[ 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?
[ taking the elastic and actually thinking about it this time makes ukai wonder if he was the reason it was missing the last time. if he'd felt the same urge to slip his fingers through asahi's hair while drunk. or if it'd perhaps been a casualty of more heated, rushed kisses and the carelessness that tagged along with them. he's not sure it'll ever come back to him beyond flashes of that night, but it's not a bad thing to think about. not when he's got the chance to do this without any reason to forget about it.
asahi moves in close to him, almost against him again, and the answer he gets almost makes ukai sigh against his lips. he doesn't because the attention to his lip earns another one of those pleasured hums, almost directly into asahi's mouth this time. ]
Mm, I can do that. [ the push works well enough for him and ukai easily gives in to it, shifting until he can lay back against the couch. he's vaguely aware, as he does move, of the fact that he's the only one of them naked despite asahi being the first one to get off. it's something he'll remedy soon, preferably when he's not almost stretched out across his couch while allowing asahi space between his legs.
it's once he's settled into a comfortable position, one that involves propping a cushion between his back and the arm of the couch so he doesn't have to move around again in a couple of minutes, that ukai looks up at asahi again. ] I had you how I wanted you, so just move me if you need to, okay? I don't mind.
[ That hum of Ukai's makes the risk of taking the lead worth it. It certainly isn't a role Asahi normally feels comfortable stepping up to, but he likes the idea of maybe trying to, at least a little more, with Ukai. He certainly doesn't seem to mind, if the way he's easily adjusting himself, tucking a pillow behind him and laying back, waiting for Asahi to make his move, is any indication.
And god. What a view.
Situated with his knees on either side of Ukai's left leg, a similar position to before save for the likelihood of Ukai loosing feeling to his leg, Asahi has quite the view. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows he should be embarrassed. He should have some shame to spare where Ukai apparently has none; either because he's in the comfort of his own home, or because he knows just how good he looks like this. But Asahi can't help the way his eyes roam over Ukai's toned, utterly naked body. He can't help the hunger that rises in him at the sight of Ukai's naked thighs, his pleasantly shaped hipbones, his erection lying flat against his belly, it's natural deviation skewing from the dip of his navel.
Bracing his forearms on either side of Ukai's head, Asahi leans his body into Ukai's, pressing them together from groin to chest. True, he's still got his pants on, but it gives Ukai something to rub against while Asahi pushes his hands into Ukai's hair. ]
You're really hot. [ It doesn't take as much courage as he might have once thought; to say that, to coax the band holding Ukai's hair off his forehead completely out of his hair, to press his mouth earnestly to Ukai's for another kiss. ]
[ he doesn't completely see it as taking the lead either way. rather, ukai considers it letting asahi do what he's comfortable with. he could do a lot more leading himself, but he thinks it's better for both of them if he's not guiding asahi and making it look like he has expectations that need to be filled along the way. especially not when they came here for a lot less than this. there's something amusing about the fact that he hasn't managed to leave a single mark on asahi yet, but they've made it to the point of getting one another off.
ukai suspects that getting around to leaving a mark or two will be the cause of another round, though. on asahi's part, at least.
the level of embarrassment should be much higher with the way asahi is looking at him. ukai can't remember the last time anyone's looked at him like this. or if anybody ever has looked at him this way, for that matter. he doesn't know if he should contribute it to how long they've taken or asahi's age or genuine attraction or some combination of the three of them, but whatever the reason for that look, he likes it. it's the kind of thing that has him licking across his bottom lip without much thought, gaze sharp as it remains fixed on asahi's face.
once he leans in, though, and presses against him, that sharpness is gone as ukai's eyes slip shut for a second, the slight friction against bare skin enough to make him rock his hips up against asahi without a second thought. he doesn't open his eyes until fingers are slipping the band out of his hair, the compliment only earning a soft sound in response before that.
and when lips find his again, ukai easily lets his eyes close once more in favor of wrapping an arm around asahi's back while he licks into his mouth, a little more desperate than before thanks to the way he's steadily grinding his hips up to rub himself against asahi. ]
[ The band joins the rest of Ukai's clothes on the floor as Asahi sifts his fingers through the thick plush of Ukai's hair. Asahi relaxes into the shape of Ukai's body, little by little, as he gets lost in the distracting, desperate pull of Ukai's kisses. It takes too much effort to brace his weight politely above Ukai-- especially when a strong arm wraps around Asahi's back and pulls him down into the warmth of Ukai's body; an unspoken promise that he can take it. Asahi can't worry about crushing him, an ever present nagging little fear at the back of his mind, when Ukai keeps rolling his hips like that, making those quiet, pleased exhales whenever his tongue isn't busy reacquainting itself with Asahi's.
