[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.

Comments

[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.

[azuhi]

[Asahi nods, and turns in the bed, mostly hanging off the mattress, to reach into the drawer. It gives Yusuke a fairly good view of his back, with his shirt ruched up, given that Asahi forgot to fix it after they finished.

He finds the towel and turns back over, tending to Yusuke first. His touch is exceedingly gentle as he wipes away the cum streaks left by them both, over Yusuke's belly, pelvis, and his flaccid cock and balls. Asahi's cheeks as pink as he touches these areas with near-reverence. It's still so hard to believe he really gets to do this for Yusuke, who is nearly almost the boy of his dreams.

Once he's got no more excuses to keep cleaning Yusuke off, Asahi kisses him again before taking care of his own body much more quickly.]

Today was perfect. Thank you, Yusuke.

[lempereur]

[ And you better believe he's looking. If Yusuke has any regret about tonight, it'll be that they were too eager to get nasty with each other and he didn't get to rip the rest of Asahi's clothes off. Another time, he's sure, he'll get the chance to see the rest of him, his shy, sweet Adonis.

His eyes stay on him as he wipes him down. It's a strange sensation, that makes the breath hitch in his throat and the color return to his face. Nobody's ever treated him like this before, so tenderly, so carefully. He can't ever think of a time he's felt so cherished. He loves that feeling of being taken care of, could so easily get addicted to it. Luckily, Asahi finishes before he can get emotional about it...or hard again. ]

You don't need to thank me. I feel so astoundingly lucky already.

[azuhi]

[There will absolutely be other times, for Yusuke to see everything Asahi has to offer. He might even be able to convince his boyfriend to model nude for him after all, now that they've taken this step in their relationship.

Once Asahi cleans himself up, he pulls his clothes back on properly and settles back into bed beside Yusuke. His arm comes around his boyfriend's waist, and he cuddles Yusuke not-too-tightly.

Asahi giggles.]

Funnily enough, that's how I feel, too.

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke pulls his pants back up, but tugs his shirt off. There's really no need for modesty after all that, is there? It's more comfortable this way, and when Asahi throws his arm around him, he can really feel it. Will he ever be tired of Asahi touching him?

Not any time soon.

He leans into it, burying his face into Asahi's chest and wrapping his arm around his middle in turn. ]

Are you comfortable? I think I have another blanket...

[ He offers, but he sounds half-asleep already. ]

[azuhi]

[Yusuke is so warm and small in his arms, fits perfectly tucked up against Asahi's broader chest. It feels just as good to hold someone as Asahi had always hoped it would, perhaps even better because he could never have imagined someone as good for him as Yusuke. Because Yusuke is real and here, right now.

Asahi's cheek rests on Yusuke's head.]

I'm comfortable. [He confirms, voice gone soft and sleepy.] Don't get up. Just stay here, okay?

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke just nods, rubbing his forehead against Asahi's chest. After another moment, he pulls the blanket up to his neck, as warm and comfortable and safe as he could possibly be. Now that he's had a taste of bliss, going to bed on his own is going to feel awfully lonely... ]

Sweet dreams, my darling.

[ Yusuke's are often nightmares, but tonight, they'll be lovely. ]

[azuhi]

[One more kiss is dropped on Yusuke's hair, and then Asahi's exhaustion from the long, exciting day catches up with him. It's hardly a few minutes before he's out like a light, soothed by the warmth of Yusuke's embrace. He, too, is having sweet dreams.]