Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day One;; Lust||Akaashi

   Oikawa felt uncomfortable. He could feel steel-blue eyes as they bore into his skin, taking in every detail as they swept across his form. The television faded into background noise as he focused on the soft, appreciative hum emitted from the raven-haired man. Oikawa forced himself to ignore the other male and instead turn his attention to monitoring his own breathing. This worked for a few slow minutes before his mind wandered back to the person observing him from across the room. A shiver ran down his spine. He felt like prey and his hunter was ready to pounce at any moment.

    “‘Kaashi-chan, is something wrong?”

    “No, Oikawa-san.”

    The response was simple and blunt, as one would expect from Akaashi. The only notable difference being his deeper tone and the slight thrum that followed his words like a hungry growl. His voice sounded sultry with a hint of desire, something Oikawa had never heard from him before. He blamed the alcohol - they had both consumed too much during the small soiree Akaashi held a few hours prior. Oikawa had arrived alone and by the time he was ready to head home, everyone else had left so the host insisted he stay the night rather than risk driving home while intoxicated. Oikawa now pondered the possibility of an ulterior motive behind Akaashi’s kind offer.

    Turning from the television, Oikawa rested his hand on the back of the couch as he observed the other setter. His eyes burned with such intensity that the brunet found himself unable to hold his gaze. He laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. “You're starting to freak me out.”

    “I'm sorry, Oikawa-san.” Akaashi rose from his chair, his muscles rippling under his tight shirt. His posture relaxed with every step as he sauntered across the short distance separating them. His fingers danced across Oikawa’s arm, lingering on his hand as walked around the couch. Soon he stood before his prey, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his tongue ran across his smooth lips. He lowered himself down onto Oikawa’s lap, earning a startled gasp from the man. “You're just so beautiful.”

    “What-”

    “It's okay, Oikawa.”

    Oikawa was in a state of shock as his friend started undressing him. Deft fingers lifted his shirt up and over his head, exposing his toned chest. Akaashi didn't hesitate; within seconds, his hands caressed the firm body presented before him. Oikawa bit back a pleasurable sigh as a warm, wet tongue ran up his abs. Rotating between soft nips and sloppy kisses, Akaashi explored Oikawa’s body. He suckled on his neck until he heard a soft moan and felt the body beneath him tense. He smirked before working his way down to one of his nipples, his breath tickling the other male. Rather than making another move, Akaashi chose to examine his object of desire from beneath long lashes. He looked even more beautiful splayed out like this, blushing and panting in the heat of the moment. Akaashi wanted to see more, wanted to see how his face contorted with pleasure as he reached his climax. Akaashi had to have him.

    Without warning, Oikawa pushed him off his lap and onto the coffee table. Akaashi’s mind snapped back to reality. It wasn't every night he had Oikawa to himself, alone in his apartment; he wasn't letting the opportunity go to waste. The brunet shook his head, murmuring about how Akaashi was drunk but his spiel trailed off once he noticed the man. He had somehow removed his shirt during the brief moment Oikawa closed his eyes to regroup his thoughts. His legs were spread wide and his tongue darted across his lips, an open invitation that Oikawa found almost irresistible. While he was distracted, Akaashi entwined his fingers in his chocolate locks. Pulling him down with a rough tug, he closed the gap between them.

    The kiss was passionate, powered by uncontrollable lust and undeniable chemistry. Teeth met with a rough clang and lips smashed against one another with enough force to bruise. Akaashi’s grip loosened in his hair, his hands travelling down the expanse of Oikawa’s back. The older setter moaned. He dipped his body against Akaashi, bare flesh burning against bare flesh. His thoughts escaped him as he bit the other’s bottom lip. Akaashi granted him entrance. Oikawa snaked his hand around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue explored his mouth. It wasn't until Akaashi’s hand slithered down to unbuckle his pants that Oikawa remembered his resolve. Lifting himself off the table, he massaged his temples.

    “Aka-chan,” Oikawa muttered, a nervous hint to his tone. “Be good.”

    “I don't want to be good,” Akaashi purred. “I'm a naughty boy.”

    Oikawa gaped down at the man beneath him. Arms wrapped around his waist, holding him in place as he tried to squirm out of Akaashi’s embrace. Hips bucked up to meet Oikawa’s and he fought to bite back his groan. Although Oikawa was enjoying Akaashi’s newfound sensuality, neither were sober and he respected his friend too much to take their tryst any further.

    “Let's get you to bed,” Oikawa said, his tone stern as he removed the limbs from around his waist.

    “If you'd prefer to do me there, let's go.”

    Oikawa’s face lit up in multiple shades of red. He blinked twice, dumbfounded as he replayed the comment in his mind. Once again taking advantage of Oikawa’s wandering thoughts, Akaashi ran his hands down the length of his chest. The small buckle as well as the first button were already undone from his previous attempt, making his job easier as he shimmied the slacks off Oikawa.

    “Akaashi!”

    “Yes, Tooru?”

    “Stop that!”

    Standing straight, Oikawa slapped away the delicate hand that was cupping his hardening member. After a moment of fumbling with his pants and throwing his shirt back on inside out, he was dressed again. His eyes narrowed when Akaashi winked up at him, tongue lashing out to moisten his lips in what Oikawa could only describe as an act of seduction.

    Oikawa leaned down to offer Akaashi a hand. He braced himself against the table when he felt toned legs and long arms interlock around his waist, the additional weight sudden and unexpected. Oikawa sighed. Holding onto Akaashi, he began to head toward the bedroom. He could feel his body trembling around him as the raven-haired man nipped at his neck and licked his jawline. The brunet stopped dead in his tracks; his eyes flickered to the man in his arms as he moaned, the sounds soft and needy.

    “I need you, Tooru.”

    “What you need is a nap,” Oikawa muttered in exasperation.

    “Sleep with me, Tooru."

    “I can't, Keiji, you're drunk.”

    “No, I don't mean… just hold me,” Akaashi whispered, his gaze falling to the floor. “Until I fall asleep.”

    “I'm not sure if that's a good idea.”

    “Please,” he pleaded, steel-blue eyes softening as he spoke, “I don't want to be alone.”

    Oikawa didn't respond as he carried him into his bedroom. Lowering him into the bed with as much care as he could muster, he tucked Akaashi into the sheets. He contemplated leaving but the thought disappeared as fast as it came when he noticed the lone tear sliding down his friend’s face. Guilt struck at his heartstrings. Kicking off his shoes, he hopped into the bed beside Akaashi. He brushed his fingertips along the path of his tear before cradling him, warmth pooling in his chest where his skin met Akaashi’s.

    “Please don't go.”

    “I won't, Keiji. I'll always be here for you.”