your promise to me. || haikyu

10.5

"Bokuto-san, I think you've had too much to drink," Akaashi commented, watching me sway happily in place.

I laughed and yelled, "AHGAAAASHEEE!" I pumped my fists in the air, facing him.

He sighed and grabbed my wrist, leading me to the kitchen. "Let's get some water in your system."

"You got it," I replied in a sing-song tone. I hummed happily, following him. I leaned against the counter, watching Aiko and Kuroo icing each other out while Kenma was watching them as if they were two characters in one of his video games. For a girl Aiko's size, she sure does know how to handle her liquor. I wonder if it has to do with her past, maybe. I turned my gaze to Akaashi pouring me a glass of water.

He handed it to me, saying, "Drink up."

I nodded and downed it, setting the glass beside me. "Thank you!"

"No need to thank me." He was watching me intently as if I was going to pass out at any moment.

"What is it?" I questioned, tilting my head slightly as I studied his facial features.

"Nothing," he responded, leaning against the counter across from me.

"You know... Keiji..." I started off, pushing myself off the counter. I took a step closer to him and planted my hands on the counter on each side of Akaashi. He stared up into my eyes, his gaze a little hazy from the alcohol he consumed himself. "You have pretty eyes."

Slowly his hands reached my cheeks as he watched my every move. I bit my lip and watched him, leaning a bit closer down to him. For a moment, we were both quiet. Our breaths brush against each other before they entangle with one another as our lips met. Blood rushed its way to my cheeks as I kissed him slowly, tasting the alcohol lingering on our tongues. I slid one of my hands up his shirt, feeling the muscles of his back under my palm. He shivered under my touch as I pulled him closer to me, our kisses growing hungrier.

I pulled back, our breathing heavy. I looked into his eyes, looking back at me with lust. I smirked and took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder to see Kuroo's shoulders shaking with laughter from whatever Aiko and Kenma are debating about. I grabbed the car keys and led Akaashi outside.

"Where are we going, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked, flushed, as he followed me.

"Somewhere private," I replied, climbing into the back seats. I offered him a hand, to which he took, and pulled him in. He toppled over me, making me lay back. I smirked up at him and pulled him down to me, having our lips press against each other again. This felt right, I thought to myself.

His moans were muffled between our lips. He pulled back for a second to slide off my shirt. His hands roamed over my body, making me shiver. His lips left mine, traveling down my body slowly. He nipped at my skin as he looked up at me under his lashes. "May I?" he asked, holding the hem of my jeans in his hands.

I nodded and helped him take them off. I blushed once I realized that I was fully exposed in front of Akaashi.

He blushed too, leaning down. His lips enclosed around my tip, one of his hands slowly jerking my dick off. I groaned, leaning my head back, as he bobbed his head down. His tongue slid around my shaft while his other hand fondled my balls in his palm. He pulled back after a while, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

"Keiji," I called out. He blushed profusely as I leaned up, capturing his mouth with mine. He ran his hand through my hair as I unbutton his pants, tossing them to the front with our other clothes. I guided his hips onto me, pulling away from our kiss. "I think Aiko said something about having some stuff in the glove compartment."