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#asanoya NSFW Asahi shy face-sitting

“Babe.”

Asahi shook his head where it was buried in the pillow above Noya’s shoulder.

“Bub.” Noya slipped his hands beneath Asahi’s shirt, soothing them up and down his back. “/Please?/“

Asahi made a sound like a drowning puppy. +

“It’ll be fucking amazing, I promise.”

“I-I… I can’t. I’ll crush you. I might /kill/ you.”

“And /god/ what a way to go. Buried alive. Two centimeters deep. My tongue, that is. In your ass.”

“Yuu,” Asahi groaned.

Noya snickered. He could practically feel the heat from

Asahi’s face radiating through the pillow.

“Asahi,” he continued, more gently this time. He swept his hands down to Asahi’s ass, palming and smoothing circles over his briefs. “I’ll be completely fine. Just use your massive thighs to hold yourself up. That’s what they’re

there for right?”

Asahi shifted on top of him, turning his head so he could breathe better. His breaths were growing a little steadier against Yuu’s temple, his heartbeat slowing back to normal where it had been pounding against Yuu’s shoulder.

“You’ve let me eat you out before,” Noya reasoned. He dipped his fingers into the cleft of Asahi’s ass to rub over his hole through the fabric, smiling to himself at his little gasp. “And I know you took a forty minute shower just in case I wanted to.

What’s so different about doing it this way?”

It took a moment for Asahi to answer. When he got anxious or embarrassed about something like this, it could take him a little while to put words to all of the complicated feelings. Noya didn’t mind.

He was kinda loving his current situation.

They’d come back from a date night and made out in the shower, and Asahi had eventually shooed him out to wait in bed while he took care of “some more things.”

Noya thought it was criminally adorable that he still didn’t like to say out loud that he was douching his ass, and even more adorable when he walked out in a pair of cotton briefs and a soft t-shirt and his hair twisted up into a towel.

And then even /more/ adorable, illegally so, really, when Asahi went wide-eyed and blushy at the sight of Noya fully naked on their bed, stroking himself idly with his other arm folded behind his head.

They made out some more—dry humped all lazy through Asahi’s underwear—and now Noya was laying here with Asahi cowering on top of him, waiting patiently for him to come around to the idea of sitting on his face.

“It’s just…”

Noya jolted slightly, brought back to attention. He’d gotten kinda lost in the meditative circles he was drawing over Asahi’s asshole. He brought his hands up to stroke through Asahi’s drying hair instead, so he could focus.

“You like taking the lead in the bedroom. And… I like you taking the lead. And if I… Um. It would kinda be like I was forcing you, wouldn’t it? Like I was just /taking/ my pleasure, w-without giving you any say.”

“/Fuck/.” When Asahi lifted his head to peek at him, confusion and hesitation clear on his flushed face, Noya tried to elaborate. “Like, I get what you’re saying, but also fuck, it would be so hot, Asahi, god.”

“But…”

“Okay, yeah.” Noya wriggled up the bed until they were face to face. “I like taking charge. But I like it because I /love/ getting to watch you fall apart. And the idea of getting to watch you fall apart while you fuck yourself on my tongue, just however feels good? Oh my god,

that gets me so hot I-I… Yeah, can’t even explain it, like I’m about to come just thinking about it.”

Asahi’s eyes widened, darting all over before they landed back on Noya’s. “Really?”

Noya lifted his hips to grind against Asahi’s belly. “See?”

Oh god.

Help.

There it was.

That bashful little smile that only happened when Asahi began to accept Noya’s obsession with him as truth. Each time he saw it, a triumphant video game jingle played in Noya’s head. /A new level of confidence unlocked!/

“Oh please, oh please, please, baby, does that mean what I hope it means?”

Asahi had to hide his face one more time in the pillow. His hair rustled as he nodded his head. “Okay.”

Which is how they ended up here: Noya flat on his back with his head propped up on a pillow and

Asahi straddling him wearing only an impressive blush and a t shirt. He’d decided to keep it on. It made him feel a little less exposed.

“H-how should I do this?”

Noya bit his lip, leering shamelessly as Asahi stroked himself.

