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[closed for lempereur] A Rush of Adrenaline

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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[Asahi isn't quite expecting Yusuke to greet him in what is basically a trench coat, but he hardly pays it much mind when faced with the smiling, flushing, practically glowing face of his gorgeous boyfriend. Yusuke looks the way Asahi feels; a little bit breathless, and poised as if he's trying to hold himself back.

The walk to Yusuke's room is charged. Asahi cannot wait to be alone with him, but he's also so nervous about how things can go wrong. They get in the dorm room and shut the door behind them, and Asahi feels like his skin is buzzing.]

I'm sure it was. [He answers with a low, nervous chuckle.] Um.. are you feeling cold?

Cold? No, what makes you say...? Ah, this.

[ Yusuke smiles somewhat darkly, as if he's scheming something. He is, of course, but he's confident that it's nothing unwanted. Just something to make Asahi mad with desire, at least that's the idea. He looks at his boyfriend as he unzips his coat, dramatically dropping it to the floor. ]

What do you think, my darling?

[Asahi is not expecting so much skin to be revealed as Yusuke begins to peel off his coat. For a moment, he thinks his boyfriend might be entirely naked beneath it, and the idea that he left his room in that kind of state to meet Asahi makes him blush. Well, that, and the fact that his boyfriend is undressing right in front of him with that kind of heated look in his eyes.

And then the coat hits the floor, and Asahi's jaw along with it. His eyes go wide as he drinks in the sight of Yusuke, standing against the door in what could only be described as sexy lingerie. Asahi doesn't even know the names for all the articles he's looking at, in spite of his interest in fashion, but he absolutely knows the effect they're having on him. His cock gets so hard so quickly that it's almost painful, the dizzying way the blood in his body rushes. He can't take his eyes off of the lacy underthings Yusuke's wearing. When he speaks, his throat is achingly dry.]

Oh God. Y-you look... incredible. Wow... wow.

[Congratulations. You broke Asahi.]

[ He never thought there was a chance Asahi wouldn't like it, however, his reaction is satisfying all the same. Yusuke smiles at him, so pleased with himself like the cat that caught the canary, slowly dragging his fingers up the dark strap contrasting against his thigh. ]

So you like it?

[ There had been brainstorming sessions with Ann, trying to choose the right thing. Erotic, but not crass. Attention-grabbing, but not gaudy. This suits him even better than he thought from the pictures. The lace feels good on his skin, the high waist accentuates his butt and makes it look better than it ever has, in his opinion. He's quite comfortable showing off a little for his boyfriend, doing a turn so he can see the back, and then stepping closer to give him a better look. ]

Do you want to touch it?

[Asahi's eyes follow the path of Yusuke's fingers as he drags them along the garter. An embarrassing, helpless whine comes from his throat as he watches Yusuke's hand inch closer to his cock.

He's left nodding a bit dumbly when asked if he likes it. Yusuke is clearly relishing, since he turns to show his backside off to Asahi, too. Maybe that's what brings Asahi back online enough to step closer.]

Please. [He agrees, hands already reaching out for slim, boxy hips, thumbs sliding over the black lace.] God, Yusuke, you're so beautiful.

[ Oh, he is relishing. Asahi's eyes are burning into him, making him feel warm and desired, even sexy. The attention is fueling him, putting a grin on his face like he's the cat that caught the canary. ]

How kind of you. [ Asahi's strong, big hands on his hips feel amazing already, making him want to squirm against him for more, but he remains still except for the arms creeping around his boyfriend's neck. Close enough to kiss him, but he doesn't lean in yet. ] So are you.

[Asahi's eyes are glassy and hazy as he drags his gaze up Yusuke's body. He gets to his face and pauses, taking in the mirrored lust in his half-lidded eyes, the smirk on his lips. He's so desirable Asahi can't resist, and he stops fighting it. He leans in to close the space between them and takes Yusuke into a deeply heated kiss.

His hands squeeze Yusuke's hips, holding him tight. His tongue slides into Yusuke's mouth, betraying a ravenous hunger.]

