[Bokuto hums, the sound vibrating in the back of his throat; he keeps a paced rhythm of his sucks, very happy that he has no gag reflex and that he can do whatever he pleases.
He loves to drive Tsukishima insane like this. He'd listen to requests not to be rash and pushy and loud and keep it on down low-
-a perfect opportunity to tease. He pulls back all the way, lip closed tightly around the tip and sucking hard, eyes looking up to see Kei's expression, and keeps his gaze locked on his face whilst running his tongue on the underside as he takes him back in.]
[Perfect. He loves the sting of Tsukki's grasp on his hair, the slight tug. He wouldn't even care or mind if he took the things into his own hands and just set up the pace himself. Fast, perhaps? A bit desparate...?
A tingle runs down Bokuto's back and he hums, taking him all the way in his mouth, as far as he can. Tsukishima's little sounds and hisses are driving him crazy so it is only fair to return the favor by deepthroating him, right?
[Everything. That's everything and you'd think Tsukki would - eventually - get acclimated to this. Bokuto taking his entire cock without gagging. Like it's easy.]
Fuck.
[That's still quiet. But if the hisses get results -
[Bokuto hopes Tsukishima never gets used to it. It's the best way to get all of the sweet sounds out of the blond- aside from pinning him to the mattress and making him scream his name.
But he pauses when he hears the knock on the door. Fortunately for both of them, Bokuto had just pulled up to the tip and, very reluctantly pulls his lips away from him. His hand, however, continues to stroke him as he looks up at Kei, eyebrows raised.
He won't be a jerk and suck him off while he talks- for now. But he's also not going to stop stroking him, running his tongue on the underside whilst watching him intently- he is determinded on getting him off.]
[Yeah, Bokuto can tell he's close and he can't decide whether to get him off or to drag it out. Getting him off right now would probably mean he will lose several strands of hair and there's a chance Akiteru hears them.
-he doesn't even consider the other part of the coin. He wants Kei to come undone, now.
His lips wrap around the tip, letting Tsukishima answer those questions if he wants to but the moment he's done, he's taking him back into his mouth, all the way.]
At the last second, Tsukki lurches forward. Burying his face in Bokuto's shoulder. Biting into the sweatshirt. Maybe the shoulder. Smothering the sounds as hips spasm out of control.]
It's always perfect. The bite into his shoulder doesn't hurt, he loves it, he loves it every time it happens, when Tsukishima tries his best to keep his composure but it shatters. He loves being the reason for it.
Bokuto doesn't pull all the way, doing what Tsukishima calls him sometimes gross for, but he promised not to make a mess. Besides, Tsukki is resting on top of him and he doesn't feel like moving him yet. He just pulls head back enough to let go of him, humming as he does so. His hands stop gripping onto Tsukki's hips, from where he was keeping him in place and just slide up under the shirt, thumbs making small circles on the skin.]
[Only sometimes gross. Because Tsukki doesn't want to do that particular job. Can't understand why someone would. But it makes Bokuto happy. More importantly, keeps him quiet.
Tsukki gasps for air. Staring at the door, sure it's going to fly open at any second...
...It seems like Akiteru's been satisfied with the answers.]
[Bokuto never asks him to do it, or anything else he's not comfortable with. He just likes to do it because it makes Tsukishima grumble, with a cute embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
When there are no interruptions and Tsukki does the predictable grumble, Bokuto grins and pulls back a bit, to turn his head and press lips against the blond's neck.]
[But that's the charm of it- the fact that they don't fit him! He's so cute like that, Bokuto already has dozens of pictures.]
Mmm, yeah. But-! We'll handle it. We made it this far!
[It's been rough but they are still together and Bokuto doesn't feel any less in love with his Tsukki. In fact, it feels as if it's stronger than before.]
Then we go together! You get your PhD, I get my Olympic medals, then we pick up our stuff and go.
[It sounds so easy when Bokuto says it like that, but he also means it when he says it. He reaches with his hand to brush some of the blond bangs and trail fingers over the high cheekbone and grins.]
And then! We get rich and travel the world! We get on cruises, sip champagne and eat strawberries while dipping our feet in the pool!
No thanks, cruise ships are disgusting. We can do the other things.
At the ocean.
[Why would they need a pool?
Maybe it's weird, discussing life plans right after everything they just did. Oh well. No time like the present, really. Tsukki settles back. Scratching through Bokuto's hair.]
Speaking of the Olympics... When do you find out about that?
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Shit.
He grits his teeth. Determined to keep control.]
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He loves to drive Tsukishima insane like this. He'd listen to requests not to be rash and pushy and loud and keep it on down low-
-a perfect opportunity to tease. He pulls back all the way, lip closed tightly around the tip and sucking hard, eyes looking up to see Kei's expression, and keeps his gaze locked on his face whilst running his tongue on the underside as he takes him back in.]
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Oh.
Right.
Because Bokuto is gorgeous like this. On his knees and spilling over with the brash confidence he brings to everything thing he does. Including oral.
Tsukki hisses.
Twisting a fist into Bokuto's hair.]
