[ That small sound from Ukai, almost more felt than heard, pulls at the hook of desire Asahi hadn't noticed sunk so deeply into his gut. A blush burns at his already overheated cheeks, and for a moment he's not sure if it's for Ukai having made it or for his having contributed to it. It only takes Ukai's tongue meeting his, testing and eager, to figure out the real reason-- Asahi really wants to make it happen again.
Led by instinct and a familiarity with following direction-- especially Ukai's, although never quite like this-- Asahi barely notices his body easily responding to Ukai's prompting. His knee bumps Ukai's as he brings his leg over, but he barely notices, too busy trying not to get lost in the press of his tongue against Ukai's.
If he's honest, Asahi has never spent this much time kissing anyone before-- just kissing. No one kisses like this, like the world can wait, like the dizzying thing inside him trying to find an escape can wait; not at seventeen. Its an excruciating slow burn, like being boiled alive from the inside, and Asahi cant tell if he loves it or loathes it. He feels breathless, like he's moving too fast or maybe too slow-- but he's got a hand on Ukai, palm against the width of his shoulder, and the band of Ukai's arm around his waist, to keep him steady.
Caught up in the taste of Ukai in his mouth, and the coil of want in his belly, Asahi doesn't notice his body listing to press closer and closer against Ukai. Until he's too close. ]
Ah- [ Asahi has to break the kiss, panting as he pulls back just enough-- not an attempt to move away, but just enough to get some air. And maybe not press his dick quite so obviously to Ukai... ]
Sor- sorry. [ Quiet, small, like maybe he's apologizing for needing some oxygen in his lungs. Like maybe he's hoping Ukai didn't notice how excited he is. Like maybe he's not all that sorry about it. ]
[ he can feel the warmth off of asahi's cheeks and that's when he raises his free hand, sliding his thumb along the line of asahi's jaw before he slips his hand around the back of his neck again. the hold is gentle, willing enough to allow asahi the space to pull back, but a warm presence there nevertheless.
asahi moves in with such ease - bumping aside - that ukai briefly wonders if this is something he's got more experience with than he seems to. this being making out on couches, though he has some trouble imagining asahi to be a serial makeout kind of guy.
long makeout sessions aren't usually a thing for ukai either. not because he's entirely impatient since he outgrew that in his teenage years, but because he prefers other things. kissing elsewhere. letting hands roam. keeping less of a mind about him when he's got his tongue in someone else's mouth, though it's not something that happens very often. but it's surprisingly easy to get caught up in this with asahi, possibly because he's managing to keep his hands in check.
though the moment asahi presses against him and he feels exactly how excited he is, ukai regrets being so good about keeping his hands in decent places. and he feels like he should really regret their position because the kiss was already doing him no favors, but feeling asahi is enough to finish the job it started.
he refuses to glance down between them because he thinks that maybe keeping his eyes on asahi will keep him from looking down as well and noticing that, yes, ukai is also sporting a hard-on. that attempt is swiftly negated by the words that come out of his mouth. ]
Maybe I should've followed through on that offer to help with your clothes after all, huh? [ the bit of a teasing tone that comes with it is nearly wiped out by the way ukai's breathing isn't quite steady yet. ]
[ If Ukai's palm isn't burnt from the flaming blush that scorches down the back of Asahi's neck, well, the world is truly an unfair place sometimes. Being teased is nothing new for Asahi, but the way Ukai says it doesn't sound like the teasing Asahi's used to. It sounds like an offer, a suggestion, and Asahi can't even close his eyes against the thought because he's had days to wonder about how his shirt came off in the first place. ]
Are you- [ going to? sits at the tip of his tongue, but he's still trying to pull himself together after kissing Ukai half to insanity, so he just doesn't have the necessary breath in his lungs. The corners of Asahi's mouth tilt upwards, and although he's had rougher kisses before, his mouth has never felt quite so sensitive. He can't help but lick his lips, chasing the sensation of his mouth against Ukai's and the electric feeling that built with every brush of his tongue. It was good-- better than good, and Asahi is already mostly in Ukai's lap. What better time to test his boundaries? ] Saying it's too late?
[ A part of him had assumed he'd get Ukai's shirt off- that they'd definitely get his shirt off, and he's not really sure they ever decided if Ukai was the only one with hickey-granting privileges, but Asahi would really not mind leaving some of his own on Ukai. If he's allowed.
The way Ukai's looking at him, Asahi has a feeling he might be allowed.
He can't stop the way his hand slips from Ukai's shoulder to find the shape of Ukai's chest through his shirt. It's safer than looking down to find out whether he's the only one straining uncomfortably against his track pants. In reality, he's not sure if he really wants to take them off, or just adjust himself, so he's not at such an awkward angle. ]
[ there's no way asahi can get much warmer than he is. ukai can feel the heat against the back of his neck and, yet, he still wants to see how much warmer he can make him. maybe that's why his teasing comes out more as a suggestion, something he realizes after he says it. he doesn't even think it's really a question of if the two of them want to go another step beyond what they originally came back here for - the answer to that seems pretty obvious to him. it feels like he should be questioning himself and if he's willing to knowingly go that far with asahi with their age difference and relationship...
fortunately for both of them, ukai isn't going to try to reclaim his role as coach and designated responsible adult at this moment. he doesn't question himself or his willingness because he knows how willing he is. and he feels no need to overthink anything else when asahi is just as caught up in this as he is.
that's why the question of whether it's too late gets an easy shake of his head in reply before ukai tilts his head in, pressing a slow trail of kisses along asahi's jaw as he heads in the direction of his neck while leaning into the hand trailing over his chest. ]
Nah, it's not too late. [ the answer is mumbled against asahi's skin, at the back of his jaw and right near his earlobe. ukai raises his head a bit, a slight grin settling on his face as he lets his lips brush against asahi's ear as he keeps talking, voice remaining quiet. ] But now it means we've gotta move to manage it. That's all.
[ Those kisses along his jaw leave Asahi trying desperately to collect himself, the fingers of the hand exploring Ukai's chest curling inward, to drag the blunt ends of his nails against the fabric of Ukai's shirt. With his head tilted slightly back, giving Ukai an open invitation to his neck, Asahi has the fleeting thought that he's not done himself any favors. Simply kissing Ukai was dizzying and too-exciting; straddling his leg like this, with Ukai's breath hot on his neck and forced to imagine what Ukai must look like with nothing but the gravel in his voice to direct Asahi's imagination-- it's too much.
He wants it too much. The way Ukai is driving him crazy; slow, like he'd keep Asahi here in his lap all day if he could.
Asahi's hand slips from Ukai's jaw to thread into his hair, fingers catching momentarily on the ever present headband. He almost pulls it off, he thinks he might like to see Ukai with his hair wild again, but ends up distracted by the soft spikes of hair he's able to bury his fingers in. He'd never given much thought to how Ukai's hair might feel-- too preoccupied with other things to wonder what his scalp might feel like under Asahi's fingertips-- but he's strangely taken with how different it feels from his own. Slowly, just testing, Asahi fists his hand in the length of it. ] Can we start here, this time?
[ And Asahi would be embarrassed that he's implying he'd like for there to be a next time, where they could leave a trail of clothes from Ukai's front door to his bedroom- instead of maybe just right here, in a 4 foot radius, or however far they manage to fling their clothes, around them. He would be red-faced at his own presumptuousness, like kissing each other breathless is something they'll get to do more than just this once. But-- there's Ukai's left ear, pierced through with two nondescript silver hoops, and Asahi wants to run his tongue against his coach's earrings more than he wants to pick apart the meaning of his own words.
