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Akaashi fiddled with his backpack straps, twirling the straps around his finger until it was covered in the rough material, then unwound the straps. His eyes shifted to different corners of the booming gym—fans scrambling to their seats, the screen flashing pictures of the Adlers as they walked across the court, Bokuto laughing with Hinata. 

Bokuto clutched his chest as he laughed, and Akaashi swore he could hear the roar coming from Bokuto. That, or he was used to hearing Bokuto"s boisterous laughter at home. Though, since Bokuto began training harder and working with sponsorships at the beginning of the month, Akaashi no longer heard that laughter as often. It left him—

"Welcome to Onigiri Miya. What can I get you today?"

Akaashi"s head snapped to the owner of the smooth voice. 

Miya Osamu in the flesh. 

Akaashi hadn"t seen Osamu since their third year. It was a mere brush of the shoulders at nationals, but the glimpse was enough for Akaashi to be shocked by Osamu"s appearance now. 

His hair was no longer a poorly dyed gray, but a dark black that hid under an Onigiri Miya cap; he stood taller, like he knew how to command a room; he was muscular and Akaashi couldn"t help but trace the lines left from the tight shirt—Miya Osamu was devastatingly handsome. 

"Myaa-sam," Akaashi said, breathed. 

Akaashi"s breath left him as Osamu smiled at him. "Fukurodani"s setter." 

"I haven"t been that in a long time." Akaashi wrestled with his backpack straps as he glanced at the red countertop. "Akaashi Keiji." 

"Akaashi Keiji," Osamu repeated.

Akaashi liked how his name sounded rolling off the tip of Osamu"s tongue. It felt familiar. 

"What can I get for you, Akaashi Keiji?"

Despite himself, the corner of Akaashi"s lip curled upwards. "Two salmon and two pickled plums, please." 

"Coming right up," Osamu said. He grabbed a paper bag and a pair of tongs. 

Akaashi stole another glimpse of the court. He adjusted his glasses as he watched Atsumu prepare to serve. 

"Do you come support your brother at all his games?" He asked, turning his attention back to Osamu. 

"Nah," Osamu said, setting the bag of onigiri down. "Just when I wanna take a little break from working in a shop."

Akaashi nodded his head. Before he could say anything else, a loud whistle was blown, and the referee signaled Atsumu"s serve was out. 

"Lame." Osamu looked as unimpressed as he sounded. "Tried way too hard to look fancy at the start." 

Akaashi laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Anyway," Osamu said, folding the brown paper bag. "Do you come to all the Jackals" games?" 

"Not all," Akaashi said, digging into his backpack for his wallet. "But I try to come to as many as I can to support Koutarou." He gestured to the bag. "How much?"

"Consider it on the house." Osamu pushed the bag against the countertop, smiling at Akaashi. "For an old familiar face." 

Akaashi furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?" 

"Of course," Osamu said. 

"Thank you." Akaashi slipped his wallet back into his backpack and grabbed the bag of onigiri. "Your rice balls are very good. Have you opened a Tokyo branch yet?" 

"Not yet," Osamu sighed, readjusting his cap. "But I"ve been thinking about branching out."

"I"ll be your first customer when you do," Akaashi said. 

"In that case, can I have your number, Akaashi Keiji?" Osamu leaned forward against the countertop. He had a look in his eyes Akaashi couldn"t make out. "I"ll give you a call once I have a branch in Tokyo."

Heat flooded Akaashi"s veins, painting his cheeks in a rosy color, as Osamu continued looking at Akaashi. His eyes examined Akaashi under fluorescent lights and Akaashi liked the attention. 

Akaashi reached for a pen from his backpack"s front pocket. He grabbed Osamu"s hand, ignoring how nice the rough edges felt under his smooth fingertips, and scribbled his number across Osamu"s palm. 

"I look forward to your call, Myaa-sam." 

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When Akaashi gave his number to Osamu, the last thing he expected was to become friends with Osamu. 

But it came easily, naturally, between the two. 

They casually exchanged texts, sending each other food blogs, recipes, memes. At the volleyball games, Akaashi found himself watching from Osamu"s stand or Osamu would join Akaashi in the stands. 

Having a new friend was nice. With Osamu"s friendship, Akaashi was less lonely as Bokuto"s nights practicing grew longer. He could—

A vibration against his desk grabbed his attention. Akaashi"s eyes darted to the new notification on his phone. He smiled at Osamu"s name and unlocked his phone. 

Miya Osamu 

>> [6:52pm] update on onigiri miya (tokyo) 

>> [6:52pm] i"ll be looking at locations this weekend

Akaashi Keiji

<< [6:53pm] How soon can I expect your call? 

Akaashi pursed his lips as the phone began to ring in his hand. He stared at Osamu"s name taking up the entire screen, then answered the call on the third ring. 

"Akaashi Keiji," Osamu said, and Akaashi tried to convince himself he didn"t like Osamu saying his name at any given chance. "Would you like to see the locations with me this Saturday?"

"Me?" Akaashi said, not caring to hide the confusion in his voice. 

"I"m sure you"ll be my most loyal customer and find yourself at my shop for long hours, so I"d like your input." 

Akaashi looked at the calendar hanging above his desk. Dark red lines crossed out a restaurant reservation. 

"Koutarou and I had a date planned this Saturday—"

"I don"t mean to impose—"

"But we canceled our reservation because of an event he has to attend." Akaashi sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "So, I"ll join you—it"d be better to go out than do nothing at home." 

"I"ll make it worth your while, Akaashi Keiji."

Akaashi laughed. "I look forward to it, Myaa-sam."

"Likewise. I"ll text you more details about it." 

Akaashi ended the call with a smile. 

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Saturday came slower than usual; Akaashi blamed the fact that he was looking forward to it. The February air felt colder than usual, and no matter how many times Akaashi buried his face in the thick gray scarf, he still shivered with each step he took. 

"Let"s get some coffee after this stop, yeah?" Osamu said, removing his beanie. He slid it over Akaashi"s head and grinned. "I don"t want you freezing on me, Akaashi Keiji." 

Akaashi, completely dumbfounded, could only stare. He looked at Osamu"s kind eyes, the red in his lips slowly matching his cheeks, the strands of hair that poked out after being freed. Osamu tilted his head to the side, a bashful smile on his rosy lips. 

"You okay?" 

"Ah—yes," Akaashi finally said, nodding his head once. He adjusted the beanie and hesitantly looked at Osamu. "Thank you, and coffee would be great." 

"Great," Osamu said as they rounded a corner. He waved at an older woman standing outside a small, quaint building and then smirked at Akaashi. "We have a long day ahead of us and will need lots of energy to get through it." 

Akaashi hummed, bumping his shoulder against Osamu"s. "I"m up for the challenge."

Coffee was not enough. 

Osamu, Akaashi realized, was captious. Each location they visited was exceptional, but Osamu managed to find a fault with each one—the layout of the kitchen, the size of the doorways, the texture of the walls. Osamu was a difficult man to please, and Akaashi reasoned that Osamu needed his second branch opening to be perfect. 

"I think this will be the lucky one," Osamu said as they followed the realtor into the vacant building. 

"I hope so," Akaashi muttered into his scarf. 

As Osamu began talking with the realtor about the location, Akaashi looked around the room, trying to envision how the restaurant would look. He could picture himself sitting at the bar table and watching Osamu make his order; the thought made him smile. 

Akaashi stole a glance of Osamu. He noticed the hint of a shine in Osamu"s eyes as he walked with the realtor—this was the lucky place. 

Within half an hour, Akaashi and Osamu were leaving the soon-to-be Onigiri Miya (Tokyo) branch with lazy smiles.

"I"m starving and tired," Osamu sighed. "I did not expect this to take all day." 

Akaashi laughed. "Me, too. Nothing sounds better than a hot shower and a home cooked meal." 

"I"ll cook you a meal at your apartment," Osamu said. "That is, if you don"t mind. It"ll be my way of saying thank you for today."

"There"s no need to thank me," Akaashi said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I wanted to come."

Osamu hummed. "Regardless, I"d like to show my gratitude." 

