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The First and the Last

Summary:

Bokuto and Akaashi have been dating for a year, but extended periods of privacy are hard to come by at college. Luckily for them, Bokuto has his apartment to himself at the same time as their first anniversary, so they take the chance to explore another first.

Written for NSFW BkAk Week 2024!

Notes:

I am back with more Bokuaka, turns out I love writing these two and can't get enough of it! Once again beta'ed by my good friend Meg who continues to be the best! ❤❤❤

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“Akaashi-kun, do you think you can handle closing up tonight?”

Akaashi looks up from where he’s sweeping to nod at his elderly boss. Wednesday is always Akaashi’s night to close, and sometimes he doesn’t know whether the man genuinely remembers that, or if he’s just being thoughtful. “Yes, I’ll be all right,” he says.

“Thank you, Akaashi-kun, you’re such a kind young man to help me out like this all the time.” His boss slips on his coat and flashes Akaashi a smile. “There’s one more patron in the back. Don’t lock them in.”

“I won’t, Sato-san.”

The old man hobbles out into the night and Akaashi continues sweeping. He thinks he can hear the sound of footsteps and muffled music through earbuds in one of the aisles. Once he’s finished, he goes in search of the bookstore’s last customer.

Bokuto is looking intently at the manga section, his sharp eyebrows squinting in concentration as some kind of idol music leaks from his headphones. It is, as always, way too loud. Akaashi stifles a smile as he sidles up beside Bokuto and taps him on the shoulder.

Bokuto’s entire body seizes up in shock and he nearly drops his armful of books.

“Can I help you find anything, sir?” Akaashi asks with his best customer service smile.

“Akaashiiiii, you scared me!!” Bokuto whines, pulling his earbuds out and shoving them into his pocket. Akaashi can still hear the music blasting from them until Bokuto fumbles with his phone to pause the song.

“Sorry,” Akaashi says with a little giggle. “But I do have to close up and you’re the last one here.”

“Oh, okay….” Bokuto quickly steals a glance down each aisle. Upon confirming the store is sufficiently empty, he wraps his arms around Akaashi in a massive hug and presses a kiss to each of his cheeks before landing squarely on his lips.

Akaashi laughs, puts his hands on either side of Bokuto’s face, and returns the kiss with enthusiasm.

“When you’re done do you wanna go get something to eat?” Bokuto asks, still holding Akaashi tightly.

“It’s pretty late. But we can go get a snack.”

“Okay.” Bokuto releases him and turns back to the bookshelf. He furrows his brow again, and a bit of frustration begins to cloud his features.

“Do you actually need help finding something?”

“Yeah, uh….” Bokuto taps at a noticeably empty spot on the shelf. “I thought volume 8 was coming out today, and I was hoping I could get here in time to grab one….”

“Oh, right. We sold a bunch of those today.”

Bokuto sighs loudly and at length. If anyone else sighed like that, Akaashi would say they’re being dramatic. But this is genuinely what Bokuto sounds like when he’s disappointed. It’s surprisingly endearing.

“Well…” Akaashi says, digging into his apron pocket and pulling out one fresh manga volume, “not all of them though.”

Bokuto jumps nearly three feet in the air and grabs the book from Akaashi’s outstretched hands. “Keiji!! You’re the best!” he shouts, with a volume that would definitely get him ejected from the store under regular circumstances.

“I’m not supposed to do this, you know. So don’t tell.”

“I won’t, I won’t!” Bokuto admires the cover and hastily flips through the pages. “This makes my whole week , Keiji, the last volume ended on such a cliffhanger, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!”

Akaashi hasn’t read this manga, but he finds that he doesn’t really need to. Bokuto tells him all about it every month, and though Akaashi has never read a single panel, he could name every main character, every story beat, and recite Bokuto’s nitpicks with some of the narrative choices. He likes the way Bokuto tells the story.

Bokuto pays for the book and waits patiently for Akaashi to gather his things and lock up. They head down the block to a late-night konbini and Bokuto buys Akaashi some snacks: an onigiri and a sandwich. For himself, he gets some dried jerky and a candy bar.

“That’s not good for dinner, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi tells him as they exit the store.

“Nah, I ate already,” Bokuto insists, “so this is just a snack. Also, I told you….” He wraps one arm around Akaashi’s shoulders and pulls him in close for a side hug. “Stop calling me –san!”

Akaashi laughs but feels a slight blush creep into his face. It wasn’t an easy habit to break. And it’s been a year already, so he really should have already switched to calling Bokuto by his first name. For some reason, he can’t quite commit to the change.

“Well, you called me ‘Akaashi’ earlier,” he deflects, teasing.

“That’s because you scared me! I didn’t mean it, Keiji.” Bokuto nuzzles into Akaashi’s cheek and gives him a kiss. “Keiji, Keiji, Keiji…aaaah, you’ve got such a nice name.”

It isn’t far from the konbini to Akaashi’s dorm. Even though it’s not exactly on the way to Bokuto’s apartment, he always walks Akaashi back when he can. As Akaashi starts to veer off towards his dorm, Bokuto gently grabs his arm.

“You wanna come over?” he asks sweetly, his eyes expectant and shining.

“I have some homework to do. Not tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Okaaaay.” Bokuto lets his hand slide down Akaashi’s arm and laces their fingers together. He swings their arms gently and looks down at the sidewalk.

He’s got something on his mind. “What’s the matter?” Akaashi asks.

“Soooo…Kuroo is gonna go visit his dad next week, he has to help him do some moving. So I’ve kinda…got the place to myself for a few days….” He looks up and meets Akaashi’s eyes, grinning with a little blush. “Do you wanna…like come stay with me and keep me company?”

Akaashi’s eyes widen. He’s stayed the night over at Bokuto and Kuroo’s place countless times. It usually devolves into summer camp sleepover shenanigans by the time Kenma shows up, and despite the cramped quarters, Akaashi loves it there. But it’s never been just him and Bokuto.

“A-are you sure? Did Kuroo-san say it was okay?”

“Yes!” Bokuto insists, his face going red. “He just said, um…you know, don’t make a mess.” Bokuto averts his eyes briefly, but then looks back up at Akaashi with a wide smile. “So? Do you want to?”

“Yes!” Akaashi replies, and he realizes that he spoke before Bokuto was done asking. “I mean…yes. I would love that.”