Gently, Asahi tugs at Ukai's hair, asking him to tilt his head so he nose his way down Ukai's cheek, his teeth clinking against the metal of Ukai's earrings in his eagerness. ]
[ that invitation is a welcome sight and ukai wastes no time trailing his kisses downward, leaving asahi's ear to trace down from it so he can further test things out. he graduates from simple kisses to add in small, light nips between them. leaving a mark is still on his mind, but he knows that has to wait until he can reach an area that isn't immediately visible to other people. and while he has places in mind, spots that aren't the same as the last one, they're not his current concern. instead, he's content with kissing and being careful with his use of teeth all the way down to the base of asahi's neck. there, he bites a little harder - not enough to mark him, but enough that he follows it with a swipe of his tongue to soothe the sting it might've caused.
he could do this for a long, long time, honestly. it's likely it would drive asahi to a point of actually begging for more, though, so he's not considering dragging things out more than he already has. though he gets the feeling that next time, because he definitely thinks there's going to be a next time at this rate, things will be a little more rushed.
the hand in his hair feels good, even once asahi grips it. ukai's interested in this - in seeing, or feeling, the way asahi moves along with things. seeing what kind of things he goes for without prompting, taking in the types of things he likes to do and what he seems to like the most. he feels like he's taking stock for the future so there's less chance of doing things that might turn a situation like this one awkward.
somehow, though, ukai can't imagine things getting awkward between them. not when they're like this, with asahi straddling his leg and holding on to his hair while his face remains buried against the ace's neck and his hand slips down to push the hem of his shirt up so he can press his palm to asahi's back without material in the way. ] We can start here and stay here, if you want.
[ then he's easily giving in to the tug to his hair, tilting his head to better asahi's access to his ear as he lets out a quiet, pleased sigh. ]
[ Just like the domino effect of their kissing a few moments prior, Ukai's warm sigh against Asahi's throat makes him shudder, a small, aborted sound of appreciation lost in the shell of Ukai's ear. As Asahi licks, open mouthed, at the small hoops nearly flush against Ukai's earlobe, he's not thinking about the consequences of Ukai possibly leaving a mark above his collar-- although, later, he'll be glad someone was. For now Asahi's just trying to get that sigh from Ukai again, or maybe even that small hum he'd gotten before.
Once he's gotten used to the metallic tang of Ukai's earrings in his mouth, Asahi dares to nip at the lobe in-- perhaps not retaliation, so much as one might call it encouragement. Asahi likes the way Ukai uses his teeth on him; blunt, promising. Like there's something more to come, if Asahi can be patient.
( The feel of Ukai's tongue on him, pressed hot and wet to the base of Asahi's neck, makes Asahi worry maybe he can't be patient, not with this. ) ]
Yeah, [ Asahi sighs into Ukai's ear, and he's not sure if that's a yeah lets stay right here yeah, or a yeah, that feels good, keep touching me yeah. It's difficult to think with Ukai's hand under his shirt, fingers pressed like five white hot points to the small of his back. He's hyper-aware of Ukai's touch, in a way he's never been when Suga's punched his bare chest or Daichi's slapped him on the back in the training camp's communal shower. His back is not a place he'd considered particularly erotic before, but Ukai's barely touched him and suddenly he's got all these ideas of how Ukai could touch him-- if he wanted to.
Arching into Ukai's touch, Asahi is too focused on the way he's being touched to notice how far his hand has wandered. Far enough down Ukai's chest that he's dangerously close to being nowhere near his chest anymore. ]
[ his hand has already slipped away from asahi's neck and over his shoulder to rest near his arm, but the attention to his ear makes ukai want to taste more. his earlobe is sensitive enough that feeling asahi's tongue then teeth against it earns a small shiver, the kind that makes his fingers press a little harder against his back as if in an effort to brace himself. it's then that he curls his fingers into the sleeve of asahi's shirt, pulling it just slightly to bare skin where the base of his neck gives way to shoulder. and, without tilting his head too much, he lets out a heavy breath against it before biting again, still minding himself enough to refrain from leaving anything more than dull teeth marks that will fade before he's gone for the evening. and he still insists on soothing the bite, no matter how light it is, with his tongue, like he can't get enough of the way asahi's skin tastes.
the answer he gets is enough to assume that asahi's fine with staying here and ukai's good with that. moving now would be more trouble than it's worth and would inevitably end in a trail of clothes to his bedroom and likely a lot of stopping along the way to end up against the walls of his hallway in their impatience. while he likes the visual it leaves him with, he prefers keeping the effort to their current spot and letting asahi's mouth continue to remain against his ear for a little longer. ]
God... [ this time, the murmur is clearly breathed out in pleasure rather than in questioning himself and his drinking as it had been while they were in the gym. the press into his touch has ukai sliding his hand higher, flattening his palm against asahi's back as he slides it up along his spine to see just how much the touch gets to him.
but he's entirely too aware of the hand sliding lower and, while he's got no problem with the direction it's moving in, he knows asahi's paying little attention to where it's heading. that's when he lifts his head slightly, mumbling against asahi's neck. ] Let me get your shirt off.
[ Why such a simple word from Ukai, only really slightly more substantial than an exhale, sends a such a brilliant streak of confidence zinging through Asahi, he may never know. All he knows is he likes the way Ukai sounds, loves the way Ukai responds, sliding his hand along the groove of his spine, pushing Asahi's shirt up in it's wake. Walking in, Asahi hadn't noticed Ukai's home to be particularly cool, but with his shirt rucked up around his ribcage, Ukai's palm warm against his overheated skin, Asahi can only see the benefits of letting Ukai pull his shirt off. ]
Yeah, here, I can- [ And he's collecting that wandering hand, saved the embarrassment of realizing just where he'd been heading in his eagerness to rid himself of his shirt. Planning to reach back and tug the neck of his t-shirt over his head in one smooth movement, the way he usually does when there are fewer arms and mouths involved in his immediate personal space, Asahi knocks elbows with Ukai-- once-- twice. ]
Ah- [ It takes a second of confusion for Asahi to realize that trying to maneuver when they're so thoroughly entangled is what's causing the problem. It's-- awkward, but somehow not in the way that Asahi is used to. It's.. not a bad kind of awkward, not when he's so close to Ukai, a touch breathless from the feel of warm hands on him and Ukai's wicked mouth up against his skin. Laughter bubbles up, unbidden, from somewhere in him. ] Sorry- I'm just- [ Eager-- but Asahi doesn't say it, because that much has to be obvious. It's sitting light, like a bubble in his chest, speeding through him, like his humming heartbeat, and its so obvious to Asahi-- but maybe... Ukai wouldn't mind hearing it straight from the source? ] Eager.
[ He tries for his shirt again, this time navigating around Ukai's arm and reaching behind himself, his fingers brushing against the hand Ukai has pressed to his back before catching the hem of his bunched up shirt. Pulling it over his head messes up his bun, as it usually does, but he's not exactly worried about it. ]
[ there's a moment of relief as that hand is raised for the sake of shirt removal, knowing it could've potentially brought around a much more awkward situation. ukai only manages to drop his hand away from asahi's shoulder before the attempts to get his shirt off begin and he opens his mouth to say something about it only to end up muffling a quiet laugh against his neck before he raises his head, clearing a little more space between them for asahi to get his shirt off with less trouble.
the misstep is a pleasant kind of awkward, the kind where they can both laugh at the situation because it's ridiculous and it comes from something they're both feeling in that moment. that eagerness doesn't stop with asahi. the look on ukai's face, amusement aside, is clearly an eager one as well - though his own eagerness is for the skin that he's about to gain access to with the removal of that shirt. ]
I know the feeling. [ it's said with a grin as the last attempt for the shirt is made and he lowers his eyes, watching as skin is exposed with the pull of material up and over asahi's head. once it's off and ukai doesn't have anything to keep his hand from wandering wherever it wants along asahi's back, he pushes his palm up, dragging fingertips between his shoulder blades before sliding them back down along his spine, a little quicker this time. ]
Is it bad- [ ukai starts speaking as he tilts his head in again, lips trailing against asahi's collarbone and then lower, ghosting over the light remains from the first mark he left and still has no memory of. he presses a kiss to it, but doesn't attempt to worry the skin with his teeth or focus much time on it at all, instead kissing a little lower. ] -that I wanna leave more than one mark? Like one here...
[ he lifts his free hand to slide his fingers down asahi's side until he reaches his hip, brushing the pad of his thumb against it to indicate the spot. then his hand trails lower, dangerously so, until his fingers are sliding high along his thigh, slipping to brush against the inside of it after a moment as he lifts his head to glance at asahi. ] And one here?
[ Asahi has only the briefest of moments for shyness-- the thought of Ukai being unimpressed with how he looks shirtless an obviously unfounded insecurity, if his wide, wandering palms are any indication. His skin feels tight under Ukai's touch, and while a part of him recognizes that as a natural reaction to the temperature difference between the room and his body-- Ukai is the one making him burn up under his attention; his calloused fingers, softer perhaps, than Asahi's own, but still obviously a volleyball player's fingers, aimlessly mapping the topography of his back.
