Sounds like you're using your brain. Lose the towel, though.
( That should do the trick. He keeps going back to the older picture and saves it to his camera roll. He wonders if those thighs are still wet and steadily gives his swelling length a good squeeze.)
Just what are you up to, OmiOmi, collecting my naked pictures like this?
[It sounds like he's not going to do it, but he still does it. Sakusa gets a perfect picture from a mirror view, head to toe, minus the towel and heels. Bokuto being a show off is definitively working in Omi's favor today; Bokuto may or may not be smirking.]
( He's just saving them for a rainy day, is all. Sakusa's lucky that Bokuto happily dishes out what he asks for. It's not like he hasn't seen him naked anyway; all those times in the locker room showers after games and practice. It's nothing like getting special, individual shots like these, though. There's plenty he could do to that rear. Thank god the heels were off, too.)
nevermind, I guess you're clinically stupid after all.
And if you tell me AND show me, I might match it with pic of my own
[He's completely ignoring the insult because it's neither the first nor the last time he's been called an idiot. He's very aware he can be slow on the uptake sometimes, but once he gets the hang of it- it might be Sakusa's nightmare, actually. He's ready to get dressed and come over this instant. Perhaps to let him do whatever he wants to that rear.]
( Seems like he has unknowingly fired up something in Bokuto, and truth be told, he kind of likes this attitude in him. He stares at the screen and considers sending a picture, but is it fair that he does what Bokuto suggests so easily? No, Sakusa is the one in control here. Now, he doubts Bokuto is that much into it; he thinks showing off his body is just in his nature. Whether it's men or women, the spotlight is as good as a drug, so Sakusa is taking a risk here when he offers something else.)
[It's totally not fair that Bokuto gets no pictures after sending his own but- this is better. Because if it's what he thinks Sakusa is doing then it is ten times better to see it in person. He grabs the towel that he wore earlier and keys and leaves the apartment wearing ONLY that. He does remember to lock up. Sakusa's apartment is one floor up so there's no need to dress up. And if anyone asks- he's going swimming (even tho no one puts a toe in that pool on the roof of the building).
He knocks a few times on the door, just to announce it's him, and enters, barely waiting to hear Sakusa let him in.]
No response? Shit, that means he's actually on his way, which means Sakusa has approximately three minutes before he arrives. It's frustrating having to stop touching himself so suddenly, but he knows the pleasure will hit him tenfold later; it's a good sacrifice. He pulls himself from his bed and snaps his briefs back on. The fabric does his shape justice, neatly packed with a good amount of show.
He adjusts his blinds enough that his room is well lit, but not glaring. He didn't get a chance to eat breakfast, maybe he'll eat something else. "Damn it," he's already here, and Sakusa is barely in the process of fetching the large bottle of lubricant; it's one of those with a pump. He's more active than he ever lets on in public. "No, I'm not here," he snaps sarcastically, but his breath hitches at the sight gracing his apartment. Is this the reward for being a world-class moron? He just walks out wearing a towel? Sakusa can't even complain.
Features crunch into a judging frown, but he's shamelessly ogling at this point.
Sakusa gets a raised eyebrow as Bokuto kicks shut the door, not even looking at it. Damn. That scowl does not match the bulge he's sporting in those briefs. Then again, it's Omi, anything he does- willing or no- appears like a nuisance to him.
With a way too smug grin on his face, Bokuto pushes fallen hair out of his eyes, one hand on a hip.
"Wow. All that with only two pictures of me? Your imagination must've been all over the place." Feel free to ogle. Also, feel free to touch too- it's the reason why he came here. He walks over to him confidently, as if he didn't just waltz into an apartment in just a towel.
"Should I get rid of it for you?" His fingers hooks at the waistband of the briefs but doesn't tug it down. Yet.
Yes, only two pictures can arouse the mind to great lengths, especially when the content is so pristine. He’s lucky to have caught Bokuto in such a state, fresh out of the bath, regardless of whether his previous adventures were questionable in nature. He likes it when his hair is down, too. Those teasing words do make Sakusa irritable, does Bokuto think he’s in control in any way? He has another surprise coming.
“Tch,” he tosses a string of condoms and lube towards the bed and digs both hands through Bokuto’s fallen hair, yanking their faces closely. “Do it,” he says that with a dull expression, yet his voice drips with heat. He pulls Bokuto’s hair back so he can expose his neck and he latches his mouth on it. His teeth leave marks as he trails down his jugular; switching between quick sucks and kisses until he stops at the clavicle and pulls himself back.
[Whatever happened the previous night involved only a dress up and heels. The clothes probably suffered because they were ten sizes smaller than him, leaving Bokuto naked, and heels are gone now. But he does think he's in the control, especially if Sakusa gets riled up with just words. He bites his lip when the mouth and teeth travel over his neck and he can't help but tilt his head to watch Sakusa's mouth work over his skin when fingers get buried in his hair.
Should he rip them off? The underwear... it would be very easy for him, but Sakusa might get angry for ruining his clothes. So, for now, he just tugs them down a bit, over the hips, and past his ass. But whether the guy likes it or no, he gets nudged towards the bed (honestly Bokuto wanted to just pick him up and drop him), making him sit down, as he crouches to take off the underwear all the way and tossing them aside.]
And... what did you fantasize about? [He smirks up at him from where he's crouching, fingers digging into the hips and sliding to the lower back, while Bokuto runs his mouth and teeth over Sakusa's taut stomach and abs. He doesn't intend to move lower until he hears answer.]
The feeling of touch is a conflicting experience. He’s split between how much his body reels into pleasure, of Bokuto’s calloused hands exploring him, and at the same time keeping at bay how terrifying it is to be sharing so much contact. He can still taste his flesh, he knows that Bokuto is clean, he’s seen evidence of a perfectly dripping body rise from his bathtub. He wants him here, and yet he can’t help a frown once he’s sitting on the bed with Bokuto between his legs.