“I’m torn. Because having your balls on my face sounds pretty fucking fantastic. But also I wanna be able to jerk you off too.” He watched Asahi twist his wrist as his stroke reached the tip of his cock. “Okay, yeah, you know what, jerking you off is a must. Ooh, and then

that way you can hold your cheeks apart and I can get at you deeper. Fuck yes, this is a great plan, turn around and sit on me that way.”

Asahi didn’t move. His hand on himself had frozen. He was bluescreening.

“Hey,” Noya cooed. His heart throbbed with a great

wave of affection. He ran his fingers up through the downy hair of Asahi’s bare thighs, soothing. He reached up with one hand. “Baby. C’mere.”

With a grateful sigh, Asahi leaned down to kiss him, lips trembling. Noya slipped his hands into his hair, holding him firmly in place,

taking control of the kiss. He sucked at Asahi’s lower lip, giving a pleased hum when Asahi opened his mouth for him.

He licked inside, delicately at first, just toying with Asahi’s tongue, and then more purposefully, giving him a taste of what he had in store for him.

Asahi melted into him with a low moan, whimpering at a tug on his hair, the tip of his cock jumping against Noya’s abdomen.

At another gentle tug, Noya broke the kiss. Asahi’s eyes were half-lidded, fogged over with want, his lips shiny and kissed bright red.

Noya licked his fingers and reached down to spread the wetness over Asahi’s cock, cursing at the weight of him in his palm.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promised, craning up to peck another kiss to Asahi’s lips. “I’ve got you. Just enjoy the ride.”

Asahi cringed at the joke.

Noya winked and giggled.

With a little bit of clumsy maneuvering and a lot of Asahi heaving great breaths to try to keep from combusting, they were finally there. Asahi straddling Noya’s shoulders, leaning forward on his hands, his feet on either side of Noya’s ears.

And Noya finally staring up at one of his favorite sights in the world, reaching out, spreading the cheeks, and letting out a low stream of fervent curses.

“God fucking damn holy fucking hell. You’ve got the prettiest hole in the world, you know that?”

"Yuu..."

“I’m dead serious.” Noya traced over it with a finger, his cock twitching as the muscle winked at the contact. “Fuck. Out of every person who’s ever had a hole, throughout the entire history of the world, this one is the prettiest. No contest.”

Noya meant it. Pretty and pink, circled with the lightest dusting of soft hair. Fuck, he could stare at it all day. He craned up, spit on it, and spread the wetness around with his thumb.

Asahi gasped, head dropping forward so his hair hung down in a curtain. Noya tapped at the hole with his finger, and bit his lip when Asahi whined.

The hunger had been a steady burn since the idea first popped into his head—the flare of a match being struck. He’d held it at bay so Asahi could be totally comfortable. But now the fuse had been lit, it was running out by the second, and Noya was about to explode.

“Okay, Asahi.” He laid back, squeezing at the plush, tense muscle of Asahi’s thighs, palming greedily over the stretch marks on his ass. “Sit down, beautiful. C’mon, c’mon.”

Asahi’s breath trembled at the pet name. “Y-you’ll tell me if you can’t breathe?”

“Sure thing, now c’mon, please.”

As Asahi’s ass was lowering, Noya had a random ridiculous vision of the sun being eclipsed by an ass-shaped moon, but his giggle was muffled before Asahi could hear it, thank goodness.

The second he got his tongue on that hole, Noya moaned.

A full-on long, deep, pornographic moan.

It was just the /vulnerability/ of it all. The way he /knew/ it was a big step for Asahi, but he trusted him enough to try.

His skin was clean and warm and soft, and Noya spread the cheeks wide open, pressed his tongue flat against his

perineum, and dragged it slow up over his hole.

“Fuuuuuuck yeah,” he groaned again, jiggling Asahi’s ass with both hands. So fucking perfect. Asahi wasn’t totally sitting on his face, more like sitting on his chin, so he could still bob his head around and rim him how he liked.

He spit on the hole again, then spread it around all sloppy with his tongue, feeling wetness leaking from own cock onto his stomach. He ran his hands up Asahi’s back beneath the shirt and down over his thighs, humming when more tension melted out of him.

