[closed for lempereur] A Rush of Adrenaline

[azuhi]

Since Yusuke had expressed an interest in seeing him play, and because he'd been kind enough to share his studio with him, Asahi extends an invitation for Yusuke to attend their next official volleyball game. He's nervous about having someone he knows in the stands, but Asahi also knows that once he's on the court, it'll be a lot easier to forget his surroundings and focus on the match. He can't let his teammates down, after all, and he especially can't disappoint his date.

His date. God, Asahi never imagined he'd be bringing a boy to his games, that someone would want to be there for him, cheering him on. Meeting Yusuke feels like a dream come true, or even a miracle.

Fortunately, the match goes well. Asahi is able to lose his nerves, and keep his head in the game even when things aren't going in Karasuno's favor. And when they are, he's at his peak performance, warmed up from the game and getting better, his spikes getting stronger, faster, and harder to block.

When his team wins, a few people crowd around him to celebrate, thumping his back (and, in Nishinoya's case, happily leaping onto his shoulders), but Asahi still takes a moment to turn to the stands. He makes eye contact with Yusuke and beams triumphantly, without a hint of his usual shyness.

The team heads down to the locker room to get clean and change out of their sweaty clothes. Asahi plans on meeting Yusuke once he's done, and hopefully he has enough time for them to go on another date.

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[lempereur]

[ How peculiar, how quickly Asahi lit this fire in him that won't die down. How effortlessly! At least it seemed cool and easy, despite sharing the same nervous, inexperienced energy from overeager youth that Yusuke has. Unless Yusuke is just as gullible as he was before, then Asahi pulled him in, turned him into putty in his hands, just being himself.

He's hypnotized. He wants more. Now that his tongue is making gentle, experimental explorations into his mouth and the heat from the athlete's body is narrowing the artist's entire world to just him, just this, he can't imagine ever going back to a state where he's not being overwhelmed by him at every point of contact. Yusuke nudges against his hand with his head like a puppy, begging for more touching, more affection, more everything.

Of course, he's a hormonal eighteen year old. As much as he tried to convey a sense of calm, make people think he has his feelings in check, he very much doesn't, and that'll be clear if Asahi pulls his hips too close. Yusuke is very turned on. Who wouldn't be, pressed against a man like Asahi with his tongue in their mouth? ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi's big hand is the perfect size to cradle Yusuke's head and stroke his scalp. His fingers thread through his silky hair with ease as Asahi focuses on figuring out what to do with his own tongue. Does it feel good to brush it over Yusuke's like this? Like that? Yes, and yes. All of it is mind-blowing.

When Asahi shifts and feels the press of Yusuke's hardness against his leg, he shudders. It's amazing to realize he's had this effect on someone.

And it only feels right for Asahi to shift more into Yusuke's space, so that he can press his own hips firmly against the others and reveal his similar state of excitement. Yusuke deserves to know that the attraction is there, that this goes both ways.

Asahi wants him so badly, it's almost scary.]

[lempereur]

[ He isn't pressing the evidence of his arousal against Asahi on purpose, but they're too close not to. So he should expect to feel Asahi's erection poke at his thigh, but it still shocks a gasp out of him. It feels...big. Hard and insistent, and it takes a lot of self control not to reach between them and explore even further.

Instead he shifts, once again, rubbing the side of his cock against Asahi's thigh through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He tries to be subtle about it, this is his boyfriend after all, not a chunk of meat and muscle for him to get off on. The urge is less embarrassing than the implication of it - that he's helplessly, hopelessly smitten, and opening himself up to heartbreak in the most intimate of ways. ]

Asahi...

[ He stopped being a cautious person last year. An overcorrection, perhaps, making up for the years of youthful recklessness he was denied in the name of survival under Madarame's thumb. Some things, though, he has to take seriously. ]

Nobody has ever made me feel like this. What have you done to me?

