[ that he doesn't try to put space between them says something to ukai. he doesn't feel so much like he's overstepping if asahi's just as okay with this while sober as he apparently was while they were drunk. there's still no real memory of the two of them doing much of anything, but ukai does remember being comfortable with asahi and, from what he can tell through his own memories and what they know happened, he's sure the feeling was mutual.
is mutual, maybe.
it's easier to relax as he makes note of that smile as asahi ducks his head, a grin spreading across ukai's face as he hears the positive answer a moment later.
the once over stops him from speaking up for a second and it's after asahi moves for the door that ukai finally bothers to close the space as he speaks, his tone a mix of amusement and excitement that he's making no effort to hide. ] I can't believe you just looked at me like that!
[ the doors are pulled open and it isn't until after they exit and he closes the doors to lock them that he falls into step beside asahi, a wide grin on his face as he does. ]
[ Aaaaand there goes his bravado as Ukai mentions what he did. His hands immediately fly up, palms out, as if he could catch the teasing words ringing about the exposed rafters of the gym and muffle them. He's back to his usual polite, pleading when he says, ] Shh!! Not so loud Ukai-san, please!
[ Asahi has to try very hard not to lean his head against the breezeway's beam as Ukai locks up, embarrassment quickly smothering whatever spark of wildness he'd let himself get swept up in. Sometimes, when it really counts, Asahi can tap into that part of himself- but it will be a long time before he's able to use that kind of look with any confidence. Then again, if he could get that reaction from Ukai even half of the time-- that eager widening of his eyes and his sharpened attention. Well, its enough to make him consider trying more often.
Just. Maybe not at school.
He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets as they walk-- past the fountains on the side of the gym, past the flower beds near the front of the school (A Karasuno Beautification Project, Class 2-C, so says the sign), and beyond the front gates. ]
[ ukai can't help watching the way asahi goes from calm, for the most part, and cool right back to that usual polite, slightly panicked demeanor with some amusement and a lot of amazement. it makes him wonder if asahi even realizes that his cool side actually is cool.
if not, ukai will let him know. one day. right now, he's fine with pushing the keys into his pocket and silently walking beside asahi as they walk along across the school grounds and then off of them. it's something he realizes won't happen often. asahi won't be left behind at the gym so easily by other members of the team. and he's sure daichi will be keeping something of an eye on one or both of them for a little while, if only to make sure there's no attempt at a repeat of the time.
it makes him appreciate the calm of the walk down toward the store and his place. and when he finally breaks the silence, it's with a calm, almost thoughtful remark continuing from the last thing he said. ] I didn't expect it from you, but the look was a good thing.
[ The sound of their shoes on the pavement is familiar, no different for the people in said shoes. This is the way the team usually walks home after practice, when Daichi's feeling generous and offers to buy them meatbuns. It's the way he'll likely walk home tomorrow, with Nishinoya playfully jumping on his back and Hinata using him as cover once he inevitably does something to piss Kageyama off.
Shadows are starting to stretch across the street as the sun heads for the horizon, and beside Ukai, Asahi feels like a peaceful addition to the regular sounds of life continuing on all around them. It's nice, this quiet soft of calm they can share. He wonders what they spoke about while leaning on each other on Ukai's floor, what got him shoved off the sofa in the first place, if he fell asleep before Ukai did or if it happened the other way around...
Thankfully, the sun does what it can to hide the blush that dusts Asahi's cheeks. ] You think so? [ Pulling a hand out of his jacket pocket to brush his hair back, more a habit of comfort than one of necessity. He doesn't really want to sound like he's fishing for compliments, so he follows up with the truth, ] It's scary, to act like that. Especially when you know you're around someone cooler.
[ the truth is still kind of embarrassing though... ]
[ the truth makes ukai let out a quiet laugh, not willing to let out too loud of a sound like it might somehow disturb the moment and call up more movement or noise around them. ] Being older doesn't make me cooler. I was barely on the court when I was on the team and you're the ace!
[ which he knows doesn't really count because asahi isn't going to judge anyone by their time on the court. ukai steps over, leaning in until their arms bump into one another as he lowers his voice, speaking in a playfully loud whisper as he does. ] Besides, you know why I'm your coach, right? It was all for the name.
[ when he steps back over he doesn't leave as much space between them as there was before. not that it really matters. the store is within view and, once they pass it, his place is less than a couple of minutes away. and, lucky for them, there don't seem to be any loud voices coming from the area ahead where the team tends to gather to share or eat whatever they buy if they pop into the store after practice. ]
Anyway, what I mean is get to know people before you think they're cooler than you are. [ and it's really an invitation to say asahi should get to know him before giving him that label, but he thinks that's obvious enough. ]
[ Well. That backfired spectacularly. Now Asahi has no idea what to do with this compliment Ukai's given him. He's clumsy with them at the best of times, unused to and unconvinced of their veracity, but coming from Ukai he really wants it to be more than just flattery to Karasuno's ace. It's exciting to nudge Ukai back, still gentle, but less afraid he's somehow going to hurt him by being genuine, laughing quietly at his terrible stage-whispering. He's trying for teasing, when he lightly ribs, ] And here we all thought it was because you wanted to relive your distant golden years...
[ What Asahi really wants to say is, See? That's what I mean. But he probably wouldn't be able to explain how cool it is that Ukai can take this-- teasing and awkwardness and Asahi-- all in stride. That he doesn't seem to get flustered and how he speaks his mind; plainly, like he knows just what he wants to say. Like he's not afraid he'll say the wrong thing, or be misunderstood. That kind of confidence of self is inherently cool. Not to mention that Ukai seems to simply do as he pleases- bleaching his hair, grumpily mother-henning the team even before he stepped up as their coach, singing folk songs that not even Takeda-sensei seems to know. There's still a lot more he could know about Ukai-- that he'd like to know-- but knowing what he does right now, he doesn't think his conclusion is unfounded. ]
I'd like that. [ Asahi says, because he wants to be clear. With Ukai's store behind them, the area begins to look familiar, and Asahi wonders if it's weird that he knows that. Their elbows almost touch while they walk, and it makes Asahi brave enough to dip right back into teasing, ] But to be fair, I know what you look like in an apron, and I'm still willing to stand by what I said.
