Wakatoshi has a talent for getting on Tooru nerves. Maybe that’s the reason why he finds the man so irresistible.
Tooru grunts as his back hits the wall, their mouths already colliding in a hungry, angry kiss.
The sounds of the party goes on just outside of the room, but nothing could distract him from the slick gasps as they slide tongue into mouths and bite down on lips.
“You’re an asshole,” Tooru says.”After all these years. You’re still insufferable.”
Wakatoshi ignores the jab and bends down. With a scoop and a shrug of strong shoulders, he hikes Tooru’s thighs in his grasp.
Tooru is completely off the ground, pinned between the wall and Wakatoshi’s broad chest, completely at the mercy of this annoying, insane man.
Tooru doesn’t give himself time to squeal. He unbuckles their fly with clumsy hands, biting his lips raw as Wakatoshi occupies himself with nibbling the sensitive spot just behind his ears.
He’s hard and leaking already, and Wakatoshi is the same -
the pink swollen head peeking through his semi-formal clothes, a lewd sight multiplied tenfold by his neatly pressed shirt and slacks. He's dribbling so much pre cum Tooru could lube himself up with that alone.
He fits the both of them together in his palms, jerking them off with delicious friction as every buck of Wakatoshi’s hips scrapes him against the wall.
“And you drive me crazy,” Wakatoshi growls into his mouth.
He grinds their dicks together, catches every whine Tooru makes and swallows them, silently urging Tooru to stroke faster, harder. “Ten years, and I’m still head over heels in love with you.”
Tooru wants to call his bluff.
He wants to grit his teeth and turn away and indulge in that petty, selfish part of himself. But he can’t bring himself to lie like that. All he can do is invite Wakatoshi closer, closer, until they are one.
“In me,” he says desperately, his wrists already aching from the handjob. He feels so achingly empty. “Now, now, now.”
Tooru nearly cries when Wakatoshi slides home. How long has it been since he felt this good? Wakatoshi knocks his head against Tooru’s chin in apology,
and with another hike, hooks Tooru’s knees over his shoulders.
With the new angle, everything feels - almost too much. He’s going to fall - but, he’s safe and supported. Wakatoshi feels bigger - and deeper, and “Oh fuck, wait don’t move yet ah -!”
Wakatoshi takes it as his cue to fuck. Hard. Every thrust pushes Tooru back against the wall, each bounce letting gravity sink him back down deeper, until he feels stuffed to the brim. His toes curl and he grabs at Wakatoshi’s tie,
pulling him closer for a frantic kiss as he feels his orgasm building.
It's messy, and sloppy, and exactly the kind of love between the two of them. But it's so, so good, and even as stars burst behind Tooru's eyes and warm wetness fills his ass,
Tooru cannot deny it's the best fuck he's had all year.
"I can't quit you," he whispers between the hot, harsh pants of their afterglow.
"Then give me another chance," Wakatoshi says. "Give /us/ another chance."
He lets Tooru down gently, patting the wrinkles out his shirt and buttoning up their flies like Tooru's ass isn't full of his cum. Tooru is quiet as he submits himself to the fussing.
"Alright," he says suddenly, voice still full of hesitation. " One more try."
Wakatoshi doesn't say anything, but his joy is so strong, so palpable, that it looks as if the sun is shining its glow through his pores. He scoops Tooru's hand in his own and together, they walk back out into the party, joined once more.
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The bell at the door rings as a customer enters and Akaashi doesn’t have to look up to know that it’s Bokuto that just came in.
“Good morning, Bokuto-san,” he says in a measured voice as he decants chocolate syrup into a squeezy bottle. He tries his hardest not to show just how much he’s vibrating with excitement, but it’s not like Bokuto will notice anyway. “The usual?”
He finally glances up and sees,
in all his glory, Bokuto with his sweaty, tousled hair, fitted tracksuit, and beaming smile.
“Hey, hey Akaashi!” Akaashi can’t help but let his eyes be drawn to the brightness of that grin. “The usual, yes, and also that chocolate chip cookie.”
#ushioi, NSFW🔞, catboy!tooru, morning sex, ~1k words
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Early morning light filters into their bedroom and Tooru wakes up promptly at 5am.
He stretches and climbs atop of Wakatoshi, curling up into a ball on his husband's body to nap some more.
Wakatoshi holds his breath.
In the early days of their relationship, he'd be so afraid of accidentally moving and scaring the finicky cat hybrid off that he’d stay so still his muscles start to cramp. These days, he knows Tooru will always choose him, moving or not.
Wakatoshi brushes a single finger over the soft brown fur of Tooru's ear, smiling when it flicks at the touch. He pats down the unruly mop of wavy hair, rubbing the scent glands across Tooru's cheek as the cat nuzzles into his palm.
Tooru catches Wakatoshi staring at him while he was stretching one day.
“Hmm, I wonder…”
“What’s up Waka-chan?”
Wakatoshi looks away quickly. A light blush colours his cheekbones. “Nothing,” he says.
Tooru leaves him be.
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He finds out soon enough during sex.
"What the hell was that for Waka-chan?"
Tooru pulls back in amused shock, gently pushing Wakatoshi's hand off his thigh. "Why're you trying to lift my legs so high for? We're supposed to fuck, not perform at the cique du soleil."
Wakatoshi looks away, and Tooru has been with the man long enough to know he's embarrassed. "...Nothing."
Tooru pieces two and two together quickly. "It's about my flexibility, isn't it," he says. "It turns you on."
Tooru’s favourite part about his heat is just how /sensual/ it makes him feel.
He doesn’t have much of an opinion about his body. Yes, he’s a world class athlete and he takes care of himself like one.
Still, he’s more focused on feeling rather than looking good.
But when it’s that time of the year and lust curls through his bones to caress at his skin? He wants to look /hot/.
It occurs in several stages.
He’ll start by admiring himself in the mirror more often, petting his flank as his eyes trace his curves. Then, he’ll move on to touch. Lotions, oils, scrubs - he’ll indulge in anything that makes his skin soft and smooth. At the peak of his heat, he’ll be so sensitive