[ The urgency in his kiss takes Yusuke by surprise. It's exciting, a departure from the usual caution Asahi takes with him, like he's waiting for Yusuke to change his mind. Tonight, there's not a chance in hell, he's had plenty of time to think it over, and he knows. He wants this more than he's wanted anything.

A soft noise is muffled against Asahi's mouth, and then his mouth opens, granting him entrance. His tongue flicks against the other's, drawing him in and undoing the tight little bun in his hair so he can run his fingers through it. ]

[Asahi feels the same certainty. He's had a lot of time to go over his own nerves, his doubts, but also to build up the anticipation. He wants Yusuke so badly, and is struggling to hold anything back. Fortunately, Yusuke isn't holding much back either, so Asahi feels like they're on the same page.

He moans when he feels Yusuke's fingers in his hair, a sound from deep in his chest that rumbles as it comes out. Yusuke's mouth and tongue taste so good, addictive, even. He twines his tongue with his boyfriends while his hands explore the lacy garments, tracing the hems where fabric meets skin. He wants to take it off, but also loves the way it looks, the way it feels. Loves that Yusuke did this for him. Is so painfully turned on by how erotic his boyfriend is.

Asahi kisses Yusuke until he's breathless, and has to pull away with a gasp. He's dizzy in the best possible way, lips slick.]

I want you so bad. [He gasps, voice low and rough.]

[ This is getting hot and heavy quickly. Yusuke is panting against his mouth in no time, shuddering under his touch as his hands run over, under, around the lace, heating his skin. It's not long before he's straining against the lacy underwear, nearly bulging out of it by the time Asahi pulls away. ]

Have me. I'm yours, darling.

[ The gravel in Asahi's voice, the pure need, is the sexiest thing he's ever heard. He takes his boyfriend's hand and leads him to his bed, sitting down and scooting back against the wall, making room for the other to join him. ]

[Asahi's dark gaze follows Yusuke as he moves to his bed, taking in the movement of his body, his hips. It's impossible to miss how hard Yusuke's erection strains against the tiny lingerie, but Asahi's is similarly obvious in his gakuran trousers, so it's not as if there's anything to be ashamed of. He takes pride in the evidence of Yusuke's arousal, and smiles as he crawls onto the bed and over his body.

He dives in for what he thinks will be a brief kiss, but Asahi is so drawn to Yusuke right then that he can't pull away. The kiss gets deeper before he manages to pull their lips apart.]

I want to take my time, but I'm feeling so impatient... [He confesses shyly, fingers tracing down Yusuke's sternum.] What do you want?

[ The weighty heat settling on top of him makes him tremble. Part need and part nerves, his hands settle at the nape of Asahi's neck, losing himself in the kiss to soothe that nervous energy. It's a big step, but he feels safe with his boyfriend looming over him, shielded from the world, from any minor worry he might have. Yusuke wants him to know that, so the kiss is open, giving, with the teasing swipe of tongue that he knows Asahi likes. ]

I... [ He shivers, gazing up at Asahi and biting the corner of his lip. He can't even believe his luck. With a gentle smile, he starts unbuttoning the other's shirt, his hands capable but unhurried. ] I think we should take it slow. We will only have one first time, we should make the most of it.

[ As much as he loves knowing that Asahi wants him bad enough to rush, that would be the best thing. He didn't light all these candles for it to be over so soon. ]

[Yusuke's answer makes Asahi hum softly, entirely endeared all over again. How perfect is it that he's met someone just as sentimental as he is? A trait that even his friends tease him for, but now it puts him and Yusuke on the same page. He wants this to last, too, and to commit every detail to memory. Although Asahi already knows there's no way he's going to forget this moment, with Yusuke's body beneath his own in the most exquisite lingerie, sharing the heat of his body and taste of his mouth.]

I think you're right. [He says, smiling lips pressed against Yusuke's cheek. Asahi turns his head to kiss him again, unhurried. The heat is still there, though, in the way his tongue slides into Yusuke's mouth and his hungry fingers press into Yusuke's soft skin.]

