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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Sawamura_Daichi/Sugawara_Koushi
  Character:
      Sawamura_Daichi, Sugawara_Koushi, Iwaizumi_Hajime, Oikawa_Tooru, Azumane
      Asahi
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Mental_Institution, Mental_Instability, Consensual
      Violence, Non-Graphic_Violence, Self-Harm, Possessive_Behavior, Hand
      Jobs, Codependency, Drabble_Collection, Choking, Autoerotic_Asphyxiation,
      Blood, Blood_Kink, Voyeurism, Blow_Jobs, Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-07 Updated: 2017-04-11 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5742
****** It Is A Dangerous Thing, Your Love ******
by Souliebird
Summary
     A series of interconnected drabbles about the boy with a short temper
     and violent tendencies and the other boy he can't decide if he wants
     to kiss or strangle.
Notes
     I got this au in my head and it wouldn't let me write anything else
     until I let it out. It's a bit fucked up but I decided I might as
     well post it anyways.
***** Chapter 1 *****
He’s reading one of the books his bunkmate has been assigned when Suga comes
waltzing into the room like he owns it. He doesn’t own it, because it is Daichi
and Asahi’s room; Suga has been sequestered down the hall in the single rooms
because he is not allowed to have a bunkmate. But he owns it, because he owns
Daichi and Asahi, as much as Daichi hates to admit it.
Daichi simply raises his arm as he continues to read and Suga slips under it
and wiggles about until he’s between Daichi’s thighs and leaning back against
his chest. He’s pouting, very pointedly.
Daichi ignores him until he’s finished the paragraph he was reading, then
closes the book. Suga starts talking immediately.
“I have a soul, you know.”
“Mmm, I figured.” Daichi tilts his head to rest it on Suga’s shoulder.
“I do. It’s probably very lovely.”
“I’m sure.”
Suga huffs and grabs at the book Daichi was reading, then tosses it to the side
so he can properly hold Daichi’s hands. Daichi allows it; the book wasn’t that
interesting.
“Hanamaki said I didn’t have a soul.” Suga sounds dejected and Daichi does not
like it. His pulls Suga flush against his chest and growls out a response.
“He did, did he?”
“He said I’m filled with ice and dirt,” Suga is frowning and he tilts his head
back so Daichi can see the frown. Daichi scowls.
“The other one thought it was funny,” there is a pause and Suga turns their
hands so their fingers can be laced together. It's a soft gesture and soothes
the beast in Daichi’s chest. Just for a moment. “Do you think I’m filled with
dirt?”
“Of course not,” Daichi turns his head to place a soft kiss on Suga’s throat.
The other boy tilts his head, baring the flesh for Daichi. It makes him want to
bite down hard into it and do other, rougher, things, but they’ll get in
trouble, again, if they close the door. And well, Daichi doesn’t like getting
into trouble because then it makes Suga upset. And Daichi hates it when Suga is
upset.
“Maybe with ice, though,” He adds as an afterthought. Suga smacks at his hand.
They are quiet a moment, Suga leaning heavily back into Daichi, and him nosing
at the pale throat in front of him, wondering how much he can get away with
when the door is open when he realizes something.
“You’re here.”
“Ah, yes? Don’t tell me you’ve started seeing things. They’ll move you to
another ward.”
“No,” Daichi snaps, because he’s not that kind of crazy. He maybe just has a
bit of an anger problem and an unhealthy possessive streak. “You’re here,
wanting me to ravish you. Not out there, seeking revenge.”
“Revenge is such a petty word, my love.”
Daichi glares at Suga and the other boy just smiles blindingly at him.
Sometimes Daichi wants to wring his pretty neck.
“Okay, fine. It happened this morning. And speaking of which, Iwaizumi might
maybe be looking for me.”
Daichi groans and presses his forehead into Suga’s shoulder. “I hate fighting
Iwaizumi.”
Because no one gets to touch Suga except for Daichi and maybe sometimes Asahi
is Suga is feeling cuddly and Daichi is feeling generous.
“His ribs are still broken from last time.” Suga offers and Daichi scoffs.
“I just wanted to read today.”
“Reading is boring. Watching you get bloodied and bruised before they drag you
apart isn’t.”
“Your soul isn’t worth this.”
“Oh, please, Daichi, we both know I don’t have one of those.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Codependency.
