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MSBY had just won their most recent game against the Red Falcons. A post-game tradition when playing in Osaka had the team piled into Onigiri Miya after hours to drink, laugh, and party with the visiting team. Akaashi, visiting at Bokuto’s behest, had followed the promise of Osamu’s onigiri as motivation to attend despite the editor’s exhaustion.
A few hours later, Akaashi found himself drunk and content, swaying slowly to the music that thrummed through the restaurant. As the editor swayed, he opened half-glazed eyes to take in the sight of a dark-haired Miya twin, sitting in a corner booth, window cracked open as he smoked a cigarette.
Akaashi’s eyes rolled over the restaurateur, taking him in. The man had grown broader since high school, a sight that made Akaashi’s mouth water. He’d always found the quieter twin attractive back when they played volleyball. The man’s decision to change his hair from the familiar silver to the sinful black had left Akaashi staring one too many times when the man took off his signature baseball cap. Since the first MSBY game, a dance had begun between them. No end in sight.
As Akaashi’s eyes moved up the twin’s body, his breath caught when his eyes met a gunmetal gaze. The curious tilt of Osamu’s head as he pulled a drag from his cigarette was a siren’s call. Akaashi would blame it on the alcohol as he felt a smirk curl upon his face. It was the liquid courage that motivated him to lick his lips and move towards the smoking restaurateur in the corner.
Akaashi’s steps were direct as he stopped in front of Osamu. There was a beat of silence as the two stared at each other, evaluating, considering. The next, Akaashi placed a knee on the outside of Osamu’s, hands coming up to grip the back of the booth, effectively caging Osamu in.
Osamu's eyes widened. “Hi,” he murmured, taking another drag from his cigarette.
“Hi,” Akaashi murmured, leaning in close, inhaling the smoke from Osamu’s exhale.
Osamu’s lips quirked as he reached out with a free hand to push a stray piece of hair behind Akaashi’s ear. His hand grazed Akaashi’s ear, the touch burning, as his hand drifted down to cup Akaashi’s cheek.
Akaashi’s eye fluttered shut at the heat. He leaned into the touch, turning his head slightly to place a kiss along the curve of Osamu’s palm. Akaashi looked at Osamu through lidded eyes as he proceeded to lick along the pad of Osamu’s thumb.
A thrill ran down Akaashi’s spine as he watched Osamu’s eyes darken. The hand cupping his face shifted, moving to the back of his neck, pulling him close. A quiet gasp escaped Akaashi’s lips, the sound morphing into a whine as Osamu grabbed a fist of his hair. The sharp tug sent shivers down his spine, eyes-rolling.
“Can I help ya, A-kaa-shi?” His words were spoken in a low voice as he took another drag from his cigarette. As he exhaled, the smoke skimmed the edge of Akaashi’s face, curling between them.
“That depends,” Akaashi breathed.
Osamu raised a brow. “On?”
Akaashi leaned closer. His other leg slid up onto the booth so that he was straddling Osamu. The movement caused the hair locked in Osamu’s fist to pull, the sharp pain causing Akaashi’s mouth to part. “If you eat as well as you cook.”
Osamu’s eyes widened before a smirk curled at his lips. His eyes drifted down to Akaashi’s pout. He licked his lips before whispering between them, “Oh, darlin’, I don’t just eat. I feast.”
Akaashi’s grip on the booth tightened as he let out a shaky breath.
Gunmetal eyes returned to meet slate blue. Osamu bit his lip, maintaining eye contact as he put out the remnants of his cigarette on the nearby ashtray. The hand tangled in Akaashi’s hair gave a sharp tug before sliding down the former setter’s back and was joined by his other hand, pinning Akaashi’s hips.
The heat from Osamu’s hands were like brands on his skin as Akaashi was pulled to sit fully on top of the chef. Akaashi’s mouth parted in an ‘o’ as his hips met a growing hardness beneath him.
“So?” Osamu murmured, a smirk on his lips as he leaned forward, brushing his nose with Akaashi’s.
The former setter swallowed as his hands slid from their grip on the booth to tangle in the black shirt stretched across Osamu’s shoulders. “So,” Akaashi breathed, drifting closer, lips brushing.