Akaashi considered his options: declining and eating a ramen packet alone while Bokuto was at the event or getting a home cooked meal from Miya Osamu. He came to an answer within seconds.

"You"re in luck, Myaa-sam," Akaashi smiled at Osamu, "Koutarou and I went grocery shopping yesterday, so you"ll have decent ingredients to work with."

Osamu chuckled, holding his arm out in front of them. "Lead the way home, Akaashi Keiji." 

One delicious chicken katsu meal—and a few bottles of sake—later, Akaashi found himself doubling over as Osamu told him another story from the Inarizaki training camps. If he was more sober, he might have felt guilty for laughing at the expense of Atsumu. 

"And that all happened on the second day," Osamu said, taking another swig from the bottle. "So, for the rest of the week he had a sunburn shaped like a dick on his arm."

"And did Atsumu-san get revenge?" Akaashi asked, quirking a brow.

"Well," Osamu scratched the back of his neck, a charming smile on his lips, "it took me the rest of the summer to grow out my eyebrows." 

Akaashi took a deep breath but lost his composure all at once. He couldn"t picture Osamu without eyebrows, but he knew Osamu would be undeniably handsome. 

"And he only shaved one," Osamu sighed, grimacing at the memory. "I couldn"t take that, so I had to get him back by shaving a circle on the back of his head."

Akaashi"s laughter grew louder, and Osamu joined him. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and his stomach was starting to hurt. "Well, I"m glad your eyebrows are back, and that Atsumu-san doesn"t have a bald spot."

"Me, too," Osamu sighed, shifting closer to Akaashi. "Tsumu would never let me hear the end of it otherwise." 

"I"m sure," Akaashi said. "But I think you"d still look nice without your eyebrows."

"I don"t know about that," Osamu chuckled. "But you," his hand cupped Akaashi"s cheek and brushed an eyebrow, "definitely would." 

Osamu"s hand was gone within seconds and Akaashi missed the warm touch. He licked his lips, noticing how close he was to Osamu and the heavy hand above his knee. Akaashi looked at Osamu"s parting lips, then to Osamu"s eyes. He steadily inhaled and leaned in. 

Osamu stole the breath as he met Akaashi halfway. His lips were a bit chapped and Akaashi could taste the sake on them, and he loved every second of it. 

The kiss ended too soon. Akaashi and Osamu both stared at each other, their deep breaths filled the quiet room. Another beat passed and then they were latching on to each other again.

Akaashi gasped as Osamu grabbed his hips and brought Akaashi onto his lap. Akaashi felt Osamu"s growing bulge against his own and surged his hips forward. 

Osamu"s hands gripped Akaashi"s waist, ass, lower back, every inch they could explore. His lips worked against Akaashi"s, pulling moan after moan from him. 

Myaa-sam. Akaashi wasn"t sure if the name came out of him or if he merely thought it, but Osamu groaned and held Akaashi against him tighter. 

Akaashi desperately rocked his hips against Osamu. He moaned into the kiss as Osamu held him down and thrusted upwards once. 

"Fuck, Akaashi—" Osamu mouthed at Akaashi"s neck. "Look at you trying to get off by bouncing on my lap fully clothed." 

There was a hint of awe mixed with lust and it lit a spark in Akaashi"s lower stomach. 

Osamu thrusted up again and Akaashi whimpered, throwing his head back. He sighed as he felt Osamu’s wet tongue lick his collarbone before sucking on the skin.  

The spark ignited a fire that spread through Akaashi. It seared him in pleasure. He didn"t think about the consequences of his actions, the marks Osamu was leaving on his exposed skin, how he hadn"t felt this good in ages. There was only Osamu—his skillful lips and tongue that left Akaashi an incoherent mess; his rough hands that traced the soft dips under Akaashi"s shirt; the quiet groans that were passed between the two. 

"Myaa-sam," Akaashi said, digging his fingers into the waistband of Osamu"s pants. "I need more." 

Osamu buried a hand in Akaashi"s hair. He pulled, tilting Akaashi"s head back, and licked a broad stripe across Akaashi"s throat. "Is that any way to ask for something, darling?" 

Akaashi shuddered at the pet name. "Please," he said, pushing harder against Osamu"s hard cock. "Can I have more, Myaa-sam? Please." 

Instead of answering, Osamu unbuttoned his and Akaashi"s pants. He pushed down their underwear, spit into his hand, and took them both into his hand. 

Akaashi whined, resting his forehead against Osamu"s. He gasped for air, adding fuel to the fire, as Osamu slowly stroked their cocks together. 

"Look at me," Osamu said, stilling his hand. He held Akaashi"s chin and smiled. "I want to see you."

Akaashi sat up, reveling in Osamu"s attention. He took in Osamu"s messy hair, his red cheeks, the hand around them. Akaashi"s eyes finally landed on Osamu"s, and Osamu continued to stroke their cocks. 

"Beautiful," Osamu groaned, thumbing at Akaashi"s slit. Akaashi moaned and reached behind himself, grabbing Osamu"s knee for balance. "You"re shaking in my lap, "Kaashi. Are you that desperate to come?"

Akaashi nodded his head, willing himself to keep his eyes open. He couldn"t bear to not see Osamu"s face—his dark eyes, bright cheeks, kiss swollen lips. "Yes, please." 

Akaashi leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Osamu"s neck, and carding his fingers through Osamu"s hair, and kissed Osamu. He moaned against Osamu"s mouth as he fucked into Osamu"s hand. He needed more. 

"Myaa-sam, please, please," Akaashi cried. His teeth grazed Osamu"s bottom lip, then he sucked. "So—close." 

Osamu didn"t stop. He reconnected their lips and began meeting Akaashi"s hips. 

"Go on then, "Kaashi. Come for me." 

Akaashi"s body stilled for a second then trembled as he came all over Osamu"s hands. He could hear his rapid heart in his ears, feel the pounding with each breath he took. 

Osamu came right after, suppressing his moans by kissing Akaashi. He stopped stroking their cocks and slowly pulled away from the kiss.

Akaashi looked down at Osamu"s cum covered hand and brought it to his lips. He licked each drop, moaning around Osamu"s fingers. Once Osamu"s hand was clean, he kissed Osamu again. 

"Taste so good," Osamu said against Akaashi"s lips. 

Akaashi pulled away, a fresh warmth rushing to his cheeks. Before he could respond, he heard a loud laugh from outside the apartment. 

"Koutarou." 

Akaashi was straddling Osamu and he was finally thinking about his boyfriend. 

They scrambled to pull themselves apart. Akaashi sat on the other end of the sofa just as Bokuto opened their front door. He could feel his heart rattling against his chest, almost as strong as his shaking hands. He squeezed his hands and flashed a smile as Bokuto walked into the living room. 

"Myaa-sam!" he shouted, a wide smile forming. "How did the location scouting go? Can Keiji and I expect to have date nights at Onigiri Miya soon?" 

"It went great." Osamu returned the smile with ease. "I"ll have a special booth just for you and Akaashi-kun." 

Bokuto laughed and was quick to start a longer conversation. Akaashi could only watch as the two exchanged friendly banter until his reality finally caught up with him. 

He cheated on Bokuto. 

He cheated on Bokuto, and he didn"t feel guilty. 

Akaashi jumped to his feet and greeted Bokuto with a kiss. "Welcome home."

"Have you been drinking?" Bokuto asked, puzzled. 

"Myaa-sam and I had a few drinks to celebrate," Akaashi said, gesturing to the empty sake bottles. "I was really excited."

"Akaashi-kun can"t wait to eat from my shop every day," Osamu added, running a hand through his hair. 

"He"ll be your most loyal customer." Bokuto grinned, kissing Akaashi"s temple. 

"I"m sure he will," Osamu said, smiling at Akaashi. 

Akaashi tried to ignore the fire sparking in his veins. 

"But I should get going—"

"You should stay the night here," Bokuto said. "It"s late and the trains have stopped running."

Osamu pursed his lips. His eyes flashed to Akaashi"s. 

"That"s a good idea," Akaashi said. He didn"t want to see Osamu leave just yet. "It"s not safe for you to walk back to your hotel after all those drinks."