[ It's playful, teasing, but completely true. He snakes his arms around Asahi's shoulders again, his t-shirt lifting to reveal his sides and his soft stomach. Yusuke is thin, but he's doing much better than he was back then. Can't even see his ribs anymore. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi whines when Yusuke rubs himself against his thigh. He's about to pull away and gasp his boyfriend's name, but Yusuke beats him to it, makes Asahi pause. Asahi can hear how heavy his breathing has gotten, and feels tight and hot all over in a wholly unfamiliar way, in spite of his experience playing sports.

He whines again when Yusuke moves towards him, pulls himself closer. The question makes his face, and other places, burn.]

Nothing on purpose.. [He responds, voice lower and deeper than usual. The hand in Yusuke's hair remains there, but the other finds the newly-exposed skin, which is warm to the touch. When Asahi splays his palm over it, he's amazed (and aroused) to see that his whole hand is practically the width of his waist.]

I feel it, too. Y-You're just... amazing.

[lempereur]

[ Asahi's hand on his waist sends a jolt through him. How does he feel so good? So warm and tender, with the sweetest words to go along with it? He curls his hand in the other's hair, hoping that gripping tightly enough will keep him grounded, safe from the treacherous abyss of desire...but it doesn't.

Yusuke summons a burst of courage shifts upward, climbing over and on top of Asahi until he can settle onto his lap, straddling his hips. He leans down to kiss him again, leaving lingering, gentle kisses against his cheek, his jaw, the soft spot where his ear meets his neck. ]

Is this alright? Tell me if it's too much. I won't be disappointed.

[ After...all of that when he met Ann, he tries to be more careful, but he's so wrapped up the way he feels that he's not sure he can trust himself to tell. ]

[azuhi]

[Yusuke's movements push Asahi onto his back, and then he's looking up at his boyfriend. Yusuke's so light, but the weight of him on Asahi's body is significant, undeniable. Asahi gasps when Yusuke leans in and starts pressing kisses to his face, his neck, all kinds of sensitive places that have him shuddering, gasping for breath.

He braces his hands on Yusuke's tiny waist, holding him tightly in his place. Nothing about his body language should give any clue that he doesn't really like this.]

It's good. [He confirms, looking at Yusuke with wet lashes and hazy eyes.] So good... I. I don't know... h-how far we should go...

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke might be feeling a little too brave, his mouth trailing lower, sucking gently once against the curve of his neck, just to see what it feels like, not enough to leave a mark. He comes back up though, making sure he can meet eyes with Asahi as he talks. They look so beautiful, glassy and dark with arousal. He could just drink them up...the other boy looks so beautiful like this, flushed and breathing heavily with his hair splayed out across Yusuke's pillows. Now he knows why he found watching him in the volleyball match so alluring - all those physical reactions, all that passion, but now, directed at Yusuke. It's irresistibly erotic. ]

We don't need to go any further. If...if you want to cool down... [ Yusuke squirms on top of him - bad idea. Even through the layers of fabric he can feel the stiffness of Asahi's cock against his. He chokes back a moan so that it's more of a whimper, struggling to keep his wits about him. ] We can. Cool off, I mean.

[ Though, he's finding his new position quite comfortable, and he's not sure he's ready to leave. But at Asahi's request, he would. He'd do just about anything, really. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi is more than okay with the aborted hickey, just as he's more than okay with Yusuke in his lap, their bodies rubbing up against one another's. It elicits a small, somewhat frustrated whimper from him, having Yusuke sit up and try to stop himself.]

I... I don't want to. [He responds, before biting his lip.] To stop, I mean. I just... um, should we figure out how far we want to go?

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke nods, not thrilled about stopping, but grateful that Asahi can at least think. He sits up straight, hair falling in front of his face looking down at Asahi. He runs his hand through it, trying to keep it contained behind his ears, but like everything else, he's finding it hard to control. ]

Yes, of course. Ah... [ A moment, to think. Any energy diverted from the effort to keep his hips still is a dangerous gamble. ] I did not bring you here for sex. But maybe...

