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Pouring lube onto his gloved fingers, Terushima can’t help but lick his lips at Bokuto’s anticipatory shiver. Eagerly nudging thick, creamy thighs further across his leather chair, the tattooer glosses slicked fingers along the cleft of the athlete’s ass, watching as the cool liquid drips onto the other man’s heated skin. Just brushing the pads of his fingers against Bokuto’s fluttering rim sucks the breath out of both their chests, the slide of latex against such sensitive muscle nearly has the older man keening. Hips thrust back in a fruitless attempt to feel any sense of relief.
—---
Terushima and Hinata’s friendship had its benefits. Hinata got discounted tattoos simply because of the near ridiculous amount of friends he’d recommended, and in some cases outright dragged, to Terushima's shop. Terushima, on the other hand, raked in the benefits of a sudden boom in business alongside one extra perk- Bokuto.
Their friendship had started innocently enough. Near the end of the last season Hinata had all but dragged a half inebriated volleyball team into his shop while loudly demanding the group needed to get matching wrist tattoos. Bokuto had gone second that night, putting on a brave face in spite of how scared he was of the pen. Despite his fear, the beefy man had gone out of his way to make him laugh midway through the linework. The blonde had instantly thought the older man to be impossibly endearing and had been unable to resist the temptation to pull him into his other conversations that night.
In retrospect, that was definitely the night his feelings for Bokuto sprouted.
Over the course of a couple months they seemed to run into each other everywhere. At the grocery store. In the city. At the occasional club. Even once at a quaint coffee shop. And each time without fail, they would gravitate towards each other. Something about knowing the other man was so close had their eyes searching the other out until they inevitably drew away from their current company to form their own private bubble. On several occasionsTerushima had even excused himself from dates in order to see Bokuto. Why would he waste his evening talking up a stranger when there was someone much more interesting, a friend, already waiting for him?
But the more he saw of Bokuto, the harder it was to label him as just a friend. Things had changed since their first meeting, rather drastically if he were being honest. Because somewhere along their journey of many casual encounters, Terushima’s feelings had bloomed and they were so far along it felt wrong to prune them.
It had been easy enough to hide his initial crush, blaming the too hot sun or indulging in one too many drinks for the way his skin would flush brightly at even a glance from Bokuto. But soon enough his thoughts trailed away from innocent things. Daydreams of hand-holding or wiping away the small dollop of sauce sticking to the side of the other man’s mouth didn’t seem enough. Instead Terushima couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to squeeze the other man’s waist. How it would feel to press him into a secluded corner of the club just to kiss him. Would Bokuto’s creamy skin flush with embarrassment or would he pull him in? Just as desperate for Terushima as the blonde was for him.
It was near impossible to deny that he was lusting after Bokuto, unthinkable considering the absolutely filthy daydreams he had during slow shifts, like tonight. But he tried. Yes, he desperately wanted the silver-haired athlete, but he wasn’t willing to toss their entire friendship away for a single one-night stand.
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Tugging harshly at his brightly colored hair, Teru pushed away from the counter to futilely try and focus on the abandoned sketchbook that had taken him down the metaphorical rabbit hole of his feelings towards Bokuto. He was supposed to have come up with some sketch to memorialize the outside hitter’s birthday. And at the moment all he had were discombobulated thoughts ranging from owls to just how nice the man’s ass looked in his snug uniform. To put it simply, Terushima had absolutely nothing to show for himself and Bokuto was due to show up any minute now, rightfully expecting a finished sketch. And instead of attempting a last minute design, Terushima had spent the last twenty minutes drooling over his client and friend.
There’s a low and very solid thump as his head comes to rest painfully atop his counter. What was he going to tell Bokuto?
‘Hey, sorry I couldn’t finish that tattoo you commissioned me for, I was too busy thinking about all the different ways I’d like to rail you.’
Even in his head Teru knew that was a ridiculous excuse. Not even kind hearted Bokuto would let that slide. With a loud groan he returned to tugging at his hair in frustration. He’d had weeks to prepare and yet he could never seem to do more than scribble down a few lines before moving onto a different project entirely. Was he lacking motivation? He’d been sketching and inking all month without fail, so clearly not. Inspiration? Honestly, considering just how frequently his thoughts strayed toward Bokuto, the job had seemed easy, like a dream come true, even. He was quite literally getting paid to think about his crush, for crying out loud! He should have been able to draw something and bask in Bokuto’s compliments of what a great job he’d done. Instead, here he was resigning himself to the justified disappointment to come.