Osamu nodded his head once. "Okay. Thank you."

"Keiji can lend you some of our clothes while I go hop in the shower," Bokuto said, then kissed Akaashi"s cheek. "I missed you today." 

Akaashi held onto Osamu"s piercing eyes. "Me, too."

Bokuto smiled at them both one last time before heading to the bedroom. 

Akaashi and Osamu were left alone, staring at each other. Neither of the two said anything and began to clean their mess. 

Akaashi only spoke as he showed Osamu to the guest bedroom and gave Osamu a pair of Bokuto"s pajama pants. Osamu thanked him and retreated to the room. 

"Shit," Akaashi whispered as he looked at the guest bedroom door. He willed himself to move and dragged his feet against the floor until he was stepping into his room. "Shit." 

Sleep did not welcome Akaashi. He tossed and turned in bed, careful to not wake Bokuto. Every time Akaashi closed his eyes, he saw Osamu. His smirk. Hooded eyes. Cum stained hands. 

Akaashi could feel the blood rushing below. He sighed, uncovering himself and stepping out of bed. He quietly closed the bedroom door behind him and walked towards the kitchen. He froze as he stepped into the lit kitchen.

Miya Osamu stood there, shirtless and in Bokuto"s pajama pants, in all his glory, drinking a glass of water. 

Osamu set the glass down. "Couldn"t sleep, too?"

"No," Akaashi said, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. He served himself water and stood across from Osamu. "Couldn"t stop thinking…"

Osamu raised a brow and walked around the counter. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. A genuine look of concern washed over his beautiful features. "About what?" 

Akaashi finished his water and set the cups aside. He took a step forward and met Osamu"s curious eyes. 

"You." Akaashi"s eyes raked over Osamu. "I"ve been thinking about you." 

Osamu smirked. "Oh?" 

"It"s quite annoying—I can"t sleep," Akaashi sighed, resting his forearms on the counter. He traced random patterns and felt Osamu stares. "I think you should do something about it."

Osamu slid behind Akaashi, pressing his firm chest against Akaashi"s back. "Like what?" Osamu asked, his hand trailing under Akaashi"s t-shirt. "Fuck you?" He pressed his chub against Akaashi"s ass as his other hand rubbed Akaashi"s hardening cock through his boxers. "Should I fuck you, Akaashi Keiji?" 

Akaashi sighed, turning his head to look at Osamu. "Yes," he said, then kissed Osamu. 

He failed to hold back a moan as Osamu"s hand dipped into his underwear. Osamu firmly grabbed Akaashi"s shaft, and Akaashi moaned again, only for Osamu to swallow the quiet noises coming from him. 

Osamu thumbed at Akaashi"s cockhead and groaned. "You"re already leaking for me," he murmured, then kissed Akaashi with a newfound hunger. 

Akaashi couldn"t hold back his desperation to come any better than he could hold back his moans. He fucked into Osamu"s hand, his hips digging into the counter with each thrust. 

"Do you get this desperate with your boyfriend, Keiji?" Osamu asked, his teeth marking Akaashi"s exposed neck. "Or will anyone"s touch leave you like this?" 

Akaashi"s knees buckled, but Osamu caught him before he could fall against the counter. He bit his bottom lip, questioning how he didn"t break the skin, to suppress his moans. 

"You"re already close?" Osamu taunted, keeping the same rhythm that had Akaashi seconds from seeing stars. 

Akaashi swore he"d strain his neck from how fast he shook his head, but he couldn"t stop. He wanted to come from Osamu"s hands and words. He closed his eyes, ready to give in. 

But before his climax could hit him. Osamu stopped and kissed his temple. "Not yet, angel." 

Akaashi croaked, almost embarrassed for the whines he let out. 

Osamu brought his hand to Akaashi"s lips, coating his lips with precum. "Get them nice and wet for me, Keiji," he said, slipping two fingers past Akaashi"s glistening lips. 

Akaashi sucked on Osamu"s fingers like he was a starving man. His tongue lapped at Osamu"s fingers as Osamu grinded against him, groaning in his ear. Use me, Akaashi thought. Please, use me, Osamu. 

"Fuck—Keiji." 

Osamu removed his fingers from Akaashi"s mouth and pulled down Akaashi"s underwear with the others. He grabbed the base of Akaashi"s neck and pushed him against the counter, then inserted two fingers into Akaashi. 

Akaashi hissed—the counter was a harsh winter against his flushed skin, and Osamu"s fingers did not wait. Osamu"s pace was relentless. He scissored his fingers, stretching Akaashi open. The stretch stung, sending small aftershocks of pain, but Akaashi loved it. 

He groaned into the counter as Osamu"s fingers alternated between massaging his prostate and fucking him open. Akaashi was close to coming again. Still, he wanted more, to come with a cock buried deep inside him. 

"Myaa-sam." His throat ached with desire. "Please fuck me." 

Osamu ignored him, and Akaashi almost toppled over the edge.

"Please, Myaa-sam." He pushed back against Osamu"s fingers. "I need you—need your cock in me, Myaa-sam. Please." 

Akaashi felt the weight of Osamu"s chest against his back again, then a kiss on his shoulder. "I"ll give you everything you want, darling." 

Osamu pulled his fingers out and filled Akaashi to the brim before he could whine at the loss of feeling full. Osamu didn"t hold back; he gripped Akaashi"s hips and fucked Akaashi like it was his only purpose. 

Akaashi"s breath caught in his throat with each thrust. He moaned as Osamu grabbed a fistful of his hair and made him stand again. 

Osamu mouthed at Akaashi"s neck. "I"ve been wanting to fuck you since I laid eyes on you at the Jackals game." The sudden confession added to Akaashi"s pleasure. "I couldn"t keep my eyes off you the entire game—I could only think about fucking you in the restroom, my truck, back at my shop." 

Akaashi moaned, shuddering with each deep thrust. Despite the searing pleasure, Akaashi was shocked that Osamu had wanted him for so long. 

"And earlier on the couch, I wanted to fuck you so bad." Osamu shifted his hips, causing the new angle to hit Akaashi"s prostate with each thrust. "I wanted to fill you up with my cum like if you were mine." 

"Fill me up with your cum." Akaashi"s mind grew hazier in pleasure. "Fill me up with your cum, Osamu. Breed me."

Osamu stilled, then thrusted into Akaashi hard enough to make him buckle forward. "Yeah?" Osamu breathed, licking the visible vein just below Akaashi"s ear. "Want me to paint the inside of your pretty walls? Fill this tight hole until you"re leaking with my cum and only look like a used toy?" 

Akaashi closed his eyes. "Yes, yes, yes, Osamu. Yes, please." 

He couldn"t contain his moans anymore. He didn"t care to; he only wanted to be full of Osamu. 

Osamu shoved two fingers into Akaashi"s mouth. "Not too loud, angel. You"ll wake your boyfriend." 

Akaashi moaned again. Though, now they were quiet, stifled. He was seconds from falling apart—he wanted to—but he wanted Osamu to come undone first. He tightened against each thrust, holding back his high as Osamu groaned in his ear and fucked him stupid. Soon enough, Akaashi was shaking along with Osamu as Osamu came inside him, moaning Akaashi"s name. 

Before Akaashi could follow, Osamu pulled out. Akaashi didn"t have time to reset as Osamu licked into his hole and began stroking his aching cock. 

Akaashi called Osamu"s name—it was all he could say—until he was biting into his fist and coming harder than he ever had before. 

"So good, Keiji," Osamu repeated. "Taste so good, angel." 

Akaashi woke up to the smell of coffee. It was strong and Akaashi was certain the smell covered every inch of the apartment. He caught on to the smell of food next, and it sent a shock through him to get up.

He hauled himself out of bed and to the restroom. As he washed his face and brushed his teeth, flashes of Osamu fucking him flooded his mind. 

He could ignore the memories, pretend they didn"t happen, but he couldn"t shake the fact that it was the best orgasm he ever had. 

Akaashi frowned as he looked at himself. An empty pit filled his stomach, gnawed in every direction until it crept up his throat. And yet, Akaashi continued to reminisce; he even looked forward to saying farewell to Osamu. 