[ and he knows you keep emergency febreze behind your sofa..... ]
[ that asahi doesn't so much as sputter or try to deny what ukai's said, whether he accepts the compliment or not, makes him think that maybe they're getting to a good place. one where there's more comfort and less reason for asahi to end up on edge. ukai realizes he likes hearing him laugh and he wonders if the other members of the team - the younger ones or members he's not as close to as he is suga and daichi - have ever really heard him laughing. or if they've been on the other end of his teasing, for that matter.
ukai lets out a loud laugh at the jab asahi aims at him in return for his own playful remark. ] Distant?! Are you calling me old? [ there's nothing but amusement in his voice as he asks, not even able to put on the act of being offended when it's something he's not expecting from asahi in the first place. it's good. he likes it. and he hopes that asahi continues to feel comfortable enough - or brave enough - to go back and forth with him like this.
he can't say he considers himself cool, but he does think he's an easy person to be around more often than not. he doesn't tend to overthink things too much and he can sometimes come off as gruff because of how easily he says what comes to mind, but he's never really thought of those qualities as cool since it's just the way he's become over the years. ]
Oi. [ the apron comment has him grinning and swinging his elbow out to nudge at asahi again, their proximity making it much easier than the first time. ] You know what I look like in an apron and you're coming home with me. I think that I'm allowed to question your taste.
No, of course that's not what I meant at all! [ Asahi denies, waving his hand as if to ward off the misconception between them-- but his denial is hard to believe when he's smiling like he is. Buoyed by Ukai's laughter and his easy liveliness, Asahi feels untethered by his usual worries. He's not distracted by how much space he's taking up or worried that he's going to be mistaken for a criminal by the next person walking by, not that there are too many people out right now. It makes it easier to focus on the man beside him, and how Asahi can see his teeth when he laughs, and how he walks with his hands pushed against the insides of his jacket.
It gives him the freedom to think he really likes the way Ukai wears Karasuno's jacket.
Asahi deflects Ukai's nudging, mostly out of habit-- Nishinoya throws some sharp little elbows-- but a small part of him just wants to meet Ukai halfway. ]
I know, but that's why I'm coming home with you. [ Because Ukai's place is in sight, and- well, that's what Asahi agreed to come home with him for, right? If he thinks about that retort at all he's going to apologize for being too forward. ]
Of course not. [ their talk of age seems like it should make ukai reconsider what they're doing, but the ease of the teasing and conversation in general makes it hard to worry about that yet. it, among other things, is a glaring issue and he can't bring himself to care. not while things are good and there's a feeling of freedom that accompanies asahi's relaxed smile. amusingly, despite the fact that they're talking about where they're heading, it doesn't feel like they're going to do much more than talk. there's a distinct lack of tension and ukai likes it.
they get to his door quickly enough and it's there that he pulls his hands from his pockets, producing his set of keys once more to this time unlock his front door. ]
I don't wear the apron around here, you know. [ the teasing continues even as he pulls the door open and steps inside to slip his shoes off in the entranceway, leading the way rather than ushering asahi along in front of him. ]
[ A part of Asahi is glad his twisting of Ukai's meaning of taste goes unnoticed; or maybe just unmentioned. It keeps him comfortable enough to watch Ukai as he fishes his keys out of his pocket. ( No charms hang from it, and Asahi wonders if that's Ukai's preference or just because he doesn't have any. )
Now that they're here again, Asahi finds himself absently comparing his hazy memories of Saturday night to what must be normal for Ukai. He can remember the way Ukai fumbled with his keys in the lock, boredly cursing under his breath like not being able to get it on the first try is just a side effect of enjoying his night. Following politely behind, Asahi shuts Ukai's front door before unlacing his shoes and slipping them off, setting them next to a worn pair of sandals. ]
Oh, I know that. [ Setting his bag down beside his shoes, Asahi straightens and takes stock of Ukai's entranceway. He's about two steps away from where his shirt spent the night, last time he was here. ] If I remember, you prefer clothing to be left from about here, [ Asahi gestures from Ukai's entranceway to his bedroom. ] To there. Right?
[ Its okay to tease about that now, since they're alone, right? ]
[ unmentioned rather than unnoticed because, while ukai thinks they've fallen into a good rhythm for teasing one another, he's pretty sure that returning more forward teasing will turn asahi into a tomato. and given that they're passing his front door, he doesn't want to say something that will turn things toward awkward, even if only slightly.
though whether that matters is up for debate. once the door is closed behind them and ukai's stepped forward, he turns to look back at asahi again, watching him straighten up. he can't stop the laugh that comes with hearing what's said and, now that they're alone, he doesn't hesitate to move closer again, coming close to backing asahi against the front door. ] Right. Want me to help you with that this time?
[ it's more teasing - the exact forward sort of teasing he'd avoided earlier - but he follows it by immediately raising a hand to the back of asahi's neck and pulling him in to close the couple of inches difference in their heights. the kiss he presses to the ace's lips doesn't last that long and isn't meant to get them too caught up, but it makes up for the temptation and inability to follow through on it in the gym.
when he pulls back, he grins at asahi and steps back, turning to head beyond the entrance as he talks over his shoulder. ] Want something to drink?
