Thread by @UhohShouto

#daisuga //slight NSFW, morning after

Daichi awoke to the gentle pressure of fingers running along his scalp. They traced his hairline around his ear, even though his hair was too short to be tucked back. They smoothed from his forehead to the nape of his neck again and again, +

softly, slowly, without rhythm, like it was done without much thought.

It felt so nice, Daichi relaxed even further into the mattress as he drifted towards wakefulness. He sighed contentedly, nose wrinkling as his hot breath was crowded against his face.

Cracking his eyes open

so they could adjust gradually to the orangey morning light, he saw he was inches away from a bare collarbone. Heart speeding up from its lazy pace, Daichi shifted, gaze tracing the smooth, pale skin along a graceful neck, the ridge of a jawline, the curve of a cheek,

to a perfect little beauty mark at the corner of an eye. His eyes met hazel ones that were soft with sleepy affection before they nearly squinted closed on a cheeky smile.

“Morning,” Suga whispered, his hand still running lazy patterns through Daichi’s hair.

The reality of the moment dawned on Daichi with a rush of heat from his toes to the top of his head.

Last night… Last night had felt like a dream. But it wasn’t, because he could recall every detail.

He could picture Suga’s nervous grin when he’d blurted in the middle of their dinner, “The fourth date isn’t too early to ask you to stay the night, is it?” He could hear Suga’s belly laugh when Daichi had tripped over his pants in his hurry to get them off and then his yelp of

surprise when Daichi picked him up and tossed him on the bed in retaliation.

He could remember how Suga’s tongue had tasted like the mint from his ice cream and the skin beneath his jaw had smelled like a salty-sweet mix of perspiration and coconut body wash.

And he could picture the way Suga’s face—always so expressive—had tensed with discomfort, relaxed, and tensed again with pleasure as Daichi started rocking into him. The suffocating warmth of him and the pressure of his fingertips gripping at his shoulder blades

were so earth-shattering that traces of the pleasure still echoed through Daichi’s body.

More than anything, he recalled the unadulterated trust in Suga’s eyes as he said “yes” to each of Daichi’s questions, confidently, emphatically, breathlessly.

Each word of permission had been a blow to the little creature of fear in Daichi’s head—fear that he’d hurt Suga, that he was asking too much for himself—until, eventually, the ball of fear was small enough to float away on the lovely huff of Suga’s sighs.

And now Daichi was lying here, looking up at Suga from where his face had been tucked against his chest, his arm wrapped around his bare waist, having slept here and breathed him in all night and woken with him stroking his hair.

It was enough to make him beam as he replied, “Good morning.”

Suga chuckled at his smile and tugged on his arm. “Come up here.”

Complying, Daichi wiggled up the bed until they were face to face, nose to nose, almost going crosseyed at their closeness.

“Hi.” Suga kissed the tip of Daichi’s nose and breathed a laugh.

“Hi,” Daichi replied, and tilted his head slightly off the pillow to kiss Suga’s lips. It was gentle, just a barely-there brush, but Suga sighed into it and his eyes slipped closed like it was everything he needed.

When Daichi drew back, it was to lay his head back down and run his own hand through Suga’s hair, separating the tangles carefully with his fingers. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

Suga hummed, his eyes still closed. “Amazing. Like I got fucked last night by the hottest guy

I’ve ever met and then he asked to be my boyfriend and then he stayed in my bed to cuddle with me all night and let me hold onto his muscly thigh while I slept.”

Daichi snorted even as he blushed. “I mean are you sore at all?” He ran a hand lightly down the dip of Suga’s

bare waist to rest it against his hip, fingers splaying along the curve of his ass over his boxer briefs.

It was Suga’s turn to blush, apparently, which hadn’t been Daichi’s intention, but he wasn’t mad about it. Suga looked toward the ceiling as if taking inventory.

“Ehhh not too bad. If soreness was like a spiciness rating at a Thai restaurant, I’d be a 3.”

“That doesn’t really help me,” Daichi said exasperatedly.

Suga’s eyes flickered back to him, and Daichi nearly flushed preemptively from the dangerous playfulness glimmering there.

“Okay, hmm. A 3 is like, if I were to take an average dick right now it would be pretty uncomfortable, so you and that thick beast you’ve got going there is, like, /really/ not the best idea. But, a 3 also isn’t the worst, so I could probably be okay if you fucked me again

tonight, so long as you stretched me out nice and slow.” Suga smiled brightly and blinked innocently. “Is that any clearer?”

Daichi had stopped breathing somewhere around the time Suga had said the words “thick beast.” He glared at Suga and said tightly, “Yep. Thanks. Crystal.”