As Akaashi stepped into the kitchen, he was shocked yet again. He was greeted by golden eyes and a wide smile. 

"Morning, Keiji," Bokuto said, stepping away from the countertop. He kissed Keiji"s cheek then returned to cracking eggs open into a bowl. "I"m making us breakfast." 

Akaashi smiled. "That"s sweet." He looked back towards the guest bedroom. "Is Myaa-sam not awake yet?" 

"You just missed him—he had to check out of his hotel by nine." Bokuto began stirring the eggs, grinning as the mixture splashed in the bowl. "He thanked us for letting him stay the night." 

Akaashi hummed. This was better. He did not need to see Osamu nor be reminded of his mistake. He would lock away the memory, and for the sake of his relationship, move on. 

"I"m going to shower while you finish up," he said, running a hand through his messy curls. 

"I"ll have the best meal of your life prepared by the time you come back to me," Bokuto said. 

Akaashi kissed Bokuto. "Can"t wait."

Akaashi"s phone buzzed against the nightstand as he dried his hair. He let the towel sit around his shoulders and grabbed his phone. 

Miya Osamu 

>> [9:05am] i look forward to seeing you again once i"m back in tokyo, keiji 

Akaashi"s thumb hovered over the keyboard. He reread the message over and over, trying to think of the best response. 

I look forward to seeing you, too. 

That was the best sex I"ve ever had. 

Last night was a mistake . 

I can"t stop thinking about you .

I am in a happy and loving relationship with Koutarou; let"s forget about last night and move on .

"Keiji! I made your coffee!" 

Akaashi read Osamu"s message one last time before deleting it.

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Akaashi always hated the first day of Spring. It was cold and windy and had a high chance of rain. It was an extension of Winter, and Akaashi forgot his damn winter coat at home. 

"Don"t worry, Keiji," Bokuto said, his breath visible in the air. He squeezed Akaashi"s side and held him closer. "We"re a block away from the shop." 

Akaashi shivered. He was cold and tired and not ready to face Miya Osamu. 

He avoided Osamu entirely after that night. He deleted his messages, sent food blog reviews to Kenma instead, buried himself in work to steer clear of a memory crawling under his skin. He successfully shunned Osamu until Bokuto came home two nights ago beaming about the Onigiri Miya Tokyo branch opening. 

"In we go," Bokuto said as he opened the door. "Let"s get you warmed up with Myaa-sam"s rice balls."

Akaashi smiled, holding onto Bokuto"s hand as he led the way. His smile widened as he took in the shop. Paintings and framed pictures of Osamu with his friends and family covered the walls. Pothos hung from the corners of the ceiling, their long vines draped across the walls" crowning. 

As they sat on the countertop table—with the perfect view of the employees making the food—the smell of onigiri flooded Akaashi"s senses. An ache in his stomach grew. 

"It"s quite busy," Bokuto said, looking at the occupied tables and booths and the line forming behind the counter. He glanced at his watch. "The rest of the team should be showing up soon. Do you want me to order for us before then?"

Akaashi"s stomach growled again, but the chatter and low music in the shop drowned it out. "Let"s wait—" 

"Bokuto-san! Akaashi-san!" 

Akaashi turned in time to see Hinata walking towards them with the rest of the team following. He greeted each member, making small talk here and there as they moved to sit at a booth. 

Within seconds of sitting down, Osamu was waving as he walked towards their booth. Akaashi had seen Osamu in his Onigiri Miya uniform before, but now that he knew what lay underneath the clothing and how Osamu moaned when he came, Akaashi could only think about ripping off the uniform. He wanted to map every inch of Osamu"s skin, dip his hands into—

"Welcome to Onigiri Miya." Osamu"s smile was golden and reeled in Akaashi"s thoughts. "What can I get you all?" 

One by one the table gave their order. Osamu listened attentively, scribbling in his notebook. But Akaashi could feel Osamu"s gaze after every few seconds, and he hated how much he liked it.

"I have to use the restroom," Akaashi whispered to Bokuto. "Will you order for me?"

Bokuto smiled. "Of course, Keiji."

Akaashi thanked him, then excused himself from the table. He bolted to the restroom, and even then, he could feel Osamu"s lingering eyes. He was grateful the restroom was empty and hurried to the sink. He pushed his glasses up and splashed himself with water. 

He needed to pull himself together. Osamu was a friend—no. An acquaintance. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Akaashi dried his face, took a deep breath, and opened the door. His breath got caught in his throat, causing him to have a coughing fit as Osamu stood less than a meter away in the hallway. 

"Are you okay, "Kaashi?" Osamu stepped closer, reaching for Akaashi. 

"I"m fine." Akaashi pushed his hand away and massaged his throat. "What are you doing here?" 

"Don"t you think we should talk about it?" Osamu crossed his arms. "It"s been over a month, and we never talked about it. So, I thought we could—"

"That was a mistake," Akaashi said, shaking his head. "It won"t happen again. I"m in a happy relationship."  

Osamu smirked. "Are you telling me or trying to convince yourself of that, Akaashi Keiji?" 

Akaashi narrowed his eyes. He pushed Osamu against the wall. "I"m telling you." 

"I hear you loud and clear," Osamu said, his smirk never wavering. 

Akaashi didn"t miss the dip of Osamu"s eyes or his tongue poking out to lick his lips. Despite himself, he wanted to feel that skillful tongue again; in his mouth, gliding across his neck, dipping inside of him to stretch him open. 

Before he could second guess himself, Akaashi kissed Osamu. He pressed his body against Osamu"s, moaning as Osamu sucked on the tip of his tongue. The feeling was gone too soon as Osamu pulled away and left wet kisses across Akaashi"s jaw. 

"I haven"t stopped thinking about you and fucking this pretty mouth of yours." Osamu"s lips brushed against Akaashi"s ears, sparking goosebumps across Akaashi"s skin. "And here you are now—making out with me in this hallway while your boyfriend and our friends are so close." 

Akaashi shuddered, taking a step back. He looked at Osamu"s smirk, then to the entrance of the hallway. 

Bokuto was close; he could come check on Akaashi and find him clinging to Osamu. It was wrong. 

And yet, the thought turned Akaashi on even more.

He grabbed Osamu by the shirt collar and pulled him into the restroom. He locked the door before pushing Osamu against it. 

"Then fuck my mouth," Akaashi said. "Fuck my mouth, Osamu." 

Osamu hummed. He grabbed Akaashi"s chin and tilted it upwards. "We"ve been over this, Keiji. Is that any way of asking for something?" 

Akaashi dropped to his knees. His fingers dug into Osamu"s waist, wanting to leave an imprint even with pants as a barrier. Akaashi looked up at Osamu. "Will you fuck my mouth, Myaa-sam? Please." He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Osamu"s bulge. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

Osamu cradled Akaashi"s jaw. "You can do better than that, Keiji." 

Akaashi parted his lips and traced the imprint of Osamu"s hard on with his tongue. He didn"t think about the layers of clothing separating him from Osamu"s cock; instead, he closed his eyes and pretended he was teasing Osamu. He mouthed at Osamu"s cock and moaned. 

"Getting all worked up and you don"t even have a cock in your mouth?" Osamu"s thumb slid across Akaashi"s cheek. "Just how much of a cock slut are you, Keiji?"

Akaashi groaned, feeling the precum leaking from his slit. He met Osamu"s dark eyes and almost came on the spot. "I need you to fill me up again. Please, Osamu." 

"Go on then, darling," Osamu said, running a hand through Akaashi"s hair. "Put that pretty mouth to use." 

Akaashi unbuttoned Osamu"s pants, tugging them and his underwear down. His mouth watered at the sight of Osamu"s cock. 

The tip glistened with precum and Akaashi could already taste it on his lips. He kissed Osamu"s cockhead, then pressed his tongue flat against it. "Taste so good already," Akaashi murmured, then licked up Osamu"s shaft. 

Osamu sighed, tugging on Akaashi"s hair. Akaashi moaned and swallowed Osamu whole. His cock twitched in his pants as Osamu"s tip grazed the back of his throat. 