[ Asahi has just the briefest of moments to be pleased with himself, with judging the situation correctly and making Ukai laugh again, before he's got Ukai very close. Another step and he'd be pressed against Asahi's front, any further back and Asahi would be flush with the wall, and for a dizzying moment Asahi can see it happening; wants to happen. ]
Ah- [ And Asahi should say something cool, something that will make Ukai want to keep close and maybe even pull him closer-- but Asahi can't think of anything, let alone a come back to something like that, when he's plagued by the mental image of Ukai pulling his shirt off right here.
Thankfully, it turns out he doesn't have to say anything.
The hand on the back of his neck is warm and pulls him down with just the right kind of pressure, coaxing without being demanding. Asahi follows Ukai's lead like maybe they've done this before, or maybe Ukai is just good at this part. Getting there is half the battle, and Asahi is usually too nervous to even try-- or he makes other's too nervous to approach him. But Ukai isn't, and his mouth is dry against Asahi's, and there's nothing to be afraid of here, even with Asahi's heart beating wildly in his chest. It's just a press of lips, more a promise than a start, and Asahi doesn't have himself quite together enough to think to put his hands anywhere on Ukai's body so they can start, before Ukai is releasing his neck and pulling away. ]
Uh- [ Any moment now, his brain is going to come back online, but it would really help if Ukai would stop smiling at him like that... ]
Yes! [ Finally. Swallowing, Asahi has the fleeting thought as Ukai walks to his kitchen, that he may be in for more than he's completely bargained for. ] Just water, please!
[ it's tempting. stepping closer and closing any space left between them to just back asahi against the door and give in to his earlier thoughts and their mutual teasing is very tempting and ukai knows he could give in. it's likely that asahi would go right along with it.
and it's more tempting once his lips are against asahi's because he wants to get a reaction. he wants to know how asahi moves, if he pushes back, where his hands fall... he wants to know what kind of things he draws out of asahi.
but it can all come later. no matter how tempting things can get, ukai's still aware of how much he doesn't want to scare asahi off most of all. even if the kiss backs him off and makes him decide this isn't something he wants to try again right now, he wants to make it obvious that they can sit around and talk. they can fall back into the teasing and pushing at one another and the comfort that seems to come with it.
that's why he pulls back when he does and why he puts distance between them, heading off toward the kitchen with the intention of grabbing water for himself. the acceptance of his offer earns a nod as ukai momentarily disappears from sight to go to the fridge, listening as he does. after a few silent moments, he teasingly calls out: ]
You know you can sit down without an invitation, right? Or does the sofa give you too many hangover flashbacks for that?
[ shortly after that, he emerges from the kitchen with a couple of bottles of water to head to the couch himself. ]
[ Still rooted to the spot in Ukai's entryway, Asahi touches his mouth with his fingertips, lightly. Caught between wondering if he remembers anything similar, and thinking, so that's how he kisses, Asahi is lost in his own world until Ukai's voice startles him out of it. Luckily, Ukai can't see Asahi from the kitchen, and he quickly yanks his hand away from his mouth. ]
Oh- right. [ His words are steadier now, quiet compared to the drumming of blood in his veins. He heads over to the couch and folds himself onto it, one leg bent beneath him while the other rests on the floor. From his seat, he can see into Ukai's kitchen; pushed against the wall is the garbage he'd hung his head in, and stranded on the counter is a glass that didn't make its way into the sink.
He watches Ukai as he returns, water bottles in hand. ] How can I hold anything against your couch, when it saw me through my lowest point?
[ Licking his lips, Asahi tries to look normal, like he's thinking about anything but their kiss.
Its not like Asahi has never been kissed before. Despite the unnecessary (and frankly uncalled for) amount of trouble he seems to have dealing with people, be it on his part or theirs, Asahi has shared kisses with the few people he really wanted to. Kissing isn't new, but wanting to remember a kiss-- well, that is new. Every kiss he's had, he can remember- the good ones, and the more.. uh, unfortunate ones. And now he'll remember this one, that he's shared with Ukai. He can't tell if it feels different, special, because he's unsure if they've done it before, or if it's something else... ]
[ he still hasn't spared as much thought to that night as he probably should. even after the news of the mark he left on asahi, ukai really only wonders about it. he doesn't really wonder how it came about, but he does wonder who started things off. kissing is something he assumes happened, though it's not like he knows for sure. but, knowing himself, he can't really imagine just diving in and leaving a hickey without something else leading to that.
which may be why he's not giving it as much thought, because thinking about what may've happened isn't going to help him right now. he doesn't need the thought of roaming hands or anything else in the back of his mind. ]
I'm sure the couch appreciates that. [ he joins asahi on the couch and hands over one of the bottles of water to him, musing over how this is a familiar scene that's, thankfully, got an entirely different feel to it than the last time. there's no being sick involved. that's always a good thing in his book.
it's shortly after he takes a seat, turning to face asahi, that a look of realization passes over his face. ] If that kiss tasted like smoke, I'm sorry. I should've chewed gum or something before doing that...
[ Accepting the offered water bottle, Asahi holds the cold plastic between his palms. He watches the way Ukai moves, more of a lope now than his previous shuffle, and Asahi can fully understand the change, if Ukai's hangover was anywhere near as debilitating as his own. He's about to ask when the space between Ukai's eyebrows softens, noticeably.
It's sweet. Not the thought of Ukai popping a stick of gum in his mouth only to furiously chew away any lingering taste of the nicotine on his breath; that is definitely more funny, than cute. It's sweet that he's obviously thinking the same thoughts Asahi is; not just going over the kiss for himself, but considering what Asahi must have experienced. Maybe even wondering what Asahi thought about it? ]
Don't be. [ Asahi smiles, feeling flustered and pleased at the same time. Setting his bottle down between his thighs, Asahi fights against the heat that threatens to singe the tips of his ears. ] I want to know what your kisses taste like, normally. Besides- I- uh [ Saying it wasn't long enough to taste anything is true, but also rude. Without thinking, Asahi briefly touches his tongue to his lips, making sure nothing lingers. ] I didn't taste much.
