Thread by @meekswrites

LRT - All I can think about are thighs, thighs, and more thighs. So. Let's talk for a minute about thighs.

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#BokuAtsu
CW: NSFW (to be safe?), thicc boys bein’ handsy in public, thicc boys dancing, alcohol

It's no secret that Bokuto gets clingy when he's drunk.

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He's affectionate on any given day, but put a few drinks in him, and he gets outright handsy. Lips, arms, hands, legs - get within reach, and the man will fuckin’ reach and touch and not let go. No one ever minds. Not when it’s Bokuto.

Atsumu, on the other hand - well, Atsumu likes attention. He may not be into drinking as much as the others, but he loves the scent of stale beer and the stick of it on the ground when he walks to the dance floor,

the sound of loud voices and laughter climbing at peak hours of the night, the recklessness that comes with staying out past curfew after a win on game night.

And when the music thrums a heavy beat into the air, and he slides by Bokuto’s sight, maybe he doesn’t always feel like slipping out of the subsequent grip around his arm, the bright smile that softens, just a touch, when they land on Atsumu’s face.

“Tsum-Tsum!”

Atsumu hides his wince at the volume, but he can’t hide that he’s stepping a little too close just so he can feel the heat permeating from Bokuto’s chest beneath his shirt when he’s tugged close.

“Dance with me?” Bokuto asks, raising his eyebrows. His voice is husky, but not slurred. He’s only this side of tipsy, though his cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright.

And his hands are already settling on Atsumu’s waist like they belong there, pinkies dipping into the slice of exposed skin above his jeans.

It’s barely a question at this point, more like routine. Bokuto has a few drinks, Atsumu gets high on the night, and they come together on the dance floor, hidden by a press of bodies already hot and moving.

Atsumu answers the obligatory question with a grip around Bokuto’s neck to tug him forward.

And after that, it’s a familiar feeling - being chest to hot chest, slotting his leg in the space between Bokuto’s, running his nose against the sweat-slick soft skin of Bokuto’s neck just to feel him shiver.

He presses his lips to the shell of Bokuto’s ear. “Can’t ever say no to you, Bo-kun,” he says, voice low but loud enough to be heard over the din that fades around them.

And that’s all Bokuto needs.

Broad, powerful hands grip a little tighter to encircle his waist in earnest, the strength there showing just before he lightens his hold and lets his hands start to wander.

It’s crowded on the dance floor, some of the guys catcalling and whistling or yelling at them to get a room. But all those sounds keep fading away - a bare prickle of attention in the sea of Bokuto’s golden gaze.

“You look real good tonight, Tsumu” Bokuto says. He pulls back to press his forehead against Atsumu’s, and when Atsumu looks back, he takes in the closed eyes, the brush of Bokuto’s eyelashes on his cheeks.

It’s strangely delicate even as one of Bokuto’s hands slides over Atsumu’s ass. He grips there just for a moment, and Atsumu bites down on his lip before Bokuto’s calloused palm drops lower to squeeze at the meat of Atsumu’s thigh.

Then he tugs, and Atsumu moves with it, hitching his thigh higher and grinding closer.

“Yer not even lookin’,” Atsumu says, teasing.

He still has a firm grip around the back of Bokuto’s neck, fingertips digging into the skin there, hoping to leave a mark.

He slips his other hand underneath Bokuto’s shirt to feel the hard dips of his abs, pleased when Bokuto’s belly stutters with hitched breaths beneath his touch.

Bokuto’s eyes fly open at that, and he tips his head forward, lips barely grazing Atsumu’s.

“I’m always looking,” he says, voice going rough. His hands grip tighter, as if he refuses to let go, and his eyes, like his hands, don’t leave Atsumu for the rest of the night.

And Atsumu grins, sharp, and basks under the attention.

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Ok there wasn’t as much talk about thighs as I’d intended when I started this. But also, someone help. I need to step away from twt. Lol

Big thanks to @hodd2_2 for inspiring this with their GORGEOUS #bokuatsu artwork! Check out my LRT if you haven't already! 🔥