     That is what the doctors called it. They are too attached to each
     other and it is dangerous. His therapist tells him that for his
     safety, for Suga’s safety, they have to learn to live without each
     other. Suga will be turning eighteen and leaving before Daichi will,
     and if Daichi wants him to flourish in society, Suga needs to be able
     to stand on his own.
     Daichi doesn't tell the doctor Suga doesn't need him.
Suga slashes open his wrists when Daichi is moved to another ward. It is
dramatic, and he even goes as far as to write Daichi’s name on the wall in his
own blood before he passes out.
When he wakes up, he refuses to talk to anyone.
The doctors bring Daichi in as a last ditch effort when Suga stops eating.
The silver haired teen quite literally crawls off his bed and into Daichi’s lap
the moment he sits on the bedside chair, purring like a kitten and asking how
Daichi is doing.
Daichi calls him an idiot.
They move Daichi back into Asahi’s room.
Codependency.
That is what the doctors called it. They are too attached to each other and it
is dangerous. His therapist tells him that for his safety, for Suga’s safety,
they have to learn to live without each other. Suga will be turning eighteen
and leaving before Daichi will, and if Daichi wants him to flourish in society,
Suga needs to be able to stand on his own.
Daichi doesn't tell the doctor Suga doesn't need him; that it had all been a
ploy to get Daichi back into his proper ward. Suga hadn't even cut himself in a
way that would have really killed him.
He has been fucking with the doctors because he has been bored. Daichi has just
been a valid excuse.
Because being in a different ward has never been a problem for them.
They have both been moved before and Daichi still found himself waking up in
the middle of the night to arms sliding around his waist. Even when he was in
confinement for breaking Oikawa’s arm (the fucker had truly deserved it that
time and had been lucky Suga hadn't been present. No one messes with Asahi.)
It has never just been Suga who reaches out. Daichi has become an expert at
scaling the hospital walls, but he's only ever used the skill to get back to
Suga. He doesn't know how many times he's been yelled at and lectured for being
where he isn't supposed to be, because the silver haired teen is there.
Suga thinks it is hilarious, because of course he does. Daichi just doesn't
trust him enough to be by himself for too long.
And Daichi really doesn't like it when other people look at Suga, so he needs
to remind them all who Suga belongs to (in reality it is who Daichi belongs to.
Suga has owned him since Suga had broken his thumb with a smile in their first
meeting)
Asahi is at least glad to have Daichi back; he was worried about who would be
assigned to him. Daichi briefly wonders if that was Suga’s ploy.
Asahi is the only reason Daichi knows that Suga isn't a sociopath. Suga
genuinely cares about the anxious teen and his comforts. They both go out of
their way to care for the gentle giant; not only protecting him from the others
and their scathing remarks but keeping anything that would cause him discomfort
away. They read his assigned books before he does, to mark anything that might
upset him and they have slowly eased him out of his shell to the point they can
even joke around.
He's the only person Daichi can room with because Daichi can't snap at him.
The one time he did, before they became lovers, Suga pinned him to the ground
and held a shank to his throat.
It was one of the most arousing things Daichi has ever experienced.
Daichi decides that proves the doctor’s wrong; they can’t completely obsessed
with each other if they both also care about Asahi. Suga can function just fine
without him.
And the fact Daichi hasn’t been able to sleep a wink since he was first moved
to the other ward, since Suga foolishly got himself locked in the hospital
ward, means absolutely nothing.
His lack of sleep and the fact his head has been pounding for days is the
source of his irritability, not because he misses his best friend. His lover.
His everything.
He can’t sleep without Suga.
He needs those spindly arms around him, to sooth the beast in his chest and
lull him to sleep. He needs Suga’s whispered late night talks, the rutting
against each other with no care about noise because Asahi’s sleep medicine
knocks him the fuck out.
He needs to know they are both okay for him to be able to sleep.
He digs the balls of his hands into his eyes.
He’s so tired and Suga is like three wards away, under lock and key, and not
even he can slip away, Daichi thinks. The hospital is actually pretty good at
keeping track of its suicidal patients.
Daichi is going to wring Suga’s pretty little neck when he sees him next. He
should have done a less grand stupid gesture.
Daichi doesn’t like being kept away from him this long, the fucker should have
known that.
He’ll wring his neck twice.
The bedroom door creaks open and Daichi turns his head towards to slowly.
Suga is standing there in the hospital dressing gowns and Daichi can see the
bandages around his wrists. He’s paler than normal, and there are deep shadows
around his eyes. His lips and red and shiny.