[ Despite his mind and his heart's desire to take this slow, Yusuke's body is impatient. He reacts to every touch, leaning into his warm hands and arching into his chest, quickly made bare after he's made fast work of Asahi's shirt. He can't stop touching him, reverent hands running over tight muscle, and then again, scratching gently down his back. Asahi is so beautiful to him, and he feels so good on top of him, with his tongue in his mouth, even his leg feels good to grind against, to bring out the soft friction of his lacy underwear.

He's perfect, and he wants Yusuke. ]

I love you. [ He whispers in between desperate kisses, only getting needier as the heat between them builds. The artist has wandered from his lover's mouth, leaving kisses on his jaw, his neck, sucking on the lobe of his ear - any bit of skin he can get his mouth on. ]

[Everything Yusuke is doing to him, every single touch on his body, is only driving Asahi's arousal higher and higher. And judging by the hardness Asahi can feel grinding against his thigh, he isn't the only one in such straits. He whines softly, grabbing Yusuke's ass in his wide palm and urging him on.

The kiss breaks, and Asahi's panting hard; even so, he can still hear Yusuke murmur sweetness into his skin, and hugs him closer. Asahi whines at the feeling of Yusuke's mouth against his sensitive skin, areas he didn't even know could feel so good.

He hugs Yusuke tighter, responds in a low, gravelly voice.]

L-Love you too. So -hngh- much!

[ Whatever he said about easing into it is much easier said than done. How is he supposed to take things slow with a firm hand squeezing his ass, forcing him close, right where he wants to be? With that roughness in his lover's voice, the honesty awakened by desire? With those little groans and the taste of his skin rushing his senses.

Surely, it's impossible.

Yusuke's hands grope his chest, softly thumbing over his nipples on their way down to unbutton his pants. ]

Off, please.

[ He whispers as he nibbles on Asahi's earlobe, especially fond of the noise he makes in the process. ]

[Yusuke's voice is low and rich, and Asahi really, really likes being on the receiving end of his orders. He moans, reaching for the waistband of his own pants to push them down once Yusuke's undone his fly. He pulls them down as far as his reach will allow, but they pool around his shins as Asahi is too reluctant to move away from Yusuke's lips. The way they feel on his skin is just too good to give up.

His hands seek out Yusuke's body instead, grabbing his slim waist, holding him down so he can lean in and kiss him again. He wants the kiss to be unhurried, but Asahi is just too eager and that comes through in the swiftness of his tongue. A hand skims up Yusuke's body to his silky soft hair, and Asahi digs his fingers in readily.]

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[ He can't help but to look down and watch Asahi's hard cock bob out of his pants. It's gorgeous. Every part of him is stunning, especially illuminated in the warm candlelight like this, but that's what he wants today. Thick, velvety, and twitching with need. For Yusuke, of all people. He still doesn't feel deserving of all the love he's receiving from Asahi, but he's learning to take it anyway. He didn't know how much he needed it until it was within reach, and now he can't imagine letting it go. ]

Look at you...so beautiful. I don't know if I can wait much longer. I need you.

[ He'll keep telling him what he wants, if Asahi keeps holding him down like that. His heart is racing, behind pressed down into the mattress like that, but it's exciting, that strength. ]

[Asahi makes a soft noise, head bobbing with a little nod as he agrees with Yusuke's statement. Even though they both want to take it slow, it's clear their bodies can only handle putting things off so much.

His hand squeezes Yusuke's waist gently, before he completely pulls away. Asahi needs to breathe, to clear all the lust out of his head. He wants to make this feel good for Yusuke, after all. Wants them to feel good together.

Sitting back on the bed, Asahi fully kicks his pants and underwear off, letting the tangled garments fall in a careless heap on the floor without regard. He runs an anxious hand through his hair, pushing locks out of his face, only for them to fall back around his ears in a soft brown wave.