[ He dares himself to look down again, at the hardness threatening to protrude from Asahi'a sweats. He wants to see it. He wants to touch it...maybe even taste it. Eventually. His heart would break loose from his chest in a bloody mess if he tried to go that far tonight. Finally, something truly embarrasses him, makes him avoid Asahi's eyes and redirects some of the immense heat he's feeling to his face. ]

I could touch you. If you want.

[ He sounds so easy. Yusuke shudders to think of what Madarame would have said...but Asahi won't judge him. Not out loud, at least. ]

[azuhi]

[Oh, does Asahi want. The way the words pass through Yusuke's lips, the picture that flashes in Asahi's mind, make his cock throb with need. If Yusuke looks closely enough, he might notice a wet spot forming right where the head of his dick is pressed to his sweatpants.

His toes curl as he fights to control his reaction, though he's more than transparent.]

Oh. Please. Ah, and I'll touch you, too. I mean, I want to...

[His gaze darts down for just a glimpse of Yusuke's erection, made easier to see thanks to his small clothes. He doesn't want him thinking this is just for the sake of reciprocation, not when he's so attracted to Yusuke.]

[lempereur]

[ Oh, he's looking. It's a little intense, but it's helpful, knowing that Asahi is just as into it as he is. That's a reaction that can't be faked. ]

Okay. You can. I'd like that.

[ His words are clipped because his brain is about to short circuit from how hot Asahi is. He's never been looked at like that before. Like he wants him. Such a primal, exciting feeling.

Yusuke leans down to kiss him again, lingering there, trying to be patient as his hands explore down Asahi's sides, dipping beneath his shirt to run over muscle he could only dream of having himself. He pushes the shirt up over his abs, so they don't make a mess, and tugs his sweatpants down just enough to expose him, and watches with awe as his long, full cock pops out, leaking from the tip and begging for attention. It's... ]

You're so beautiful.

[ It just slips out, but he stands by it. He's convinced that Asahi, in this moment, is the most beautiful creature on this earth. Nothing could possibly compare. He wiggles his hips, pulling himself out of his silly cartoon underwear, just as hard and eager. Like the rest of him, Yusuke's cock is long and slim, with a gentle curve to it. It feels good to have it free from its confines, but he cares more about Asahi. Tentatively, softly, he wraps his long, soft fingers around his boyfriend's erection, eyes flicking towards his for approval. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi meets Yusuke's kiss partway, moaning softly when he feels his boyfriend's hands push his shirt up and touch his heated skin. And when Yusuke tugs his pants down, Asahi has to pull out of the kiss to whine and bite his lip, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding his veins. He watches Yusuke's face closely, nervous about his response, but all he does is compliment him with a longing gaze.

And then Yusuke takes his briefs off, and Asahi breathes deeply at the sight of him.]

Wow... [He murmurs, throat suddenly feeling too dry. He's preparing himself to ask if he can touch it, Yusuke's gorgeous dick, but Yusuke beats him to this as well and touches him tentatively. Asahi moans, eyes falling shut as pleasure courses through his veins, making his whole body jolt. He opens his eyes again to meet Yusuke's curious gaze, and nods.]

H-Hah... feels really good...

[lempereur]

Good.

[ Yusuke starts stroking him, still loose as he gets the hang of it. He has a dick himself, obviously, he knows how to do it, but the angle is different, the way it fits in his palm is different (better), Asahi's making so many amazing, delicious sounds...he just wants to take it nice and easy. No rush. No reason he can't keep hearing him moan like that for as long as they can both take it.