If Asahi shifted just a little, he could push their dicks together, grind against Ukai through the thin material of his track pants. He wishes he were more than half hard, so he could pull his track pants down and press them together, feel Ukai bucking up against him, bare and needy. It's unbelievable how appealing the thought is...
Maybe if he could just... ]
Ukai- [ Quiet, and Asahi doesn't know why he's almost whispering, beyond the fact that he wants to ask something that doesn't feel like it should be asked loudly. Asahi can feel his breath against the wet press of Ukai's mouth, absently moves a thumb from one of the hands gently cradling either side of Ukai's head to brush the unbleached hair by Ukai's ear. ]
Can I- [ A small bite at his bottom lip, trying for playful because Asahi's starting to understand what Ukai likes-- what makes Ukai squirm and tighten his hands in Asahi's hair. In all honestly, it's just to hide how his face must make it blindingly obvious that he really wants to do it. ] Give you a kiss mark?
[ the removal of the band from his hair earns no protest because it gives asahi an easier time of getting his fingers through his hair and ukai likes the feeling. then again, nothing asahi's done has been or is worth protesting and he almost doesn't know what to make of that. it's something ukai will wonder about later, when he's alone and he doesn't have the warm, comfortable pressure of asahi over him to rock up into or the distraction of being able to continue kissing him.
which, he finds, is actually harder to manage now that he's under asahi and he almost feels like he's the one being teased now. there's the press of hips, but hands remain incredibly far above the belt by being in his hair. maybe it's unintentional. or it could be asahi's way of getting back at him for how long their kissing lasted to begin with. ukai can't really blame him if it is.
he's slow to open his eyes again to look at asahi at the sound of his name, his head barely settling back for the sake of not crossing his eyes. ] Yeah?
[ there isn't much need to ask or prompt asahi, but the response is almost a habit. it's soon enough that he gets his response, the bite to his bottom lip enough to make ukai kiss him again before he hears the request against his lips, which curl up into a half grin over it. ]
Mhm. Give me as many as you want. [ it's not as if anyone will question him over the sight of marks, even visible ones on his neck. ]
[ It would take a lot of needling to get Asahi to admit it, but there is a degree of self-consciousness that lingers when it comes to touching Ukai. Looking is one thing, he couldn't stop himself from looking if he tried, but the courage it takes to explore Ukai's body is something Asahi has to build himself up to.
Sure, he has things he wants to do-- he's seen as much porn as any other seventeen year old boy-- but that kind of confidence comes with practice, and that's something Asahi hasn't had all that much of. Besides the few awkward fumbles in the locker room, frantic touches that only lasted as long as necessary, this is really the first time Asahi's had a chance to please another person.
After Ukai all but unraveled him in his lap, Asahi really wants to impress him. Or, at the very least, not embarrass himself with his own inexperience. ]
Remember you said that. [ Asahi's smile is probably too genuine, too unreservedly pleased, but he's too busy nipping his way past Ukai's lips and down his jaw to really care. The thought of kissing Ukai until the shape of Asahi's mouth stays bruised on his skin has Asahi rapidly growing uncomfortable in his pants again.
Freed from his bun, Asahi's hair traces along Ukai's skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses down his neck; a tickle compared to the occasional scratch of his beard. Asahi keeps the touch of his teeth against Ukai's throat random, sometimes a feint, and other times a precursor to the press of teeth and a wet, hot tongue. ]
[ to asahi's credit, the way the nerves seem to have slipped away over the time they've been on the couch is impressive enough. there's something sure about the way asahi moves and ukai likes it. then again, he'd struggle to find something he dislikes about what they've done so far. even the way asahi seems content to take his time doesn't bother ukai outside of the growing need for more friction, which will really just make things more satisfying in the end.
he lifts a hand to slide his fingers through asahi's hair just for the sake of feeling it between his fingers, not attempting to do anything to stop or guide him in his movement. ]
You're gonna try to make me regret that, aren't you? [ ukai doesn't expect an answer as teeth meet his jaw. what's meant to be a soft laugh ends up a sigh instead, obviously pleased by the attention. and as asahi moves lower, that need for friction increases with every press of lips, whether it ends with teeth or not.
his hand eventually slides to the back of asahi's neck in a conscious effort to stop himself from curling his fingers into it too hard. ] You should know-- [ ukai lets his head rest back to give asahi more access to his throat as he sucks in a breath at the feeling of teeth then tongue against his skin once more. ] --you're gonna drive me crazy like this. In a good way.
