Thread by @novusdeusz

#BokuAka HC
Fluff, slightly suggestive

Akaashi has so many soft sweaters he wears in the colder half of the year. Some are tight and form fitting, perfectly hugging his waist and shoulders. Others are oversized and chunky, the big sleeves falling over the backs of his hands. +

The wool and cashmere complements Akaashi’s dark curls and glasses, accentuating his natural elegance. He dresses them up with plaid trousers and ankle boots, or down with Bokuto’s slightly-too-big-for-him sweatpants.+

Bokuto can’t get enough of Akaashi and the sweaters he wears. They all look so good on his husband and Bokuto loves every single one. Touching them constantly, knowing exactly how each one feels under his hands and cheek. Fingers playing with the weave of the fabric,tracing the+

cable knit patterns, stroking at the bobbly little threads.

Bokuto especially loves when the sleeves are pushed up to Akaashi’s elbows, so he can see the curve of his forearms. Or when the neckline slides off one shoulder, exposing the beautiful line of his clavicle.+

Bokuto’s even bought some for Akaashi himself. Picking his husband’s favourite colours and fits. He leaves them in their room to be discovered, grinning from the doorway as his Akaashi brings them to his face, a pleased little smile playing on his lips.+

Bokuto will hug and hold Akaashi even more than normal when he wears them. Snuggling his face into Akaashi’s shoulder, his chest, his belly. Guiding his husband into his lap so he can cuddle him close, a soft warm comfort in the autumn and winter months.+

Bokuto will feel those welcoming arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair, Akaashi fully indulging Bokuto’s desire to nuzzle his nose to the material of the sweaters.

Akaashi looks so elegant, so handsome, so at home in them. Though maybe not+

fully aware of just how good he looks and how much Bokuto delights in him wearing them.

But he’ll smile over his shoulder when he feels Bokuto reach out to stroke him again, when he feels himself predictably pulled back, Bokuto’s body wrapping+

around him, eager hands on his belly,

“This one is the best one”

Bokuto will declare, chin hooked over his shoulder and Akaashi’s lips will quirk up,

“You said that about the one I was wearing yesterday”

Bokuto will kiss the wool and say with absolute surety, +

“And!? I’m never wrong Keiji, ya’know.”

Though Bokuto does in truth have a favourite.

It's a tight ribbed dark green turtleneck. Soft, sophisticated, wrapping around the elegant line of Akaashi’s long neck perfectly. It’s ridiculously sexy in Bokuto’s eyes,+

that something with so much coverage can be so enticing.

He’ll pull Akaashi to him, chest to his back again. Running his palms across the material, paying even more attention to the plains of his husband’s body. His fingers linger,+

feeling for how Akaashi’s nipples pebble under the ghosting of Bokuto’s thumbs.

Akaashi hums with an exaggerated knowing, stilling the urge to press into the hands that hold him, turning his face to Bokuto’s cheek,

“You’re absolutely sure you don’t have a favourite?”+

Bokuto’s laugh is loud and boisterous, hands finally slipping fully under the hem,

“Well played, Keiji.”

Thank you as always lovely @photogiraffe77 💗

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