[ he is wondering what asahi thought about it. and he's also wondering whether his sober kissing can live up to his drunk kissing since he doubts going so far as to leave a hickey was something they'd talked about while drinking and decided to try out just for the hell of it. it's a dumb thought to have considering their lack of memories of most of it anyway, but it's still something that crosses his mind.
the cap of his water bottle ends up twisted off without a real thought about it as his eyebrows arch a little at what asahi says. and a little more at what follows. given where they are, it's obvious that asahi's just as interested, but there's something about hearing it that feels almost surprising to ukai no matter how many things are said. ] Well.
[ he does take a second to take a sip of his water and recap the bottle, not wanting to end up with a tipped over bottle and a need for anyone to change pants again. ] If you wanna taste more, we can do that.
[ Asahi's heart speeds up at the invitation, as formal as it's likely going to get. It's what he wanted, what they've been heading towards this whole time, and now with Ukai not much more than an arms length away from him, it's his, if he wants it.
His hands tighten into fists against the tops of his thighs, needing an outlet for the rush of want that surges through him.
Asahi can feel Ukai's gaze on him, and for a terrifying second, he's sure he must be as transparent as glass. He must be so obvious, and oh what he wouldn't give to be able to play it cool; to know he won't make a fool of himself when both of them are most definitely going to remember it. To want only as much as is appropriate from this situation-- to even know how much that is.
What Asahi isn't quite expecting, when he finally gets the courage to pull his gaze up from his lap, is the way Ukai is looking at him. Quiet, keen, undeniably interested. Like he wants, but won't take.
It makes it easier for Asahi's hands to unclench on his thighs. Less like he's pushing his luck when he slides closer, the fabric of his pants a hush against the fabric of Ukai's couch, until they're close enough that Asahi's knee presses against Ukai's thigh, his palm reaching out to find Ukai's jaw; testing the waters. ] Is this okay?
[ there's really no appropriate amount of want for any situation. not in ukai's opinion. because he wants a lot more than he knows he'll get or allow himself to make any move for. he definitely wouldn't mind following through on his offer to leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom again, for completely different reasons than they had for it last time.
his own want is why he makes the offer, but doesn't act on it himself. he knows he could easily get closer and kiss asahi again, longer this time, and it wouldn't be a problem. as easy as it would be, he prefers the thought of taking things at whatever pace asahi wants so there's less reason for him to get caught up in worry.
that's why he stays in his spot on the couch, watching as asahi seems to gather himself and not saying a word beyond his invitation to go on.
and, in a way, that makes him anticipate what's coming even more as asahi moves closer to him on the couch. once the hand ends up against his jaw, ukai tips his head toward the touch with a smile that's a mixture of eager and amused. ] This is okay, yeah.
Everything's okay. [ because, really, what's asahi going to decide to do that might make him back off? but, since that's a little broad, he follows it with: ] Just so you don't have to ask. If anything's not okay, I'll stop you. Don't worry.
[ Don't worry. Usually Asahi dreads that phrase- because it's so much easier said than done- but watching Ukai smile at him, like he's waiting for something he knows Asahi can do, Asahi finds himself thinking, for once, maybe it really can be just as easy as it sounds. The weight of Ukai's confidence settles him, like Ukai's smooth jaw in his palm, and Asahi wants to kiss him more than he's ever wanted composure, or safety, or anything.
So he does.
Asahi leans forward and takes Ukai's mouth in a kiss that starts as little more than a gentle press of their lips, not forceful or florid enough to be remarkable-- nothing as immediately incendiary as Ukai stealing into Asahi's space and making good on the tension between them-- but it's enough to close that distance between them. He can't taste much, but he isn't exactly trying to yet. Shifting closer, inviting himself that much further into Ukai's space, Asahi tilts his head, attempting the kiss at a different angle; his technique artless and amateur at best, but incredibly honest in it's blatant selfishness. He's just trying to find what he likes about this, because he's seventeen and the press of Ukai's mouth against his is new in all the most thrilling and terrifying ways.
Asahi's fingers brush the soft flesh under Ukai's jaw, not as smooth as his cheek-- and Ukai must get lazy shaving where people aren't necessarily meant to see or touch, a private something he maybe hadn't meant to share with Asahi, but can't take back now-- and it sends a shiver of excitement through Asahi. His calloused fingers curl just enough to hook under Ukai's jaw, slight enough to be ignored; an unspoken request to come closer.
It's quiet in Ukai's apartment, and Asahi would be able to notice that if his body would just calm down for a second. If he didn't feel like every part of him was set to some frustrating low-level hum. If he weren't parting his lips just enough to catch a taste of Ukai's mouth, dry and firm with the faintest taste of something familiar-- ]
[ for once, the phrase isn't used to try to raise spirits or write something off. when ukai says it to asahi, he means it sincerely. don't worry, you won't mess up. you can't mess up. it makes him wonder if it's something he had to say that night at all. he doubts it. and he wonders if he's starting to bring around the side of asahi that comes out with alcohol - that side that seems a little more comfortable and confident in himself.
ukai isn't sure he's the person who can do that. but it's nice to think that he might be able to.
when the space is closed between them, his eyes remain open for a few seconds before he gives in and lets them slip closed. it both saves him from ending up cross-eyed and stops any staring that might back asahi off from him. or anyone, honestly, because who wants to be stared at by the person they're in the middle of kissing?
asahi is left to lead things, to explore as he likes, but ukai can't completely remain still. he does kiss back without being too demanding, lips parting slightly in case he decides to take things that far. kissing isn't new to him, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he knows what it's like to really kiss someone new for the first time. this isn't their first time, but it's close enough. and he wants asahi to settle into it on his own without the help of a demanding partner who just takes what he wants.
