Thread by @IDtsuKei

I’m out of my element here but uh #akatsukki #aktsk nsfw post time skip where they meet after a while of not seeing each other.

Life is life and once they’re both in uni, their friendship shifts solely to texts and calls. They’re not often but when they do happen, it’s a bright

Spot in Akaashi’s day. Tsukishima has always been on his level, and there was something so satisfying about talking about literature with him. Kuroo could keep up on the topics but often argued just to argue, while Tsukishima stuck to his convictions of course, but he wasn’t

Afraid to agree with Akaashi. Now that he was working under Udai, he’ll admit the time between their conversations is growing longer and longer. He knows Tsukishima is busy too, with the museum and the frogs. He keeps saying to himself that he’ll catch one of his games soon, but

Life happens, every time. He sees a glimpse of someone, tall, blonde, stylish trench-coat, at the adlers/jackals match and he’s torn between going over to see if it’s him, and paying attention to the match. It’s even more unsettling when tsukishima’s older brother joins their

Group, with a loud blonde he vaguely remembers being related to another member of karasuno. Tsukishima’s brother is nice, friendly enough, but he’s not Akaashi’s Tsukishima.

Well. Wait.

Akaashi didn’t have a Tsukishima. He was friends with one yes, but that was all. He made

His mind up, jarred by his thoughts, and left with Bokuto without checking on the man he’s certain was Tsukishima.

Fastforward a few months later when Udai demands he go with him to a business trip in sendai. It’s research, he says, for the new manga. Akaashi blames it on long

Hours at work that he doesn’t connect the dots until they’re sitting in the stands, tsukishima’s brother next to them. Oh. They’re at a frogs game. Tsukishima plays for the frogs. Udai lied and is definitely here on a date and Akaashi’s his alibi. Oh well, he thinks. At least he

Can relax and spend the game watching a former kouhai play finally.

Wrong again!

How is he supposed to relax when he sees Tsukishima, for the first time in years, on the court wearing compression sleeves on his sinfully muscular arms. When his shorts are just short enough

That akaashi can see the compression shorts underneath them. When did beanpole lanky Tsukishima turn into this lean muscular just Akaashi’s type man? Akaashi feels hot under his sweater, willing the unfortunate tightening in his pants to go away. He’s sitting next to his brother

For Christ’s sake. He’s his former kouhai, even if Tsukishima tells the third gym members that can’t be true if he went to a different school.

Oh god, akaashi was going to hell. He tried to focus, but all he could think about was peeling tsukishima’s compression shorts off with

His teeth. Licking his way up his legs, admiring the new muscles stretched beneath his skin. Tsukishima could probably bend him in half with minimal effort, pin him down into the mattress until akaashi couldn’t move, could do nothing but take whatever Tsukishima was giving him.

His arms were deceptive, former twigs that were now lean and strong, serving the ball with a strength that Akaashi did not realize he was capable of. He wanted the force of his swings on him, bruising his backside, while Akaashi was a mess below him. He wanted, desperately, to

Take off his shirt and grind himself along tsukishima’s abs, to mark up the muscles rippling along his back and shoulders as he kill blocked the other teams ace. He wanted to be thoroughly wrecked and ruined by this man, until afterwards they laid in bed and discussed the new

Book they were both reading.

Akaashi only realized he had been completely zoned out when he saw Udai stand out of the corner of his eye. He startled, jumping in his seat, causing the mangaka to look at him confused.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Uh, yes. Where are you going?’

Udai

Pointed to the restroom sign, leaving akaashi with tsukishima’s brother. They made small talk for a second, as the frogs had won the first set and they were prepping for the second one. Small talk switched to the topic of Tsukishima, and how Akiteru used to laugh when he would

Find Tsukishima asleep on his desk, voice call still going as akaashi snored on the other side. Akaashi blushed and apologized for interrupting tsukishima’s studies, it’s just he was the only one Akaashi could talk to when he had a paper due and his eyes were shutting as he

Tried to write. Akiteru dismissed his apology, thanking akaashi instead for being a good role model and friend to his younger brother. Finally, they’re were saved by the whistle, and Akaashi turned back to the game, the filth running through his mind quieted by the earnest

Conversation with Akiteru. (Quieted, but not silenced.)

In a daze, he finds himself standing outside of the arena after the frogs victory, leaning against a wall as Tsukishima smiles at him. They were catching up, but nothing was sticking in Akaashi’s brain as he thirsted over

The man in front of him.

‘Are you guys heading back tonight?’ Tsukishima asks as Akaashi snaps back into focus.

‘Oh. No, Udai-san booked a hotel room nearby. He stated the ‘research’ would last past the last train and our boss bought it,’ he rolls his eyes. Tsukishima winces,

Looking over at his brother and akaashi’s mangaka.

‘Just one room?’

‘Yes, why?’ Akaashi asks slowly.

‘Well. Aki-nii has roommates. I don’t think you’re going to spend much time in that room, Akaashi-san.’ Akaashi whips his head to the two of them, watching as the distance

Between them disappears. He groans. He knew he should have demanded his own room. ‘Don’t worry, you can stay at my place for the night if you want.’

‘Your roommates won’t mind?’

‘I live alone,’ he smirks. Oh, this could end badly.

Or.

Or it could end just as Akaashi had hoped. He wishes he could tell you what led to this, but all thoughts had left his mind the second Tsukishima had pinned him to the bed, one muscular thigh wedged between Akaashi’s spread legs. He was on fire, his body burning up as

Tsukishima licked into his mouth. His hands wandered, one finally getting to spread out and slide up the delicious plane of Tsukishima’s stomach, feeling his abs clenching and drifting, brushing against the defined v leading down to where Akaashi hoped he would get his mouth on.