His weight settled a little heavier on top him. “Just like that, beautiful. How’re you feeling?”

“G-g—/hah/.” Asahi’s hips twitched as Noya flicked rapidly over his entrance with the tip of his tongue. “It’s good,” he breathed.

“Good. Keep telling me what feels good, okay? And

don’t be afraid to go after it yourself.”

“Yeah.”

Noya got lost in it for a while. He went mindless, going wherever the wind took him, circling the hole with his tongue, flicking it quickly, slow smooth licks, pecking it with chaste kisses, or closing his lips over it to suck.

He didn’t know how long he’d been at it. Could’ve been hours. Years. Didn’t matter. All he cared about were the tiny gasps and whimpers from above him gradually melting into soft moans, and growing louder, less self-conscious, deeper in Asahi’s chest.

“Oh… ohh… /oh/—that, /yes/—mmm.”

At one point, Noya realized he’d closed his eyes because they shot open, heart pounding and cock throbbing at the feel of Asahi’s fingers atop his own, gripping at the flesh of his ass to pull his cheeks further apart.

Noya tried to fall back to Earth, so he could register what exactly he’d been doing to inspire that reaction. Oh. He’d been trying to wiggle his tongue inside. He smiled gleefully, pressing a kiss to one asscheek, then biting it.

“You want me to fuck you with my tongue, baby?”

He was 90% positive Asahi nodded, but he felt like being a little shit.

“Use your words, beautiful, I can’t see you from down here.”

Asahi squirmed, his balls heavy against Noya’s chin. “Y-yeah. Please. So long as it won’t suffocate you.”

Noya chuckled, pressing another kiss to Asahi’s hole. “It won’t.”

With Asahi holding himself open, Noya /really/ got to work. He had a purpose. He used his fingers and his tongue, summoned as much saliva as was humanly possible.

It was all over his chin, dripping down his neck, and sounded obscene when he sucked at Asahi’s hole, but it slicked the way for his fingers—two of them now—twisting and scissoring Asahi open to make room for his tongue.

The moment he was stretched enough to get his tongue inside, Noya went for it. He moaned and sucked and groaned, wriggling his tongue, bobbing his head to thrust his tongue back and forth, fighting against the tightness, and rejoicing as it gradually relaxed for him.

All the while, any moment his mouth was free, he murmured, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, beautiful, c’mon, baby,” hoping it would give Asahi the permission he needed to completely let go.

/Finally/, fucking holy fuckin’ /yes/, Asahi did, and it was up there in the top five hottest things Asahi had ever done. (Which was saying something. Noya’s list of hot Asahi things was really, /really/ long.)

With his fingers stretching his cheeks apart, Asahi rocked back onto Noya’s tongue, circled his hips, and bounced there, sitting down hard, trying to shove more of Noya’s tongue inside of him by force.

Noya groaned, loud, muffled by the glorious ass cheeks on either side of his face. Arousal ripped through him, white-hot and ferocious. He /needed/ to have a hand on himself. His cock was /throbbing/. But he couldn’t reach, so he groped around for Asahi’s cock instead.

The angle was awkward, but when he touched him, Asahi made a noise so broken and filthy, Noya decided he could stay here for a whole week if thats what it took. He /needed/ Asahi to come like this.

He started stroking, as best and quick as he could in this position, and Asahi hips started bucking into his hand, rocking, bouncing, squirming until he was genuinely fucking himself on Noya’s tongue.

Full-on /using/ Noya to get off.

Yeah, Noya might be about to come untouched for the first time in his life.

He sucked in breaths through his nose any chance he could, determined to not have to tap out, because Asahi had truly lost himself to it and it was so beautiful to watch.

His balls were slapping against the underside of Noya’s chin, his cock leaking generously, slick and velvet and so fucking hard in Noya’s hand.

Noya’s lips were basically numb at this point, and his tongue was /tired/, which he didn’t know was possible, but no way in hell was

he gonna stop.