it's that light hook to his jaw, that feeling of almost being pulled without it really happening, that has ukai shifting from his spot. the kiss remains in asahi's hands, but ukai gives in to the request to move closer along with his want to do the same, slipping one arm around asahi's waist to pull him in even after he moves himself in. with his position on the couch, the way he's turned sideways and facing asahi, it's almost enough to drag the ace over the leg he's got folded in front of him.
but he doesn't go that far. he can feel lips parting against his own and he parts his a little more, offering but not forcing, giving asahi the green light to carry on if he wants to. ]
[ That arm around his waist gets an excited jump of Asahi's heart, not to mention the hitching of his breath, surprised but pleased-- neither of which Asahi is at all convinced he could hide from Ukai. At this distance, he's fairly certain Ukai can tell how overly warm he feels all over, how his breath comes in slight pulls, too intent on learning how to close the spaces between them to bother with troublesome matters like continuously breathing. He loves the feel of Ukai's arm around him, fingers warm through the fabric of his plain white t-shirt, pressed to the taper of his broad back.
When was the last time someone held him like this? Close, and gentle, like maybe he was the one who needed the consideration, the touch used with easily bruised things.
Asahi swallows the bright streak of fear that flares in him at the thought of how easily this could all go wrong, because something else burns brighter within him; the embers of his own excitement catching the kindling of Ukai's reciprocal want. He wants this. He wants Ukai, sturdy and impossibly magnetic, right here where Asahi can touch him. Where he can open his mouth to chase that familiar something, breathe it in, and taste with a tongue more bold than he could ever admit to being.
There-- against Ukai's mouth, is the something familiar. The part that he'd thought was a memory he'd made long ago, just from being around Ukai in practice and crammed into the little Karasuno issued van that served as their transportation to games and practices. It's the smell of Ukai, Asahi realizes. Almost like a taste Asahi could roll around in his mouth, smoke and warmth and something earthy, if only it were tangible.
He needs to find out it if is. If he slips his tongue into the welcoming warmth of Ukai's mouth, just like this, will he be able to press it to his tongue and know it? Will he come away with the taste still in his mouth, heavy and heady on his tongue?
The hand not on Ukai's jaw finds a place on his shoulder, needing the support as his body is all but pulled into Ukai's with the deepening of the kiss. ]
[ the only heart ukai can hear is his own and that's because it's hit that point of beating so loud that the sound is in his ears and he can practically feel it in his throat. it's something he feels is stupid given his experience, but he knows what it means. this is something undeniably exciting, and not because it's something that could get him in trouble. no, it's exciting because the want is mutual and it's all being laid out so plainly between them.
the way asahi wants to taste, the way he moves closer, the shortness of his breath because he's clearly so caught up in this that he's having a little bit of trouble with it. it's something ukai would chuckle at or gently tease asahi over if they weren't so involved at the moment. but all of it says that asahi's entirely taken by this, by that want to taste and feel more, and ukai can't help but have an appreciation for it because it means carrying on until asahi's had his fill.
it's the feeling of the tongue that dips into his mouth that earns a soft sound into their kiss, something ukai doesn't really mean to let slip out. it's not a moan, but rather a pleased hum, like he fully approves of and appreciates what they're doing and the fact that he can taste asahi when that tongue slips against his own.
asahi tastes almost sweet and the longer they kiss, the more ukai thinks he could easily get used to this. addicted, even, if he were given the time. it's with that realization that the kiss becomes a little more mutual rather than so led by asahi. ukai's tongue slides against asahi's in return, gently licking into his mouth to get an even better taste while the arm around him slowly tightens. once asahi is all but leaning against him, he gently pulls again, this time intending to bring him over his leg. it's an urge to rest on his knees instead as well, something that will make it easier for them to cut space. ]
[ 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. ]
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is mutual, maybe.
it's easier to relax as he makes note of that smile as asahi ducks his head, a grin spreading across ukai's face as he hears the positive answer a moment later.
the once over stops him from speaking up for a second and it's after asahi moves for the door that ukai finally bothers to close the space as he speaks, his tone a mix of amusement and excitement that he's making no effort to hide. ] I can't believe you just looked at me like that!
[ the doors are pulled open and it isn't until after they exit and he closes the doors to lock them that he falls into step beside asahi, a wide grin on his face as he does. ]
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[ Asahi has to try very hard not to lean his head against the breezeway's beam as Ukai locks up, embarrassment quickly smothering whatever spark of wildness he'd let himself get swept up in. Sometimes, when it really counts, Asahi can tap into that part of himself- but it will be a long time before he's able to use that kind of look with any confidence. Then again, if he could get that reaction from Ukai even half of the time-- that eager widening of his eyes and his sharpened attention. Well, its enough to make him consider trying more often.
Just. Maybe not at school.
He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets as they walk-- past the fountains on the side of the gym, past the flower beds near the front of the school (A Karasuno Beautification Project, Class 2-C, so says the sign), and beyond the front gates. ]
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if not, ukai will let him know. one day. right now, he's fine with pushing the keys into his pocket and silently walking beside asahi as they walk along across the school grounds and then off of them. it's something he realizes won't happen often. asahi won't be left behind at the gym so easily by other members of the team. and he's sure daichi will be keeping something of an eye on one or both of them for a little while, if only to make sure there's no attempt at a repeat of the time.
it makes him appreciate the calm of the walk down toward the store and his place. and when he finally breaks the silence, it's with a calm, almost thoughtful remark continuing from the last thing he said. ] I didn't expect it from you, but the look was a good thing.
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Shadows are starting to stretch across the street as the sun heads for the horizon, and beside Ukai, Asahi feels like a peaceful addition to the regular sounds of life continuing on all around them. It's nice, this quiet soft of calm they can share. He wonders what they spoke about while leaning on each other on Ukai's floor, what got him shoved off the sofa in the first place, if he fell asleep before Ukai did or if it happened the other way around...