God what was he going to do?
Terushima jolts at the sudden electrical trill of the door. The feeling only multiplies when he glances up, ready to tell the person the shop is closed, because standing in his doorway is none other than Bokuto Koutarou. Almond eyes dilate as they lock onto the broad figure smiling in their direction. Shocked as he is, Terushima can’t help but run his eyes over the man. With powerful shoulders accentuating a sinfully small waist, an ass plump enough to make him drool, and thighs thick enough to use as pillows, it’s no surprise that Teru can’t get the man’s body off his mind. However, it’s the man’s face that truthfully steals his breath away. Honey gold eyes catch and hold his gaze, silently inviting him to step closer and fall into their tantalizingly sweet trap. And his lips. Pink and plump and hiding away the very smile that thawed the cold frustration that clings to him. The smile is bright and disarming and exactly what Terushima needs to ease the disappointment gnawing at his chest.
Swiping his tongue across his lips seems to be the cue Bokuto is looking for, confirmation that Terushima is still breathing. Cheerfully he bounds over to rest his own arms atop the counter, the large empty space that had been separating them diminished to a few scant inches. Bokuto’s standing so close Teru can smell the hint of sweat still clinging to his skin, despite the uniquely warm layer of cologne resting on top. Where had he rushed from so late at night? Practice?
Peering up cautiously, when he catches the other's excited gaze, shame curls tightly in the pit of his stomach once more. God he’s just the worst, isn’t he?
“...”
“...”
The silence between them draws uncharacteristically long as they both struggle for words. Which is rather odd now that Teru considers it. Is something plaguing Bokuto’s thoughts? Or has he rightfully assumed something is wrong with his commission? Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, Teru places his ink-stained hands hesitantly on the battered sketchbook, already flipping to the sparsely scribbled page he'd dedicated to this commission. He might as well come clean and make-up for his mistake.
“I’m sorry Bo, I just couldn’t seem to draw anything new for you. I tried but.. well you can see for yourself I didn’t get very far.”
If Terushima had bothered to look up at Bokuto, he would have caught the flash of pleased surprise at his announcement. Instead the blonde is met with a believable display of disappointment. To his credit, the full pouty lips and downtrodden expression would have made any aspiring actor green with envy. In Teru’s case, they push him to start apologizing, lurching forward to clasp Bokuto’s hands within his own.
“I’ll make it up to you! Hell whatever you want, just name it and I’ll do it! It’ll be my way of compensating you for my first incomplete gift. So please… just tell me what you want.”
At Terushima’s first touch, a curious blush grows across Bokuto’s ears, and when he begs for a second chance, it flares even brighter as it creeps across his cheeks. Gold eyes stare at him inquisitively before their owner finally speaks up.
"I'm a little sad you couldn't come up with a sketch for me 'Ji.. I was really looking forward to seeing it. Especially since you always make your other customers such cool designs! But," here he hesitates. Uncertainty furrows his thick brows as he contemplates the offer.
"Since you're offering to make it up to me…I sort of did come over for more than just my commission."
Untangling his hands from Terushima's grip, Bokuto is quick to hold up a small folded piece of paper. At first glance it doesn't look like much. It's frayed along the edges, probably from being unfolded and refolded several times, but overall it seems to be a normal sheet of notebook paper. Curiosity piqued, Terushima carefully proceeds to take it from the other man, rolling it between his fingers as he sends Bokuto a questioning glance.
"Can I ask what's in this? Or should I just read it first and ask for specifics after?"
Bokuto is already nodding his head as he starts to fiddle with the sketchbook in front of him.
"Read it first. And then tell me if you're interested in what I wrote down. Just hurry up! The anticipation is killing me!"
The go-ahead more than given, Teru unfolds the paper, steadfastly ignoring the pounding of his pulse. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds but once it’s fully unfolded his first instinct is to look up at Bokuto for one last confirmation. With a nod, and an encouraging wave, almond eyes flit back down to read the very fitting title: 'Bokuto's Birthday Wishlist'. Just below are a series of checkboxes…
Yuuji furiously blushes as he rereads the first line. He crumples the edges of the paper in his grip as he’s overwhelmed with equal parts disbelief and excitement.