After days of ghosting his fingers over the mark he'd originally been mortified to find, Asahi knows where Ukai's lips are without looking. That he presses a kiss to the fading bruise, light, like an apology, like that part of Asahi off limits to the biting of before as penance for not remembering it in the first place, sends Asahi's stomach into somersaults. He doesn't know what to do with his hands-- has the wild urge to pull Ukai back up and loose himself in a kiss that might convey even a little of how crazy that move made him-- but he manages to keep it to himself, leaning down to press a kiss to the tamed blonde crown of Ukai's head. ]
Of course, that's- [ Immediate, because there's nothing Ukai can ask for with his fingers ghosting over Asahi's skin that Asahi wouldn't want to allow him. He can't think too long about the shape of Ukai's thumb on him, the way the width of his hand spans the crest of his hip, until it's moving again and--
Both of his hands close on either side of Ukai, holding onto his shoulders for the support he's suddenly lost in the rest of his body when Ukai's hand joins the meat of his thigh between Asahi's legs. He can't help the way his hips stutter forward at Ukai's touch, his body reacting like a live wire, his hands tightening on Ukai's shoulders like the two are somehow related. Ukai's hand is so close and Asahi is so hard, and Ukai is offering to-- saying he wants to-- ] I- I can't think about that, or I'm going to embarrass myself.
[ for a moment, ukai wonders if maybe this is all too gentle, too caring. not that he's against taking his time regardless, but he's being careful, mindful of asahi, and he isn't sure it's really supposed to be like this. this feels like it's leaving a door open for more outside of simply being physical and, while he certainly doesn't dislike the thought of it, he knows that's probably not a possibility. this seems like it should be more physical - quick and raw and rushed or, at the very least, more to the point than this has been so far.
he can't bring himself to hold on to the thought for long, though, because the idea of suddenly pushing things along quicker than they're going seems laughable. he likes this too much, the way it almost seems like both of them are doting on one another despite obviously being turned on enough to go further, and he knows it's steadily picking up pace to come to a head soon.
besides, there's no point in pushing at things when he feels that shift of hips as his hand rests against the inside of asahi's thigh. they're at the edge, ukai knows, and he can either drag things out to make asahi a little crazier before he makes a move or he can make a move.
he chooses the latter.
lowering his gaze, ukai watches as he slides his hand back up, crawling his fingers against asahi's thigh on his way to slipping them under the waist of his pants, curling like he's about to tug them down without actually following through. he lifts his eyes again and looks up at asahi, taking some idle amusement in the way the position makes him seem even taller than usual. ] Can I?
[ he requests permission despite having little doubt of what asahi's answer will be. and while it's not what they originally came back to his place to do, he can't see either of them deciding to back off because of that. ]
[ In the future, when Asahi has run this scene over in his head until he's sure it can't possibly get him off any more-- when he's muffled the sounds of his remembering Ukai's hands at his waistband and Ukai's eyes on him, heated and promising-- he'll have room in himself to wonder what Ukai might do if he turned the tables on him. If he took control of this from the start and pulled Ukai to him right in his hallway. Dropped to his knees and promised to make a mess out of Ukai before they ever reached his bedroom, returning the favor with interest. If he'd like to see how many times Asahi could make good on that promise before he pulled him back by his hair. ]
Christ. [ Asahi hisses, like he's been punched in the gut as Ukai's fingers curl in his waistband. Overwhelmed and riding high on the small, too pleased look on Ukai's face as he looks up. He can't- he just can't keep looking at Ukai when he's asking to suck a bruise into Asahi's thigh like the thought isn't enough to make Asahi come in his fucking track pants. Leaning down, Asahi kisses Ukai again, licking into his mouth like he needs it- like maybe he can find his composure somewhere on Ukai's tongue as he pushes his hips helplessly into Ukai's hands.
The kiss doesn't last for long, it can't, because Asahi has been hard for far too long and kissing Ukai just reminds him of what Ukai wants to be doing with his mouth. He pulls away, heart pounding a thunderous rhythm against his ribcage as he slips his hands off Ukai's shoulders to trail down his arms-- there's the firm swell of muscle, and Asahi is going to have to think about Ukai's biceps straining to hold him above Asahi, or just against Asahi's hold, if he's ever able to think about anything but Ukai between his legs ever again-- to where Ukai's hands sit on his waistband. Patient. So, so patient. ]
Please, yes, I- [ Asahi gives him the go ahead, a push of his hands on Ukai's, and he's going to die if he has to feel the drag of elastic over his erection-- but it might be worth it if it meant Ukai would touch him. ] God, yes.
[ what he wants to do - what he really wants to do - is back asahi up on the couch, right off of his lap. he wants to get his pants out of the way, slide off of the couch to his knees, and nudges asahi's knees apart so he can settle on the floor between his legs. then he wants to make use of both his hand and mouth at the same time, preferably to see how quickly asahi will come from the slowest handjob while ukai leaves a brilliant bruise inside of his thigh where only the two of them will know it exists.
he won't go that far yet, but it's definitely on his mind.
the first answer he gets is enough to make what asahi wants completely clear, but ukai is happily surprised by the kiss and the way it borders on desperate. not that he's been aiming to push asahi to this point, but he likes that it's gotten him to a spot where he's willing to take without hesitation and he wonders if that will last.
asahi's approval of his request has ukai repositioning his fingers, slipping them not only inside the waist of his track pants, but also under the band of his underwear, too. he doesn't want to take any longer than he needs to now and only getting one layer out of the way just lends to teasing. so when he does pull, he tugs outward then down, aiming to free asahi's erection without the added friction along the way.
his other hand slides over from the small of his back to hook at the side of those waistbands, helping to push them down and get the last of his clothing out of the way enough for the time being. then one hand returns to asahi's back, as if he needs any help remaining in place now, and the other lifts up, fingers teasingly trailing down lower along his abdomen before ukai wraps his hand around asahi's erection, giving it a slow, testing stroke then dragging his thumb over the head. ]
[ Getting free from the confines of his pants has never felt so good, and Asahi has to wonder-- fleetingly, because he's hard and practically on top of a guy who wants to get his mouth on the inside of his thigh, he's got much better things to devote his attention to-- if it feels so good because he's been waiting so long to do it or if it feels like this because Ukai did it. He can't help the way his dick springs free when Ukai pulls his black track pants and unassuming dark blue boxer briefs over the swell of his ass and down his hips. Curved and flushed from tip to base, shamelessly pointing up between the two of them.
He'd be embarrassed, if he didn't want Ukai to touch him more than anything.
Which is why, when Ukai trails his fingers down his front in the worst kind of tease, every tendon and fiber in Asahi's abdomen drawing tight enough to snap under his touch, Asahi can barely pull enough air into his lungs for the anticipation of where those fingers will end up. It feels like if he breathes too deeply, he'll wake up, or Ukai will stop, or something will happen that will keep this from happening-- and Asahi needs it to happen. He shudders, but there is a hand at his back, keeping him steady, and he's got the briefest moment to think Ukai's got my pants around my thighs and I haven't even managed to pull his headband off when Ukai finally wraps his palm around Asahi. ]
Ah- shi- [ Biting his lips, hard, because he's got to when he's this sensitive. Ukai's hand is dry and too loose around him, just testing, but the friction is blissful after so long. He doesn't mean to, at least he doesn't think before he bucks into Ukai's hand, wetting Ukai's thumb with a spit of precum that feels dangerously close to letting himself go completely. His hands start wandering-- greedy over Ukai's chest, down his arms, around the back of his neck, anywhere to keep his mind off how quickly he could come with just this too rough, too loose, petting.
How long he's been sighing Ukai's name, almost a whine if he weren't so breathless, Asahi doesn't know. ]
[ it isn't until he's got his hand wrapped around asahi that he glances down between them, watching as he spreads that bit of precum with his thumb, not entirely able to use it to ease the movement of his hand along asahi's cock. it's only after another stroke that he gives in, lifting his hand away to raise it to his mouth and spit into his palm.
then he's lowering his hand again, wrapping it around asahi once more to move it with more ease and watching as he does. after a couple of strokes, and with the help of more precum, the movement isn't so harsh. ukai still takes his time with it, though, like he might be able to drag asahi's pleasure out the slower he goes.
he knows this won't last for an incredibly long time, that asahi's probably right at the edge as it is, but he can't help musing about using his mouth instead and it has him lifting his head to occupy his lips while his hand continues to work in a steady, increasing pace. ] My name sounds good like that.