He slips into the room, closes the door, and walks to the edge of Daichi’s bed,
knees bumping into it.
“You’re late.” Daichi whispers with some annoyance. Suga tilts his head to one
side and smiles. It's empty and sad.
“They keep giving me female nurses.” He pauses, then sits on the bed. He flops
down next to Daichi a moment later and Daichi eagerly, greedily, wraps his arms
around Suga’s thin waist and holds him close, pressing his face into Suga’s
shoulder.
“Don’t tell me…” Daichi trails off, not even wanting to say it. He scowls and
he wonders if Suga can feel it against his skin.
Suga laughs and brings his hands up to run through Daichi’s hair. “Of course
not, my love. They are too...uptight for that.” He presses a kiss to Daichi’s
temple. “I blew the janitor.”
Daichi tightens his grip on Suga. He wants to pretend it is a joke, but he
knows it isn’t. Suga isn’t above such tricks.
He digs his fingers into Suga’s hips, intent on bruising his skin.
The beast inside him growls.
“You’re mine.” He snarls.
Suga rolls them so he is straddling Daichi’s lap and he places his hands on
Daichi’s bare chest.
“I couldn’t sleep.” Suga states, leaning down slightly. He tilts his head up
slightly and Daichi’s hands shoot up before he can even think about it. He
squeezes and Suga closes his eyes, like he enjoys it when Daichi chokes him.
He probably does.
“You. Are. Mine.” He repeats.
Suga leans into the hold, pushing forward until he's lying chest to chest with
Daichi. Daichi squeezes tighter, earning a strangled gasp, and then surges
forward to claim Suga’s lips in a searing kiss. Suga responds, licking at
Daichi’s lips as he does, tightening his grip on Daichi’s hair.
Suga grinds down on Daichi’s dick, which is already responding.
He digs his thumb into Suga’s windpipe, and he feels the other teen jerk under
him. Daichi grins into the kiss, rolls his hips up.
Suga pulls back slightly, parting his lips and trying to suck in a breath.
Daichi squeezes even more.
Suga opens his eyes and looks down through his lashes at Daichi. He doesn't
struggle.
Daichi suddenly recalls a conversation they had, long ago. That Suga would let
Daichi kill him if he wanted to. Daichi had been in a mood, had been picking
fights, had wanted to get it out, to bloody his fists. Suga had pulled him
aside and provoked him enough that Daichi lashed out.
Daichi loosens his hold and Suga sucks in a breath, tilting his head back as he
does.
Daichi laughs, some part of him enjoying this too much, then pulls Suga into
kiss before he can regain his breath.
Suga rocks down into him, moaning a little too loudly. Daichi moves his hands
from Suga’s throat to cup his cheeks instead. He pulls him closer, sticks his
tongue down Suga’s throat as he rocks his hips up.
Suga pushes down onto him.
He's hard. He's so hard it hurts but he's exhausted. He wants nothing more than
to roll them over, get the lube he has hidden under his bed, and fuck Suga
until they are boneless masses, but honestly didn't think he can.
Suga likes to put up a bit of a fight during foreplay and Daichi doesn't want
to deal with it.
He moves one hand to the back of Suga’s head, tangles his hand in his pretty
silver hair, and yanks back hard.
Suga looks down at him with blown out eyes.
“You have two choices.”
Suga raises his brows.
“I'm not going to fuck you. I'm too tired.”
“Do I get to fuck you?”
Daichi narrows his eyes. Suga smiles.
Daichi doesn't like to be fucked, not really. Suga can be too rough and, while
it feels great at the time, it hurts too much after. He's not sure if Suga
cares or not. Daichi at least makes sure Suga is properly prepped before he
fucks him. Mostly because he enjoys drawing things out and seeing Suga writhe
in pleasure.
“You can either get the lube out and wrap your hands around our dicks,” Suga
licks his lips at that, “or put that pretty mouth of yours to work.”
“Why do I have to do all the work?”
“Because I haven't slept in three fucking days because you thought it would be
cute to write my name on the walls in your own blood, you fucked up idiot.”
Suga pouts. “I thought it was romantic. Did you not see the hearts?”
“No, I didn't see it at all.”
Suga scowls. Daichi tugs on his hair, but the other teen leans forward until
their noses are brushing against each other. Daichi refuses to let go of his
hair, so it's pulling tight.