Thankfully, the sun does what it can to hide the blush that dusts Asahi's cheeks. ] You think so? [ Pulling a hand out of his jacket pocket to brush his hair back, more a habit of comfort than one of necessity. He doesn't really want to sound like he's fishing for compliments, so he follows up with the truth, ] It's scary, to act like that. Especially when you know you're around someone cooler.
[ the truth is still kind of embarrassing though... ]
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[ which he knows doesn't really count because asahi isn't going to judge anyone by their time on the court. ukai steps over, leaning in until their arms bump into one another as he lowers his voice, speaking in a playfully loud whisper as he does. ] Besides, you know why I'm your coach, right? It was all for the name.
[ when he steps back over he doesn't leave as much space between them as there was before. not that it really matters. the store is within view and, once they pass it, his place is less than a couple of minutes away. and, lucky for them, there don't seem to be any loud voices coming from the area ahead where the team tends to gather to share or eat whatever they buy if they pop into the store after practice. ]
Anyway, what I mean is get to know people before you think they're cooler than you are. [ and it's really an invitation to say asahi should get to know him before giving him that label, but he thinks that's obvious enough. ]
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[ What Asahi really wants to say is, See? That's what I mean. But he probably wouldn't be able to explain how cool it is that Ukai can take this-- teasing and awkwardness and Asahi-- all in stride. That he doesn't seem to get flustered and how he speaks his mind; plainly, like he knows just what he wants to say. Like he's not afraid he'll say the wrong thing, or be misunderstood. That kind of confidence of self is inherently cool. Not to mention that Ukai seems to simply do as he pleases- bleaching his hair, grumpily mother-henning the team even before he stepped up as their coach, singing folk songs that not even Takeda-sensei seems to know. There's still a lot more he could know about Ukai-- that he'd like to know-- but knowing what he does right now, he doesn't think his conclusion is unfounded. ]
I'd like that. [ Asahi says, because he wants to be clear. With Ukai's store behind them, the area begins to look familiar, and Asahi wonders if it's weird that he knows that. Their elbows almost touch while they walk, and it makes Asahi brave enough to dip right back into teasing, ] But to be fair, I know what you look like in an apron, and I'm still willing to stand by what I said.
[ and he knows you keep emergency febreze behind your sofa..... ]
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ukai lets out a loud laugh at the jab asahi aims at him in return for his own playful remark. ] Distant?! Are you calling me old? [ there's nothing but amusement in his voice as he asks, not even able to put on the act of being offended when it's something he's not expecting from asahi in the first place. it's good. he likes it. and he hopes that asahi continues to feel comfortable enough - or brave enough - to go back and forth with him like this.
he can't say he considers himself cool, but he does think he's an easy person to be around more often than not. he doesn't tend to overthink things too much and he can sometimes come off as gruff because of how easily he says what comes to mind, but he's never really thought of those qualities as cool since it's just the way he's become over the years. ]
Oi. [ the apron comment has him grinning and swinging his elbow out to nudge at asahi again, their proximity making it much easier than the first time. ] You know what I look like in an apron and you're coming home with me. I think that I'm allowed to question your taste.
[ don't make him febreze you, too, asahi... ]
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It gives him the freedom to think he really likes the way Ukai wears Karasuno's jacket.
Asahi deflects Ukai's nudging, mostly out of habit-- Nishinoya throws some sharp little elbows-- but a small part of him just wants to meet Ukai halfway. ]
I know, but that's why I'm coming home with you. [ Because Ukai's place is in sight, and- well, that's what Asahi agreed to come home with him for, right? If he thinks about that retort at all he's going to apologize for being too forward. ]
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they get to his door quickly enough and it's there that he pulls his hands from his pockets, producing his set of keys once more to this time unlock his front door. ]
I don't wear the apron around here, you know. [ the teasing continues even as he pulls the door open and steps inside to slip his shoes off in the entranceway, leading the way rather than ushering asahi along in front of him. ]
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Now that they're here again, Asahi finds himself absently comparing his hazy memories of Saturday night to what must be normal for Ukai. He can remember the way Ukai fumbled with his keys in the lock, boredly cursing under his breath like not being able to get it on the first try is just a side effect of enjoying his night. Following politely behind, Asahi shuts Ukai's front door before unlacing his shoes and slipping them off, setting them next to a worn pair of sandals. ]
Oh, I know that. [ Setting his bag down beside his shoes, Asahi straightens and takes stock of Ukai's entranceway. He's about two steps away from where his shirt spent the night, last time he was here. ] If I remember, you prefer clothing to be left from about here, [ Asahi gestures from Ukai's entranceway to his bedroom. ] To there. Right?
[ Its okay to tease about that now, since they're alone, right? ]
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though whether that matters is up for debate. once the door is closed behind them and ukai's stepped forward, he turns to look back at asahi again, watching him straighten up. he can't stop the laugh that comes with hearing what's said and, now that they're alone, he doesn't hesitate to move closer again, coming close to backing asahi against the front door. ] Right. Want me to help you with that this time?
[ it's more teasing - the exact forward sort of teasing he'd avoided earlier - but he follows it by immediately raising a hand to the back of asahi's neck and pulling him in to close the couple of inches difference in their heights. the kiss he presses to the ace's lips doesn't last that long and isn't meant to get them too caught up, but it makes up for the temptation and inability to follow through on it in the gym.
when he pulls back, he grins at asahi and steps back, turning to head beyond the entrance as he talks over his shoulder. ] Want something to drink?
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Ah- [ And Asahi should say something cool, something that will make Ukai want to keep close and maybe even pull him closer-- but Asahi can't think of anything, let alone a come back to something like that, when he's plagued by the mental image of Ukai pulling his shirt off right here.
