#BokuAka Bokuto looking so good in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, strands of hair falling across his forehead slightly from where he washed it after practice. He rests his head in Akaashi’s lap, the soft orange light warming his face, turning his white eyelashes golden.+
He stretches, the hem of his sweatshirt lifting, powerful arm folding behind his head to curve around Akaashi’s hip. He grins, sinking deeper into ease when Akaashi’s palm caresses the exposed skin of his stomach. Eyelids heavy as Akaashi’s long fingers repeatedly trace the+
line of white hair that runs down his belly to vanish beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
Bokuto looks up at him now in the same way he did at 18, always obvious in his want of Akaashi’s attention, always watching Akaashi with unbridled fascination.+
Bokuto looks up at him now in the same way he did at 18, always obvious in his want of Akaashi’s attention, always watching Akaashi with unbridled fascination.+
Yet if possible, the smile is even wider now, face even more handsome, eyes even more insistent.
It makes Akaashi’s heart ache with how at home Bokuto is here, how at ease he is laid out on Akaashi’s body,+
It makes Akaashi’s heart ache with how at home Bokuto is here, how at ease he is laid out on Akaashi’s body,+
that he finds utter contentment in having Akaashi’s fingertips trace patterns onto his skin
2023 is testing me already fuck 🥲 and I really needed softness and to be utterly self indulgent with my love of domestic timeskip BKAK 🌹🥺
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