"I didn"t know you were such a risk taker, Keiji," Osamu said. He held the back of Akaashi"s neck as he thrusted once into Akaashi"s mouth. "I"m starting to think you like the possibility of getting caught by your boyfriend."

Akaashi groaned. His jaw went lax, and he relinquished control as Osamu directed his movements. 

"Do you want him to see what a slut you are, Keiji?" Osamu asked, each thrust going in deeper and deeper. "Do you want him to see how you beg to be filled with my cum? How you get off from sucking me off?" 

Akaashi trembled, moaning around Osamu"s thick cock as he felt himself fall apart.

He didn"t know what was wrong with himself. If someone told him that he"d be cheating on his loving boyfriend, begging to have his mouth fucked in a restaurant"s restroom, he would have laughed at the absurdity of it. But there he was, giving Miya Osamu the sloppiest blowjob—letting himself be used—and seconds away from coming in his pants. 

"Fuck—Keiji." Osamu thrusted into Akaashi"s mouth faster. "Feels like you were made to suck my cock." 

Osamu"s words pushed Akaashi over the edge. He shook, his moans covered by his deep inhales through his nose as Osamu pounded into his mouth. A hand reached for his groin and he desperately touched himself through his pants, prolonging his orgasm. 

Osamu stilled, pulling Akaashi off his cock. "Did you just—" His eyes landed on Akaashi"s hand trying to cover the wet spot on his jeans, and a grin spread across his sweet lips. "God, you"re so perfect." 

The embarrassment Akaashi felt subsided as Osamu pushed his cock back into his mouth and moaned. Akaashi could feel the spit running down his chin as Osamu continued to fuck his mouth, but he didn"t care. All he wanted was to feel Osamu"s cock twitching in his mouth, feel Osamu"s cum going down his throat.

Osamu moaned above him; eyes glued to Akaashi"s. He pulled out and stroked himself until he was spilling on Akaashi"s face and glasses. 

Akaashi groaned, looking up at Osamu. 

"Look at you, Keiji." Osamu wiped his cum from Akaashi"s cheek, then pressed his thumb between Akaashi"s wet lips. "My personal little cum slut."

Akaashi slid into the booth, taking his spot next to Bokuto. He rested his head on Bokuto"s shoulder. 

"You okay, Keiji?" Bokuto asked, kissing the top of Akaashi"s head. "You were gone a little long."

Akaashi glanced at Osamu approaching their booth, a tray filled with onigiri in his hands. "Yeah," he said. "I was feeling a little under the weather, but I"m better now."

Bokuto pulled back and kissed Akaashi"s cheek. "I"m glad you are, but if you start feeling sick again, just let me know and we can go home."

Akaashi"s chest tightened. He faked a smile and nodded his head. "Okay." 

Akaashi watched as Bokuto"s chest rose and fell in a steady manner. He looked beautiful, at peace. Akaashi"s throat tightened as he thought about his past actions and how they"d hurt Bokuto. 

They were wrong, impulsive. Would Bokuto understand that? Forgive him for it?

Akaashi couldn"t even understand it himself. He couldn"t forgive himself and he didn"t think he deserved Bokuto to—

His phone screen lit up, illuminating the dark room for a few seconds before the room submerged in darkness again. Akaashi unlocked his phone.

Miya Osamu 

>> [10:03pm] i look forward to seeing you again, keiji

Akaashi stared at the message. His mind betrayed him as it replayed memories of Osamu kissing him. 

He knew it was wrong. 

But he wanted it anyway.

Akaashi Keiji 

<< [10:05pm] Likewise, Osamu. 

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Akaashi visited Onigiri Miya often—he lost track of how many times he went to Osamu. After each visit, he"d swear that was the last time and that he was done with Osamu for good. He"d go a week without seeing Osamu and pretending he wasn"t ruining his relationship with Bokuto, but then the gnawing hunger would creep up on him, and Akaashi waltzed back to Osamu. Eventually, he stopped pretending that it would be the last time. 

Osamu was addicting. He"d break Akaashi down to pieces only to build him up and repeat the process. He knew how Akaashi wanted to be fucked and delivered. He didn"t hold back. 

Osamu took Akaashi in Onigiri Miya—the restroom, the storage room, even the booth Akaashi and Bokuto always sat at ("So you can think of me when you"re here on a date with your boyfriend," Osamu had said as he made Akaashi come all over Bokuto"s seat.). He fucked Akaashi at his apartment, at Akaashi"s and Bokuto"s apartment; Akaashi came undone faster when Osamu fucked him in his and Bokuto"s bed than anywhere else. Osamu would even fuck Akaashi during Bokuto"s volleyball games and taunt Akaashi for missing his boyfriend"s dedicated serves and kills. 

So, Akaashi wasn"t surprised when Osamu squeezed his knee during the middle of the second set. If anything, he expected it—hoped for it. 

Within minutes, the two were stumbling into the restroom and locking themselves in a stall. 

Akaashi sighed as Osamu"s knee pressed between his legs. He grinded against it, panting in Osamu"s ear as Osamu kissed along his neck. 

"So desperate," Osamu murmured before connecting their lips. He kissed down Akaashi"s jaw, his teeth nipping along the smooth skin. "My shameless slut." 

Akaashi moaned, bucking his hips faster. "Myaa-sam." 

Osamu"s hands slid into Akaashi"s underwear. His fingers circled Akaashi"s rim and a chuckle fell from him.

Akaashi shuddered. 

"Is this why you"re so close?" Osamu asked, pushing the butt plug deeper. Akaashi moaned loud enough for Osamu to kiss him quiet. "God, you really are shameless—wearing a butt plug to your boyfriend"s volleyball game with the expectations of being fucked by me." 

"Myaa-sam," Akaashi whimpered. "Fuck me already." 

Osamu smirked, applying pressure on the butt plug again. "Is that any way of asking, Keiji?" He kissed Akaashi"s temple. "Hm?" 

"Please—" Akaashi shuddered, his head falling to Osamu"s shoulder. He couldn"t think, let alone form coherent words, as Osamu slowly fucked him with the butt plug. 

"Try again, darling." Osamu kissed a trail down Akaashi"s neck, each one becoming more desperate. He continued toying with Akaashi. "Go on, Keiji—ask me again." 

Akaashi peeled himself away from Osamu. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, along with his underwear, to his ankles. He pressed his palms against the cool wall of the restroom stall. "Osamu," he breathed, looking over his shoulder as he arched his back. "Please fuck me. I need you." 

Osamu was removing the butt plug and shoving two fingers into Akaashi before he could beg for more. "How can I say no when you ask so nicely?" 

Akaashi cried, failing to grip the smooth wall.

Osamu"s fingers worked achingly slow inside Akaashi, massaging every spot but his prostate. And yet, Osamu had Akaashi"s knees buckling.

"Osamu," Akaashi whined, trying to push back against Osamu"s fingers. 

He needed Osamu to go faster. If they didn"t hurry, they"d miss the end of the game. If they didn"t hurry, Bokuto would notice Akaashi wasn"t in the stands. 

Osamu hummed, lightly grazing Akaashi"s prostate. He scissored his fingers, earning quiet moans from Akaashi"s sweet lips.  

"I thought—" Akaashi gasped as Osamu added a third finger. This time Osamu only hit Akaashi"s prostate. 

Akaashi could feel Osamu"s smirk against his nape. 

"Hm?" 

Akaashi took a deep breath. "I thought you—ahh—were going to fuck me." 

"I am fucking you," Osamu said, emphasizing each word with the thrust of his fingers. 

Akaashi could feel his orgasm creeping up on him, but he refused to come yet. He wanted to come with Osamu"s cock buried in him. 

"I want—your cock." Akaashi looked over his shoulder again and met Osamu"s piercing eyes. "Please fuck me with your cock. Please, Osamu—"

Osamu kissed him. He licked into Akaashi"s mouth and groaned, causing Akaashi to almost come. Osamu hit Akaashi"s prostate one last time before pulling his fingers out. He pushed his leaking cock seconds later and left Akaashi gasping. 