The artist lays over him, one hand keeping him balanced and the other stroking up and down Asahi's cock. He kisses him again as his thumb teases underneath the head, the kiss messier, more frantic than it was before. With the loss of control comes the loss of his typical grace, replaced with unruly desire. He ruts against him, his own arousal pressing against Asahi's lower belly, now hoping he'll want to give Yusuke the same pleasure. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi absolutely does want to reciprocate, but it's really hard to focus on that thought when his brain is receiving so much stimulation from other places. Yusuke's hand on his cock, his tongue in his mouth, his body crowding Asahi's down onto the mattress -all of it feels incredible, almost overwhelmingly so.

He can feel the shape and heat of Yusuke's cock against his pelvis, and rolls his own hips off the mattress, trying to give him friction. He doesn't have the presence of mind to take him in hand at the moment, but hasn't forgotten him entirely. Wants the impression of Yusuke's cock against his body burned there forever.]

[lempereur]

[ This is amazing. So much that he can't imagine how fully penetrative sex could be any better, when just this is so hot, so consuming that he can barely breathe. He's gulping his breaths straight from Asahi's mouth, kissing him urgently, luring his tongue into his mouth so he can feel all of him at once.

He keeps grinding against Asahi, carelessly smearing precome below his belly button. He doesn't notice until he picks up the pace of his hand and looks down, seeing how handsome the other's cock looks coming in and out of his fist. ]

S-sorry...

[ He's not, really. He's sorrier that it makes him seem so shameless. ]

[azuhi]

[For all of Asahi's previous fantasies of what it might be like to have sex, the real thing is a million times better, blows all of those fantasies out of the water. He could never have imagined how Yusuke's tongue would taste in his mouth, or the way his long fingers would curl so perfectly around his shaft, or the press of his body as he rubs himself off on Asahi's belly. He can feel the wet streaks on his skin and it makes him moan to think that it's really happening, that Yusuke's getting off like this.

And then Yusuke has the audacity to apologize, when it should be Asahi who's apologizing. He doesn't even know what Yusuke is sorry for. Whatever it is, he doesn't have to be.

He shifts beneath Yusuke, pushing himself up a bit more so that Yusuke's cock is trapped more tightly between their bodies, rolling his hips up off the mattress to make the space as small as possible.]

S'good..?

[lempereur]

It's good...

[ It's a lot of friction. The only thing keeping his cock from being sandwiched between their bellies is his hand working Asahi. It's too much, and he can feel the heat in his gut threatening to burst, so he sits up, pulling himself from Asahi's lips. He takes a minute to just breathe heavily and stare down at him with heavy, lustful eyes. ]

It's too good. Maybe you should be on top?

[ He suspects he might like that even better, but a few seconds of shuffling around might be just what he needs to stop himself from finishing on Asahi's stomach. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi whines when Yusuke pulls away, even (embarrassingly) attempts to follow him with his lips, but when he regains control of himself, he simply nods.]

Okay.

[He squirms under Yusuke, places his hands on the other's shoulder, and gently rolls them both over so that he is now straddling Yusuke, knees on either side of the other boy's slim hips, boxing him in.

Asahi hesitates for a moment, eyes scanning the length of Yusuke's body from his gorgeous, flushed face down to his equally gorgeous, flushed cock. He doesn't know quite what to do. It had felt good to be touched, and good to have Yusuke rub up against him, and he still wants to touch Yusuke's dick, too.

A thought occurs to him, and Asahi wraps his large hand around both of their cocks together. A loud shudder moves through him when the hot length of Yusuke is pressed to his own. He jerks them both off in one motion, the abudance of precum making for good lubricant.]

H-How's this? [He says quietly, almost hissing from the intense pleasure. Asahi definitely likes it, but if Yusuke doesn't, then he'll figure something else out.]

[lempereur]

[ It is even better. He has Asahi all around him now, covering him from all sides like an warm blanket. Yusuke wiggles his hips, getting comfortable with the weight, reaching for Asahi's face, and then he falls back onto the pillow with a moan. ]

Asahi!