[ specifically, ukai likes hearing it coming from asahi like it is, with a lack of worry about formalities to go along with it. and that sighing with the bucking of hips and the desperate wandering of his hands makes him want to direct asahi's hand downward again, this time to let him rub over his own erection now that he's almost uncomfortably hard.
but he occupies himself with letting his lips find asahi's neck again, resuming kisses and gentle bites in a slightly messier fashion that accompanies the way his hand is getting quicker along asahi, wanting to feel the way an orgasm wracks through him before he gives too much consideration to finding relief for himself. ]
[ Watching Ukai spit into his palm, the very same palm he puts right back on Asahi's dick, may actually haunt him. It isn't a special movement, more borne from necessity than anything else, but it gives Asahi an idea of what Ukai might do for himself in a pinch, when he's hard and impatient and just wants to get off. Maybe he's even done it here before. Maybe he will, later, hot and spit-slick and thinking of Asahi.
The pace is excruciating, slower than Asahi's ever touched himself, and his legs are trembling with it. His whole body feels unsteady with the threat of all this energy inside him coiling tighter and tighter, and they came here for something-- something that wasn't this, but he can't for the life of him remember what it is. Asahi can't think beyond the slow, wet drag of Ukai's palm around him.
When his toes start to curl, his entire body drawing taut, Asahi inadvertently presses a his thigh into the warmth between Ukai's legs, in a blind, selfish effort to get closer. ]
Ukai- I- [ I need you to stop is what he should say, because his body is literally shaking with the effort of not coming undone right there-- but it's too late, he's already caught up in the feel of teeth at his neck, biting, sucking, and it's too much for him to handle. Hips jerking forward, erratic and frantic, to take what he can from Ukai's fist, Asahi's not sure he even manages to give Ukai a proper warning, no more than a couple hitched breaths and a shuddering groan, before he's spilling all over Ukai's hand.
Remorseless in the wake of his own orgasm, Asahi has no shyness about looking between them to catch a glimpse of Ukai's hand still loosely wrapped around his oversensitive cock, white dripping down his knuckles and staining the noticeable tent in his track pants. ]
You're hard. [ Forgive him; he's still a little dazed, and just starting to get his breath back. ]
[ there's something about that trembling, the fact that it's actually noticeable, that's immensely satisfying to ukai. it's not so much that he feels like he's doing something right since he knows he could take this much quicker and easily push asahi over the edge, but the reaction is something ukai likes. he likes that he's dragging asahi to a point where he can't even think and it's obvious in the way he sounds and how he moves. and it makes him want to push this in the future, to actually get asahi to his bed and have the leisure of using more than his hand, to purposely tease until he gets back to this point again.
the way asahi moves closer is just enough to leave ukai muffling a groan against his neck. the friction is much needed and he's glad their positions keep him from really trying to gain more of it for the time being. because hearing his name from asahi shortly after that is enough of a warning that this isn't going to last much longer anyway.
it's only after a couple more strokes and continued attention lavished on his neck that he feels asahi's hips jerk against his hand, cum spilling and making a mess of his hand. his pants go unnoticed until he lowers his head, forehead resting against asahi's should as he looks down between them while he gives asahi's cock another few, slow strokes. ]
It'd be tough not to be hard like this. With you. [ ukai lifts his head at the same time he gently lets go of asahi, raising his messy hand to his lips to lick over his knuckles. ]
[ Asahi should probably feel bad that he's fucked Ukai's hand, gotten cum all over his pants, and hasn't even offered to help him out yet, but he's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he can keep himself upright without Ukai's hand steady on his back. It's not something he's entirely sure of, so he's not going to make any move to pull away from Ukai, just yet. He's got vague notions of what he'd like to offer Ukai-- something involving mouths and hands that seemed vastly more important before he'd made a mess of them both.
Its going to take a while for Asahi to realize that Ukai being hard, after touching and kissing and watching him come undone, means something. He'll need a lot longer to get over the sight of Ukai licking Asahi's cum off his knuckles. ]
You're trying to kill me. [ Asahi groans, feeling somehow very fond of Ukai at the same time. He can't tear his eyes off the way Ukai's mouth opens shamelessly, catching the pearly fluid on his pink tongue. It's obscene, he thinks, and he's not the one with a rock hard dick still straining against his pants.
He's also, not above stealing Ukai's ideas, either.
Sated and starting to remember how terrible and wonderful and perfectly agonizing it feels to be teased, Asahi leans his head down to tentatively lick at the mess he's made of Ukai's hand while his own sneak their way down to Ukai's hips. He should really return the favor... ]
[ the hand he has at asahi's back never moves from its spot, half because he's not willing to let him put too much space between them right now and half because he's unsure of whether asahi will just fall back on himself without the help. he normally wouldn't question it, but the look on asahi's face is still is still just dazed enough that ukai won't take the chance of letting go even if he finds himself more willing to.
they do need to move, though, because the leg asahi is on top of is asleep thanks to the way he's got it bent and the weight on top of it. and there's nothing appealing about dealing with that pins and needles feeling of it waking up in the middle of anything that may be ahead of them.
he's very easily distracted from the immediate thought of moving by the way asahi insists on following his example, his tongue taking the place of ukai's when he lifts his head to say something in return. rather than mention moving, he finds his breath catching in his throat for a second before he lets out a long exhale. ] I'm trying to kill you? You can't see yourself...
[ because from where ukai's sitting, asahi is entirely too good to watch. his bun is still messy from the removal of his shirt, some loose hair having fallen out thanks to it. the look on his face has shifted from pleasure to something more curious with the way he licks his own cum off of ukai's hand, a sight that's going to be engraved in his thoughts for so many nights after this that ukai wonders if he's going to have trouble keeping himself together at their next practice.
it's the feeling if that hand sliding against his hips that pulls him back and his fingers press into asahi's back as he shakes his head. ] Let's move first. So it's easier to deal with my pants.
[ The way Ukai says You can't see yourself... sounds less like a compliment than a lament, and Asahi can almost believe him. Where compliments usually make Asahi uneasy and uncomfortable, he's seen what his cum on Ukai's tongue looks like, and Asahi finds himself hoping for Ukai's honesty. Asahi doesn't know what Ukai might like-- beyond the way he says Ukai's name when he's trying desperately not to cum, apparently. All he's got to go on is Ukai's word, and the way he's looking at him.
Asahi's really interested in the way Ukai's looking at him; that raw, blatant interest turning his eyes sharp and his mouth thin, like he's trying to take in the way Asahi looks, just like this.
It's a great feeling, until Ukai suggests they move-- and he realizes his dick is hanging in the wind, less impressive in all of his half-mast glory. ]
Yeah- pants. [ Meaning, his own, as he climbs off Ukai's leg, Asahi pulls his pants and underwear back up around his hips before he puts his bare ass on Ukai's couch. Maybe it wouldn't be the first time, lord knows the couch is worn enough and the smell of Ukai's particular brand of cigarette smoke is so infused into the fibers no amount of febreze is likely ever going to chase the smell away, but Asahi's not willing to risk his ass being the first-- just in case.
Besides, maybe if he puts himself away, his dick will get the hint and go down. ]
Do you want me to...? [ Asahi trails off in his wondering if he should help with Ukai's pants, his eyes slipping to the floor between Ukai's legs-- and isn't it funny how things always seem to come full circle?-- when he's distracted by the look on Ukai's face. That... doesn't look pleasant. ] Are you alright?
[ the comment definitely comes from a place that's more jesus christ, you don't know what you're doing to me, but it isn't something ukai elaborates on beyond the way he's looking at asahi.
of course, the suggestion to move completely ruins that and the moment asahi does what's asked, he sets off that numb feeling of thousands of needles poking away at his leg from his thigh all the way down to his foot and it reflects far too clearly on his face. he winces then shifts, the feeling increasing the more he moves. he can't call it painful - it borders a lot closer on tickling, if he's honest - but it's overwhelming enough to distract from the way asahi takes the chance to pull his pants back up as he settles against the couch.