“Great!” Bokuto runs forward and grabs Akaashi up in another huge hug. “I’ll make us dinner one night, and we can do our homework together, and we’ll play video games, and maybe—” Bokuto cuts himself off from whatever he was about to say and sets Akaashi down. He looks him straight in the eye and then presses an almost shy kiss to his lips.

“Well, it’ll be fun!” he says.

“It will be,” Akaashi agrees.

Bokuto takes a step backward. “I’ll text you when I get home. Goodnight, Keiji!”

“Goodnight…Koutaro.” He’s rewarded with a smile brighter than any of the nearby streetlamps.

 

“Isn’t it your one year anniversary soon?”

Akaashi looks up from his dining hall udon bowl. Sakusa is staring at him pointedly from across the table as he picks at some rice.

“It is, but why do you know that?” Akaashi asks curiously.

“Because you told me. About a week after move-in. I asked you if you knew that Bokuto was going to this same university and you said yes, because you chose it to be close to him.” Sakusa’s emotions about the whole thing are, as usual, shrouded in mystery and disinterested looking eyes. “That’s when you told me you started dating a little before you graduated. It’s not hard to figure out.”

“…I see.” It isn’t surprising that Sakusa put it together. Six months of sharing a dorm has made Akaashi keenly aware of his attention to detail. What’s surprising is why Sakusa said that after Akaashi told him he’d have the room to himself for a few days.

“Anyway.” Sakusa shovels more rice in his mouth. “Just use protection. Finals are soon and I don’t think you’ll want to study if you’ve got a fever or something.”

It takes about two seconds for it all to click. Akaashi pauses with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth.

Wait…is that why Bokuto-san asked me over? Why didn’t I think about our one year coming up? Is he expecting me to say something? Is he going to say something?

“Hey,” comes Sakusa’s voice, cutting through the noise. “Did you hear me?”

“I did,” Akaashi admits. “But…I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

Sakusa is silent for a moment, his unreadable eyes boring straight into Akaashi’s skull. “It’s really not any of my business,” he says, “I just think if you two are going to do it, you should do it safely.”

“I know how to—I mean, not how to, but I mean—I know the risks…” Akaashi tries to say steadily, but he can already feel his face heating up.

“You can buy condoms at the konbini. I’ll go with you if you’re embarrassed.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Akaashi wipes his mouth needlessly with a napkin. “But thank you.”

Sakusa drops it after that, but Akaashi doesn’t stop worrying for the rest of the day. It wasn’t like it was something he’d never imagined doing with Bokuto eventually. Just not right away. Then again, no one could really say a year on was “right away” anymore, could they? He couldn’t say that he’d never noticed the way Bokuto’s touch lingered a little on his hips, his lower back, the side of his neck. He couldn’t say that he’d never done the same, or never offered to walk home with Bokuto after his gym sessions (when he was still sweaty and unshowered), or never sent him teasing texts late at night.

Does he actually feel ready to take that next step? Does Bokuto? Is that really what this is about?

Honestly, it isn’t like they’ve never done anything. There’s not much in the way of privacy between their two living situations, but when Akaashi is at Bokuto’s place and Kuroo has stepped out to replenish snacks, they can take a few minutes to make out. Sometimes Akaashi can sneak Bokuto into his dorm when Sakusa is at class. Unfortunately, Sakusa has the uncanny ability to know when this has happened, no matter how well Akaashi tries to hide it. The look Sakusa gives him when he knows is mortifying, and he’s told Akaashi that if he and Bokuto ever had anything approaching sex in their dorm Sakusa would change the locks personally.

There’s never been an opportunity to do anything else. And especially not the thing that Akaashi has been daydreaming of for an embarrassingly long time. But he doesn’t know…is this the right time?

 

Later that night, Sakusa is studying at the library, leaving Akaashi alone in their dorm. He’s trying to work on a paper but nothing is coming to him. So he pulls out his phone and dials Bokuto’s number.

“Keiji, hi!” Bokuto’s voice greets him cheerfully. In the background, Akaashi can hear the faint sound of a television drama. Kuroo’s voice comes through as well: “Hi Akaashi-kun!”

“Hello, Kuroo-san. Hello, Bokuto-sa…Koutaro.”

“Awww, why am I second?” Kuroo laughs faintly in the distance. The noises begin to fade out, and Akaashi can tell that Bokuto has left the room. “What’s up, Keiji?”

“I just…I wanted to ask you something. I hope it doesn’t sound strange.”

“Go for it.”

“Well….” Akaashi grabs a nearby pen and clicks it a few times. “It’s about…next week.”

Bokuto gasps loudly. “You’re still coming, right? Did something come up?”

“No, no, I mean yes, of course I’m still coming.”

“Okay good! I’m really excited, Keiji, I already went out and got some of your favorite snacks.”

“…You did?” Akaashi’s heart feels light in his chest.

“Of course! I bought some mustard greens, too, I think I can figure out how to cook them for you! But I’ll apologize in advance if they’re bad.”

Akaashi knew he would eat them no matter what, even if they were burned to charcoal or dried out to husks. “I can’t wait to try them,” he says earnestly.

There’s a weird silence then, and Akaashi realizes that Bokuto is waiting for him to say why he called. “So,” he continues, clicking the pen again. “It’s gonna be one year soon.”

“It is!” Bokuto exclaims. “Kuroo bet me that I would forget and now he owes me lunch for a month. Joke’s on him, I would never forget something like that. It’s been in my calendar for a year!”

Akaashi laughs. “So you marked it down the day we started dating?”

“Of course I did!”

“That’s…very proactive of you, Bokuto.” He takes a deep breath. “So, um…I don’t want to be too forward, but…well, i-is there anything you…want? For our first anniversary?”

Do you want to try something new? Do you want to go just a little bit further? Am I someone you’d want to do that with?

“You don’t have to buy me anything, Keiji. You coming over is my present!”

Akaashi glances over at the phone case he already bought and wrapped for Bokuto’s gift weeks ago. “I mean is there anything… else you want?” He’s clicking the pen obnoxiously fast now. “Like…special?”

“Ummmm….” There’s silence as Bokuto seems to consider that. It stretches out for a long time, and Akaashi can so clearly picture the look of concentration on Bokuto’s face. “You really don’t have to do anything super special for me, Keiji. Seriously, just getting to hang out with you is all I want.”

There’s a strange emotion in Akaashi’s chest. Is it relief? Is it disappointment? Maybe a little of both? He has no idea. It’s okay if he doesn’t. I won’t force it.