The other hand was shoved up the back of tsukishima’s shirt, dancing along the back muscles he was drooling over earlier. Tsukishima kissed him halfway to death, tongue skilled and lips firm. Gone were the traces of the shy boy, tugging his fingers in the gym when he was nervous.

He knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.

‘Fuck,’ he cursed as Tsukishima bit a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. ‘Holy shit, Tsukishima-kun, you’re so hot.’ He gasped out, an embarrassing keen leaving his mouth as the blonde pulled back, frowning.

‘Can you drop

The -kun when I’m hopefully about to finally get in your pants?’

‘Sorry, sorry, kiss me again and I will.’ He promises, ignoring Tsukishima’s laugh as he reconnects their lips. Akaashi only allows him a second to pull both of their shirts off before pulling him back down. He

Could kiss Tsukishima for days. He doesn’t even have time to feel self-conscious at himself shirtless, knowing the muscle definition from his days of sports is gone, too concentrated on taking in Tsukishima’s grown body, eyes drawing a path from muscle to muscle. Tsukishima

Takes his hands, wrapping them slowly around Akaashi’s slim waist(Kuroo insists that akaashi has a slutty waist, but he refuses to look up what exactly that means and give Kuroo the satisfaction), just above where his rounder than before hips start. The blonde lets out a groan

At the sight, and Akaashi looks down as well. He can feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sight, Tsukishima’s large hands encasing him. He watches as they slide up, only stopping as his thumbs brush against Akaashi’s nipples, swallowing the accompanying gasp with his mouth.

‘Tsukishima,’ Akaashi starts, breaking the kiss. ‘I don’t know how far you intend for this to go, but I would like to share with you my intentions.’

‘Okay,’ he sounds amused, but he pulls back, hands still rubbing up and down Akaashi’s side, keeping his pulse racing.

‘First,

I want you in my mouth.’ Tsukishima groans again, and Akaashi has to drag his eyes away from the ever growing bulge in the blondes pants. ‘Then, I would very much like for you to fuck me. I’m open for compromise though, if you have a different idea in mind. Or if you want to

Stop,’ he tacks on hastily.

‘No, no. Your idea is perfect as always.’

With some repositioning, and after they both shed their final layers, Akaashi is finally able to wrap his lips around the prize, savoring the taste and the sounds Tsukishima was making. Tsukishima had

Showered at the gym after the match, and as Akaashi’s nose brushed the blonde curls at the base of his cock, he found himself briefly wishing he didn’t, wanting to bury himself in the taste and smell of the blonde, wanting to be consumed by him. He mentally shook his head,

Reaching back to work himself open with the lube Tsukishima had provided. That had been a debate in itself, Tsukishima insisting that he help finger Akaashi open but the editor had insisted on doing it himself this time, noting the way Tsukishima’s eyes darkened at the

Insinuation of a next time. Finally, when his jaw was beginning to ache, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He clambered up, helping Tsukishima put the condom on and apply more lube, before slowly sinking down. The stretch was just what he needed, and he threw his head back as

The ecstasy of being filled for the first time in a while washed over him. He started the pace slowly, speeding up only when tsukishima’s hands encircled his waist again.

‘Fuck, Akaashi. You’re so perfect,’ he mumbled, gripping the back of his neck to pull him into a filthy open

Mouthed kiss. Akaashi couldn’t hold in the whine, pace stuttering at the words. Tsukishima picked up his slack, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into akaashi, holding him still even from underneath him. Akaashi was falling apart when Tsukishima finally caught on,

Flipping them until Akaashi was face down on the mattress, tsukishima’s entire body weight draped over his back. He could just angle his hips like this, letting Tsukishima pin him down as he thrust.

‘This what you wanted? I could see you staring at me from the stands, were you

Thinking about me fucking you while I played?’

‘Yes,’ akaashi gasped out. ‘Wanted this, wanted you to take me.’

‘Oh fuck, who knew you were such a slut,’ Tsukishima teased, keeping his pace brutal. Akaashi whimpered, shuddering at the strength in his thrusts and his words.

‘For you,’ he groans. ‘I’ll be a slut for you, Tsukishima. Please.’

The skin to skin contact was too much when paired with the way Tsukishima was snapping his hips into him, especially when it caught up in Akaashi’s fucked out brain that the force behind tsukishima’s thrusts

Was 100% in his hips, as the blondes arms were up by his head and he had no traction with his legs. Akaashi came with a shout, a jumbled warning as he spilled onto tsukishima’s sheets. He was boneless, floating as Tsukishima spoke through gritted teeth.

‘Just a little more,

I’m so close. You can take it huh?’ His hips kept moving as Akaashi veered towards over sensitivity. He nodded though, wanted all that Tsukishima could give him. It was enough, and Tsukishima spilled into the condom with a low groan, chest rumbling against Akaashi’s back.

Clean up was quick and efficient, and soon enough Akaashi found himself in tsukishima’s shirt, in his freshly changed bed, curling around the blonde. They should discuss this, but instead they’re arguing over a documentary Akaashi had recommended to Tsukishima a few weeks prior.

Akaashi had just won the debate(in his mind), when Tsukishima giggles.

‘Hmm?’

‘If Bokuto or Kuroo were here, they’d call us nerds,’ Tsukishima laughs. ‘We’re too predictable.’

‘If Bokuto or Kuroo were here, they’d be too stunned by our combined beauty to talk,’ Akaashi

Teases. ‘And I fear we would both be walking funny tomorrow.’

Tsukishima snorts, and before long they both drift asleep.

End !

(I really neglect this pairing of bakt and while it isn’t explicitly bakt yet here, know it always ends in bakt in my heart)