"Osamu—" Akaashi"s head fell against the wall. Each thrust left him shaking, biting his hand to suppress his moans. The last thing he wanted was for someone to walk in and catch him being fucked by Osamu when he was supposed to be cheering for his boyfriend. 

"So perfect," Osamu cooed, kissing below Akaashi"s ear. "You take my cock so well." 

Akaashi whimpered. "Please, Osamu—" 

"Go ahead, angel," Osamu said, tightening his grip on Akaashi"s waist. His deep thrusts didn"t relent. "I know you"ve been waiting to come with my cock in you—my perfect cock slut." 

Akaashi"s entire body tightened, then relaxed as he came. He moaned Osamu"s name and strung along incoherent sentences. Osamu coaxed him through his orgasm, moaning Akaashi"s name mixed with praises. 

Osamu came shortly after, sinking his teeth into Akaashi"s shoulder. He rested his forehead against the bite as the two caught their breath. 

"We have to hurry back," Akaashi said, his mind becoming clearer with each passing second. "Before anyone notices."

Osamu hummed. He carefully eased out of Akaashi. "Let"s clean up." 

Akaashi nodded his head. "Yeah, let"s—" He cringed as he felt Osamu’s cum start to leak from his hole. 

Before more could fall, Osamu pressed his thumb against Akaashi"s hole. Akaashi moaned at the feeling. Osamu swiped his thumb across Akaashi, then was pushing the butt plug into Akaashi again. 

"You look so good stuffed with my cum, Keiji." 

Akaashi clapped as Bokuto scored a fourth ace. He smiled when Bokuto turned to the stands, raising his hands for the fan favorite Bokuto-beam. 

Osamu cheered along with Akaashi; he even did the Bokuto-beam. Akaashi tried not to think about Osamu fucking him then greeting Bokuto with the kindest smile hours later. It was—

The opposing team"s fans roaring captured Akaashi"s attention. He watched as the libero returned to his position after receiving Bokuto"s serve. The rally was quick, back to MSBY within seconds, and Akaashi could only root for Bokuto to score. 

"Look at you," Osamu said, a smirk on his pink lips. "Cheering for your boyfriend as you sit there filled with my cum." 

Akaashi could feel the heat reaching his cheeks. 

Osamu leaned closer; his lips brushing against Akaashi"s ear. "Like I said earlier, my shameless little slut." 

"That last set was perfect, Tsum-Tsum!" Bokuto grinned as he looked between his teammates.

Akaashi smiled, watching as Bokuto continued talking about their volleyball game. He was always enamored by Bokuto"s passion for the sport. 

"The rally was longer than expected. Their libero—" 

Akaashi stiffened as he felt a foot against his ankle. He looked forward in time to see Osamu winking at him then turning to the MSBY players. Akaashi turned his attention to Bokuto again, jolting in his seat when he felt Osamu’s foot rubbing against his calf. 

"Are you okay, Keiji?"

Akaashi looked at Bokuto, noticing his, and their friends, look of concern. "Ah—yes." He cleared his throat, stealing a glance of Osamu. "Just got the chills."

Bokuto shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Akaashi"s shoulders. He kissed Akaashi"s cheek, a blush on his cheeks. "Better?" 

Akaashi smiled. "Yes, thank you."

"Get a room," Atsumu groaned, feigning disgust. "We"re trying to eat here."

Bokuto laughed. He held Akaashi"s hand over the table. "You don"t have to be upset you don"t have a love like ours." 

Atsumu scoffed. "I am not—"

"Bokuto-kun is right, "Tsumu," Osamu said, pillowing his chin on the palm of his hand. "You"re jealous you don"t have a love life—" Akaashi clenched his free hand as Osamu"s foot touched his groin "—like the happy couple." 

Bokuto laughed again and Atsumu began yelling at his brother, but Akaashi could only hear his pounding heart traveling up his chest and making a home in his throat. He thought he"d suffocate under Osamu"s eyes, become undone within seconds. 

"Can we just go back to talking about the game?" Atsumu huffed, practically shouting. 

Akaashi met Osamu"s eyes one last time before rejoining the conversation. His shoulders slumped and he got comfortable in his seat. 

Dinner continued without any hitches. Akaashi even felt proud of himself for joining in on the conversations and keeping his attention only on the conversations. 

"I should be going to the next game if—" Akaashi gasped. He tried to hide the small breath by coughing. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose, as Osamu moved the heel of his foot against Akaashi"s chub. 

"Have some water, Akaashi-san," Hinata said, gesturing to the glass while, in the same breath, Bokuto and Sakusa asked, "Are you okay?"

Akaashi grabbed the glass, drinking half of it. He wiped the corner of his mouth and sighed. "I"m okay," he said. "Thank you." 

"You were saying," Atsumu said, motioning with his hand for Akaashi to continue.

Akaashi glanced at Osamu, and Osamu pressed his foot against Akaashi harder in return. He took another deep breath. "I should go to the game unless Udai-san and I are too busy with work." 

"Hope to see you there, Keiji-kun," Atsumu said. "You can keep Osamu company in the stands again."

Akaashi"s eyes flicked to Osamu. 

"Akaashi-kun is better company than you," Osamu chuckled, nodding his head. "It"s fun talking to a setter who doesn"t…"

Akaashi couldn"t focus on anything Osamu said or Atsumu"s quick remarks. He could only feel Osamu"s foot against him, moving in a slow and steady pace as he started a conversation with Bokuto. Akaashi questioned how Osamu could carry a conversation with Bokuto as he touched Akaashi under the table. But what he questioned more was how much he liked it, how he did get off on the possibility of being caught by his boyfriend. 

Akaashi grabbed Osamu"s ankle and squeezed it. Osamu stumbled on his words as he talked about his shop, but he quickly composed himself. That was the only reaction from Osamu, but Akaashi was pleased with himself anyway. He pushed Osamu"s foot down and excused himself to the restroom, glancing at Osamu before leaving. 

He was careful with his steps as he walked. If he was too fast, then the butt plug and Osamu"s cum would shift inside him. Once in the restroom, Akaashi leaned against the sink and waited. 

It felt like time was standing still and stretching for all of eternity in the same breath. Akaashi looked at his watch—only five minutes had passed. He waited another two minutes before clicking his tongue and leaving the restroom. 

Osamu not showing up—not giving their friends the chance to suspect anything or catch them—should not have made Akaashi mad. But he was, and he was letting his frustration control his actions.

The second he returned to his seat, he squeezed Bokuto"s thigh and let his hand travel higher. "Koutarou," he sighed, resting his head on Bokuto"s shoulder and meeting hungry golden eyes. "I think we should head home soon."

He didn"t need to say more. Within seconds, Bokuto was saying goodbye on their behalf and leading Akaashi away. Akaashi caught a glimpse of Osamu before he left. 

He looked annoyed, and Akaashi smiled in return.  

Akaashi pushed Bokuto against the door as soon as they stepped into their apartment. He didn"t leave a trace of skin untouched. 

"God," Bokuto breathed. "I love when you get like this, Keiji." 

Akaashi met Bokuto"s lips. It wasn"t a kiss, not really. It was desperation for something he couldn"t have, hunger he couldn"t satiate. 

"Slow down, baby," Bokuto cooed, kissing Akaashi"s temple. He squeezed Akaashi"s ass—

The butt plug holding Osamu"s cum.

Akaashi held back a moan as the butt plug brushed against his prostate. He stepped back, feeling as disheveled as Bokuto"s appearance. 

"Let"s take a bath?" 

Bokuto smiled. "Okay."

"Will you get me a change of clothes?" Akaashi asked. "I"ll start the bath." 

Bokuto kissed Akaashi once more before whispering against his lips, "Of course."

Akaashi almost tripped over his feet as he rushed to the restroom. He turned on the water as he undressed himself. He bit his lip, suppressing his groans, as he removed the butt plug. He cleaned himself, listening for Bokuto"s footsteps, then slipped into the tub. Just as he settled in, Bokuto walked into the restroom with a wide grin. 

Akaashi didn"t want to think about Osamu that night, but as Bokuto fucked him from behind and held his waist, Akaashi could only think about Osamu fucking him. He came to the thought of Osamu, and cringed at himself when Bokuto followed right after, mumbling I love yous.