“Okay,” he says. “Spending time together sounds like a fantastic plan.”

“Right?! I can’t wait!”

“Me either. I’ll see you in a few days, Bokuto.”

“Who’s Bokuto? I don’t know that guy.”

“Ah.” Akaashi chuckles to himself. “Sorry. I’ll see you in a few days, Koutaro.”

“See you soon, Keiji!”

 

Bokuto hangs up the phone feeling like the world’s biggest idiot. He’s not actually stupid; he knew what Akaashi was really asking him earlier. So why didn’t Bokuto just answer honestly?

Yes, Keiji, I want something for our first anniversary really, really badly but I don’t know if you want it too and I don’t want to push you too hard too soon. I’m a huge virgin and I have no idea how I would even make love to you the way I want to but I just want to try some stuff with you and see what happens.

He didn’t say any of it. He did the one thing he hates doing:  he got scared.

So for the next few days he tries not to think about it. He goes to visit Akaashi at work, eats some meals with him, and texts him every complaint about studying that he has. When he’s at home, he cleans everything as well as he knows how, despite Kuroo telling him he’s never cleaned for Akaashi like this before so why start now?

He’s doing it now because this is important . These few days have to go well, because if Akaashi finds Bokuto insufferable to be around in this tiny apartment for that many days, how are they going to live together once they get married? And yes , they are getting married one day. In truth, it’s only because of Kuroo that Akaashi doesn’t have an engagement ring on already. Bokuto’s impulse control still needs work.

“You lovebirds have fun,” Kuroo says as he slings his bag over his shoulder on his way out several days later. “Behave and don’t have sex on my futon.”

“At least someone should have sex on it.”

Kuroo turns his infuriating grin on Bokuto and says, “That’s the least of what I’ve done on that thing.”

Bokuto’s eyes go wide. “With who?! Kenma??”

Kuroo just cackles but doesn’t answer. “I’ll be back in a few days. Don’t wear Akaashi out too much.” And with that, he’s gone, leaving Bokuto alone in the sparkling clean apartment.

He’s got everything ready. All the food, some extra towels, a brand new pair of slippers just for Akaashi, and he even has a meager bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table. Today’s Friday, so they will have the whole weekend to themselves, then one day of Monday classes, and Kuroo will be back Tuesday.

Akaashi’s Friday classes finish late, so the plan is to go meet him after volleyball practice and walk him back to the apartment. And then, neither of them have to be anywhere for the next two days.

When Bokuto sees Akaashi walking out of the literature studies building, he feels like he could jump five meters in the air with excitement.

“Keiji!” he calls, lifting both arms over his head and waving frantically. Akaashi waves back, and Bokuto runs over to grab him up in a hug. Akaashi’s got his overnight bag with him as well as his school things, but Bokuto picks him up with no trouble.

“How was practice?” Akaashi asks as he’s set back down. He reaches up to straighten some of the flyaway bits of Bokuto’s hair. Bokuto’s whole body warms up as Akaashi touches him; he never used to do that sort of thing before. But now he bestows light touches on Bokuto almost without thinking about it. Every time, Bokuto wants to take Akaashi’s hand and hold it there, just to keep the contact going a little bit longer.

“Good!” Bokuto answers. “Here, let me take that.” Without waiting for a response, he takes Akaashi’s overnight bag and slings it over his shoulder. 

“You would have been proud of me, Keiji, my cross shots kept getting cut off but I didn’t let it get to me!” he says as they start walking.

Akaashi’s face softens and he smiles wide. “I’m always proud of you, Koutaro. And I’m really glad to hear that.”

“I just kept thinking, ‘what would Keiji tell me if he were here’? And I never came up with anything, but the thought of you watching me play kinda made me happy anyway, so that helped.” Bokuto takes hold of Akaashi’s hand. “Speaking of, don’t forget to come watch my game next week, okay?”

“I would never forget. All the games are in my calendar already. I put them there the day the schedule came out.”

Bokuto grins and raises Akaashi’s hand to his lips, pressing a long kiss to the back of it. “You’re always so prepared, Keiji! You’re gonna come see me when I go pro too, right?”

“Only if you’re in a Division I team.”

“You got it, then! Anything for you, Keiji!”

Akaashi laughs. “I’m joking, Bokuto.”

“Well, I’m not. You want me to be on a Division I team, then that’s where I’m going.”

 

When they get home, Akaashi says he wants to finish a paper that’s due on Monday so he doesn’t have to worry about it over the weekend. So, after taking his bath to wash off the sweat of volleyball practice, Bokuto decides he’ll make dinner while Akaashi works. His heart is doing backflips over the thought that maybe one day this could be their usual evening routine. Akaashi, sitting at their table working on his next bestselling novel, and Bokuto, making both of them a meal after coming off another championship victory.

He, as the ace, would of course have scored the winning point. Akaashi would have seen the whole thing, then given Bokuto a kiss in full view of the cameras. After all the interviews, they’d come home together, and have dinner together, and then go to bed together, and then….

Bokuto pauses in the middle of reading the mustard greens recipe he’s pulled up. He glances over at Akaashi; he still doesn’t know what Akaashi is expecting out of this weekend. Of course Bokuto doesn’t want to ruin the happy mood if it turns out they’re not on the same page, but what if they actually are? How likely is it that Akaashi will just come out and ask?

He doesn’t have the nerve to bring it up while they’re both busy, so he resolves to ask Akaashi after dinner is over.

When Bokuto serves Akaashi all that he’s made—the sautéed greens, some instant curry, and a slice of cake he bought for dessert—he feels lighter than air to see Akaashi’s face light up. And when Akaashi says that he loves the greens (which Bokuto thinks he might just be being polite about, because they are definitely burned) Bokuto feels like he wants to ask him to marry him right then and there.

“Thank you for the meal, Bokuto,” Akaashi says when he’s finished.

“Did you like it, Keiji? Like actually?”

“I did, it was delicious.”

“I was gonna try to bake a cake myself but Kuroo wouldn’t let me. We tried to make some cupcakes once and we made such a mess, he said he was never going to help me clean the kitchen again if I tried by myself.”

“Maybe we can try together. I’ll help you clean.”

Bokuto’s eyes went wide. “Keiji! You know how to bake?”

“I used to help my mom bake when I was little. I know some of the basics.”