[ The way Ukai threads his fingers through Asahi's hair, exploratory, resolute, has Asahi muting the stutter of his breath against the skin bared to him. He wants to sound sure, to sound absolutely confident about leaving his mark on Ukai, but Asahi's voice catches in his throat, too easily caught up in the way Ukai's hands touch him.
Bartering for time with kisses that easily turn to more, Asahi laves attention in the not so secret space where Ukai's neck meets collarbone, just above where the collars of Ukai's usual t-shirts would easily cover; letting Ukai's sighs and squirms build up his courage. ]
No, I don't want you to regret anything. [ Asahi mumbles, a promise against the mark he's left on Ukai's skin. Propped up on a single forearm, Asahi leaves one hand buried in Ukai's hair and draws the inquiring fingertips of his other hand down. Testing the resistance of Ukai's chest. Exploring the shape of his side. Learning the work of muscle under warm skin as he shifts against Asahi. ] I liked the way your kiss mark looked on me-- [ Its thrilling to have Ukai like this, naked and willing under him. It makes Asahi uninhibited in his own honesty. ] I liked knowing that you put it there-- that's how I want to make you feel.
[ Without the waistband of Ukai's pants to keep his wandering hand in check, Asahi follows the cut of Ukai's hip, taking the push of Ukai's hips as invitation to explore between them. The coarse hair of Ukai's belly, the way his stomach stutters when Asahi's touch drags too light, the way he sounds when Asahi finally wraps a tentative hand around him... ]
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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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asahi moves in close to him, almost against him again, and the answer he gets almost makes ukai sigh against his lips. he doesn't because the attention to his lip earns another one of those pleasured hums, almost directly into asahi's mouth this time. ]
Mm, I can do that. [ the push works well enough for him and ukai easily gives in to it, shifting until he can lay back against the couch. he's vaguely aware, as he does move, of the fact that he's the only one of them naked despite asahi being the first one to get off. it's something he'll remedy soon, preferably when he's not almost stretched out across his couch while allowing asahi space between his legs.
it's once he's settled into a comfortable position, one that involves propping a cushion between his back and the arm of the couch so he doesn't have to move around again in a couple of minutes, that ukai looks up at asahi again. ] I had you how I wanted you, so just move me if you need to, okay? I don't mind.
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And god. What a view.
Situated with his knees on either side of Ukai's left leg, a similar position to before save for the likelihood of Ukai loosing feeling to his leg, Asahi has quite the view. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows he should be embarrassed. He should have some shame to spare where Ukai apparently has none; either because he's in the comfort of his own home, or because he knows just how good he looks like this. But Asahi can't help the way his eyes roam over Ukai's toned, utterly naked body. He can't help the hunger that rises in him at the sight of Ukai's naked thighs, his pleasantly shaped hipbones, his erection lying flat against his belly, it's natural deviation skewing from the dip of his navel.
Bracing his forearms on either side of Ukai's head, Asahi leans his body into Ukai's, pressing them together from groin to chest. True, he's still got his pants on, but it gives Ukai something to rub against while Asahi pushes his hands into Ukai's hair. ]
You're really hot. [ It doesn't take as much courage as he might have once thought; to say that, to coax the band holding Ukai's hair off his forehead completely out of his hair, to press his mouth earnestly to Ukai's for another kiss. ]
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ukai suspects that getting around to leaving a mark or two will be the cause of another round, though. on asahi's part, at least.
the level of embarrassment should be much higher with the way asahi is looking at him. ukai can't remember the last time anyone's looked at him like this. or if anybody ever has looked at him this way, for that matter. he doesn't know if he should contribute it to how long they've taken or asahi's age or genuine attraction or some combination of the three of them, but whatever the reason for that look, he likes it. it's the kind of thing that has him licking across his bottom lip without much thought, gaze sharp as it remains fixed on asahi's face.
once he leans in, though, and presses against him, that sharpness is gone as ukai's eyes slip shut for a second, the slight friction against bare skin enough to make him rock his hips up against asahi without a second thought. he doesn't open his eyes until fingers are slipping the band out of his hair, the compliment only earning a soft sound in response before that.
and when lips find his again, ukai easily lets his eyes close once more in favor of wrapping an arm around asahi's back while he licks into his mouth, a little more desperate than before thanks to the way he's steadily grinding his hips up to rub himself against asahi. ]
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If Asahi shifted just a little, he could push their dicks together, grind against Ukai through the thin material of his track pants. He wishes he were more than half hard, so he could pull his track pants down and press them together, feel Ukai bucking up against him, bare and needy. It's unbelievable how appealing the thought is...