Thankfully, it turns out he doesn't have to say anything.
The hand on the back of his neck is warm and pulls him down with just the right kind of pressure, coaxing without being demanding. Asahi follows Ukai's lead like maybe they've done this before, or maybe Ukai is just good at this part. Getting there is half the battle, and Asahi is usually too nervous to even try-- or he makes other's too nervous to approach him. But Ukai isn't, and his mouth is dry against Asahi's, and there's nothing to be afraid of here, even with Asahi's heart beating wildly in his chest. It's just a press of lips, more a promise than a start, and Asahi doesn't have himself quite together enough to think to put his hands anywhere on Ukai's body so they can start, before Ukai is releasing his neck and pulling away. ]
Uh- [ Any moment now, his brain is going to come back online, but it would really help if Ukai would stop smiling at him like that... ]
Yes! [ Finally. Swallowing, Asahi has the fleeting thought as Ukai walks to his kitchen, that he may be in for more than he's completely bargained for. ] Just water, please!
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and it's more tempting once his lips are against asahi's because he wants to get a reaction. he wants to know how asahi moves, if he pushes back, where his hands fall... he wants to know what kind of things he draws out of asahi.
but it can all come later. no matter how tempting things can get, ukai's still aware of how much he doesn't want to scare asahi off most of all. even if the kiss backs him off and makes him decide this isn't something he wants to try again right now, he wants to make it obvious that they can sit around and talk. they can fall back into the teasing and pushing at one another and the comfort that seems to come with it.
that's why he pulls back when he does and why he puts distance between them, heading off toward the kitchen with the intention of grabbing water for himself. the acceptance of his offer earns a nod as ukai momentarily disappears from sight to go to the fridge, listening as he does. after a few silent moments, he teasingly calls out: ]
You know you can sit down without an invitation, right? Or does the sofa give you too many hangover flashbacks for that?
[ shortly after that, he emerges from the kitchen with a couple of bottles of water to head to the couch himself. ]
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Oh- right. [ His words are steadier now, quiet compared to the drumming of blood in his veins. He heads over to the couch and folds himself onto it, one leg bent beneath him while the other rests on the floor. From his seat, he can see into Ukai's kitchen; pushed against the wall is the garbage he'd hung his head in, and stranded on the counter is a glass that didn't make its way into the sink.
He watches Ukai as he returns, water bottles in hand. ] How can I hold anything against your couch, when it saw me through my lowest point?
[ Licking his lips, Asahi tries to look normal, like he's thinking about anything but their kiss.
Its not like Asahi has never been kissed before. Despite the unnecessary (and frankly uncalled for) amount of trouble he seems to have dealing with people, be it on his part or theirs, Asahi has shared kisses with the few people he really wanted to. Kissing isn't new, but wanting to remember a kiss-- well, that is new. Every kiss he's had, he can remember- the good ones, and the more.. uh, unfortunate ones. And now he'll remember this one, that he's shared with Ukai. He can't tell if it feels different, special, because he's unsure if they've done it before, or if it's something else... ]
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which may be why he's not giving it as much thought, because thinking about what may've happened isn't going to help him right now. he doesn't need the thought of roaming hands or anything else in the back of his mind. ]
I'm sure the couch appreciates that. [ he joins asahi on the couch and hands over one of the bottles of water to him, musing over how this is a familiar scene that's, thankfully, got an entirely different feel to it than the last time. there's no being sick involved. that's always a good thing in his book.
it's shortly after he takes a seat, turning to face asahi, that a look of realization passes over his face. ] If that kiss tasted like smoke, I'm sorry. I should've chewed gum or something before doing that...
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It's sweet. Not the thought of Ukai popping a stick of gum in his mouth only to furiously chew away any lingering taste of the nicotine on his breath; that is definitely more funny, than cute. It's sweet that he's obviously thinking the same thoughts Asahi is; not just going over the kiss for himself, but considering what Asahi must have experienced. Maybe even wondering what Asahi thought about it? ]
Don't be. [ Asahi smiles, feeling flustered and pleased at the same time. Setting his bottle down between his thighs, Asahi fights against the heat that threatens to singe the tips of his ears. ] I want to know what your kisses taste like, normally. Besides- I- uh [ Saying it wasn't long enough to taste anything is true, but also rude. Without thinking, Asahi briefly touches his tongue to his lips, making sure nothing lingers. ] I didn't taste much.
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the cap of his water bottle ends up twisted off without a real thought about it as his eyebrows arch a little at what asahi says. and a little more at what follows. given where they are, it's obvious that asahi's just as interested, but there's something about hearing it that feels almost surprising to ukai no matter how many things are said. ] Well.
[ he does take a second to take a sip of his water and recap the bottle, not wanting to end up with a tipped over bottle and a need for anyone to change pants again. ] If you wanna taste more, we can do that.
[ which sounds a lot worse than he intends. ]
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His hands tighten into fists against the tops of his thighs, needing an outlet for the rush of want that surges through him.
Asahi can feel Ukai's gaze on him, and for a terrifying second, he's sure he must be as transparent as glass. He must be so obvious, and oh what he wouldn't give to be able to play it cool; to know he won't make a fool of himself when both of them are most definitely going to remember it. To want only as much as is appropriate from this situation-- to even know how much that is.
What Asahi isn't quite expecting, when he finally gets the courage to pull his gaze up from his lap, is the way Ukai is looking at him. Quiet, keen, undeniably interested. Like he wants, but won't take.
It makes it easier for Asahi's hands to unclench on his thighs. Less like he's pushing his luck when he slides closer, the fabric of his pants a hush against the fabric of Ukai's couch, until they're close enough that Asahi's knee presses against Ukai's thigh, his palm reaching out to find Ukai's jaw; testing the waters. ] Is this okay?