“Yes, let’s do that! And we’ll clean up so good Kuroo won’t even know anything happened.” Bokuto scoots closer to Akaashi from his spot on the floor and puts his arms around him. He leans his whole weight into Akaashi and feels his boyfriend’s arms embracing him, half as a hug and half to keep Bokuto from crushing him. Bokuto eases up just a little and kisses Akaashi’s cheek.

This is a good time to say something, isn’t it?

“Hey, so…Keiji,” Bokuto says, releasing him and sitting back on his heels. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay.” Akaashi’s emotions are unreadable, but his eyes don’t leave Bokuto’s for a second.

How should he say this? “So I was wondering if maybe you might want to…um….” Any words he thinks he has in his mind are instantly wiped out. He feels an immense weight of nerves crashing down on him.

“Yes?” Akaashi tilts his head ever so slightly to the side and some of the tension eases in Bokuto’s chest. He’s not sure if Akaashi is even aware he does that, but it’s one of Bokuto’s favorite little quirks of his.

Bokuto adjusts himself so he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. He reaches over and grabs Akaashi’s hand. Maybe holding it will make this easier. “I want to…I mean, do you want to…we don’t have to or anything but I’ve been thinking we could….”

He feels Akaashi’s fingers tighten around his own. He knows that Akaashi understands what he is trying to say. So he takes a breath and just blurts out: “I do want something special for our first anniversary!!”

Akaashi blinks at him, his eyes wide and his face rapidly reddening.

“It doesn’t have to be now, it doesn’t have to be today, and you know what, you just tell me when you’re ready and—”

Akaashi surges forward and takes Bokuto’s face between his hands, then he’s kissing him, the deepest, most forceful kiss Akaashi has ever given him. Bokuto is pushed backwards by the weight of it, and he reaches one hand back to steady himself against the floor. He can feel every emotion in Akaashi’s heart through this kiss: relief, elation, and tightly wound tension.

“Yes, of course,” Akaashi says between kisses. “Yes, Bokuto-san, yes, I want to.”

Bokuto finds that he’s speechless. He straightens himself back up and wraps his arms around Akaashi, pulling him close until he can feel all his heat and his frantic heartbeat. He buries his face in Akaashi’s shoulder and just squeezes him as tight as he dares.

“Me too,” he says. He isn’t really sure why he feels choked up. “Me too, Keiji.”

“But….”

Something cold takes root in the pit of Bokuto’s stomach. With just that one word, it feels like all the air has been punched out of him. He sits up and stares Akaashi right in the eyes; Akaashi isn’t looking at him. Rather, he’s staring at the floor, and he has that tightly wound look to him that Bokuto recognizes. Akaashi is trying to hold it together, but for what? Why?

This is so confusing. Why did Akaashi say yes but now he’s looking like that?

Akaashi continues, “But…are you sure? …With me?”

Bokuto blinks. “What do you mean? Of course I’m sure! Are you not sure? Tell me what’s wrong, Keiji, I’ll fix it.”

“I just…I do really want to, but…you know I’ve never done this.”

“Me either! We’ll figure it out as we go!”

Akaashi takes both of Bokuto’s hands in his and finally looks at him. “I’ve been…trying to think what we could try first, but I don’t know.” He looks like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Bokuto knows that look too.

“Keiji,” says Bokuto, “you have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking a lot of things right now.”

“Well, tell me! You promised you would.”

Akaashi sighs a little. “I’m just thinking about…how much I must be frustrating you right now.”

Bokuto raises an eyebrow. Him? Frustrated at Akaashi? If anything, Bokuto is just confused. “Why do you think that?”

“Because it’s our first anniversary and I still can’t even call you by the right name consistently.” Akaashi looks visibly ashamed, and he averts his eyes again.

“Oh, are you worried about that?” Bokuto squeezes Akaashi’s hands. “I mean, I do wish you would call me Koutaro all the time, but I know you’re trying! And I know you’re not doing it on purpose. You’re just so polite, Keiji, you would probably apologize to someone if they stepped on your foot.” Bokuto puts one hand on Akaashi’s head and ruffles his hair. “I know it’s just habit.”

Akaashi lets a little smile slip through, but only for a brief second. “You made me all this nice food and all I did was buy you something.”

“But I loved what you got me!! I already put it on my phone, didn’t I? And it was my favorite character and everything, you remembered, Keiji!”

“You’re not just saying all that?”

Bokuto places his hands on Akaashi’s cheeks and gives him a long, slow kiss. “I don’t ever say anything I don’t mean, Keiji.”

Akaashi’s face has lit up an impressive shade of red.

“I love the phone case,” Bokuto goes on, “I love you , and if you’ll let me, I want to show you exactly how much I love you.” He scoots a little closer and he thinks he can hear Akaashi’s breath hitch. “I want to have a lot more anniversaries with you, and I want to learn how to make every food you like to eat, and I want you to take as much time as you need to say my name because one day you’re gonna call me Bokuto-san for the last time and never ever go back!”

“…Oh.” It’s only one word, but Akaashi’s voice is a bit shaky. He smiles, and it’s one of those big, wide smiles that Bokuto saw so rarely before they started dating. His eyes are starting to look a bit glassy, and he hastily runs his palm over them before saying, “All right. I’d really like that…Koutaro.”

Bokuto grins and kisses him again. “Okay, how about this: we’ll clean up dinner and everything, then you can go take a bath and get nice and comfy. I’ll get out the futon and we can just…you know.” He flashes his brightest grin and Akaashi laughs.

“All right.”

 

After Akaashi has gotten out of the bath and come back into the main room, Bokuto half-wishes that Akaashi hadn’t bothered to put pajamas on. But that was wishful thinking, and wouldn’t it be better anyway to take Akaashi’s clothes off for him?

Akaashi crosses the room to where Bokuto is already lying on his side atop the futon, trying and failing not to look too excited. In truth, he feels like he could run ten kilometers right now. Akaashi is in his house, just the two of them, and he’s freshly clean and his hair is a little damp and he looks so, so cute in his T-shirt and shorts.

“Keiji, I missed you!” Bokuto declares, sitting up and flinging out his arms for a hug.

“I was only gone a few minutes.”

“Still too long.”

Akaashi sits down and lets Bokuto grab him up in his arms and maneuver him into his lap, where he wraps his arms around Bokuto’s shoulders and cuddles deep into Bokuto’s chest. Akaashi’s whole body is still warm from the bath, and he smells so nice, kind of like the faint scent of rain. 