(something that's completely pointless since ukai intends to get them off anyway.)
it's when he manages to turn, to plant the numb foot on the ground, that he looks over at asahi and he can't stop the embarrassed laugh that comes before his answer. ] I'm okay. My, uh. My leg fell asleep.
[ this is the guy you think is cooler than you, asahi.
as for bare asses on his couch, there's soon no question as to whether asahi's will be the first. after a few pats to his thigh, trying to wake his leg up a little quicker, ukai shifts back and slouches down to slide his hips forward. then he hooks his thumbs under both waistbands and his pants and are pushes down with a slight lift of his hips, the rest of the effort to get them off - completely off - coming from the way he moves his legs.
after a second, he leans forward and grabs his shirt by the back of the collar, pulling it up over his head as well to let it join the rest of his clothes on the floor. ]
[ Ok, so maybe he's not that cool right now-- but who looks cool when their leg's asleep? And Asahi will fight anyone who says Ukai doesn't look really... cute, shaking the pins and needles out of his leg like a disgruntled cat that's accidentally stepped a foot in a puddle. ]
Sorry about that. [ Laughter spills from him, shaking his shoulders as he watches Ukai struggle with his leg. Asahi is, if nothing else, continually charmed by Ukai.
That he can laugh with (really, at, but who's paying attention) Ukai after what they just did-- while he's sitting there bare chested and slightly splay legged, hair falling out of his bun-- without the slightest worry to any of it, is crazy. It's the kind of confidence he still sometimes can't conjure up around the team at large, lost in a sea of personalities and voices more boisterous than his own. How he can manage it here, now, he doesn't really want to question; lest looking too closely cause it all to unravel.
He just wants to enjoy his time with Ukai.
Which, as Ukai makes quick work of his clothing, kicking and tossing the offending garments out of the way with as little fanfare as possible, Asahi realizes he just might get to. ]
That's- [ How can he blush right now? It is the definition of unfair that he's able to blush while Ukai's sitting buck ass naked next to him on the couch, like nothing's different. ] Wow.
[ he almost expects an apology that comes along with nerves and the return of asahi's worries and he's ready to excuse it, to write it off and point out that it's his own fault his leg is numb in the first place.
the laughter makes him very happy to be wrong. that asahi remains this relaxed with him despite the dumb moments and the movement and the lull in what they've been doing makes ukai feel like he's doing something right. he's not sure what, but he wants asahi to remain this comfortable and confident around him. and he's not willing to ask about it out of fear of ruining what's settled between the two of them.
so, instead, he focuses on getting himself naked and shaking the last of the numbness out of his leg as he does, letting out a sigh once his shirt is gone as well and he's resting back against the couch again. the feeling has mostly returned to his leg by the time he looks over, taking in the sight of that blush as he reaches out, fingers hooking into the elastic keeping asahi's hair back so he can carefully pull it free. this time, he slips the elastic around his wrist, mindful of the fact that it'll need to be returned.
then, with it out of the way, he pushes his fingers into asahi's hair to drag him closer, catching his mouth in a kiss again for what feels like the first time in too long. it's messier than the lasting kiss from earlier and it doesn't stretch out for long before he's murmuring against asahi's mouth. ] Help me?
[ it's a request, a question of whether or not asahi wants to, because ukai is barely keeping his free hand off of his own erection for the time being and things won't remain that way for long. ]
[ The light tug of Ukai's fingers in Asahi's hair, followed by the familiar fall of it around his face, pulls his attention back from the naked expanse of his chest. The dip of his navel. The sharp cut of his hips diving straight down to toned thighs. Back just in time to catch Ukai rolling the elastic of Asahi's hair band around his hand to settle on his wrist. Perhaps it's a juvenile thing to feel pleased about, but something in Asahi thrills at the thought of Ukai not wearing a stitch, save Asahi's hair band.
Regardless, its the simplest thing in the world to fall back into Ukai's space, to let that hand in his hair pull him into the kiss like he might get thoughts of going elsewhere, otherwise. With the edge of his immediate release not crushing his senses under it's recklessness, Asahi can enjoy the way Ukai licks into his mouth, messy, uncomplicated, seeking the friction of Asahi's reciprocal attention. ]
Yeah, definitely. [ Asahi's agreeing against Ukai's mouth, ready and more than eager to return the favor. He wants to make him lose his mind like he'd made Asahi, wants to see what he looks like when he cums, wants to know he can have that effect on him-- even if he's not sure how exactly to go about it.
Ukai had seemed to like it when Asahi'd used his teeth on his ear... so he nips at Ukai's bottom lip, worrying it briefly between his teeth as he pushes further into Ukai's space. Very nearly chest to chest, licking at the lip he's just bitten, Asahi can see Ukai laid back and under his hands. He'd like to explore, but he's also not entirely sure what he's allowed and what might make Ukai uncomfortable. ] Do you want to lay back? So I can- [ His hands find Ukai's shoulders again, giving him a leading push-- nothing he couldn't easily ignore, if he preferred their current position. ] Touch you?
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Led by instinct and a familiarity with following direction-- especially Ukai's, although never quite like this-- Asahi barely notices his body easily responding to Ukai's prompting. His knee bumps Ukai's as he brings his leg over, but he barely notices, too busy trying not to get lost in the press of his tongue against Ukai's.
If he's honest, Asahi has never spent this much time kissing anyone before-- just kissing. No one kisses like this, like the world can wait, like the dizzying thing inside him trying to find an escape can wait; not at seventeen. Its an excruciating slow burn, like being boiled alive from the inside, and Asahi cant tell if he loves it or loathes it. He feels breathless, like he's moving too fast or maybe too slow-- but he's got a hand on Ukai, palm against the width of his shoulder, and the band of Ukai's arm around his waist, to keep him steady.
Caught up in the taste of Ukai in his mouth, and the coil of want in his belly, Asahi doesn't notice his body listing to press closer and closer against Ukai. Until he's too close. ]
Ah- [ Asahi has to break the kiss, panting as he pulls back just enough-- not an attempt to move away, but just enough to get some air. And maybe not press his dick quite so obviously to Ukai... ]
Sor- sorry. [ Quiet, small, like maybe he's apologizing for needing some oxygen in his lungs. Like maybe he's hoping Ukai didn't notice how excited he is. Like maybe he's not all that sorry about it. ]
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asahi moves in with such ease - bumping aside - that ukai briefly wonders if this is something he's got more experience with than he seems to. this being making out on couches, though he has some trouble imagining asahi to be a serial makeout kind of guy.
long makeout sessions aren't usually a thing for ukai either. not because he's entirely impatient since he outgrew that in his teenage years, but because he prefers other things. kissing elsewhere. letting hands roam. keeping less of a mind about him when he's got his tongue in someone else's mouth, though it's not something that happens very often. but it's surprisingly easy to get caught up in this with asahi, possibly because he's managing to keep his hands in check.
though the moment asahi presses against him and he feels exactly how excited he is, ukai regrets being so good about keeping his hands in decent places. and he feels like he should really regret their position because the kiss was already doing him no favors, but feeling asahi is enough to finish the job it started.
he refuses to glance down between them because he thinks that maybe keeping his eyes on asahi will keep him from looking down as well and noticing that, yes, ukai is also sporting a hard-on. that attempt is swiftly negated by the words that come out of his mouth. ]
Maybe I should've followed through on that offer to help with your clothes after all, huh? [ the bit of a teasing tone that comes with it is nearly wiped out by the way ukai's breathing isn't quite steady yet. ]
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Are you- [ going to? sits at the tip of his tongue, but he's still trying to pull himself together after kissing Ukai half to insanity, so he just doesn't have the necessary breath in his lungs. The corners of Asahi's mouth tilt upwards, and although he's had rougher kisses before, his mouth has never felt quite so sensitive. He can't help but lick his lips, chasing the sensation of his mouth against Ukai's and the electric feeling that built with every brush of his tongue. It was good-- better than good, and Asahi is already mostly in Ukai's lap. What better time to test his boundaries? ] Saying it's too late?