He involuntarily sucks his stomach in and takes a deep breath, and a wave of goosebumps surge through him. He likes how hot Bokuto’s mouth feels, but he keeps a firm grasp over his shoulder. His mind strays back to the pictures he received, he uses them to keep himself grounded, so he can last a while longer in such a blissful moment.
“Fucking your thighs, leaving your ass so sore you’ll complain for a week, that’s what I would have wanted,” he wants to push him lower, but instead his fingers steadily curl in a way that makes his nails leave crescents on his skin. “The way the water ran down your legs, it made me want to lick it off, and suck it, and taste you.”
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So he just assumes it's good.]
I mean, I can send you a new pic again ;)
Maybe my back this time?
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Sounds like you're using your brain.
Lose the towel, though.
( That should do the trick. He keeps going back to the older picture and saves it to his camera roll. He wonders if those thighs are still wet and steadily gives his swelling length a good squeeze.)
Fuck.
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Just what are you up to, OmiOmi, collecting my naked pictures like this?
[It sounds like he's not going to do it, but he still does it. Sakusa gets a perfect picture from a mirror view, head to toe, minus the towel and heels. Bokuto being a show off is definitively working in Omi's favor today; Bokuto may or may
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You really wanna know?
( He's just saving them for a rainy day, is all. Sakusa's lucky that Bokuto happily dishes out what he asks for. It's not like he hasn't seen him naked anyway; all those times in the locker room showers after games and practice. It's nothing like getting special, individual shots like these, though. There's plenty he could do to that rear. Thank god the heels were off, too.)
nevermind, I guess you're clinically stupid after all.
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And if you tell me AND show me, I might match it with pic of my own
[He's completely ignoring the insult because it's neither the first nor the last time he's been called an idiot. He's very aware he can be slow on the uptake sometimes, but once he gets the hang of it- it might be Sakusa's nightmare, actually. He's ready to get dressed and come over this instant. Perhaps to let him do whatever he wants to that rear.]
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Then come over and see for yourself.
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He knocks a few times on the door, just to announce it's him, and enters, barely waiting to hear Sakusa let him in.]
OmiOmi, you better be here~
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He adjusts his blinds enough that his room is well lit, but not glaring. He didn't get a chance to eat breakfast, maybe he'll eat something else.
"Damn it," he's already here, and Sakusa is barely in the process of fetching the large bottle of lubricant; it's one of those with a pump. He's more active than he ever lets on in public.
"No, I'm not here," he snaps sarcastically, but his breath hitches at the sight gracing his apartment. Is this the reward for being a world-class moron? He just walks out wearing a towel? Sakusa can't even complain.
Features crunch into a judging frown, but he's shamelessly ogling at this point.
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With a way too smug grin on his face, Bokuto pushes fallen hair out of his eyes, one hand on a hip.
"Wow. All that with only two pictures of me? Your imagination must've been all over the place." Feel free to ogle. Also, feel free to touch too- it's the reason why he came here. He walks over to him confidently, as if he didn't just waltz into an apartment in just a towel.
"Should I get rid of it for you?" His fingers hooks at the waistband of the briefs but doesn't tug it down. Yet.
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Yes, only two pictures can arouse the mind to great lengths, especially when the content is so pristine. He’s lucky to have caught Bokuto in such a state, fresh out of the bath, regardless of whether his previous adventures were questionable in nature. He likes it when his hair is down, too. Those teasing words do make Sakusa irritable, does Bokuto think he’s in control in any way? He has another surprise coming.
“Tch,” he tosses a string of condoms and lube towards the bed and digs both hands through Bokuto’s fallen hair, yanking their faces closely. “Do it,” he says that with a dull expression, yet his voice drips with heat. He pulls Bokuto’s hair back so he can expose his neck and he latches his mouth on it. His teeth leave marks as he trails down his jugular; switching between quick sucks and kisses until he stops at the clavicle and pulls himself back.
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Should he rip them off? The underwear... it would be very easy for him, but Sakusa might get angry for ruining his clothes. So, for now, he just tugs them down a bit, over the hips, and past his ass. But whether the guy likes it or no, he gets nudged towards the bed (honestly Bokuto wanted to just pick him up and drop him), making him sit down, as he crouches to take off the underwear all the way and tossing them aside.]
And... what did you fantasize about? [He smirks up at him from where he's crouching, fingers digging into the hips and sliding to the lower back, while Bokuto runs his mouth and teeth over Sakusa's taut stomach and abs. He doesn't intend to move lower until he hears answer.]
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The feeling of touch is a conflicting experience. He’s split between how much his body reels into pleasure, of Bokuto’s calloused hands exploring him, and at the same time keeping at bay how terrifying it is to be sharing so much contact. He can still taste his flesh, he knows that Bokuto is clean, he’s seen evidence of a perfectly dripping body rise from his bathtub. He wants him here, and yet he can’t help a frown once he’s sitting on the bed with Bokuto between his legs.
He involuntarily sucks his stomach in and takes a deep breath, and a wave of goosebumps surge through him. He likes how hot Bokuto’s mouth feels, but he keeps a firm grasp over his shoulder. His mind strays back to the pictures he received, he uses them to keep himself grounded, so he can last a while longer in such a blissful moment.
“Fucking your thighs, leaving your ass so sore you’ll complain for a week, that’s what I would have wanted,” he wants to push him lower, but instead his fingers steadily curl in a way that makes his nails leave crescents on his skin. “The way the water ran down your legs, it made me want to lick it off, and suck it, and taste you.”