Something that has always struck Bokuto, ever since the very first day he saw him, was just how pretty Akaashi was. Before, he would never have thought of using that word to describe a boy, but it was the only word for Akaashi. Whenever he was on the court, Akaashi looked strong and powerful and unstoppable like everyone else on the team, and he was tall with wide shoulders, lithe muscles, and long legs. His eyes were so dark, his gaze so piercing and omniscient, and when he smiled it reminded Bokuto of the pictures he’s seen of the aurora way up north. A flash of brilliant color in the darkened sky, made even beautiful by its rarity.

Bokuto could stare at Akaashi’s face all day, if Akaashi would let him. Akaashi doesn’t like to be stared at for too long. So Bokuto is only a little ashamed to admit that he’s watched him sleep. Usually when Akaashi nods off before everyone else during one of the usual apartment get-togethers. His brow unfurrows when he sleeps, and he snores so softly it sounds like a hummingbird. When he’s out, he’s really out, so Bokuto has also discovered that he can gently run his fingers through Akaashi’s bangs and not wake him.

Bokuto wants to know more. He wants to discover more of the little things Akaashi doesn’t show anyone else. He wants to know the things that Akaashi himself doesn’t even know about, pull them out into the light and make him brighter.

He leans in a bit, his lips hovering over Akaashi’s. Akaashi is breathing softly, audible exhales filling up Bokuto’s senses. It feels a little bit like there’s nothing else around him. Just Akaashi sitting here so close to him, and nothing but a meaningless void beyond. When Bokuto finally kisses him again, it reminds him of the first time.

He can still remember the way Akaashi laughed right after their first kiss. For a second, Bokuto had been afraid that Akaashi was laughing at him, that he thought the kiss was pathetic enough to be funny. But it was a different kind of laugh. A kind he’d never heard before, coupled with a smile so wide it made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

That was a special Akaashi laugh, and even now he doesn’t get to hear it very often. But Akaashi laughs again now as Bokuto pulls away from kissing him, and a deep heat flares up in Bokuto’s stomach. Warily, like he might break some kind of spell, he reaches up to put both of his hands on Akaashi’s cheeks. Akaashi is still giggling, his face red and skin warm, and all Bokuto wants to do is look at him.

“Sorry,” Akaashi breathes out between laughs. He puts his hands gently on Bokuto’s wrists. “I’m just…I don’t know. Nervous, I guess.”

“You don’t have to be nervous, Keiji,” Bokuto tells him, even as he feels his own hands start to shake. Akaashi’s laughter is infectious, and Bokuto feels a smile start to form on his own lips.

“So…um,” Akaashi says. “How do you…I mean I don’t want to assume but…how should we….” He stops and takes a breath before he starts rambling. “The positions.”

Please let me be on top. I’ll do whatever you want but please please please I want to be on top. “Oh! Well, what were you imagining?”

Akaashi doesn’t say anything, but the way he averts his gaze with a shy little smile tells Bokuto everything he needs to know.

“You want to just lay there and I do all the work?” Bokuto teases. Another one of those laughs bursts out of Akaashi.

“No,” he insists, “but…i-if you’ll let me…I’ll…yes, I want to…be on the bottom.”

“There’s no one I’d rather have under me.”

Bokuto leans in again, kissing Akaashi deeper this time, licking deep into his mouth, drinking up Akaashi’s sounds, until they soften out into little moans Bokuto knows he has never heard before.

It ignites him further, and he leans in closer. Akaashi is too far away. It’s not enough. Bokuto wraps one arm around Akaashi’s shoulders as the other hand rests on his cheek, and holds him tightly enough that Bokuto can feel Akaashi’s heart beating through his chest.

He’s never realized before this moment how important it was that Akaashi be this close to him, that their bodies occupy the exact same space, that their lungs fill and recede with the same air. Maybe that’s what this whole feeling was about: the need for them both to be the same. Maybe, if Akaashi would let him, for a moment Bokuto could be that pretty face he’s always loved, could move with those wide shoulders and long legs. Maybe he could be that special laugh.

In a swift motion that even surprises himself, he moves them both down onto the futon, laying Akaashi out on his back underneath him. He doesn’t break away from the kiss for a single second, so he can feel the little surprised exhalation that travels from Akaashi’s mouth into his.

The hand that was on Akaashi’s cheek moves down his neck and catches on his T-shirt collar. Bokuto bunches up the fabric in his fist, and he wishes there was a way to take it off without moving away from Akaashi for even an instant. He releases his hold and lets his hand travel down the soft, well-worn cotton shirt, imagining what it would be like when it’s gone.

He’s definitely seen Akaashi without his clothes before; he’s seen the entire high school team naked. He’s even seen Akaashi’s roommate Sakusa in the locker room. Why does this feel different? Why does it feel like he’s about to enter uncharted territory as soon as Akaashi’s shirt falls away? It’s not like he’s never looked. It’s not like he’s never tried very hard to not look, lest he give himself away in the worst way imaginable.

This is different because of what he’s letting me do , Bokuto realizes. Because he wants me to. Because…besides me, no one’s ever….

Bokuto’s hands are shaking and he’s never felt more uncool. When he reaches down to grab at the hem of the shirt and pull up, his wrist brushes ever so gently across Akaashi’s lap, and adrenaline surges through him like a bolt of lightning.

Is he…he’s actually…he likes this? I’m doing this right?

Bokuto breaks away from the kiss and finds Akaashi blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears. He scrunches his eyes shut and turns his head to bury his face in Bokuto’s bicep. His body is so, so warm. Bokuto can hear a tiny little groan burbling in Akaashi’s throat.

He knows that sound. Akaashi’s embarrassed.

Bokuto laughs and presses a kiss to his temple, as softly as he can. Akaashi just tries to sink deeper into him, his fingers entwined in Bokuto’s shirt.

“Keiji,” Bokuto says, with a soft, playful tone, “can I see?”

Akaashi grumbles something. Bokuto doesn’t respond; he just waits. “What do you want to see?” Akaashi mumbles eventually.

“Can I take your shirt off for you?”

“…I can do it.”

Bokuto lets go of him and sits back on his heels. Akaashi sits up just enough to pull his shirt off over his head, and then he flops back down onto the futon.