[ A part of him had assumed he'd get Ukai's shirt off- that they'd definitely get his shirt off, and he's not really sure they ever decided if Ukai was the only one with hickey-granting privileges, but Asahi would really not mind leaving some of his own on Ukai. If he's allowed.
The way Ukai's looking at him, Asahi has a feeling he might be allowed.
He can't stop the way his hand slips from Ukai's shoulder to find the shape of Ukai's chest through his shirt. It's safer than looking down to find out whether he's the only one straining uncomfortably against his track pants. In reality, he's not sure if he really wants to take them off, or just adjust himself, so he's not at such an awkward angle. ]
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fortunately for both of them, ukai isn't going to try to reclaim his role as coach and designated responsible adult at this moment. he doesn't question himself or his willingness because he knows how willing he is. and he feels no need to overthink anything else when asahi is just as caught up in this as he is.
that's why the question of whether it's too late gets an easy shake of his head in reply before ukai tilts his head in, pressing a slow trail of kisses along asahi's jaw as he heads in the direction of his neck while leaning into the hand trailing over his chest. ]
Nah, it's not too late. [ the answer is mumbled against asahi's skin, at the back of his jaw and right near his earlobe. ukai raises his head a bit, a slight grin settling on his face as he lets his lips brush against asahi's ear as he keeps talking, voice remaining quiet. ] But now it means we've gotta move to manage it. That's all.
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He wants it too much. The way Ukai is driving him crazy; slow, like he'd keep Asahi here in his lap all day if he could.
Asahi's hand slips from Ukai's jaw to thread into his hair, fingers catching momentarily on the ever present headband. He almost pulls it off, he thinks he might like to see Ukai with his hair wild again, but ends up distracted by the soft spikes of hair he's able to bury his fingers in. He'd never given much thought to how Ukai's hair might feel-- too preoccupied with other things to wonder what his scalp might feel like under Asahi's fingertips-- but he's strangely taken with how different it feels from his own. Slowly, just testing, Asahi fists his hand in the length of it. ] Can we start here, this time?
[ And Asahi would be embarrassed that he's implying he'd like for there to be a next time, where they could leave a trail of clothes from Ukai's front door to his bedroom- instead of maybe just right here, in a 4 foot radius, or however far they manage to fling their clothes, around them. He would be red-faced at his own presumptuousness, like kissing each other breathless is something they'll get to do more than just this once. But-- there's Ukai's left ear, pierced through with two nondescript silver hoops, and Asahi wants to run his tongue against his coach's earrings more than he wants to pick apart the meaning of his own words.
Gently, Asahi tugs at Ukai's hair, asking him to tilt his head so he nose his way down Ukai's cheek, his teeth clinking against the metal of Ukai's earrings in his eagerness. ]
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he could do this for a long, long time, honestly. it's likely it would drive asahi to a point of actually begging for more, though, so he's not considering dragging things out more than he already has. though he gets the feeling that next time, because he definitely thinks there's going to be a next time at this rate, things will be a little more rushed.
the hand in his hair feels good, even once asahi grips it. ukai's interested in this - in seeing, or feeling, the way asahi moves along with things. seeing what kind of things he goes for without prompting, taking in the types of things he likes to do and what he seems to like the most. he feels like he's taking stock for the future so there's less chance of doing things that might turn a situation like this one awkward.
somehow, though, ukai can't imagine things getting awkward between them. not when they're like this, with asahi straddling his leg and holding on to his hair while his face remains buried against the ace's neck and his hand slips down to push the hem of his shirt up so he can press his palm to asahi's back without material in the way. ] We can start here and stay here, if you want.
[ then he's easily giving in to the tug to his hair, tilting his head to better asahi's access to his ear as he lets out a quiet, pleased sigh. ]
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Once he's gotten used to the metallic tang of Ukai's earrings in his mouth, Asahi dares to nip at the lobe in-- perhaps not retaliation, so much as one might call it encouragement. Asahi likes the way Ukai uses his teeth on him; blunt, promising. Like there's something more to come, if Asahi can be patient.
( The feel of Ukai's tongue on him, pressed hot and wet to the base of Asahi's neck, makes Asahi worry maybe he can't be patient, not with this. ) ]
Yeah, [ Asahi sighs into Ukai's ear, and he's not sure if that's a yeah lets stay right here yeah, or a yeah, that feels good, keep touching me yeah. It's difficult to think with Ukai's hand under his shirt, fingers pressed like five white hot points to the small of his back. He's hyper-aware of Ukai's touch, in a way he's never been when Suga's punched his bare chest or Daichi's slapped him on the back in the training camp's communal shower. His back is not a place he'd considered particularly erotic before, but Ukai's barely touched him and suddenly he's got all these ideas of how Ukai could touch him-- if he wanted to.
Arching into Ukai's touch, Asahi is too focused on the way he's being touched to notice how far his hand has wandered. Far enough down Ukai's chest that he's dangerously close to being nowhere near his chest anymore. ]
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the answer he gets is enough to assume that asahi's fine with staying here and ukai's good with that. moving now would be more trouble than it's worth and would inevitably end in a trail of clothes to his bedroom and likely a lot of stopping along the way to end up against the walls of his hallway in their impatience. while he likes the visual it leaves him with, he prefers keeping the effort to their current spot and letting asahi's mouth continue to remain against his ear for a little longer. ]
God... [ this time, the murmur is clearly breathed out in pleasure rather than in questioning himself and his drinking as it had been while they were in the gym. the press into his touch has ukai sliding his hand higher, flattening his palm against asahi's back as he slides it up along his spine to see just how much the touch gets to him.
but he's entirely too aware of the hand sliding lower and, while he's got no problem with the direction it's moving in, he knows asahi's paying little attention to where it's heading. that's when he lifts his head slightly, mumbling against asahi's neck. ] Let me get your shirt off.
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Yeah, here, I can- [ And he's collecting that wandering hand, saved the embarrassment of realizing just where he'd been heading in his eagerness to rid himself of his shirt. Planning to reach back and tug the neck of his t-shirt over his head in one smooth movement, the way he usually does when there are fewer arms and mouths involved in his immediate personal space, Asahi knocks elbows with Ukai-- once-- twice. ]
Ah- [ It takes a second of confusion for Asahi to realize that trying to maneuver when they're so thoroughly entangled is what's causing the problem. It's-- awkward, but somehow not in the way that Asahi is used to. It's.. not a bad kind of awkward, not when he's so close to Ukai, a touch breathless from the feel of warm hands on him and Ukai's wicked mouth up against his skin. Laughter bubbles up, unbidden, from somewhere in him. ] Sorry- I'm just- [ Eager-- but Asahi doesn't say it, because that much has to be obvious. It's sitting light, like a bubble in his chest, speeding through him, like his humming heartbeat, and its so obvious to Asahi-- but maybe... Ukai wouldn't mind hearing it straight from the source? ] Eager.
[ He tries for his shirt again, this time navigating around Ukai's arm and reaching behind himself, his fingers brushing against the hand Ukai has pressed to his back before catching the hem of his bunched up shirt. Pulling it over his head messes up his bun, as it usually does, but he's not exactly worried about it. ]
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the misstep is a pleasant kind of awkward, the kind where they can both laugh at the situation because it's ridiculous and it comes from something they're both feeling in that moment. that eagerness doesn't stop with asahi. the look on ukai's face, amusement aside, is clearly an eager one as well - though his own eagerness is for the skin that he's about to gain access to with the removal of that shirt. ]
I know the feeling. [ it's said with a grin as the last attempt for the shirt is made and he lowers his eyes, watching as skin is exposed with the pull of material up and over asahi's head. once it's off and ukai doesn't have anything to keep his hand from wandering wherever it wants along asahi's back, he pushes his palm up, dragging fingertips between his shoulder blades before sliding them back down along his spine, a little quicker this time. ]
Is it bad- [ ukai starts speaking as he tilts his head in again, lips trailing against asahi's collarbone and then lower, ghosting over the light remains from the first mark he left and still has no memory of. he presses a kiss to it, but doesn't attempt to worry the skin with his teeth or focus much time on it at all, instead kissing a little lower. ] -that I wanna leave more than one mark? Like one here...
[ he lifts his free hand to slide his fingers down asahi's side until he reaches his hip, brushing the pad of his thumb against it to indicate the spot. then his hand trails lower, dangerously so, until his fingers are sliding high along his thigh, slipping to brush against the inside of it after a moment as he lifts his head to glance at asahi. ] And one here?