[ Yusuke gasps his name, nodding frantically. It's good, of course it's good. It's incredible. Asahi's hand around him would feel good already, but looking down and getting to watch their cocks sliding against each other, swollen and pink and leaking with excitement is, and he's sure about this, the most erotic thing he's ever seen. His hips jerk to meet the timing of Asahi's hand the best best can, and that heat is settling back into his belly just as heavy as before. The artist struggles to rip his eyes off it to gaze up at his lover, with mussed hair, wet lips, and nothing but passion in his eye. ]

Don't stop. Please.

[ A pathetic plea, whimpering like a puppy. He wouldn't ask if he didn't need it. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi moans and leans in to Yusuke's hand. Turns his head so he can kiss one of the palms that was just cradling his cheek. It feels amazing, so much better than just jerking himself off alone, with Yusuke's cock pulsing against his, velvety skin pressed to his own and lighting up every nerve ending along his shaft. Yusuke's voice, desperate, pleading, adds to the heat of the moment and makes Asahi whimper.]

I won't. [He vows, voice low and tight. Asahi kisses Yusuke's palm again, and his gaze darts to meet Yusuke's eyes, his own dark with pupils blown wide. He looks at him as he jerks them off, until Asahi comes with a soft cry, spilling over them both.]

[lempereur]

[ He's trembling before Asahi can even reply. His body is on fire, more than any time he'd ever pleasure himself, and it's because of him, his rough hands and his sweet voice and the way he meets Yusuke's eyes, so full of adoration and free of any shame, any judgement. It's incredible - and terrifying.

It's watching (hearing, feeling) Asahi come that tips Yusuke over the edge. He spills over his belly and his boyfriend's hand and pulls the other down, to muffle his startled groan against his lips. Riding it out for as long as his hand is moving, Yusuke desperately kisses him through it, trying to savor this as long as possible. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi does his best to keep his hand moving, even when his orgasm hits him and makes him halt in his actions for a long second. He doesn't want to abandon his efforts to get Yusuke to come, too, and fortunately it hardly takes any more time before Yusuke's cock throbs and finally shoots over his hand.

Asahi moans again, as the sight of Yusuke's body spasming coincidences with the end of his own orgasm. His lips are seized and the noise swallowed by Yusuke's mouth, and he kisses back earnestly, if not with slightly less energy than before.

Once he's too breathless to kiss Yusuke anymore, Asahi collapses back onto the mattress beside him with a soft, shy smile.]

Wow, Yusuke, that was... wow..

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke's kisses get slower and less demanding as the high of the orgasm wears off, until Asahi carefully breaks away. He shivers from the sudden loss of his body heat and curls up against his side, head leaning against his shoulder without a care for the mess between them. If Asahi is so inclined, though, there are an assortment of paint stained rags nearby. ]

Amazing. You were amazing...

[ Yusuke looks ridiculous. He's got a stupid grin on his face, like he's the luckiest man on earth, with his arm wrapped around Asahi's middle while his pants are still half-off, bunched around his thighs with his softening cock out. He doesn't care. He might be in love. What could take priority over that? ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi does not think Yusuke's smile is stupid; to him, it's radiant and perfect. He leans in to kiss him gently, a tender peck that's the opposite of their heated kisses from just moments ago. He pushes some hair away from Yusuke's face, just so he can see him better. He wants to commit every detail to memory.

He holds Yusuke close for a while, then chuckles sheepishly.]

We should clean up, before it dries... [Asahi comments, thinking of the impending itchiness. He kisses Yusuke's forehead.] I'll take care of it, if um, you tell me what to use..?

[lempereur]

[ He could fall asleep like this, haphazardly half-nude, with Asahi's arm around him, holding him close. He's even ready to close him eyes for a bit, before Asahi shifts and presses his lips to his forehead. ]

Yes...hmm... [ Yusuke sits up, just a bit, and is now realizing it's much more annoying to be covered in cum when it's gone cold and he's thinking clearly again. He points at the bedside table behind Asahi. ] There's a hand towel in the drawer there.