Akaashi’s blush has gone all the way down his neck to his shoulders. He’s not very pale, but the red color lights up his skin so beautifully. Some of the muscle he built up in high school is still visible, especially in his arms, the ones that always sent Bokuto such perfect sets. There’s no real hair on his chest, which was always something Bokuto noticed, and his waist has gotten slimmer somehow. Bokuto watches the way his stomach expands gently with the deep breaths Akaashi is taking, and how for just a moment he can see the hint of abs. Bokuto wants to hug him close enough to absorb him into his body.

“You’re staring,” Akaashi says, and Bokuto suspects it’s more to break the silence than anything.

“I just…really like what I’m seeing, is all.” Bokuto grins, and Akaashi’s eyes flick upward to hold his gaze.

“You’ve seen my chest before.”

“I’ve seen it. But I like when you show me.”

Akaashi’s eyes go briefly wide, then he laughs. “I guess that’s true.” He pauses before saying, “So…will you show me, then?”

“Oh!” Bokuto hasn’t even thought of the fact that he’s still got his shirt on. He hasn’t even been that aware of his own body for the last few minutes. With enthusiasm, he pulls his T-shirt off over his head and tosses it across the room, happily showing off the results of visiting the gym just a little more often these days.

“Here I am!” he announces, flexing both biceps at once with a wide smile. “Pretty good, right, Keiji?”

But Akaashi doesn’t answer him. Instead, he’s reaching up and pulling Bokuto down until his pecs land directly on Akaashi’s face. Akaashi wraps his arms around Bokuto’s torso and squeezes; Bokuto can feel the speed of Akaashi’s breaths increasing. 

Without warning, he feels Akaashi press a kiss on his chest, right in the center, and it sends such a shiver up Bokuto’s entire body he lets out a strangled little gasp. Akaashi nuzzles deeper into him, kissing him in the same spot over and over. And then, so quickly and so carefully, Akaashi’s tongue swipes over a small patch of heated skin right beside Bokuto’s left nipple.

The sensation of it sends an almost violent shudder deep into Bokuto’s blood.  He wants Akaashi to do it again and again and never ever stop until Bokuto can’t even form a thought anymore.

But Akaashi is pushing Bokuto up and away, drawing back. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I just…had to.”

“Do it again,” Bokuto demands, planting his forearms on either side of Akaashi’s head.

“…Okay.” It seems Akaashi doesn’t need to be told twice. He goes in again for another set of kisses on Bokuto’s chest, then slowly moves his lips closer and closer to the spot he licked before. And then, slowly and much more deliberately than before, Akaashi presses the flat of his tongue directly on Bokuto’s nipple and drags upward.

Electricity shoots through every nerve in Bokuto’s body. He grips Akaashi’s hips with his knees and chokes out a gasp. Akaashi licks that same spot again, and the surge of pleasure that follows is stronger still. And when Akaashi wraps his lips around the nipple and gives a tentative suck, Bokuto can’t stop himself from putting his hand on the top of Akaashi’s head to hold him there. He doesn’t want him to ever leave this spot, he wants Akaashi’s lips and tongue on his body forever, those same lips that always spoke the words he needed and wanted to hear. 

It doesn’t take long before Bokuto finds himself reaching for the waistband of Akaashi’s tented pajama shorts. He can already tell, before he’s done anything, how excited Akaashi is. Again, it won’t be the first time Bokuto’s seen this part of him. But this time, Akaashi’s clearly hard, and for him. For Bokuto .

It’s almost too good to be true. Bokuto has thought about this moment so many times.

Akaashi squirms a little as Bokuto sits up, grabs his shorts with both hands, and yanks them away to reveal a pair of nondescript black briefs. It’s so normal, and so Akaashi, but there’s a kind of sophistication to them. And there, bulging out against the fabric, is undoubtedly Akaashi’s very erect cock.

Bokuto just stares at it for a moment, before hooking one finger in the waistband of Akaashi’s briefs and pulling it down. Akaashi has some impressive length to him, just like his long fingers and long legs. It only makes sense that everything about him would be so strikingly elegant.

Bokuto really can’t stop staring.

A little groan breaks through his trance. He looks up and sees that Akaashi has laid one arm over his eyes and is blushing a dangerous shade of red. “Why are you staring?” he mumbles. “What’s the matter with it?”

“Nothing!” Bokuto insists. “Nothing’s the matter at all! Sorry, I just really like it, that’s all.”

This is the most he’s ever seen Akaashi come unraveled. He’s not a stranger to Akaashi’s moments of anxiety, and he’s definitely seen him cry more times than he’d like. But even in those times, Akaashi always maintains a modicum of control. When he cries, he does so for only a set amount of time, and then he stops. When he’s overthinking, he never tells Bokuto exactly what’s going on in his head.

Akaashi is always in control. He always has a plan. But right now he’s looking at Bokuto like he has no idea what he’ll do no matter what Bokuto does next. It’s strange. It’s different. It makes Bokuto want to hold him in his arms and tell him that he’ll take care of everything.

Bokuto just goes for it; he grabs Akaashi’s dick in his hand and watches as Akaashi’s eyes go wide. A shudder travels all the way up from where Bokuto is touching him to the tips of his bright red ears. Akaashi’s mouth is set in a straight, flat line and he clearly has no idea what to do with his hands. He opens and closes his fingers into fists, grasping at nothing, and he looks like he genuinely might short circuit.

Bokuto drags his palm up Akaashi’s cock and a garbled noise gets caught in Akaashi’s throat. With the next stroke, Akaashi covers his face with his hands. 

“Let me see your cute face,” Bokuto teases. “I want to see what you look like right now.”

It’s a shame that Akaashi is so shy. Bokuto has never really understood it, because there’s nothing at all for him to feel self-conscious about. He’s always been funny about praise and compliments too. At best they always left him feeling awkward; at worst, he’d get annoyed. Is Akaashi’s reaction to all this attention the same?

Akaashi moves his hands away from his face, instead reaching up to grip at the futon beside his head. He’s looking at Bokuto like he’s pleading for something he doesn’t want to ask for. His hips are twitching like he wants to buck up into Bokuto’s fist.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bokuto laughs, and gives him a few more long, slow strokes. Akaashi bites back another sound and his fingers tense in the mattress. Although this is an incredible view, Akaashi is still so tense.

So he lets go—much to Akaashi’s vocal dismay—and lays himself on top of him, chest to chest, and kisses under his chin. Instantly, Akaashi lets go of the futon and wraps his arms tightly around Bokuto. As Bokuto kisses the front of his throat, the side of his neck, the jut of his chin, Akaashi keeps trying to grind up against him from underneath.