“/Yuu/,” Asahi was saying, somehow both breathy and deep at once. “/Oh/, /oh/, oh my god, Yuu, I-I love you, I… Mmm, /ah/.” Any rhythm he’d had was disintegrating, abandoned for desperately grinding himself down on Yuu’s mouth.

“/Mhmm/,“ was all Yuu could manage, along with some more encouraging moans. He could feel Asahi getting close—the tell-tale hitches in his breath and the way his voice pitched up higher and higher, reedy and broken.

He focused rapid, firm strokes on the head of his cock, just like Asahi liked

“Oh god!” Asahi whined, hips bucking wildly. “/O-oh/, fu—/Nnngh!/“

With a heavenly string of panting, gasping moans, Asahi came, falling forward onto his hands, spilling over Noya's chest and fingers.

His arms were trembling. His legs shook.

Through bleary eyes, Noya watched his hole, centimeters from his face, winking open and closed as it clenched through his orgasm. Noya groaned, biting his lip, his own hips bucking against nothing at the sheer fucking /hotness/ of it all.

The moment Asahi’s trembling began to subside, Noya shot a hand down through Asahi’s legs to reach his own cock, using Asahi’s release to jack himself off so quick you’d think he had a gun to his head.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, Asahi, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, fucking hell, oh my god, I’m gonna come, literally right now, you’ve got me so close already, oh my—FUCK!”

Completely unprompted, Asahi had dropped his head and closed his lips around the tip of Noya’s cock, and the orgasm ripped through Noya so quick he couldn’t breathe, like a sucker-punch to the gut.

Afterwards, he lay there, blinking hazily at the ceiling, his whole body trembling with aftershocks.

Asahi crawled off him to collapse beside him, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

Noya was absolutely boneless. He couldn’t even turn his head to look at him.

“Sorry I came in your mouth,” he rasped. God, he sounded like he’d just ran a marathon in the desert or something.

“That’s okay,” Asahi murmured. Noya could hear the smile in his voice.

They laid there for a while, waiting for Noya’s brain and body to come back online. Asahi ran his fingers through Noya’s hair. Finally, he worked up strength to turn his head and grinned at the angelic sight that greeted him.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” Asahi chuckled, blushing in that lazy way he did after sex, when he was too full of happy hormones to be truly embarrassed.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. I… I kind of lost control there. Your lips look… Um. Do they hurt?”

Noya frowned, too tired to reach up and touch them.

Helpfully, Asahi did it for him, running a large thumb delicately across them.

“To be honest I can’t really feel them anymore. But it’s fine. It was worth it.” He pursed his lips out to kiss Asahi’s thumb. “How’s your ass feel?”

Hehe, never mind, Asahi could still get embarrassed.

“Fine. That was really… Yuu, thank you. For trusting me enough to do something like that.”

“Thank /me/? Um, you’re /welcome/? But thank /you/? You don’t need to thank me!”

“Yeah I do. You literally put your life in my hands!”

Noya stared. He smiled, reaching out to hold Asahi's hand. “And I had your ass in mine. A trade I’d make literally any day, baby.”

Asahi rolled his eyes in the fondest way possible, then propped himself up on an elbow to kiss Yuu on the cheek.

“We should…” He avoided Yuu’s eyes. “We should try it the other way around sometime too. I think you’d like it.”

Noya blinked. Blinked faster. He was maybe about to cry. “If I could move any part of my body right now I would tackle you. Just know that in sprit I am kissing and hugging you very hard.”

“That’s a yes?”

“That’s a ‘hell fucking yes’ and also an ‘I love you so much’ and a ‘My boyfriend is the sweetest, hottest ever with the kindest most generous heart and the most perfect asshole.’ Speaking of, can I look at it again?”

“W-what? My ass? N-not right now.”

Noya heaved a great long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Just know that I’m licking your ass again in spirit.”

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

“I try.”

/End/"

lollll i thought starting in the middle of a scene would make it shorter but no

anyway, this got out of hand! i hope you enjoyed! my first asanoya smut ever, they deserve the world

Thanks for reading! Lmk if you liked it 🤗

(i'll probably post this on ao3 later today!)

oh and as always, theres more hq threads in my pinned tweet!

now on AO3 here! archiveofourown.org/works/46476415