Because Bokuto’s list doesn’t have gift requests, or even a set of demands for a new tattoo. Instead his messy script details how exactly he wants Teru to fuck him. In disbelief the blonde sets to rereading the list, as clearly he must have misread it. But even on the third readthrough, absolutely nothing has changed.
Bokuto’s Birthday Wishlist
Kiss me
Pin me down
Fuck my t̶i̶t̶s̶̶ ̶b̶o̶o̶b̶s̶ chest
Finger me with your gloves on
Fuck me
̶f̶i̶n̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶
̶d̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶?̶
Sending a quick prayer up to whatever deity had finally gotten tired of his lustful pining, Terushima manages to catch the tail end of Bokuto’s rambling explanation.
“-must have misread things between us! Look ‘Ji we can just pretend I never wrote that dumb list and go back to being friends. And… I’m sorry if I made things awkward between us-”
Teru has yet to squeeze a single word in between Bokuto’s rambling, and already the moment is starting to crash and burn in front of him. As panic begins to settle in, he can’t help but act on impulse. Fisting the collar of the taller man’s shirt, the tattooer crashes their lips together, uncaring of the way their noses collide as he silences any further doubts.
His clammy palm skidding a few centimeters across the smooth stone counter seems to alight every single nerve within his body. He's all too aware of Bokuto's hot breath caressing his cheek, how still his mouth is against his own, and yet he can't help but hope it's just out of surprise and not rejection. Slowly relaxing his stiff fingers from their iron-grip around the other's collar, Teru pushes himself up to stand on the balls of his feet, in an attempt to more comfortably press their lips together.
Tentatively he starts to move, taking his time to softly touch his lips against Bokuto's. The subtle hint of mint Teru tastes acts as a balm towards the nerves simmering within his chest. He's just about to pull away when Bokuto finally begins to move against him. Their touches are hesitant at first, testing to see how best they fit together. Hands come out to explore as they find their rhythm, caressing each other's flushed skin and, in Bokuto's case, tangling in Terushima's hair. The blonde can’t help but marvel at just how soft the man’s mouth feels as it brushes against his own. Tugging Bokuto’s full bottom lip between his own, Terushima lightly runs his tongue across it. The responding shiver causes them to press closer- coincidentally right into the unmoving edge of the counter.
Without releasing their hold on each other they pull apart with a wince. Hot, ragged breaths fill the space between them. Almond eyes flick between admiring Bokuto's kiss bruised lips and his still flushed face. The older man looks so overwhelmingly attractive with his 'just kissed' expression that Terushima can't help but lick his lips.
“Your commission notwithstanding…I hope you know just how much I hate leaving things unfinished. And considering I’ve just checked off the first box on your wishlist.. I’m really hoping we get to check off every single one.”
Releasing his grip on Bokuto’s shirt he moves out from behind the counter, using his hand to guide him, keeping his hungry gaze pinned on the silver haired man. Gold meets almond head on, silently demanding for Teru to hurry up and step back into his much too empty embrace. His hands reach out first, fingers quick to curl around the athlete’s waist and pull them flush together. Temporarily ignoring the face-full of well-defined pecs the blonde leans onto the balls of his feet to press a chaste kiss against his ‘friend’s’ lips before giving him an expectant glance.
“You still haven’t answered me, Bo. And I'd like to at least hear you say yes before we go any further."
Teru hardly finished talking when Bokuto begins to move. Snaking thick arms around his shoulders the athlete leans down just enough to graze their lips together as he speaks.
"Please 'Ji. I think I've waited more than enough for my gift. I want you"
"...Fuck-," Teru breathes out. Glancing longingly between Bokuto’s bruised lips and mirrored gaze, the blonde starts to worry at his bottom lip. “However you want me gorgeous, but right now I really want to kiss you again.”
Catching and holding Bokuto’s gaze Teru leans in again, still giving the other man a chance to back away if he changes his mind. Yet he can’t help but sigh when their lips finally touch. Although they’ve already kissed, this feels like their first time. The first kiss is chaste, barely more than a peck as they start to relax into each other’s embrace. The kisses that follow are more assured, confident in what they’re seeking, molding more solidly together as desire burns ever hotter in their veins.