This closeness is intoxicating. He can feel everything, every stretch of Akaashi’s muscles, every inhale and exhale, every heartbeat, racing ever faster. He can feel how there’s only thin fabric between them, and the strain of his erection reaching for Akaashi’s, wanting nothing more than that contact.

And somehow, this finally seems to make Akaashi relax. He’s kissing Bokuto now, so eagerly and so deeply that Bokuto feels like he’s trying to breathe the same oxygen in his lungs. His hands are plastered flat against Bokuto’s back, pulling him deeper in. They’re so close, so wound up together, that Bokuto is afraid he might open his eyes and find that Akaashi was actually never here. It really does feel like he’s sinking into Akaashi’s body.

“Bok-…Koutaro, wait.”

“Yes?” Bokuto replies mindlessly, sucking kisses down along the side of Akaashi’s neck.

“In my bag,” Akaashi continues as his long fingers grip the roots of Bokuto’s hair, “I brought…some things….”

“What things?” Bokuto is trying to listen but it’s so hard when Akaashi’s hot skin is on his tongue.

“Condoms and stuff.”

That catches Bokuto’s attention. He stops and looks up, straight into Akaashi’s eyes. “You did?”

“Yes.” Akaashi nods. “I just…I wanted to be prepared.”

Of course, Bokuto has his own tucked away somewhere Kuroo couldn’t find them. But the thought of Akaashi standing in a store aisle, staring at all the condom options with his brow furrowed in that intense way of his…Bokuto wants to use whichever ones Akaashi has picked out. That feels the most right.

“I bought some lubricant too,” Akaashi goes on. “I looked up the best one to get.”

“You…looked it up?”

Bokuto can envision it all now. Akaashi, perched on his desk chair with both his knees drawn up, no lights on, his laptop brightness at the maximum. Akaashi typing into Google what he should buy in order to have safe sex, maybe even what to buy for first-timers. Akaashi taking notes, writing down in a notebook the exact brands he’s going to buy, then braving the konbini on his own to purchase everything he’d read about the night before.

He wants to marry Akaashi so bad.

“In your bag, you said?” The words come out of Bokuto in a clumsy fumble.

“Yeah…the side zipper.”

Bokuto is up and at the bag in an instant. There’s not a single second to waste, he needs to get everything and come back immediately. He finds everything exactly where Akaashi said it was, and his heart is racing. He’s moments away.

“Okay, Keiji,” he says, settling back above Akaashi’s prone body. “There’s only one thing I’ll ask of you during this whole thing. I don’t want anything else.”

Akaashi raises a tentative eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I wanna hear you say my name when you finish.”

There’s a brief pause where Akaashi just blinks at him, then slowly, he blushes deeper and gives him a smile. “I’ll try to remember.”

 

Bokuto had to learn patience when it came to Akaashi. He had to learn that Akaashi actually thinks before he acts and speaks, and the fact that he doesn’t react to things right away doesn’t mean he feels nothing. Bokuto had to learn that where he might find spontaneity and impulsiveness to be exciting, Akaashi is much happier when he can see where he’s going.

But once Bokuto realized that, once he learned that patience, he realized that in the end, he and Akaashi would always end up in the same place.

It takes time to get Akaashi ready. They fumble around with all the packaging and bottles and Bokuto listens with rapt attention as Akaashi tells him how they should do this. He did, in fact, look up even this part online.

Even if Akaashi didn’t know the exact steps, Bokuto feels like he could have figured this out on his own. He’s gotten better at patience, at watching Akaashi’s expressions to decode the things he’s not saying, at controlling his own reckless impulses. Or rather, making those impulses work for him instead of against him now.

It’s slow, and feels like the process lasts hours, but Bokuto is okay with it. It could last forever for all he cares. Because it’s so wildly intimate already, he knows no one has ever touched Akaashi like this and he knows Akaashi would never let anyone else do it. Because through it all he can still kiss Akaashi, and he’s already found out that biting Akaashi just a little on the neck does wonders for relaxing him. Because Akaashi is making such little moans in his throat and it’s making Bokuto’s imagination run wild for what he might sound like later.

Eventually, they both think it’s enough, it’s time. Bokuto rests one forearm beside Akaashi’s head and places his palm on Akaashi’s face. With the other hand he positions himself just right, and then he lets Akaashi’s body take him in.

“Oh my God, Keiji…oh my god, Keiji,” Bokuto sputters out. The feeling is indescribable. Akaashi is so warm, so tight, it’s like Akaashi has no intention of ever letting him go. Bokuto wants to go deeper, he wants to crawl inside Akaashi’s chest, inside his mouth, inside his veins, everywhere he can reach. Experimentally, he moves forward a bit more, drawing out a little strangled gasp from Akaashi beneath him.

“Oh my God you’re perfect,” Bokuto says, his brain cracking open and every thought in his head spilling out. “You feel so good, Keiji, I love you so much….” He dips his head down to kiss Akaashi on the lips; his head is spinning and he feels drunk.

Underneath him, Akaashi is grabbing onto Bokuto’s wrists, his eyes dark and dilated. “Koutaro…” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “Move some more.”

So Bokuto does, slowly at first, watching Akaashi’s expression for any sign of discomfort. But it’s like he’s in thrall; Akaashi is just staring him directly in the eyes, his grip squeezing and relaxing on Bokuto’s wrists, and he’s making the cutest little moans Bokuto has ever heard. If Bokuto moves a little faster, if he pushes in and stays there a little longer, the moans get louder, some of them drawing out into loud whines that almost send Bokuto over the edge.

But this can’t end already. Not now, maybe not ever. This is beyond incredible, and Bokuto finds that he can’t stop talking.

“You feel so good around me,” Bokuto says. “God, you’ve always been so pretty but you’re so much prettier when you’re lying there looking like that.”

Akaashi hums something in response.

“Do you like this, Keiji? Is this good for you?”

“Yes….”

“You want more?”

“Yes, please….”

Bokuto buries his teeth in the side of Akaashi’s neck and thrusts harder. He hates how close he feels to the end already. He has to have some self-control. But every time he moves, Akaashi makes more of those intoxicating sounds and it’s not helping him keep it together.

“You’re so loud,” Bokuto says as he licks over the bite marks he’s left. “You want everyone to hear?”

