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+
Bokuto training to be the best he can be. So he can stay at the top of his game. So he can compete on the biggest of stages.
But he also does it so he can make easy work of lifting his 6 foot husband, so he can carry and hold and flip Akaashi as they have sex.+
Because Bokuto just can’t get enough of the arousal in Akaashi’s eyes as he throws him on the bed, how those long legs instinctively fall open for him at the display of strength.
He’s addicted to just how loudly Akaashi moans when Bokuto lifts him so effortlessly,+
//NSFW, mutual masturbation, mild dirty talk, Keiji wears a T-shirt and nothing else
Keiji is devastating at this moment. Just woken and standing in the bathroom at the sink, curls a dark mess, glasses slightly crooked on his nose.+
He’s wearing one of Koutarou’s T-shirts, body not filling it out quite so much, the black cotton of it fading to grey from continuous washing.
He’s completely naked apart from that T-shirt.
No shorts.
No underwear. +
Apr 2, 2023 • 8 tweets • 2 min read
#BokuAka Akaashi taking the game for them with a perfect setter dump, so calm and calculated and exact. And Bokuto rushing him in a surge of joy and pride, roaring Akaashi’s name as he scoops him up, lifting him under the back of his thighs.
And Akaashi follows his lead,+
wrapping legs around Bokuto’s waist, arms around his neck, clinging to him. He lets himself be held there, breathing in the smell of Bokuto during a match. He’s not one to be loud, to be overly expressive or draw attention to himself. But playing alongside Bokuto,+
Feb 6, 2023 • 5 tweets • 1 min read
LRT
it’s so beautiful and very much inspired this 💕
There’s half a second before Bokuto turns from the stove and Keiji can observe him from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his legs bare, wearing nothing but+
a MSBY jersey and satisfaction
As he watches him he thinks of himself at 16, when Keiji thought his love for another man, this man, would stay buried and shame ridden deep in his chest. All that adoration choked down, the desires sitting unrealised behind his eyelids+
CW: NSFW, wet and messy, over stimulation, married bkak
Akaashi Keiji likes it on his knees.
It’s one of his favourite positions. He thrives in the hint of vulgarity of being taken crudely, of Bokuto filling him as deeply as possible,+
fucking him till his bones shake, elevating his usually quiet tones until they are loud and all encompassing.
He’s always so unhindered in these moments. Lost in his and Bokuto’s pleasure, allowing himself to have everything his body wants. And what he wants is Bokuto+
Jan 8, 2023 • 7 tweets • 2 min read
#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+
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.+
CW: crowded commute, so soft, pinning HS BKAK, anxious Akaashi, Bokuto helps, inspired by beautiful fan art by @S4ya5 linked at the end đź’›
They travel home together most days. Akaashi’s chest aching at every slight brush of their knees, eyes trailing+
over his captain's profile, Bokuto silhouetted perfectly against the dying light filling the train windows.
Despite the pounding of Akaashi’s heart, there’s a calmness to those moments he adores, a comfort found in sitting beside Bokuto as they move from+