“What if I make you another one?” Suga asks in a purr. It makes Daichi rock his
hips up. “What if I write it on you? Make sure you are covered in all of me?”
Daichi pulls him down into a kiss, then shoves him back up. “You're not making
me lose another three days of sleep.”
“Then write me a love note.”
“I already did.”
He eyes the ring of bruises forming around Suga’s neck.
He leans back down and they kiss. It's still hard, Daichi doesn't think they
can really do soft, but it's gentler.
There is no biting.
Suga works his hand between them, pushes at Daichi’s bottoms until he’s
exposed. Daichi groans at the cold air, at the too tight grip Suga uses on him.
There is no lube and it hurts, but he'll be fucking lying if says it doesn't
feel good. He rocks up into it, moans into the kiss.
Suga shifts, moves around without breaking the kiss or letting go of Daichi,
then there is lube and Suga has both of them in his hand.
Daichi ruts up with each stroke, not even trying to control himself. His
fingers are tangled up so much in Suga’s hair he's not sure he can let go
anymore. His other hand drops back down to Suga’s neck and squeezes.
Suga responds by tightening his own grip.
Maybe it's because he's so tired or maybe because he hasn't cum since the last
time Suga had his hands around him, but before he knows it, his back is arching
and he's crying out into Suga’s mouth.
Suga follows him a moment later, biting into his lip, and works them both
through it.
When he pulls back, let's them go, there is blood and a smile on his lips.
Daichi stares up at him a moment before he can't keep his eyes open any longer.
They are too heavy and he is too tired.
He relaxes his hands, no longer choking Suga or pulling his hair. Suga moves
again, doesn't tuck Daichi back into his pants, just lays himself out on
Daichi’s chest. Rests his head on his shoulder, stretches out his legs so they
are tangled together even more.
“They better not take away my outdoor time for harboring you.” Daichi mumbles
into Suga’s temple.
“You make it sound like I'm a criminal.”
Daichi grunts in response. As he starts to drift, he tugs slightly on Suga’s
locks. “Which janitor?”
“The one with the moustache.”
He grunts again, but then presses his lips lightly into Suga’s hair, a mock of
a kiss. “Don't ever pull that shit again. You are mine.”
Suga gives a pleased hum and Daichi falls asleep wondering how long he'll wind
up in solitary confinement for if he only breaks the janitor’s nose.
***** Sleep *****
Chapter Summary
     Nothing really helps, but they give him a shot and lead him back to
     his room and let him sleep until it doesn't hurt to have his eyes
     open
He's been having migraines since he was thirteen. It's the only time he will
even willingly go to one of the doctors.
Nothing really helps, but they give him a shot and lead him back to his room
and let him sleep until it doesn't hurt to have his eyes open.
It's the one time he's allowed to keep the door of the room shut during the
day. They put a nice little sign on the door so the orderlies don't open it and
bitch at him.
The other patients know better than to even try to come into the room.
He only pities Asahi because he essentially locks his friend out of their room
for up to seventy two hours. And of course, the other teen is a saint and never
once complains. He even brings Daichi jello pops when the pain stops.
But the pain isn't going to be going away anytime soon. It's barely just
started, the thumping in his head that makes him feel like his head is going to
be ripped apart from the inside. The medication hasn't kicked in. Hasn't put
him out of his damn misery, yet.
He wants to curl up, to tug at his hair to try and stop the pain, stop the way
his stomach is knotting and churning. He won't throw up, he never does, but
he's always like two seconds away.
But he can't move. He can barely stay on his side, but he knows things are
worse when he's on his back. He's better on his side.
It just sucks and he hates it and he needs the drugs to kick in. He can't even
try to sleep without the drugs. It hurts too much.
His hands are shaking. Not a lot, but enough it's irritating him. It's shifting
the blankets and he can feel it all the way down his body.
He wants to scream and kick them off, but that requires moving and he can't.
His eyes are just starting to feel heavy when he hears the door click. He's
prepared to scream at them as it opens just slightly and light shines in.
But then it closes with barely any noise and the light is gone.
But it's too much, too much stimulation, and Daichi’s shaking hands go up to
cover his ears, to try to block out any other noise.
Which means he doesn't hear the footsteps. But the bed behind him dips, makes
Daichi go stiff, because his mind goes to the worst of places.
But then Daichi knows, knows who is lying behind him, because no one else is
stupid enough to risk themselves.
