Thread by @novusdeusz

#BokuAka NSFW

Keiji’s been thinking about this moment all day.

Thinking about Bokuto naked, every inch of him nude for Keiji’s eyes, his own body waiting and begging for the precise moment when Bokuto will slip inside him.

There’s a pillow clutched to Keiji’s chest,+

arms folded around it, mouth resting against the cotton. He’s ready to use it to stifle his obscene moans. To cling to some kind of decorum before he’s tossing it to the side, letting himself be as whoreish as he needs, lifting his ass higher as he turns to+

look over his shoulder with lowered lids. Needing to be sure Bokuto can see how easy he is for him, see how he flushes and trembles and keens as he begs to be taken harder.

Bokuto’s on his knees behind him, those big hands framing Keiji’s waist, practising how they will hold +

him in place once he starts to writhe. One of Keiji’s thighs is moved wider on the bed, his cock guided and carefully positioned against the sheets, ready to be touched and teased, ready to be loved.

Keiji’s barely had to move, just surrendered his body to his husband+

to do with as he likes. And he feels a moment of guilt, of self-consciousness, of worry that he can be cared for like this and offer nothing in return.

But the worry is silenced as Keiji feels kisses being dropped to his asscheeks,+

thumbs kneading gently to separate them further, Bokuto taking what's his.

He hears the moan his husband releases at Keiji being exposed fully in this position, still-slick fingertips pressing along his balls, stroking at the dusting of hair that trails up to his rim.+

Circling, teasing, dipping in; Koutarou is always so reverent with all of him. But especially this part, especially when Keiji’s about to be breached and stretched and stuffed by much more than thick fingers.

Keiji lifts his body, works his own hands under himself,+

palms rubbing his nipples, fingers finding and pinching. Bokuto’s gaze follows the movement of his arm, smirking with a knowing fondness that spurs Keiji to pleasure himself firmer.

He feels the thick press of Bokuto’s cock between his cheeks,+

teasing his quivering hole: just tapping, not filling. It promises so much, promises relief and pleasure and a quietness of mind where all Keiji hears is the slap of their skin.+

Where all he feels is his husband’s heavy balls meeting his ass, that cock pounding into him with no let-up, lovingly decimating him.

He can sense Bokuto’s excitement and readiness, that rampant energy of his husband channelled into the act of taking and giving,+

so very eager to have his cock squeezed and gripped and sucked in by Keiji’s needy body. So keen to provide what Keiji craves, so proud to be wanted and hungered for,

“Gonna take care of you, Keiji. Gonna please you, baby. Gonna make you cry so pretty. You ready for me?”+

Bokuto asks, though he knows. He always knows just how ready Keiji is.

Fin

Thank you my dearest @Fawn_Eyed_Girl for helping me with this and hyping me endlessly✨💕