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A tingle runs down Bokuto's back and he hums, taking him all the way in his mouth, as far as he can. Tsukishima's little sounds and hisses are driving him crazy so it is only fair to return the favor by deepthroating him, right?
He's putting his mouth to good use.]
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Fuck.
[That's still quiet. But if the hisses get results -
Then comes a tap on the door.
"Kei?"
Akiteru.
Shit.]
fufufu
But he pauses when he hears the knock on the door. Fortunately for both of them, Bokuto had just pulled up to the tip and, very reluctantly pulls his lips away from him. His hand, however, continues to stroke him as he looks up at Kei, eyebrows raised.
He won't be a jerk and suck him off while he talks- for now. But he's also not going to stop stroking him, running his tongue on the underside whilst watching him intently- he is determinded on getting him off.]
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Tsukki - through some miracle - Actually manages a coherent answer. Voice barely shaking at all.]
Yeah?
["What do you want to drink? Oh! And are you still coming tomorrow?"
Wow what an unfortunate combination of words. Tsukki clamps a hand over his mouth. Whole body shaking. Something about another person this close -
- With whatever Bokuto just did - ]
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-he doesn't even consider the other part of the coin. He wants Kei to come undone, now.
His lips wrap around the tip, letting Tsukishima answer those questions if he wants to but the moment he's done, he's taking him back into his mouth, all the way.]
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[That ends in an undignified yelp.
"Kei? You all right?"]
Tea's - fine. We'll - let you know -
[If there's an answer?
Tsukki can't tell.
Because Bokuto is not stopping. Of course not.
At the last second, Tsukki lurches forward. Burying his face in Bokuto's shoulder. Biting into the sweatshirt. Maybe the shoulder. Smothering the sounds as hips spasm out of control.]
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It's always perfect. The bite into his shoulder doesn't hurt, he loves it, he loves it every time it happens, when Tsukishima tries his best to keep his composure but it shatters. He loves being the reason for it.
Bokuto doesn't pull all the way, doing what Tsukishima calls him sometimes gross for, but he promised not to make a mess. Besides, Tsukki is resting on top of him and he doesn't feel like moving him yet. He just pulls head back enough to let go of him, humming as he does so. His hands stop gripping onto Tsukki's hips, from where he was keeping him in place and just slide up under the shirt, thumbs making small circles on the skin.]
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Tsukki gasps for air. Staring at the door, sure it's going to fly open at any second...
...It seems like Akiteru's been satisfied with the answers.]
You - Asshole.
[Hissed low, but without any malice.]
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When there are no interruptions and Tsukki does the predictable grumble, Bokuto grins and pulls back a bit, to turn his head and press lips against the blond's neck.]
Mmm. But you loved it.
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Reluctantly, he pushes Bokuto off his neck.]
Quit. I'm not hiding hickeys all New Year's.
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But prying him off with such a lackluster push won't work. Tsukki just gets tackled to the bed with a grin, two strong arms wrapped around him.]
But I love leaving them. [He pouts for a second.] Fineee, I'll be nice.
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How did it come to this.]
Well someone took the only sweatshirt that hides them. Blame him.
[Smirk smirk smirk.]
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I promise to give it back! Or! You can use one of mine. I love it when you wear my clothes.
[And he pecks Tsukishima's cheek because his breath is probably really bad right now. Then snuggles up close to him.]
I really missed you. Really really.
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Tsukki can't say he minds it.]
Yeah. Hopefully Grad School will be closer to you.
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Mmm, yeah. But-! We'll handle it. We made it this far!
[It's been rough but they are still together and Bokuto doesn't feel any less in love with his Tsukki. In fact, it feels as if it's stronger than before.]
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Or you could just go play volleyball in Australia!
[This is... 90% a joke.]
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Australia!? I'd rather win some medals for Japan!
[He also wants to be close so Tsukki can praise him!]
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But - So does Japan.
Chuckling, Tsukki pokes Bokuto in the shoulder.]
All right, all right.
I won't inflict your English on Australia.
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Bring Tsukki with him.]
My English is not bad! [Bokuto grins.] It's not good but it can pass!
[He was somehow better at that than sciency subjects. Maths and chemistry are a nightmare.]
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[That gets a surprised blink. With how Bokuto struggled in school, Tsukki figured he'd want to spend his whole career in Japan.
Tsukki pushes up onto an elbow. Studying his boyfriend carefully.]
Australia and New Zealand have some of the most interesting research programs. I'd really like to work there. After I get my PhD.
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[It sounds so easy when Bokuto says it like that, but he also means it when he says it. He reaches with his hand to brush some of the blond bangs and trail fingers over the high cheekbone and grins.]
And then! We get rich and travel the world! We get on cruises, sip champagne and eat strawberries while dipping our feet in the pool!
[...someone watched way too many rap videos.]
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At the ocean.
[Why would they need a pool?
Maybe it's weird, discussing life plans right after everything they just did. Oh well. No time like the present, really. Tsukki settles back. Scratching through Bokuto's hair.]
Speaking of the Olympics... When do you find out about that?
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