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his own want is why he makes the offer, but doesn't act on it himself. he knows he could easily get closer and kiss asahi again, longer this time, and it wouldn't be a problem. as easy as it would be, he prefers the thought of taking things at whatever pace asahi wants so there's less reason for him to get caught up in worry.
that's why he stays in his spot on the couch, watching as asahi seems to gather himself and not saying a word beyond his invitation to go on.
and, in a way, that makes him anticipate what's coming even more as asahi moves closer to him on the couch. once the hand ends up against his jaw, ukai tips his head toward the touch with a smile that's a mixture of eager and amused. ] This is okay, yeah.
Everything's okay. [ because, really, what's asahi going to decide to do that might make him back off? but, since that's a little broad, he follows it with: ] Just so you don't have to ask. If anything's not okay, I'll stop you. Don't worry.
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So he does.
Asahi leans forward and takes Ukai's mouth in a kiss that starts as little more than a gentle press of their lips, not forceful or florid enough to be remarkable-- nothing as immediately incendiary as Ukai stealing into Asahi's space and making good on the tension between them-- but it's enough to close that distance between them. He can't taste much, but he isn't exactly trying to yet. Shifting closer, inviting himself that much further into Ukai's space, Asahi tilts his head, attempting the kiss at a different angle; his technique artless and amateur at best, but incredibly honest in it's blatant selfishness. He's just trying to find what he likes about this, because he's seventeen and the press of Ukai's mouth against his is new in all the most thrilling and terrifying ways.
Asahi's fingers brush the soft flesh under Ukai's jaw, not as smooth as his cheek-- and Ukai must get lazy shaving where people aren't necessarily meant to see or touch, a private something he maybe hadn't meant to share with Asahi, but can't take back now-- and it sends a shiver of excitement through Asahi. His calloused fingers curl just enough to hook under Ukai's jaw, slight enough to be ignored; an unspoken request to come closer.
It's quiet in Ukai's apartment, and Asahi would be able to notice that if his body would just calm down for a second. If he didn't feel like every part of him was set to some frustrating low-level hum. If he weren't parting his lips just enough to catch a taste of Ukai's mouth, dry and firm with the faintest taste of something familiar-- ]
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ukai isn't sure he's the person who can do that. but it's nice to think that he might be able to.
when the space is closed between them, his eyes remain open for a few seconds before he gives in and lets them slip closed. it both saves him from ending up cross-eyed and stops any staring that might back asahi off from him. or anyone, honestly, because who wants to be stared at by the person they're in the middle of kissing?
asahi is left to lead things, to explore as he likes, but ukai can't completely remain still. he does kiss back without being too demanding, lips parting slightly in case he decides to take things that far. kissing isn't new to him, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he knows what it's like to really kiss someone new for the first time. this isn't their first time, but it's close enough. and he wants asahi to settle into it on his own without the help of a demanding partner who just takes what he wants.
it's that light hook to his jaw, that feeling of almost being pulled without it really happening, that has ukai shifting from his spot. the kiss remains in asahi's hands, but ukai gives in to the request to move closer along with his want to do the same, slipping one arm around asahi's waist to pull him in even after he moves himself in. with his position on the couch, the way he's turned sideways and facing asahi, it's almost enough to drag the ace over the leg he's got folded in front of him.
but he doesn't go that far. he can feel lips parting against his own and he parts his a little more, offering but not forcing, giving asahi the green light to carry on if he wants to. ]
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When was the last time someone held him like this? Close, and gentle, like maybe he was the one who needed the consideration, the touch used with easily bruised things.
Asahi swallows the bright streak of fear that flares in him at the thought of how easily this could all go wrong, because something else burns brighter within him; the embers of his own excitement catching the kindling of Ukai's reciprocal want. He wants this. He wants Ukai, sturdy and impossibly magnetic, right here where Asahi can touch him. Where he can open his mouth to chase that familiar something, breathe it in, and taste with a tongue more bold than he could ever admit to being.
There-- against Ukai's mouth, is the something familiar. The part that he'd thought was a memory he'd made long ago, just from being around Ukai in practice and crammed into the little Karasuno issued van that served as their transportation to games and practices. It's the smell of Ukai, Asahi realizes. Almost like a taste Asahi could roll around in his mouth, smoke and warmth and something earthy, if only it were tangible.
He needs to find out it if is. If he slips his tongue into the welcoming warmth of Ukai's mouth, just like this, will he be able to press it to his tongue and know it? Will he come away with the taste still in his mouth, heavy and heady on his tongue?
The hand not on Ukai's jaw finds a place on his shoulder, needing the support as his body is all but pulled into Ukai's with the deepening of the kiss. ]
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the way asahi wants to taste, the way he moves closer, the shortness of his breath because he's clearly so caught up in this that he's having a little bit of trouble with it. it's something ukai would chuckle at or gently tease asahi over if they weren't so involved at the moment. but all of it says that asahi's entirely taken by this, by that want to taste and feel more, and ukai can't help but have an appreciation for it because it means carrying on until asahi's had his fill.
it's the feeling of the tongue that dips into his mouth that earns a soft sound into their kiss, something ukai doesn't really mean to let slip out. it's not a moan, but rather a pleased hum, like he fully approves of and appreciates what they're doing and the fact that he can taste asahi when that tongue slips against his own.
asahi tastes almost sweet and the longer they kiss, the more ukai thinks he could easily get used to this. addicted, even, if he were given the time. it's with that realization that the kiss becomes a little more mutual rather than so led by asahi. ukai's tongue slides against asahi's in return, gently licking into his mouth to get an even better taste while the arm around him slowly tightens. once asahi is all but leaning against him, he gently pulls again, this time intending to bring him over his leg. it's an urge to rest on his knees instead as well, something that will make it easier for them to cut space. ]
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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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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! ]