Lips still pressed together, Terushima’s hands start to stray from their original perch around Bokuto’s hips, climbing ever higher until the tips of his fingers caress the swell of the man’s chest. He’s so tempted to squeeze, can practically feel the drool start to build with how badly he wants to, but he can’t- at least not yet. Pressing his thumb against the still clothed outline of Bokuto’s nipple, Teru rubs slow circles around the quickly hardening bud. A quiet moan slips from between their interlocked lips when the tattooer continues to tease the pebbling nub and before he knows it he has an armful of six-foot-three pro-athlete putty who’s near babbling over having his chest fondled. The rush of fuzzy chemicals that fill Teru’s chest when they ultimately break apart is the driving force for his next move- pushing up Bokuto’s shirt and wrapping his swollen lips around the sensitive bud he’d just abandoned.
“W-Wait! They’re-,” Bokuto cuts himself off with a gasp as he feels the wet muscle of the blonde’s tongue twist and suck. Leaning heavily against the counter he tugs at Terushima’s hair, guiding his mouth as it further toys with his nipple. He obviously enjoys having his chest sucked on- but when Teru starts playing with both nipples, god it felt good. Going by the panting and squirming, Terushima swears he could have come from his mouth alone. He ignores the way Bokuto pulls harder on his shortly cropped hair in an effort to dislodge his lips.
“J-Ji it’s too much! You’re playing with them too much…I want you to pay attention to the rest of my body, not just my chest! O-Or at least wait until you get to the third box.”
In spite of how tempted Teru is to find out just how sensitive the athlete’s chest is, he resigns himself to finding out later. So, with one last lingering swipe of his tongue, he pulls away.
“The third box? I could have sworn it was the second..or maybe I was getting a little too excited about finding out what they feel like. But remind me again what comes next, Bo?” Terushima brushes his fingers along Bokuto’s bare abdomen as he slips his knee between his thick thighs. Twisting them to press the taller man into the wall beside them, Teru brings one of his arms to press above his head. “Is it time for me to pull my gloves on?” At Bokuto’s slow head shake Teru pouts even as he’s reaching to grab the man’s other arm. “No? Then are we skipping straight to the main event? Because if we are…I should probably admit to how many times I’ve thought about this.” The blonde brushes his thumb across the other’s wrist as he brings it close enough to his mouth to kiss the fluttering pulse. “I’ve spent weeks thinking about all the different ways I want to have you… and most of them have been in my shop.” At his emphasis on the last two words Terushima squeezes Bokuto’s wrists, slowly grinding his knee into the other man's crotch until he starts to rut his hips against his leg.
“I think this checks off the second box, don’t you?”
Squeezing Bokuto’s wrists, Teru takes a second to admire his new view. He has the taller man pressed between himself and the wall, putting not only his flushed and heaving chest at easy access, but also the tent growing in his jeans. Glancing up, he sees wild gold eyes flicking between his face and the athlete’s bulge between them, Terushima can only lick his lips as his free hand slips between Bokuto’s thighs. Thin fingers trace along the length , taking care to pay special attention to the rounded tip. Pressing his heel down he can’t help the quiet moan that slips from his lips at the whimper his partner lets out.
“God Bo-,” his voice comes out rough even to his own ears, but he just has to speak his thoughts out loud. “I can’t get enough of the noises you make. If this is how you sound now, when I’m barely using my hands, I doubt I’m going to last until we get to the last box.” Leaning down to whisper into Bokuto’s ear he gives his hardening member a meaningful squeeze. “Next time, I’m going to see if your pretty mouth is good for more than just hot noises.”
With a gasp, Bokuto starts to rock against Terushima’s hand. Each twist of Terushima’s wrist, each swipe of his thumb across the sensitive head pulls quiet curses from Bokuto’s lips. He looks so good coming undone under Teru’s watchful gaze. Seemingly torn between preening and hiding from the attention.
His thighs have started to tremble from the strain of the uncomfortable position, and Bokuto’s breaths have long since been coming out in short pants when Terushima pulls his hand away.
“‘Jii- no, don’t stop. ‘M so close..just a little more-,'' Terushima quiets his rambling with a quick kiss. Releasing Bokuto's wrists from his grip, once his breath mostly returns to normal he helps him stand upright .
"It's fine baby, I've got you. Why don't we move to somewhere more comfortable for this next part?"
Receiving an overly excited nod in reply, the blonde smothers the urge to laugh with a smile. Interlacing their hands together, they make their way towards the curtained off section of the shop. Pulling aside the thick curtains, Teru gestures for Bokuto to go first, more than happy to admire his ass as he passes. Haphazardly closing the makeshift door, he takes a moment to rake his eyes across Koutarou's body.