Maybe if he could just... ]
Ukai- [ Quiet, and Asahi doesn't know why he's almost whispering, beyond the fact that he wants to ask something that doesn't feel like it should be asked loudly. Asahi can feel his breath against the wet press of Ukai's mouth, absently moves a thumb from one of the hands gently cradling either side of Ukai's head to brush the unbleached hair by Ukai's ear. ]
Can I- [ A small bite at his bottom lip, trying for playful because Asahi's starting to understand what Ukai likes-- what makes Ukai squirm and tighten his hands in Asahi's hair. In all honestly, it's just to hide how his face must make it blindingly obvious that he really wants to do it. ] Give you a kiss mark?
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which, he finds, is actually harder to manage now that he's under asahi and he almost feels like he's the one being teased now. there's the press of hips, but hands remain incredibly far above the belt by being in his hair. maybe it's unintentional. or it could be asahi's way of getting back at him for how long their kissing lasted to begin with. ukai can't really blame him if it is.
he's slow to open his eyes again to look at asahi at the sound of his name, his head barely settling back for the sake of not crossing his eyes. ] Yeah?
[ there isn't much need to ask or prompt asahi, but the response is almost a habit. it's soon enough that he gets his response, the bite to his bottom lip enough to make ukai kiss him again before he hears the request against his lips, which curl up into a half grin over it. ]
Mhm. Give me as many as you want. [ it's not as if anyone will question him over the sight of marks, even visible ones on his neck. ]
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Sure, he has things he wants to do-- he's seen as much porn as any other seventeen year old boy-- but that kind of confidence comes with practice, and that's something Asahi hasn't had all that much of. Besides the few awkward fumbles in the locker room, frantic touches that only lasted as long as necessary, this is really the first time Asahi's had a chance to please another person.
After Ukai all but unraveled him in his lap, Asahi really wants to impress him. Or, at the very least, not embarrass himself with his own inexperience. ]
Remember you said that. [ Asahi's smile is probably too genuine, too unreservedly pleased, but he's too busy nipping his way past Ukai's lips and down his jaw to really care. The thought of kissing Ukai until the shape of Asahi's mouth stays bruised on his skin has Asahi rapidly growing uncomfortable in his pants again.
Freed from his bun, Asahi's hair traces along Ukai's skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses down his neck; a tickle compared to the occasional scratch of his beard. Asahi keeps the touch of his teeth against Ukai's throat random, sometimes a feint, and other times a precursor to the press of teeth and a wet, hot tongue. ]
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he lifts a hand to slide his fingers through asahi's hair just for the sake of feeling it between his fingers, not attempting to do anything to stop or guide him in his movement. ]
You're gonna try to make me regret that, aren't you? [ ukai doesn't expect an answer as teeth meet his jaw. what's meant to be a soft laugh ends up a sigh instead, obviously pleased by the attention. and as asahi moves lower, that need for friction increases with every press of lips, whether it ends with teeth or not.
his hand eventually slides to the back of asahi's neck in a conscious effort to stop himself from curling his fingers into it too hard. ] You should know-- [ ukai lets his head rest back to give asahi more access to his throat as he sucks in a breath at the feeling of teeth then tongue against his skin once more. ] --you're gonna drive me crazy like this. In a good way.
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Bartering for time with kisses that easily turn to more, Asahi laves attention in the not so secret space where Ukai's neck meets collarbone, just above where the collars of Ukai's usual t-shirts would easily cover; letting Ukai's sighs and squirms build up his courage. ]
No, I don't want you to regret anything. [ Asahi mumbles, a promise against the mark he's left on Ukai's skin. Propped up on a single forearm, Asahi leaves one hand buried in Ukai's hair and draws the inquiring fingertips of his other hand down. Testing the resistance of Ukai's chest. Exploring the shape of his side. Learning the work of muscle under warm skin as he shifts against Asahi. ] I liked the way your kiss mark looked on me-- [ Its thrilling to have Ukai like this, naked and willing under him. It makes Asahi uninhibited in his own honesty. ] I liked knowing that you put it there-- that's how I want to make you feel.
[ Without the waistband of Ukai's pants to keep his wandering hand in check, Asahi follows the cut of Ukai's hip, taking the push of Ukai's hips as invitation to explore between them. The coarse hair of Ukai's belly, the way his stomach stutters when Asahi's touch drags too light, the way he sounds when Asahi finally wraps a tentative hand around him... ]
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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! ]