Asahi's gaze roams over Yusuke's body once more, lingering on the scant, lacy underwear. He had no idea he'd love it to this extent, but now the thought of taking it off almost feels like a damn shame. He crawls back over Yusuke's body and traces a finger against the waist of the garter belt, then over the seam at the thigh. Yusuke's cock is barely contained anymore in such little fabric, and Asahi's blushing all over at the sight.]

C-Can I take this off? [He murmurs, tracing up the length of Yusuke's shaft now over the lace.] I'll leave the belt on, if it's okay..?

[ Yusuke sits up, supporting himself on his elbows so he can watch Asahi. His eyes are dark withe lust, tracking every movement, every contour of muscle and wave of hair. A smirk turns up at the corner of his mouth, the feeling of the other's gaze on him boosting his confidence. He doesn't just want to look good, he wants Asahi to be attracted to him. Being so sure that he is makes him feel sure, ready. ]

Yes, you can. [ It's a breathy whisper, he's lucky he can even get it out with the rush of finally being touched. ] You'll just have to unclip it from the stockings to get the underwear off...

[ But if he likes them, of course they stay. Yusuke lifts his hips off the bed and guides Asahi's hands to his thighs so he can unfasten the belt, and wiggle out of any unwanted lace. ]

[Asahi nods, grateful for Yusuke's instructions on removing the garment. His fingers are slow and deliberate as they undo each of the garter straps, taking immense time and focus on the task. It's partly to slow things down, since his nerves are racing a mile and minute, but mostly the pace is necessary because Asahi's fingers would be shaking and clumsy otherwise.

When the last of the belts is undone, Asahi takes a deep breath in. His hands find the waistband of Yusuke's panties and tug down carefully, mindful of the delicate lace. Even the way Yusuke's cock bobs free seems delicate and beautiful, as elegant as everything else about him. A soft whine comes from Asahi's throat as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend's swollen sex.

In contrast to his pace taking Yusuke's clothes off, Asahi doesn't hesitate to get a hand around his boyfriend's shaft and start jerking him off.]

You're so beautiful. [He says, voice low and reverent.]

[ Yusuke believes it. Not just that Asahi's perception is clouded by his inexplicable affection for him, making him spout sweet silliness at him, but that it's true this time. That he truly has found beauty for himself, let it bloom under Asahi's eyes, his touch, his love.

It's the touch this time that makes him crazy, makes his breathe harder and groan against his lover's mouth. He's been eager for it all day, his big, rough hands capable of giving him the kind of pleasure he's never given himself. He wants more. He needs more. ]

There's lube, on the counter there. I need you to use your fingers, now.

[ It's forward, but true, and he thinks Asahi might like being told what to do a little bit. ]

[Asahi hums. In truth, he likes being told what to do more than a little bit. It helps ease his nerves, for one thing, to have Yusuke tell him exactly what he needs. Beyond that, though, he likes being trusted to make him feel good.

He leans over towards the table, trying to reach the bottle without letting go. Fortunately his arm is long enough to grab it, and then Asahi sits back down on his heels in front of his boyfriend. He takes a deep breath, gently pumps Yusuke again, then lets go so he can squeeze the lube onto his fingers.

Another deep breath. Asahi rubs the lube between his forefingers, warming it up the way he read about online. Then, shyly, he brings his hand close to the other's opening.]

Are you ready...?

[ He watches Asahi intently, his dark eyes sinking hooks into him, beckoning him nearer. Yusuke watches even as he settles into the mattress, spreading his legs and giving him all the space he needs to work. The sight of him playing with the lube between his fingers is so erotic, so lewd, that he can't help but touch himself in slow pumps to keep from going crazy. ]

I am.

[ He's a little nervous, but he has enough trust that Asahi will see him through it that he doesn't mention it, just breathes it away. ]

Please.

[Asahi whines softly at the sight of Yusuke spreading his legs further apart, not to mention the vulnerable, soft look in his eyes as he watches Asahi's fingers. Gently, he presses a fingertip to the other boy's opening, rubbing the outside in gentle circles. He allows his finger to carefully, shallowly push into Yusuke a few times, never for more than a moment, not wanting to hurt him but hoping to make it less awkward or painful. ]

H-how is this..?

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