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Akaashi was supposed to be on a train ride with Bokuto. He should have been holding Bokuto"s hands and smiling as Bokuto rested on his shoulder, practicing how he"d greet Bokuto"s parents. 

But Osamu had texted him the night before. And one lie led to another until Bokuto was promising to come home as soon as possible and to come running back home if Akaashi felt worse. 

Akaashi should have been with Bokuto. 

But he wasn"t. Instead, he was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed against a fully clothed Osamu and feeling every nerve come alive with each touch. 

He watched Osamu through the mirror—praising himself for moving it by the bed—following behind Osamu"s languid hands. They inched up his stomach, circled his nipples, dipped below his waist and traced his thighs. Osamu"s calloused fingertips touched Akaashi with care, applying pressure with each dip and curve of skin then relenting to leave Akaashi wanting more. 

Osamu"s hands neared Akaashi"s aching cock, stopping just at the edge of his shaft. Akaashi sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. He was in the dark for a second, barely seeing colorful dots, before Osamu had him moaning and opening his eyes. 

Akaashi panted, looking down at Osamu"s finger circling his tip then spreading precum along his shaft. He sharply inhaled and met Osamu"s eyes in the mirror. 

"Eyes on me, angel," Osamu said, kissing Akaashi"s nape. "Look at how I touch you"—one hand teased Akaashi"s cock as the other pinched his nipples—"You make the prettiest faces, Keiji." 

Akaashi bit his bottom lip, groaning as Osamu stroked his cock once. Osamu was pulling his hand away and caressing Akaashi"s thighs before Akaashi could ask for more. He drew circles against the skin and kissed along Akaashi"s neck. 

Akaashi didn"t let a moan slip past him, but he lost control over his intakes of breaths. He waited with anticipation to see where Osamu would touch next and shuddered with each caress. 

"Look at you," Osamu said, holding Akaashi"s chin. He turned Akaashi"s head to the mirror, holding the stars in his eyes. "My perfect little fucktoy." 

Akaashi sharply inhaled. His cock was red—matching the color blooming across him—and precum was trailing down his shaft, his chest was rising and falling with each breath, and he was completely fucked out. He could burst from Osamu"s next touch, come with his eyes locked on himself as Osamu leaves no skin untouched. 

"It"s so hard to keep my hands off you." Osamu massaged Akaashi"s thighs. He didn"t look away from Akaashi; his eyes raked over Akaashi like he was witnessing a miracle. "I want to touch you the second I lay my eyes on you, Keiji." Osamu pinched Akaashi"s nipples, earning a small groan from Akaashi. "I want to leave you breathless and begging for me." 

Akaashi sighed. "Myaa-sam." 

Osamu ran his finger against Akaashi"s bottom lip before he pressed his finger against Akaashi"s flat tongue. He included another and Akaashi started sucking on them before Osamu could instruct him. He knew—nice and wet for me, Osamu would always say. 

"Where should I touch you, angel?" Osamu hooked his hand behind Akaashi"s left knee. He carefully lifted Akaashi"s leg, spreading Akaashi open. He pulled his fingers from Akaashi"s mouth and circled Akaashi"s rim. "Here?" 

Akaashi moaned. He tried to push down on Osamu"s fingers, but Osamu didn"t let him move. He shuddered as Osamu"s soft chuckle blew through him. 

Osamu briefly let the tip of his finger slip inside Akaashi before pulling it away. He grazed Akaashi"s cock next. "Or should I touch you here?" He kissed Akaashi"s neck. "Hmm? Tell me, angel." 

"My cock," Akaashi moaned, throwing his head against Osamu"s shoulder. He nuzzled his face into Osamu"s neck. "Please, Myaa-sam." 

"And here I thought you"d want to be fucked with my fingers." Osamu gripped Akaashi"s base, then began to stroke his cock. "I know how much you love to come when your little tight hole is stuffed." 

Akaashi moaned as Osamu increased his pace. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his legs shaking. 

"Though I supposed my fingers wouldn"t be enough for you," Osamu said, focusing on Akaashi"s cockhead. "You come faster when my cock is buried in you." 

Akaashi nodded his head, looking down at Osamu"s hand around him. The sight of Osamu"s hand dripping in precum, sliding up and down Akaashi"s cock, almost sent him over the edge. 

"I"ve started to question how you come when Bokuto-kun is fucking you." 

Akaashi shuddered. Osamu"s hand was still holding up his leg, and Akaashi could feel the strain, but he couldn"t care about the discomfort. All he could think about was how hard he was shaking, and he hadn"t even come yet. 

"Do you think of me, Keiji?" Osamu"s teeth grazed Akaashi"s earlobe, and he moved his hand faster. "Do you pretend it"s me fucking you?" 

Akaashi nodded his head, too immersed in his pleasure to cringe at his confession. "But—it"s not the same." 

Osamu smirked. He kissed Akaashi"s shoulder. "Who do you belong to, Keiji?"

"You," Akaashi cried, on the brink of his climax. "You, Myaa-sam." 

Osamu held the base of Akaashi"s cock, preventing him from coming. He bit Akaashi"s shoulder. "Say it properly, Keiji, and I"ll let you come." 

Akaashi met Osamu"s eyes in the mirror, then turned to look at him. "I belong to you, Osamu." 

Osamu kissed him like he was starving. He continued stroking Akaashi and swallowed every moan falling from Akaashi"s lips. 

Akaashi came with Osamu"s name on his lips. He gasped for air and felt himself smiling as Osamu looked at him with adoration. 

"Good boy," Osamu breathed. He stroked Akaashi"s sensitive cock once more, then inserted his cum covered fingers into Akaashi. "But I"m not finished with you yet." 

Akaashi practically shouted when Osamu"s fingers brushed against prostate. His moans were loud—too loud—and he was sure his neighbors could hear him. He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, to suppress his moans. 

Osamu alternated between scissoring his fingers and thrusting them inside Akaashi. "I want to hear you, Keiji." Osamu sucked on Akaashi"s neck. "There"s no reason to hold back." 

Little by little, Akaashi stopped holding back his moans. But they were still quiet, as loud as his shaky exhales. He tried to control himself, stop himself from letting the whole apartment floor know that he was cheating. He couldn"t—

"Osamu—" Akaashi whined as Osamu fucked him with three fingers. He dared to look, moaning as he watched Osamu"s fingers—still covered in Akaashi"s cum—going in and out of him. 

"Just like that, angel." Osamu licked his lips as he watched Akaashi through the mirror; he couldn"t ignore how Akaashi"s eyes were glued to his fingers entering Akaashi’s hole. "Look at how well you take my fingers." 

Akaashi trembled all over again. He questioned how he was seconds away from coming again. 

"So perfect, Keiji." 

Akaashi"s cloudy mind left him moaning Osamu"s name and begging for more. He submerged further into the pleasure as Osamu kissed him, biting and sucking on his bottom lip.

"Come whenever you want," Osamu said between kisses. 

Osamu"s fingers hit Akaashi"s prostate with each thrust. Each touch seared through Akaashi, bringing him closer to the edge. He came within another minute, seeing stars behind his closed eyes.

Akaashi rested his head against Osamu"s shoulder. He felt spent, boneless. He smiled at Osamu. 

"Are you going to fuck me now, Osamu?"

Osamu grinned. "God, you"re insatiable, Keiji." 

It wasn’t enough for Keiji; it would never be enough. He wanted everything Osamu would give him and more.

Akaashi groaned, tightening against Osamu with each thrust. Osamu had already fucked him through his third orgasm—and was determined to make Akaashi come for a fourth time—and Osamu"s first orgasm, and he was not slowing down. 

Akaashi shuddered, squeezing the sheets below him, as Osamu grabbed his oversensitive cock. 

"God, you feel amazing, angel," Osamu grunted, massaging Akaashi"s waist as he continued to make a ruin of him. "Still so tight after I"ve fucked you with my fingers and cock." 

Akaashi moaned, mind growing hazier. He never felt this good. 

"I wanna stay buried inside you," Osamu said, his lips brushing against Akaashi"s ear. He began to stroke Akaashi and kissed along his neck. "Should I stay like this until Bokuto-kun comes home?" 