Osamu chuckled, the vibration thrumming through Akaashi’s bones as the music blared around them. The restaurateur crossed the space between them, impossibly close, only to bite Akaashi’s lip sharply. He pulled it back for a moment, a sharp ache shooting through the editor’s body, before releasing it. Akaashi’s breath hitched, his hands tightening in Osamu’s shirt as his hips stuttered, grinding forward.
Osamu’s grip on him tightened at the motion. He pulled the man closer, leaning in to whisper against Akaashi’s lips. “Well, Keiji?”
Akaashi panted as his gaze focused on Osamu’s lips. The man beneath him rolled their hips together causing Akaashi to bite back a whine as he dove forward, crushing their lips together. The relief was instantaneous. Akaashi ground his hips down more firmly, chasing the taste of nicotine and gin.
Osamu moaned, pulling Akaashi closer, his grip pinning the smaller man’s hips as they stuttered. He prodded open Akaashi’s lips with his tongue, making quick work of swallowing the editor’s whines.
As they parted for breath, Osamu moved forward, nipping along Akaashi’s throat. Akaashi’s head tilted back, panting as his hand rose to tangle in black hair. His neck was painted purple and red by hungry persistence.
“More,” Akaashi murmured, hands tightening. “More,” he cried louder, mind going fuzzy, as his hips kept grinding, length hardening. Osamu hummed in agreement against the crook of Akaashi’s throat, arms sliding under Akaashi’s ass to pull him closer to his chest.
He let out a yelp, thighs tightening around Osamu’s chest as he clutched onto the chef for dear life. The chef had stood, firmly gripping the editor in his arms. Akaashi’s cheeks heated at the chuckles Osamu let loose, the vibration echoing in his chest as he was carried away from the party into the back kitchen.
The door to the kitchen slammed shut behind them, the sounds of the party muffled. Akaashi let out a squeak as he fell backwards. Osamu laid the editor along a cleaned metal prep table, caging the man between his arms. Akaashi’s breath hitched at the press of the cool surface beneath him, gaze focused on gunmetal eyes hovering above him.
His eyes fluttered shut as Osamu leaned down to kiss him. A whine escaped his lips as Osamu pulled from the feather-light kiss, Akaaahi’s body instinctively following for more. Osamu smirked, brushing Akaashi’s nose with his own before dragging himself down Akaashi’s body and standing at the end of the table.
Akaashi’s breath stuttered at the sight. Osamu gripped his hips and yanked him towards the edge of the table. He panted as dexterous hands worked his belt and jeans open. He could only lift his hips as Osamu worked the garment down his body. However, instead of removing them altogether, Osamu left the clothes tangled around Akaashi’s ankles, binding them.
He watched through lidded eyes as Osamu stepped between his legs, throwing them over his shoulders. His teeth bit into his lip, as he watched Osamu place a kiss on the inside of his knee. The tender touch made his leg tremble as the brush of stubble burned along his thigh.
Akaashi’s breath hitched at the sharp nip given to his skin. His hands fisted, nails biting into his palms. There was no purchase on the metal table. Akaashi tried to muffle his moans, the watery cries escaping as his legs trembled. Akaashi’s back arched at a particularly sharp bite to his inner thigh, an “ah” escaping him as his hand flew to tangle in Osamu’s hair.
He forced his eyes open, chest heaving, as he took in the sight of Osamu south of him. The man’s face rested between pale skin littered with red and purple marks. Evidence of a merciless feast. Calloused hands gripped Akaashi’s thighs with bruising strength, a smirk decorating Osamu’s face as he met Akaashi’s eyes, licking his lips.
He muffled a gasp, Osamu’s tongue flicking out and licking across the sensitive skin of Akaashi’s hip. The wet heat worked its way down. Osamu’s nose skimmed the edge of Akaashi’s leaking cock. He whined at the shock of pleasure that ran through him. This man would be the death of him.
His heart pounded in his chest, breath coming out in shallow gasps. A whine cut through the air, the shock of wet heat pressing against his rim sending Akaashi’s mind spiralling. He struggled to right himself, Osamu’s eyes meeting his before the man pressed his tongue against Akaashi’s opening. His arms trembled, giving out from under him as his body succumbed to the pleasure.