There's a small wet patch on the front of his jeans, beautifully highlighting the tenting erection courtesy of the tattooist himself. And just above that, Bokuto's nipples are still visibly peeking out from the hastily smoothed shirt laying over them. Terushima can't help but send a second silent prayer to whatever deity was listening to him before he saunters closer to Koutarou, purposely herding him closer to the leather seat in the center of the room.
"How about we finally take these off you, sweetheart?" Thin fingers tug expectantly at Bokuto's jean button as the blonde begins to unfasten them. "I'll help with your jeans while you do the rest."
Getting down on his knees, Terushima waits for the telltale thump of material hitting his floor before starting to pull pants and boxers down their owner's thick thighs. Seeing Bokuto's heavy cock bob enticingly in front of his face, Teru can't resist the urge to swipe his tongue just across the slit. Which, based on the hiss of pleasure he hears above him, doesn't go unappreciated. Only once all the fabric is pooling at Koutarou's ankles does the blonde stand upright again.
Two sets of hands work to undo the buttons of Bokuto’s shirt, and within seconds that too is pushed off his shoulders, joining the pile of clothes littering his floor. He stops Bokuto’s hands as they reach towards his own pants, choosing instead to press a hand onto the other's bare chest.
"Sit. I need to fix the chair level for this next part, remember?"
Watching as Koutarou hurries to follow his request, Terushima takes a moment to rummage through his supply cart, looking for the bottle of lubricant he'd bought earlier that week for a client. His pulse races ever faster once his fingers close around the tube. He feels just as excited as Bokuto, his own member pulsing uncomfortable behind constricting jeans, but he still t feels a little nervous. With a shaky exhale, Teru turns his attention back to the soon-to-be birthday boy.
He lowers the parlor chair to waist level, and in a flash unzips and kicks off his pants. Under Koutarou’s hawk-like gaze Terushima takes himself in hand with a hiss. Shallowly thrusting into his warm palm, he makes it a point to not look away from the golden eyes watching him. Making a show of himself, he moans out Bokuto's name every time his fingers squeeze the crown of his shaft. Teru's hands felt good but that's not his end-goal tonight. So to both their displeasure he pulls his hand away the second he determines he's hard enough.
Uncapping the lube bottle, Terushima is just about to pour it onto his bare hands when he realizes he's nearly forgotten a vital step.
Grabbing a pair of black gloves from his cart, Teru carefully climbs onto the chair and straddles Bokuto's chest before slipping them on. Satisfied that they fit properly, he proceeds to squirt a healthy amount of lube onto his hands, ready to warm it up. He's silent as he works, the air between them filled primarily by their heavy breathing, but neither seem to mind, much more interested in the slickgloves. After a minute, Terushima holds up a slicked finger, nearly pressing it against Koutarou's chest.
"Tell me if it's warm enough, okay, Bo? I want it to feel good for both of us… and maybe even taste good, in your case."
He presses the tips of his fingers lightly against Bokuto's chest, only starting to massage the lube into his skin once he gets the go-ahead. Only after using most of the liquid on his chest - because maybe Teru enjoyed a little too much Koutarou’s moans at having his nipples teased , does he press a single finger against the other's lips.
"Suck on them and tell me if you can stand the taste. If you can't, I'll make sure it doesn't touch your mouth but if you like it…well I hope you don't mind if I fuck more than just your tits."
Bokuto obediently parts his lips before swiping his tongue down one single digit. Terushima keeps his burning gaze on him as he hollows his cheeks around his thumb. And the impatient grinding against his stomach only encourages him to shallowly bob his head along the fingers' length. The feeling has Terushima curling his other fingers around Bokuto’s jaw, which is when he pulls off with a wet pop, thoroughly satisfied with himself.
"It doesn't taste like anything?" His nose scrunches thoughtfully before he changes his answer. "It's sweet but not in a bad way."
"That's all I had to know, Bo." Settling himself just above the top of Bokuto's ribs, Terushima lets his cock settle heavily just between the full mounds of his chest. "Hold them together for me? It won't be for very long, but I really want to check off all your wishes."
Pouring a touch more lube onto his twitching cock, Teru waits until he's fully encased between Koutarou's silky soft pecs before he starts to move. The first thrust makes him moan with just how good it feels, and despite this, he's careful about going slow, the tip of his cock just barely peeking out from Bokuto's tits. But watching the steady bounce of the volleyball player's pecs, listening to him moan, beg, for Terushima to put it in his mouth, it makes his previous resolve shatter. Snapping his hips forward he shifts higher up onto his thighs to press the tip of his cock against Koutarou's parted lips.