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After days of ghosting his fingers over the mark he'd originally been mortified to find, Asahi knows where Ukai's lips are without looking. That he presses a kiss to the fading bruise, light, like an apology, like that part of Asahi off limits to the biting of before as penance for not remembering it in the first place, sends Asahi's stomach into somersaults. He doesn't know what to do with his hands-- has the wild urge to pull Ukai back up and loose himself in a kiss that might convey even a little of how crazy that move made him-- but he manages to keep it to himself, leaning down to press a kiss to the tamed blonde crown of Ukai's head. ]
Of course, that's- [ Immediate, because there's nothing Ukai can ask for with his fingers ghosting over Asahi's skin that Asahi wouldn't want to allow him. He can't think too long about the shape of Ukai's thumb on him, the way the width of his hand spans the crest of his hip, until it's moving again and--
Both of his hands close on either side of Ukai, holding onto his shoulders for the support he's suddenly lost in the rest of his body when Ukai's hand joins the meat of his thigh between Asahi's legs. He can't help the way his hips stutter forward at Ukai's touch, his body reacting like a live wire, his hands tightening on Ukai's shoulders like the two are somehow related. Ukai's hand is so close and Asahi is so hard, and Ukai is offering to-- saying he wants to-- ] I- I can't think about that, or I'm going to embarrass myself.
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he can't bring himself to hold on to the thought for long, though, because the idea of suddenly pushing things along quicker than they're going seems laughable. he likes this too much, the way it almost seems like both of them are doting on one another despite obviously being turned on enough to go further, and he knows it's steadily picking up pace to come to a head soon.
besides, there's no point in pushing at things when he feels that shift of hips as his hand rests against the inside of asahi's thigh. they're at the edge, ukai knows, and he can either drag things out to make asahi a little crazier before he makes a move or he can make a move.
he chooses the latter.
lowering his gaze, ukai watches as he slides his hand back up, crawling his fingers against asahi's thigh on his way to slipping them under the waist of his pants, curling like he's about to tug them down without actually following through. he lifts his eyes again and looks up at asahi, taking some idle amusement in the way the position makes him seem even taller than usual. ] Can I?
[ he requests permission despite having little doubt of what asahi's answer will be. and while it's not what they originally came back to his place to do, he can't see either of them deciding to back off because of that. ]
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Christ. [ Asahi hisses, like he's been punched in the gut as Ukai's fingers curl in his waistband. Overwhelmed and riding high on the small, too pleased look on Ukai's face as he looks up. He can't- he just can't keep looking at Ukai when he's asking to suck a bruise into Asahi's thigh like the thought isn't enough to make Asahi come in his fucking track pants. Leaning down, Asahi kisses Ukai again, licking into his mouth like he needs it- like maybe he can find his composure somewhere on Ukai's tongue as he pushes his hips helplessly into Ukai's hands.
The kiss doesn't last for long, it can't, because Asahi has been hard for far too long and kissing Ukai just reminds him of what Ukai wants to be doing with his mouth. He pulls away, heart pounding a thunderous rhythm against his ribcage as he slips his hands off Ukai's shoulders to trail down his arms-- there's the firm swell of muscle, and Asahi is going to have to think about Ukai's biceps straining to hold him above Asahi, or just against Asahi's hold, if he's ever able to think about anything but Ukai between his legs ever again-- to where Ukai's hands sit on his waistband. Patient. So, so patient. ]
Please, yes, I- [ Asahi gives him the go ahead, a push of his hands on Ukai's, and he's going to die if he has to feel the drag of elastic over his erection-- but it might be worth it if it meant Ukai would touch him. ] God, yes.
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he won't go that far yet, but it's definitely on his mind.
the first answer he gets is enough to make what asahi wants completely clear, but ukai is happily surprised by the kiss and the way it borders on desperate. not that he's been aiming to push asahi to this point, but he likes that it's gotten him to a spot where he's willing to take without hesitation and he wonders if that will last.
asahi's approval of his request has ukai repositioning his fingers, slipping them not only inside the waist of his track pants, but also under the band of his underwear, too. he doesn't want to take any longer than he needs to now and only getting one layer out of the way just lends to teasing. so when he does pull, he tugs outward then down, aiming to free asahi's erection without the added friction along the way.
his other hand slides over from the small of his back to hook at the side of those waistbands, helping to push them down and get the last of his clothing out of the way enough for the time being. then one hand returns to asahi's back, as if he needs any help remaining in place now, and the other lifts up, fingers teasingly trailing down lower along his abdomen before ukai wraps his hand around asahi's erection, giving it a slow, testing stroke then dragging his thumb over the head. ]
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He'd be embarrassed, if he didn't want Ukai to touch him more than anything.
Which is why, when Ukai trails his fingers down his front in the worst kind of tease, every tendon and fiber in Asahi's abdomen drawing tight enough to snap under his touch, Asahi can barely pull enough air into his lungs for the anticipation of where those fingers will end up. It feels like if he breathes too deeply, he'll wake up, or Ukai will stop, or something will happen that will keep this from happening-- and Asahi needs it to happen. He shudders, but there is a hand at his back, keeping him steady, and he's got the briefest moment to think Ukai's got my pants around my thighs and I haven't even managed to pull his headband off when Ukai finally wraps his palm around Asahi. ]
Ah- shi- [ Biting his lips, hard, because he's got to when he's this sensitive. Ukai's hand is dry and too loose around him, just testing, but the friction is blissful after so long. He doesn't mean to, at least he doesn't think before he bucks into Ukai's hand, wetting Ukai's thumb with a spit of precum that feels dangerously close to letting himself go completely. His hands start wandering-- greedy over Ukai's chest, down his arms, around the back of his neck, anywhere to keep his mind off how quickly he could come with just this too rough, too loose, petting.
How long he's been sighing Ukai's name, almost a whine if he weren't so breathless, Asahi doesn't know. ]
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then he's lowering his hand again, wrapping it around asahi once more to move it with more ease and watching as he does. after a couple of strokes, and with the help of more precum, the movement isn't so harsh. ukai still takes his time with it, though, like he might be able to drag asahi's pleasure out the slower he goes.
he knows this won't last for an incredibly long time, that asahi's probably right at the edge as it is, but he can't help musing about using his mouth instead and it has him lifting his head to occupy his lips while his hand continues to work in a steady, increasing pace. ] My name sounds good like that.
[ specifically, ukai likes hearing it coming from asahi like it is, with a lack of worry about formalities to go along with it. and that sighing with the bucking of hips and the desperate wandering of his hands makes him want to direct asahi's hand downward again, this time to let him rub over his own erection now that he's almost uncomfortably hard.
but he occupies himself with letting his lips find asahi's neck again, resuming kisses and gentle bites in a slightly messier fashion that accompanies the way his hand is getting quicker along asahi, wanting to feel the way an orgasm wracks through him before he gives too much consideration to finding relief for himself. ]
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The pace is excruciating, slower than Asahi's ever touched himself, and his legs are trembling with it. His whole body feels unsteady with the threat of all this energy inside him coiling tighter and tighter, and they came here for something-- something that wasn't this, but he can't for the life of him remember what it is. Asahi can't think beyond the slow, wet drag of Ukai's palm around him.
When his toes start to curl, his entire body drawing taut, Asahi inadvertently presses a his thigh into the warmth between Ukai's legs, in a blind, selfish effort to get closer. ]
Ukai- I- [ I need you to stop is what he should say, because his body is literally shaking with the effort of not coming undone right there-- but it's too late, he's already caught up in the feel of teeth at his neck, biting, sucking, and it's too much for him to handle. Hips jerking forward, erratic and frantic, to take what he can from Ukai's fist, Asahi's not sure he even manages to give Ukai a proper warning, no more than a couple hitched breaths and a shuddering groan, before he's spilling all over Ukai's hand.
