#ushioi — nsfw, exhibitionism, alcohol
Oikawa never would have imagined that his night would turn out like this. Who’d have thought that he’d be riding the goddamn mechanical bull, with Ushijima right under him, keeping both of them steady as they swayed?
Oikawa never would have imagined that his night would turn out like this. Who’d have thought that he’d be riding the goddamn mechanical bull, with Ushijima right under him, keeping both of them steady as they swayed?
It started with a dare.
“I bet the two of ya can’t stay on that thing,” Atsumu had said, drawl stronger now that he was tipsy, or maybe it sounded that way because Oikawa /himself/ was tipsy.
“I bet the two of ya can’t stay on that thing,” Atsumu had said, drawl stronger now that he was tipsy, or maybe it sounded that way because Oikawa /himself/ was tipsy.
Doesn’t matter. What /matters/ is Oikawa never backs down from a challenge. And so he stood up and dragged Ushijima to the ring, determined not to fall off the bull.
He doesn’t know if it was the thrill of the dare, the alcohol in his system, or how Ushijima’s face looked in the light, but there’s a warmth settling in his stomach, and it takes him a while to recognize it as arousal.
Underneath him, Ushijima is solid and hot, even through several layers of clothes, and, god, was he always this handsome?
Oikawa is too tipsy to feel ashamed when he starts to grow hard, tipsy /enough/ to be bold and grind down on Ushijima’s wide, firm thigh.
Oikawa is too tipsy to feel ashamed when he starts to grow hard, tipsy /enough/ to be bold and grind down on Ushijima’s wide, firm thigh.
When Ushijima’s hands forgo holding on to the saddle to grip his waist, Oikawa freezes, thinking that Ushijima might push him off his thigh or something equally as horrifying.
But he doesn’t. He brings Oikawa close, close enough that Oikawa sees the heat that he feels reflected in Ushijima’s olive-green eyes.
“Is this okay?” Ushijima whispers, breath hot against Oikawa’s mouth.
“Is this okay?” Ushijima whispers, breath hot against Oikawa’s mouth.
Then Ushijima’s grinding their lengths together. Carefully, so as to look inconspicuous in front of their audience. Slowly, to make the friction from the drag of their cocks even more delicious, and, god, even through their jeans, it’s so good a shiver travels up Oikawa’s spine.
“Yeah,” Oikawa whispers back, trembling, “yeah, it is.”
So maybe they don’t fall off the bull. Maybe their teammates cheer when their setter and captain return to the table. But Oikawa thinks he might have fallen a little for the man he once considered his adversary.
(And maybe Oikawa rides something else that night, too.)
(And maybe Oikawa rides something else that night, too.)
/ Inspired by this 😮💨 I wrote this instead of working whoops sjjddj sorry for any errors!
https://twitter.com/Eu_J4c0b/status/1563311744168361984
/ HOLD ON LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS ART BY KEIO!!!!!!
https://twitter.com/kannibal/status/1564154987629780992
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