His arms flung up to cover his face as Osamu devoured him. The heat of the muscle working itself in him left Akaahi’s mind scattered. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, unable to form words, only weak moans escaping him.
Akaashi whined when Osamu pulled away from him. His face heated with embarrassment at the sound, peeking through his arms to see the restaurateur leaning above him. The man smirked, hand coming up to skim across the length of Akaashi’s torso. He arched into the touch, body chasing it instinctively.
“Eyes on me, Keiji,” Osamu taunted.
Akaashi gulped, chest heaving as he watched Osamu return down to the cradle of his thighs. Pupils dilated, devouring gunmetal as Osamu leaned forward. Osamu’s wet exhale against his cock left Akaashi twitching. Never breaking eye contact, Osamu swallowed his length, taking Akaashi all the way to the hilt.
His head flung back, fully arching off the table as warmth engulfed him. Osamu’s hands pinned Akaashi. His pale hands scrambled for purchase, tangling in Osamu’s black hair. He cried as Osamu’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing.
“O-Osa—” His voice cut out as Osamu took him to the hilt again. Osamu hummed, the sensation leaving Akaashi trembling as he pressed his tongue to the underside of Akaashi’s cock.
His eyes rolled as the waves of pressure grew, mouth open in a permanent ‘o’. His face twitched as he felt a finger against his cock, entering Osamu’s mouth. Akaashi struggled to raise his head, trying to understand the feeling, only for it to disappear the moment he caught sight of Osamu’s face pressed into his curls.
He laid his head back, sucking in air, ears ringing when his full-body spasmed. Osamus’ grip kept him in place, as the chef worked a long finger inside Akaashi. The feel of Osamu’s knuckle-dragging across his rim had Akaashi hurtling towards the edge.
His hands yanked on Osamu’s hair, trying to get away, but Osamu held firm, taking Akaashi deeper while his hand pinned Akaashi’s bucking hips down. He ignored Akaashi’s words of warning, working a second finger into the former setter. Akaashi cried as his prostate was grazed, nerves dancing on the edge. Osamu hummed in success, pressing the two fingers more firmly.
Akaashi let out a voiceless scream as he came. His vision became spotted as he tumbled over the edge. Osamu’s fingers milked his prostate, swallowing Akaashi’s release. The editor was an oversensitive, twitching mess when Osamu released him.
Osamu licked his lips, maintaining eye contact as he sucked his two fingers clean. Akaashi’s body trembled at the sight. Gunmetal eyes raked across his body, taking in the wrecked sight.
A soft smile pulled onto the chef’s lips as he removed himself from between Akaashi’s legs. He slipped the pants over the editor’s useless body, his hand drifting to the corner of Akaashi’s lips. He swiped at the drool that had collected there, taking in the sight of hazy slate blue eyes. Osamu licked the drool from his thumb before reaching down to collect a blissed-out Akaashi in his arms.
Akaashi’s face buried into the curve of Osamu’s neck. “Where are you taking me?” he croaked.
“Upstairs, so ya can sleep it off,” Osamu said, navigating the two of them towards the narrow stairwell that led up to his second-floor apartment.
Akaashi frowned, grip tightening on the chef. “No.”
“No?”
“I do not want to sleep,” Akaashi argued, pressing a kiss into Osamu’s throat. He’d finally managed to get Osamu on top of him, the last thing he wanted was for it to end.
Osamu’s breath hitched. “Yes, ya need rest,” Osamu argued, as he maneuvered the door to his apartment open.
Akaashi whined, twisting himself out of Osamu’s grip. His legs gave out beneath him. Strong arms caught him. Osamu’s chest rumbling in a chuckle as Akaashi attempted to right himself.
“No,” Akaashi tried again, more firmly as he forced himself to stand.
“Yes,” Osamu returned, voice stern as he stared Akaashi down.
Akaashi licked his lips, a thrill running down his spine as he met Osamu’s gaze head-on. “Make me.”
Osamu’s eyes darkened, his grip on Akaashi’s hips tightening. “Fine.”
The man swooped down, throwing Akaashi over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He ignored the smaller man’s yelp of indignation. He marched them into the neighbouring bedroom, throwing Akaashi on the bed.
It was going to be a long night.