girls♥girls · @hanamatsus
18th May 2015 from TwitLonger
tsukiaka fingering i'm sorry
Tsukishima has his hand tangled in Akaashi's hair when Akaashi drags his hand down his side. Tsukishima lets out tiny little noises into Akaashi's mouth that make his thighs tingle with heat. It's hard to evaluate at this stage if it makes him feel hotter than when he first started liking Tsukishima, let his eyes linger on the way he blocked and focused on the court from the other side of the net.
Now, now Tsukishima's sliding his hands down Akaashi's neck, and Akaashi moans. Tsukishima's fingers are long and curl against his skin, flexing every so often. Akaashi thinks about it more than he should, maybe runs his own hands down to the hem of Tsukishima's shirt and slides the backs of his knuckles against the flat of Tsukishima's stomach. Tsukishima gasps and licks into Akaashi's mouth. Akaashi smirks.
"What," says Tsukishima, when they break apart a second later. He's panting almost inaudibly, but his cheeks are pink and pupils are dilated, which is even more hypnotizing when he's not wearing his glasses.
Akaashi stares for a second, then bends his head into the crook of Tsukishima's neck. "Nothing," he says, smiles again.
Tsukishima huffs and pushes him back by the shoulders. Akaashi thinks that he's going to ask again, but instead Tsukishima kisses the corner of his mouth.
"Let's get on with it," he murmurs, focusing at a spot near Akaashi's collarbone. "If you don't mind."
*
Akaashi is probably staring. He's staring.
"What's taking so long?"
Tsukishima tries to look behind him, but Akaashi's pretty sure it's hard for him because of both the angle and the fact that, well, the lack of glasses.
Akaashi swallows and curls his finger and Tsukishima stops trying to crane his head back, shoves his face into the pillow. Akaashi moves his finger slowly, watching the way it disappears from the first knuckle to the next. In front of him, Tsukishima is muffling his moans with the pillow, and Akaashi curls his finger again.
"Are you okay with another?" he asks.
Tsukishima whips his head around. He might be glaring, but Akaashi's still kind of more focused on his index finger inside Tsukishima's asshole. He flexes it, and feels Tsukishima's muscles clench.
"We have," Tsukishima bites out, "gone up to three fingers, why are you asking me if I'm okay with two?"
"I just wanted to make sure," says Akaashi, and takes his one finger out.
He slicks it up with lube and his middle finger now. Tsukishima is louder when he scissors his fingers together, and Akaashi's own dick twitches at the thought of it. Tsukishima has his head up and is watching him again, but Akaashi is staring at the way the lube runs down his knuckles, the length of his fingers, how they're going to slide up into Tsukishima soon.
Tsukishima clears his throat.
"You should do another," he says.
"Another?"
"Another finger," says Tsukishima. "Right now."
His cheeks turn darker and not because he's half-naked with his ass up in Akaashi's face. Maybe. Akaashi's thighs burn with anticipation and he reopens the bottle, stretches his fingers. Tsukishima's still staring. Swallows.
Akaashi says, "Alright."