Remorseless in the wake of his own orgasm, Asahi has no shyness about looking between them to catch a glimpse of Ukai's hand still loosely wrapped around his oversensitive cock, white dripping down his knuckles and staining the noticeable tent in his track pants. ]
You're hard. [ Forgive him; he's still a little dazed, and just starting to get his breath back. ]
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the way asahi moves closer is just enough to leave ukai muffling a groan against his neck. the friction is much needed and he's glad their positions keep him from really trying to gain more of it for the time being. because hearing his name from asahi shortly after that is enough of a warning that this isn't going to last much longer anyway.
it's only after a couple more strokes and continued attention lavished on his neck that he feels asahi's hips jerk against his hand, cum spilling and making a mess of his hand. his pants go unnoticed until he lowers his head, forehead resting against asahi's should as he looks down between them while he gives asahi's cock another few, slow strokes. ]
It'd be tough not to be hard like this. With you. [ ukai lifts his head at the same time he gently lets go of asahi, raising his messy hand to his lips to lick over his knuckles. ]
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Its going to take a while for Asahi to realize that Ukai being hard, after touching and kissing and watching him come undone, means something. He'll need a lot longer to get over the sight of Ukai licking Asahi's cum off his knuckles. ]
You're trying to kill me. [ Asahi groans, feeling somehow very fond of Ukai at the same time. He can't tear his eyes off the way Ukai's mouth opens shamelessly, catching the pearly fluid on his pink tongue. It's obscene, he thinks, and he's not the one with a rock hard dick still straining against his pants.
He's also, not above stealing Ukai's ideas, either.
Sated and starting to remember how terrible and wonderful and perfectly agonizing it feels to be teased, Asahi leans his head down to tentatively lick at the mess he's made of Ukai's hand while his own sneak their way down to Ukai's hips. He should really return the favor... ]
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they do need to move, though, because the leg asahi is on top of is asleep thanks to the way he's got it bent and the weight on top of it. and there's nothing appealing about dealing with that pins and needles feeling of it waking up in the middle of anything that may be ahead of them.
he's very easily distracted from the immediate thought of moving by the way asahi insists on following his example, his tongue taking the place of ukai's when he lifts his head to say something in return. rather than mention moving, he finds his breath catching in his throat for a second before he lets out a long exhale. ] I'm trying to kill you? You can't see yourself...
[ because from where ukai's sitting, asahi is entirely too good to watch. his bun is still messy from the removal of his shirt, some loose hair having fallen out thanks to it. the look on his face has shifted from pleasure to something more curious with the way he licks his own cum off of ukai's hand, a sight that's going to be engraved in his thoughts for so many nights after this that ukai wonders if he's going to have trouble keeping himself together at their next practice.
it's the feeling if that hand sliding against his hips that pulls him back and his fingers press into asahi's back as he shakes his head. ] Let's move first. So it's easier to deal with my pants.
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Asahi's really interested in the way Ukai's looking at him; that raw, blatant interest turning his eyes sharp and his mouth thin, like he's trying to take in the way Asahi looks, just like this.
It's a great feeling, until Ukai suggests they move-- and he realizes his dick is hanging in the wind, less impressive in all of his half-mast glory. ]
Yeah- pants. [ Meaning, his own, as he climbs off Ukai's leg, Asahi pulls his pants and underwear back up around his hips before he puts his bare ass on Ukai's couch. Maybe it wouldn't be the first time, lord knows the couch is worn enough and the smell of Ukai's particular brand of cigarette smoke is so infused into the fibers no amount of febreze is likely ever going to chase the smell away, but Asahi's not willing to risk his ass being the first-- just in case.
Besides, maybe if he puts himself away, his dick will get the hint and go down. ]
Do you want me to...? [ Asahi trails off in his wondering if he should help with Ukai's pants, his eyes slipping to the floor between Ukai's legs-- and isn't it funny how things always seem to come full circle?-- when he's distracted by the look on Ukai's face. That... doesn't look pleasant. ] Are you alright?
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of course, the suggestion to move completely ruins that and the moment asahi does what's asked, he sets off that numb feeling of thousands of needles poking away at his leg from his thigh all the way down to his foot and it reflects far too clearly on his face. he winces then shifts, the feeling increasing the more he moves. he can't call it painful - it borders a lot closer on tickling, if he's honest - but it's overwhelming enough to distract from the way asahi takes the chance to pull his pants back up as he settles against the couch.
(something that's completely pointless since ukai intends to get them off anyway.)
it's when he manages to turn, to plant the numb foot on the ground, that he looks over at asahi and he can't stop the embarrassed laugh that comes before his answer. ] I'm okay. My, uh. My leg fell asleep.
[ this is the guy you think is cooler than you, asahi.
as for bare asses on his couch, there's soon no question as to whether asahi's will be the first. after a few pats to his thigh, trying to wake his leg up a little quicker, ukai shifts back and slouches down to slide his hips forward. then he hooks his thumbs under both waistbands and his pants and are pushes down with a slight lift of his hips, the rest of the effort to get them off - completely off - coming from the way he moves his legs.
after a second, he leans forward and grabs his shirt by the back of the collar, pulling it up over his head as well to let it join the rest of his clothes on the floor. ]
That's better.
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Sorry about that. [ Laughter spills from him, shaking his shoulders as he watches Ukai struggle with his leg. Asahi is, if nothing else, continually charmed by Ukai.
That he can laugh with (really, at, but who's paying attention) Ukai after what they just did-- while he's sitting there bare chested and slightly splay legged, hair falling out of his bun-- without the slightest worry to any of it, is crazy. It's the kind of confidence he still sometimes can't conjure up around the team at large, lost in a sea of personalities and voices more boisterous than his own. How he can manage it here, now, he doesn't really want to question; lest looking too closely cause it all to unravel.
He just wants to enjoy his time with Ukai.
Which, as Ukai makes quick work of his clothing, kicking and tossing the offending garments out of the way with as little fanfare as possible, Asahi realizes he just might get to. ]
That's- [ How can he blush right now? It is the definition of unfair that he's able to blush while Ukai's sitting buck ass naked next to him on the couch, like nothing's different. ] Wow.
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the laughter makes him very happy to be wrong. that asahi remains this relaxed with him despite the dumb moments and the movement and the lull in what they've been doing makes ukai feel like he's doing something right. he's not sure what, but he wants asahi to remain this comfortable and confident around him. and he's not willing to ask about it out of fear of ruining what's settled between the two of them.
so, instead, he focuses on getting himself naked and shaking the last of the numbness out of his leg as he does, letting out a sigh once his shirt is gone as well and he's resting back against the couch again. the feeling has mostly returned to his leg by the time he looks over, taking in the sight of that blush as he reaches out, fingers hooking into the elastic keeping asahi's hair back so he can carefully pull it free. this time, he slips the elastic around his wrist, mindful of the fact that it'll need to be returned.
then, with it out of the way, he pushes his fingers into asahi's hair to drag him closer, catching his mouth in a kiss again for what feels like the first time in too long. it's messier than the lasting kiss from earlier and it doesn't stretch out for long before he's murmuring against asahi's mouth. ] Help me?
[ it's a request, a question of whether or not asahi wants to, because ukai is barely keeping his free hand off of his own erection for the time being and things won't remain that way for long. ]
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Regardless, its the simplest thing in the world to fall back into Ukai's space, to let that hand in his hair pull him into the kiss like he might get thoughts of going elsewhere, otherwise. With the edge of his immediate release not crushing his senses under it's recklessness, Asahi can enjoy the way Ukai licks into his mouth, messy, uncomplicated, seeking the friction of Asahi's reciprocal attention. ]
Yeah, definitely. [ Asahi's agreeing against Ukai's mouth, ready and more than eager to return the favor. He wants to make him lose his mind like he'd made Asahi, wants to see what he looks like when he cums, wants to know he can have that effect on him-- even if he's not sure how exactly to go about it.
Ukai had seemed to like it when Asahi'd used his teeth on his ear... so he nips at Ukai's bottom lip, worrying it briefly between his teeth as he pushes further into Ukai's space. Very nearly chest to chest, licking at the lip he's just bitten, Asahi can see Ukai laid back and under his hands. He'd like to explore, but he's also not entirely sure what he's allowed and what might make Ukai uncomfortable. ] Do you want to lay back? So I can- [ His hands find Ukai's shoulders again, giving him a leading push-- nothing he couldn't easily ignore, if he preferred their current position. ] Touch you?
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i thought i'd replied to this and only just realized i messed up. :( i'm sorry!
no worries! we cool we cool [ thumbs up emoji! ]