He wants so badly to coat those pretty pink lips with his seed, and is tempted to, but he's unsure of whether he'll actually be able to come again within the next hour. His thrusts stutter to a stop, with his cock buried behind Bokuto's hollowed cheeks, beads of precum smearing across the man's lips and tongue alike.
"F-Fuck, Bo baby, I need you to let go. I-I don't know how much longer I can last with that pretty mouth of yours."
Pulling his red-tipped and dripping cock out from between Bokuto's swollen lips makes him bite back a sob. He definitely made the right call, as a couple more thrusts would have been more than enough to push him over the edge. As he starts to climb off Koutarou, the bigger man squeezes his hips, a pout plastered across his face as if to say 'aren't you forgetting something?'
It takes a couple seconds for Teru to connect the dots but when he does, he swoops in to enthusiastically press their lips together. There's a salty tinge clinging to Bokuto's mouth, but as he licks past his own spend he can still faintly taste the mint from before.
Nipping lightly at his bottom lip, Terushima finally slips off from on top of him to stand beside the chair instead. His position may have changed, but his hand stays nearly glued to Koutarou’s body as it caresses his side.
"For this next box, I need you to either get on all fours or bend over the chair. Whatever sounds more comfortable to you."
Squeezing Bokuto's hip meaningfully he takes a minute to locate the lube bottle. He's not necessarily surprised to find it hidden between the curtain folds, he had gotten… a little carried away after all. Turning around to crack a joke about the bottle trying to escape, his humor washed away by the sudden wave of want that pools in his stomach when he sees Koutarou.
Standing with his back arched and his legs spread, it’s hard to stare at anything but his ass. So stare he absolutely does, practically drooling as he gets the urge to bite one defined cheek like a peach. Mutely walking forward, Terushima can't help but knead the creamy globes, spreading them apart just enough to catch a glimpse of a puckered hole between them.
“God baby, you’re so fucking hot…” pressing his chest against Bokuto’s back, Terushima kisses and nips at his ear, tugging at the lobe gently with his teeth. Sliding his knee between the taller man’s thighs to keep them spread apart, Teru's gloved hand slides between them to rub at his hole, teasing the tight muscle just enough to press the tip inside. The more he prods the heavier Koutarou’s breathing gets, coming out in shaky little puffs as he pushes his hips back urging the tattooer to push at least the one digit in. His long fingers dig into the leather seat, holding him up as he ruts against it.
“Ji- please, it’s not enough,” his voice sounds wrecked even to his own ears. Breathy and thick but still insisting for the blonde to do more than just tease him.
Pressing a kiss against Bokuto’s shoulder the blonde pulls away just enough to grab the lube. Unscrewing the cap he wastes little time in upending the liquid onto his glove. Working the lube between his fingers, Teru sets about kissing down the curve of Koutarou’s spine and when he gets to the base of the man’s neck he pushes a single finger past the tight rim.
The wet squelch of latex penetrates the room, and when Terushima sinks his finger up to the knuckle, they’re joined by a soft moan. He steadily works at opening Koutarou up to accept a second digit. Leaning his palm against the perianal for leverage, Teru presses his fingers in deeper, searching for the small bundle of nerves. It takes longer to get Bokuto to relax around the two digits, muscles spasming the second he attempts to spread them. Softly shushing the other’s sobs, the blonde rubs tight circles against his numbingly hot walls- at every squeeze he feels his own cock twitch with impatience.
Reaching around, Terushima encircles Bokuto’s cock with his free hand, steadily pumping his shaft every time his fingers pull out. It works like a charm, as with a gasp Koutarou begins to relax around him. The bigger man nearly keens when Teru finally scissors his fingers apart, ass grinding against the intrusion.
When the tattooist finally slips in his third finger, Bokuto visibly melts into the parlor chair as Terushima steadily builds him closer to the edge, fingers rhythmically massaging his sweet spot every few thrusts. It feels so good but obviously not in the way Bokuto craves. He’s very nearly to the point of begging for the blonde’s cock, barely holding himself back by a thread. Behind him, Terushima grins. He wants more too, but they’re both intent on sticking to the list even if Terushima doesn’t plan to make him wait much longer.