Akaashi shook his head, but he couldn"t stop the thought from making his cock twitch and almost bringing him to his fourth orgasm.

"We can let him see how his boyfriend is a slut who begs to be filled up," Osamu taunted, deeply thrusting into Akaashi. 

"Osamu, please," Akaashi cried. He didn"t know what he was begging for, but he knew he"d find the answers in Osamu. 

"I know, Keiji," Osamu said, kissing below Akaashi"s ear. "I know." 

Akaashi"s orgasm hit him harder than any of his previous ones. He shook, tears streamed down his face as he yelled Osamu"s name. Osamu followed right after, moaning praises in Akaashi"s ear. 

"Perfect, Keiji. Always so perfect." 

Akaashi sighed, snuggling against the fresh sheets. He was spent and hot and believed he would actually come down with a fever. Karma, he thought. The least he deserved. 

"You okay, Keiji?" Osamu asked, feeling his forehead. "You feel really hot."

Akaashi hummed, nodding his head against the pillow. "Just tired," he mumbled. 

Osamu kissed Akaashi"s forehead. "I wish I could stay with you."

"Then stay," Akaashi said, holding the blanket up. He pet the empty spot next to him. "Stay, Osamu." 

Osamu pursed his lips, glancing at the open bedroom door. It was late and Bokuto would be arriving any minute. 

"I"ll stay until you fall asleep," Osamu finally said. He eased himself into the bed and pulled Akaashi into his arms. 

"Okay," Akaashi said, a smile on his lips. His eyelids became heavier with each second and sleep welcomed him soon after. 

Chills ran through Akaashi, jolting him awake. He blinked to adjust to the light and met a pair of golden eyes. 

"How are you feeling, Keiji?"

Akaashi hissed as he felt a drop of water roll against his temple. He reached for his face and felt a damp rag against his forehead. 

"You were sound asleep and really hot when I got home," Bokuto said, answering Akaashi"s unvoiced question. Akaashi"s heart settled as he realized there"d be no mention of Osamu lying with him; Osamu must have left in time. Bokuto caressed Akaashi"s cheek. "I should have stayed home to take care of you."

"My fever wasn"t that bad when you left," Akaashi croaked, his throat a desert. "Neither of us thought it"d get this bad."

Bokuto"s frown didn"t disappear. "Still," he said, reaching to their nightstand. "I brought you medicine and some food."

Akaashi sat up against the headboard, careful not to drop the damp cloth. He smiled as Bokuto dumped several types of medicines—cough syrup, pills, teas—onto the bed.

"I wasn"t sure which would be best," Bokuto explained, looking between the cough syrup and box of pills. "Which do you want?"

"I"ll take the cough syrup," Akaashi said, reaching for the bottle. 

Before he could grab it, Bokuto pulled it away. "You should eat first—it"s not good to take medicine on an empty stomach." He reached for the containers on the nightstand. "And after you eat, we can also watch that baking show you love."

A warmth settled in Akaashi"s chest. "Okay." 

Akaashi ate as Bokuto animatedly talked about his time at his parents" house—Bokuto"s parents and sisters kept asking for Akaashi. Once he finished, Bokuto gave him the cough syrup and joined his side.

"I missed you today," Bokuto murmured into Akaashi"s hair. He kissed Akaashi"s forehead and smiled. "I couldn"t wait to come back home to you."

Akaashi"s smile hid the stirring in his stomach, his chest. "I missed you, too."

Bokuto kissed his forehead again, then wrapped around Akaashi. His hands travelled through Akaashi"s soft hair, almost putting Akaashi to sleep again. And he would have fallen asleep if it weren"t for the guilt gnawing at him. 

Bokuto loved him, cared for him, and all Akaashi did in return was cheat and lie. Bokuto didn"t deserve that, and Akaashi was willing to right his wrongs. He needed to be someone Bokuto deserved—even if that meant letting go. 

Akaashi Keiji 

<< [11:04pm] We have to stop. We can"t keep doing this. 

<< [11:05pm] I"m sorry, Osamu. 

Akaashi looked at Osamu"s contact; his thumb brushing the screen as he looked at Osamu"s picture. Before he could change his mind, he blocked Osamu. 

Akaashi set his phone down and sighed. He turned to his sleeping boyfriend and snuggled into Bokuto"s neck. 

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Akaashi twisted the straps of his backpack around his fingers. The hammering in his chest, along with his uneven breath, filled his ears. His eyes scanned the gym, following the movements of sounds that were only drowned out. 

"Welcome to Onigiri Miya. What can I get you today?"

Akaashi"s heart settled, and his breath came evenly as he locked eyes with Osamu. 

Akaashi was prepared to avoid Osamu; he was going to stay as far away as possible, but Bokuto wanted onigiri, and it was the least Akaashi could do. But Akaashi still feared the worst. 

He expected Osamu to be angry with him, to yell at him and call him every insult known to man, maybe even slap him and expose their secret. But it never came.

Osamu only smiled at Akaashi, showing him how irrational his thoughts were. 

"Myaa-sam," Akaashi greeted, trying to look anywhere but at Osamu"s chest. 

"I thought it was you," Osamu said, leaning against the counter. His eyes trailed Akaashi"s body, and Akaashi almost got hard. "I could recognize you a mile away, "Kaashi-kun." 

"Ah—" Blood rushed to Akaashi"s cheeks and he struggled to fix his glasses. "I guess so."

"I"m quite familiar with you, "Kaashi." 

Akaashi"s breath caught in his throat. He did not need a reminder of how well Osamu knew his body and could take him apart in seconds. The thought crept up on him all on its own all the time.

Osamu softly chuckled, satisfied with the reaction he got out of Akaashi. He grabbed a pair of tongs and opened the glass case. "Your usual?" 

"Yes," Akaashi said, glad Osamu was done with the teasing. "And Koutarou"s usual as well, please." 

Osamu hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to fill the paper bag. Once filled, he neatly folded the top and held the bag out to Akaashi. "It"s on the house."

"Myaa-sam." Akaashi shook his head. "Let me pay you."

"Then pay me with an answer," Osamu said, his smile widening. 

Akaashi raised a brow. "An answer?"

Osamu nodded his head. "I"ll ask you a question and all you have to do is answer honestly." 

"Okay," Akaashi said, reaching for the bag. His hand warmed against Osamu"s. "What"s your question?"

Osamu smiled. "How are you doing?"

Akaashi"s eyes widened. He expected many things—do you miss me? Do you think of me? Do you regret stopping?—and was prepared to lie, to swear up and down that he was happier now. But he didn"t need to. 

Osamu always managed to keep Akaashi on his toes, and he missed that about Osamu. 

"I could be better," Akaashi said, fixing his glasses. "Work is stressful, my friends and Koutarou drag me out somewhere every five seconds—I barely have time to hear myself think." Akaashi sighed. "I feel, and look, like a disaster." 

"You should take a break, "Kaashi—don"t chew more than you can handle." Osamu"s smile was comforting. "And I think"—Osamu leaned forward and tucked a curl behind Akaashi"s ear—"you look beautiful." 

Akaashi stared at Osamu and a single thought flooded his mind. 

I want to kiss him. 

Akaashi was always weak to Osamu. He was drawn to Osamu and was willing to risk everything (again) to orbit him.

Osamu shifted his weight between his feet—Akaashi"s favorite nervous tell. He scratched the back of his neck and coughed. "But anyway," he said, looking towards the exit doors. "I need to grab some supplies from my truck." 

Osamu almost slipped away, and Akaashi was certain he would have if it weren"t for Akaashi"s long fingers wrapping around his wrist. 

Akaashi knew Osamu"s wide eyes mirrored his, but the surprise quickly wore off. He squeezed Osamu"s wrist and smiled. "Would you like some help?" 

Osamu couldn"t hide his smile—or he didn"t care to. 

"You want to help me, Akaashi Keiji?" 

"Should I ask nicely, Osamu?" 

Osamu"s smile widened, and he took Akaashi"s hand in his. Akaashi followed behind, welcoming the familiar gravitational pull.