Akaashi makes a sound like he was about to reply, but it’s drowned out by another strangled exhale.

“I’m that good, aren’t I? You trying to tell everyone?”

“I’m….”

“Am I doing good, Keiji?”

“Yes!” Akaashi cries out, and he grips the futon with shaking hands.

“Am I everything you imagined when you thought about doing this with me?”

“Better…so much better….”

Akaashi opens his eyes, and he looks so gorgeous laying there with his darkened gaze, his lips hanging just slightly open, a bead of sweat dripping down from his forehead….

Bokuto picks up speed, changing from measured, deliberate movements to what he’s really wanted to do this whole time. Akaashi has never asked him to hold back, so why would he start now? Akaashi has always been able to take everything Bokuto can give him, he’s always been able to step up to whatever Bokuto might ask of him.

With the quickened pace, Bokuto is rewarded with the loudest sound Akaashi has made all night. A real, honest yell, and he’s making that noise again, and again, and again.

Bokuto doesn’t ever want to come, he wants to stay just like this, falling deeper and deeper into Akaashi’s body. He wants Akaashi to keep holding him like this, he wants to feel Akaashi’s fingernails digging into his back, he wants to hear Akaashi’s rhythmic exhales and whimpers for the rest of his life. He wants to do this every night, he wants to clean Akaashi up when it’s over and fall asleep with him settled safely on Bokuto’s chest.

One year isn’t enough. Bokuto needs at least a hundred anniversaries with Akaashi.

Akaashi is shouting now, holding up against Bokuto’s relentless, greedy pace, and Bokuto feels the moment Akaashi’s orgasm starts to creep up on him. His whole body tenses and he grabs onto Bokuto so hard that he knows it will bruise in the morning—and Bokuto hopes it does—and he’s sputtering out the beginnings of Bokuto’s name.

It’s going to happen any second now.

Bokuto isn’t there yet himself, so he doesn’t stop. But it doesn’t take much. Two thrusts later, deep and demanding, and Akaashi digs his nails into Bokuto’s biceps and screams: “ Koutaro!!

And he says it again, and again, like it’s the only word he knows, the syllables breaking into pieces in his mouth and forming back together again. Bokuto thinks his name sounds beautiful when Akaashi says it like this. That’s all it takes for Bokuto to finish, drowning out Akaashi’s fading exhales with an immodest growl.

Akaashi after sex is one of the most beautiful versions of him Bokuto has ever seen.

Akaashi is smiling and covered in sweat and breathing as heavily as the times he used to stay late to help Bokuto practice spiking. Bokuto can see the little red marks all over his neck where he bit him and kissed him, and he knows that tomorrow they’ll be in full bloom. He just looks so happy, there’s not a trace of anxiety to be seen in his expression.

Bokuto doesn’t want to pull out of him, though he knows he probably should. He leans down to give him a deep kiss, pushing his tongue inside Akaashi’s mouth greedily. He wants every bit of contact he can get. He wants to stay one body, he doesn’t want to go back to his own just yet.

“Did I do good, Keiji?” he asks, pushing a bit of sweat drenched hair off Akaashi’s forehead.

“Of course you did,” Akaashi replies. “You always do.”

Bokuto laughs and lifts him up just enough for a hug. “I do, don’t I!”

Akaashi is hugging him back and rubbing his palms over the scratches he left on Bokuto’s back. “Sorry if I got carried away.”

“Please get carried away more, Keiji, I love it when you’re like that!”

“If you insist.”

Bokuto lays Akaashi back down and takes in the sight of him once more. “One more time!” he declares before he can stop himself.

Akaashi looks surprised for only a moment, but then he nods with a wide smile. “How about…maybe this time I turn over?”

“You want to do that? Really, Keiji?!”

“You can probably get a better grip on my hips that way.”

It’s probably not the time to tell Akaashi that he’s thought about this exact scenario an unhealthy amount of times. Maybe later he will. But right now all he can do is nod, help Akaashi onto his stomach, and try not to finish again right away.

It feels so easy the second time. Whatever jitters Bokuto had in the beginning are completely gone. He knows what to expect now, he’s learning quickly and he’s learning so much more than he ever thought was possible to know. He finds out that if he kisses Akaashi directly on the back of his neck, it sends a shiver all the way down Akaashi’s spine. He realizes that he can’t stop himself from rambling through every second, consumed with the need to tell Akaashi exactly how perfect he looks, how much Bokuto loves him like this, until he’s just repeating the same things over and over. 

They continue for hours. Each time they think they’ve had enough, a single glance or a swift brush of fingertips in just the right place has them falling over each other again. Bokuto loses track of how many times, in the end, he gets an orgasm out of Akaashi. He just knows that every single time, Akaashi says his name. And maybe it was somewhere around the second or third time, but Bokuto hears something in Akaashi’s voice where he knows that Akaashi will never call him anything else again.

 

“Your neighbors hate you now,” Akaashi mumbles, halfway asleep with his head on Bokuto’s chest.

Bokuto runs his fingers through Akaashi’s messy hair. “They won’t complain. The mom next door has an extremely loving husband, so this was payback.”

Akaashi laughs. “Still. I feel a little bad.”

“Well, if you like I can put earplugs in everyone’s mailbox tomorrow.”

“Please don’t. It’s very thoughtful, but unnecessary.”

Bokuto presses a kiss atop Akaashi’s head and hugs him tightly. “This was the best anniversary ever, Keiji!”

Akaashi giggles softly, and it’s a testament to how tired he is that he doesn’t bother commenting that this was their only one so far. Bokuto knows he’s thinking it.

“Do you want to have more anniversaries with me?” Bokuto asks.

“Of course, Koutaro,” Akaashi mumbles in response. He nuzzles deeper into Bokuto’s chest. “All of them.”

“Keiji!” Bokuto’s heart feels like it’s doing backflips. Akaashi is practically sleeptalking, but he has to be sincere, right? “Do you mean it?”

Akaashi doesn’t answer. He’s doing his little hummingbird snore, and Bokuto feels Akaashi’s body sink into a more solid weight on top of him. Bokuto wants so badly to wake him and ask him if he really meant that, if he wanted ten more anniversaries or a hundred more. But he’s also perfectly happy to just lay here and let Akaashi sleep. He must be feeling safe here.

Bokuto will ask him in the morning, but he’s pretty sure he already knows the answer.

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