Suga cackled, and it was all Daichi could do to maintain his stern expression and not grin back.

“And how are you feeling?” Suga asked.

“Well, I had been feeling pretty relaxed until a second ago,” Daichi muttered a little bitterly. “It was really nice waking up to you.”

“Oh? And it’s not nice anymore?” Suga teased, wiggling closer so his hip pressed against Daichi’s groin. “Feeling a little tense?”

Sucking in a sharp breath at the little roll of Suga’s hips, Daichi warned, “Suga. You just said you’re sore. What do you think you’re doing?”

Scooting even closer so they were chest to chest and he could throw a leg over Daichi’s hip, Suga ground forward again. His hips worked up a rhythm, rolling sensuously against Daichi’s as he began kissing under Daichi’s jaw, breaths huffing unevenly through his nose in warm puffs

against Daichi’s skin. The hand that was already on Suga’s ass gripped tighter in response as Daichi tried to keep still.

His boyfriend’s responding little mewl of pleasure didn’t help.

“Suga,” Daichi repeated, his voice now a little more breathless than it was stern.

“Just because my ass is a little sore,” Suga murmured against Daichi’s throat, “doesn’t mean my dick isn’t ready to go.”

Daichi could certainly confirm that. And his own growing arousal had to be just as obvious to Suga through the thin material of his underwear.

“You’re sure?” Daichi asked, even as he let himself grind back and gasped as they caught against each other, the friction a shock of sharp pleasure.

“Yeah.”

“What… mmm… what did you have in mind?”

Suddenly, Daichi was flat on his back with Suga on top of him,

straddling him, grinding down in little circular motions. He leaned forward, capturing Daichi’s mouth in a deep probing kiss that had Daichi’s every bone singing and aching for more and his hands scrabbling for purchase in Suga’s hair.

Too quickly, Suga pulled back just enough for his hair to tickle Daichi’s forehead and his devilish smile to send a shiver of intrigue down his spine.

“I’m thinking maybe just like this. Jerking us together until we come on your chest.”

Daichi’s cock gave a mighty twitch.

He squeezed his eyes shut against the self-satisfied smirk he knew Suga would be wearing.

“What do you say, Dai? Sound okay?” Suga had leaned in close to Daichi’s ear, his voice overly breathy and sultry, but /fuck/ if it wasn’t doing the trick.

That little nickname had arisen at some point during their third make out session, and Suga—quick study that he is—figured out in a flash that it turned Daichi into a puddle. Every damn time.

“Y-yeah. That’s… yeah.”

“You always speak so eloquently when you’re like this.”

“Shut up.” Daichi glared up at where Suga was perched on his lap. But, it felt pretty weak. It was kinda difficult to glare up at someone—especially when that person was slowly, methodically humping him to full hardness. “You’ve only seen me ‘like this’ once.”

“Mm. /Twice/ now. What do you say?” Suga slid a hand up Daichi’s bare torso, a thumb skimming featherlight over Daichi’s nipple. “Think we can get to three times before noon? Four before bed time?”

Daichi bit his lip, his groan stifled into a whimper as Suga’s other hand crept

down to palm Daichi through his underwear.

“What—no answer? Am I not being ambitious enough? Daichi, you couldn’t possibly—you really think—/seven/? By the end of the day? You animal!”

“Suga, at this rate we wont finish round two by tomorrow morning,” Daichi all but growled.

His impatience overtaking him—which, if he admitted it to himself, was probably just what Suga’d had in mind—Daichi held Suga in place by his hips and bucked up, grinding against him.

Suga let out a startled sound, something between a gasp and a laugh, that hit Daichi like

a firecracker to the chest, sizzling heat out all across his skin.

“Fuck,” Suga whispered. “You make a really good point.”

“Maybe I don’t—shit, /Suga/—maybe I don’t need—oh, fuck—eloque…um, good speech after all.”

“Hmm,” Suga murmured his affirmation as he leaned forward, grinning, still shifting his hips back and forth in a way that scattered Daichi’s coherent thoughts into random, disconnected fragments.

His lips hovered over Daichi’s, close enough that they brushed together as he spoke. “Definitely not. You’re plenty persuasive as it is.”

/The end/

(they didn’t get to 7 by the end of the day but they did get to 4)

This lil thing was originally supposed to be an epilogue to my first ever dsg fic—a college AU. I wrote most of this almost a year ago and really liked it but didn’t know what to do with it. So here ya go! If you wanna read the fic it’s based off of, here: archiveofourown.org/works/34171408…

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