As he removes his fingers, he soothes Bokuto who cries out at the sudden emptiness. A few stray tears running down his flushed cheeks as his muscles flutter around nothing. His babbling pleas to at least have Teru’s fingers back inside him are silenced the second he feels the wet, blunt tip of something bigger brush against his entrance.
Terushima lets out a guttural moan as he feels his cock catch on the other’s rim, stilling his thrusts the blonde takes his shaft in hand and pushes into Bokuto. The pair moan in unison, both need to take a moment to adjust as Terushima bottoms out inside the silver-haired man. Panting slightly, he rubs wide circles into Koutarou’s skin, encouraging him to relax as his muscles continue to spasm around him.
“Bo- baby- you need to breathe. Fuck…you’re holding me like a vice, you’re going to make me cum if you keep this up.”
Experimentally he pulls out, inch by inch, until just the tip is left inside. Curling his hands properly around his waist, Teru thrusts back inside just as slowly. God it felt amazing to be inside of Bokuto, his velvety heat only enticing him to thrust inside again and again until neither knew where they started and the other ended.
His pace starts slow, wanting Koutarou to get used to his length before he fucks him properly. Each thrust is excruciating as he watches his length sink inside the pulsing ring of muscles, stretched to its limits despite the time he’d dedicated into loosening him up. The steady slaps of their hips connecting overpowers the low whines leaving Bokuto’s lips asTeru’s cock fills him.
The blonde is just starting to feel the tell-tale coil of heat inside the pit of his stomach when Koutarou pushes back to meet his thrust. His ruffled head lolls forward to rest atop his arms as he struggles to pronounce a single word.
Eventually he manages to say, “F-Faster. God go faster ‘Ji. I can..hah..take it.”
Swearing softly under his breath Terushima does as he asks, taking satisfaction in watching Bokuto’s broad back rock forward with each thrust. He wants to look at his face so badly, see if his plump lips form a perfect ‘oh’ shape to match his moans. But he can’t bring himself to stop his cock from drilling inside Koutarou’s hot ass. He’d probably have a better chance at giving up on hair dye than he does stopping.
Pressing his chest further into his back Terushima uses the change in leverage to bring one of his gloved hands up to cup Bokuto’s jaw. Angling his head just enough for Teru presses an open-mouthed kiss onto those pliant lips, swallowing his cry when the new position pushes his cock further inside him. Licking inside Bokuto’s mouth feels intoxicating, particularly when he lets Terushima’s tongue guide him, mimicking each swipe and caress he feels.
Blunt nails dig into the scruff of Teru’s neck holding him temporarily in place as Bokuto fucks himself back on his cock, moaning out a broken sentence that the blonde interprets as harder. Wrapping his forearm around the taller’s waist, Terushima presses him harshly against the chair before complying. Bokuto chokes at the first thrust, almost forgetting to breathe. The sole sound Terushima can hear is the heavy ‘thwup-thwup’ as the tattooist pounds into him.
“‘J-Ji…oh god..finish inside. Please, ‘m c-close.”
Terushima can only nod, not trusting his own voice to make a comprehensible sound. He feels light-headed as he watches his cock plunge inside of Bokuto, and when those silky muscles constrict to keep him pinned inside he swears he could cry with pleasure. God, like this? Koutarou was made for him, taking every single one of his thrusts with ease.
As Bokuto start tense around him, Teru forgoes their previously set rhythm, instead sloppily thrusting up to hit against his sweet spot, until the silver-haired man cries out. Fucking him through the aftershock of his high, stars explode behind Terushima clenched eyes when, several thrusts later, he finally spills inside.
Limbs feeling much too heavy to properly move away, Terushima pulls out and flops onto the chair beside Bokuto. The blonde can’t help but smile when they make eye contact- how can he resist when the flushed and satisfied look donning Koutarou’s face makes his heart clench. Tossing aside his filthy gloves, Teru reaches out to interlink their hands. Bringing it up to his lips to plant a kiss, he finally asks the question that’s been plaguing him.
“So about that last checkbox…can we reschedule that date to tomorrow? I don’t know about you but I'd rather go for a shower and some cuddling, than a coffee right now.”
Bokuto can only laugh, his face flushing a pretty shade of pink as he nods his head in agreement.
“I’d like that. But you’re going to have to help me to that shower. I-uh can’t really feel my legs at the moment.”