet as Nishinoya peppers his jaw and neck with feverish bites and kisses, working desperately at his collar until its parted half way down to the middle of his chest.
Nishinoya is relentless and insatiable (always is) and Asahi wishes that he minded, but he can't find it in himself to. His lips work in tandem as they make their way down Asahi's chest, licking and biting at a brown pebbled nipple while plucking and pinching at the other one incessantly with his fingers.
Asahi moans, breathy and timid, squeezing his eyes shut when Nishinoya chuckles and looks up at him with wicked eyes that sear right into him and turn him on like nothing else in this world.
It's not fair, what Nishinoya so easily seems to do to him.
No one else can, that's for damn sure.
Asahi's eyes open, startled, when he feels Nishinoya pull insistently at his at his belt buckle, working with those quick, slender fingers. Asahi blinks several times, his eyes focusing in and out like the zoom of a camera.
"Nishi—what are—we can't here—" He gasps when Nishinoya cups his cock, instantly shutting him up with a triumphant grin. He palms it, the pads of his fingers teasingly rubbing over his balls and the sensitive skin behind them. Asahi has to grip his shoulders in support, desperately trying not to rut into Nishinoya's hand.
They absolutely cannot do this here. What if Suga or Daichi found them, or even worse the underclassmen—
"Oh?" Nishinoya says on a sigh, eyes wide and his pupils dilated as his hand cups and squeezes in a maddening slow rhythm. Asahi tries not to give into that pressure, but can't help the minuscule shifts in his hips whenever Nishinoya squeezes subtly harder or fractionally picks up the pace.
"I think you would like to do it here very much, Asahi," He digs his nails into Nishinoya's shoulders at the sound of his name coming from the other boy's mouth. Nishinoya makes his name seem like something dirty and it embarrasses him how much he likes it.
Nishinoya chuckles, looking down at his hand cradling Asahi's cock.
"From how your dick just jumped, yeah, I'd say you agree." Nishinoya's voice turns that sharp, cunning baritone that never fails to make Asahi slightly weak in the knees.
"Asahi, don't even try and pretend that this doesn't make your cock rock hard." Asahi doesn't even try to stop him when Nishinoya finally goes to unbuckle his pants and lets them drop to the floor.
He feels ten times too big as he stands there and watches Nishinoya drink him in, his eyes hungry as they dart all over his body and Asahi feels shameless as he lets him.
Nishinoya grins, licking at his lips.
Asahi gulps.
"Are you just going to watch me all day." He asks, semi impatient.
Asahi hasn't forgotten that they are in a utility closet in the gym and that anyone from the volleyball club could walk in at any moment and see him with his pants around his ankles. He thinks he might actually really quit then.
