Infectious || IwaOi

16.

Credits to artist^

Btw, there a little bit of a 👄 in this part so.... heads up.

Bokuaka momento bc OUI

Sunlight beamed through the blinds and the boy with black hair and blue eyes behind glasses smiled as he took a deep breath of the morning air.

Akaashi swiveled around and headed to the kitchen, desperate to down a hot cup of coffee as a part of his morning ritual.

Akaashi slightly limped behind the counter; his boyfriend wasn't precisely gentle the previous night. The delicate boy fitted a capsule of coffee in the machine as he placed a hand on his hips and rubbed his sores. Not that minded the roughness, just that sometimes Koutarou tended to... get carried away.

He flushed as the memories swirled back; the previous night, the movie, the make-out....

His boyfriend was passed out on the bed face down after exiting the bathroom, a thing he always did; refresh and retain some sleep.

"Kou, I have coffee."

"Mhagrh..." Koutarou's voice was muffled from the sheets.

"Don't you have training today?"

He heard Koutarou groan after he turned his head and met pleadingly with his gaze, "Keijiiii...."

The salt and pepper-haired male had his golden eyes fixated on his lover, he was wearing a pink long-sleeved t-shirt and his spikes were down; messy and clumped.

Akaashi set the cups down and ruffled Kou's hair, but the instant he leaned in the dominant male grabbed his arms and swung him, catching the other off guard and he pinned him onto the still rumpled bed.

Akaashi's face flamed up as he starred widely at Koutarou, who was grinning down at him. "Hey, don't you remember yesterday?"

Upon recounting the previous night's distinct events, Akaashi looked away to his side, avoiding the golden gaze that always overwhelmed him.

"N-no."

"How cute....." He buried his face into Akaashi's collarbone, inhaling and teasingly brushing his lips into his crook which spiked an immediate shiver into Akaashi's body.

"B-Bokuto-san, it's a bit too early, don't you think- aahh!" His desperate reasoning was cut off by Koutarou biting his skin, a warm sensation with pain that forced a moan.

"It's never too early baby..." The assertive man's voice turned hoarse, his amber iris' enveloped by his pupils, desire etched onto his face.

"Keiji..." He bit the side of his lip. Akaashi wanted to wrap his legs around Koutarou and make up for what he missed out when he fell asleep mid-way through sex.

He swallowed, "Yes...?"

"I want you."

He crashed his lips against Akaashi's and relished when he gasped in utter surprise. He moved his mouth rhythmically against the plumper bottom lip of Akaashi's, he felt his fluttering eyelashes tickling his cheeks and his fluttering heartbeat beneath his shirt he was wearing.

Koutarou, craving more with every passing second, ran his cold hand up Akaashi's warm waist, forcing him to splutter and gasp.

"Kou!-"

"Shhh..."

A few seconds later and they were both shirtless, sprawled on the bed. Akaashi's little moans drove the other one to go deeper, further.