“You haven't had an attack in months,” Suga breaths against his neck. Daichi’s
entire body jerks in pain because even that is too loud.
Suga realizes his mistake and keeps his mouth quiet. His hands talk instead.
It ghosts over Daichi’s side and to his stomach, then up his chest. His muscles
are fluttering under the touches, but it doesn't hurt and it's almost relaxing.
The hand goes up his arm and to where Daichi is still covering his ears. Suga
pulls it away and moves slowly, so that their hands are in front of Daichi’s
chest. He covers Daichi’s hand with his own, containing the shaking.
Behind him, Suga moves so slowly that Daichi’s eyes start to feel heavy again,
enough he's sure he's finally going to sleep.
Then there's a head pushed between his shoulder blades. It is a comforting
weight.
Daichi’s fingers twitch and he turns their hands, so he is the one clasping
Suga’s hand.
He squeezes.
Suga presses himself into Daichi’s back.
Sleep is creeping up on him fast, and Daichi wants to tell Suga to leave.
He doesn't care that Suga will get in trouble if he's found here, which he will
be because they do a headcount at night and they always realize Suga is
missing. And that he's always in Daichi’s bed.
He's more worried the stupid bastard will in the bed with Daichi until the
migraine goes away. Because he will, and that could be days, and Suga won't
move even when he's hungry and thirsty if it means leaving Daichi.
Daichi knows it is a stubborn streak. It has nothing to do with caring about
him and his well being. Suga is just strange and Daichi is his favorite toy. If
he is it out commission, then Suga doesn't really have much to keep him
occupied.
But as the medication finally kicks in and Daichi is railroaded into sleep, he
imagines, just for a moment, that everything is normal, and Suga is with him to
try and take care of him.
Despite the pain, he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
***** Reports *****
Chapter Summary
     “I’m bored,” Suga responds from under the table, running his hand up
     and down Daichi’s thigh. “You’re ignoring me.”
Daichi likes to think he is a good patient.
He takes his medications on time, he goes to all of his therapy sessions, and
he works hard on the assignments that are given to him. He’s never purposely
rude to the staff and respects the doctors and guards who deserve it.
He gets into fights, a lot, but those are mostly only with Iwaizumi and really,
they shouldn’t count because they aren’t out of malice towards each other. When
they aren’t brawling because Suga or Oikawa provoked the other too far, Daichi
and Iwaizumi actually get along pretty well. They have a healthy understanding
towards each other and don’t take their fights personally.
His other fights, well; either someone does something stupid when he is in a
mood or someone really deserved to get the shit kicked out of them and Daichi
couldn’t ignore it.
He doesn’t get into fights over petty things; like the television remote or
someone popped the volleyball again. No, he gets into fights because one of the
new kids thinks it is okay to push around Yamaguchi or one of the guards gets a
little too friendly and handsy with the kid down the hall who doesn’t talk. He
doesn’t put up with that shit.
The other patients know it, too. They are terrified of Daichi’s temper, but
they also know he’s got what Asahi calls a Good Heart.
He’s here because he’s sick and he’s got no where else to go. Not because he’s
a bad person.
So Daichi really likes to think he’s a good patient, at least until Suga is
involved, because then it all goes to shit.
Daichi will follow Suga into hell in gasoline soaked pajamas and do it with a
smile on his face. He knows he has it bad for the other teen, knows Suga has
him so fully wrapped around his finger that one look from him will have Daichi
breaking someone's face.
Why the doctors think it's Suga who is obsessed with him or that Daichi has any
control over the silver haired boy, he has no idea.
Though, to be fair to the doctors, Suga did follow Daichi to the library, like
a little lost psychotic puppy. Daichi doesn't have time to play with him today,
he has a report due tomorrow about a book he hasn't finished yet. It's too dull
for him to get through, but he is stubborn and he refuses to fail the
assignment.
Suga has been decent enough so far. He's plucked some book off the shelf and
has been reading it, but Daichi can see he's getting ancy. There is a little
pout on his lips and his eyes keep darting up to Daichi. Daichi is trying to
ignore him, but it's hard.
Suga has that power over him.
When he looks back up after he finishes his paragraph, Suga is gone. Daichi
tells he should be worried, but he isn't. Suga disappears on him all the time.
He thinks, just for a moment, he’s going to be able to finish the report before
dinner.
He moves to hunch back over the table, to actually work, when something brushes
his leg. He doesn’t even have to look under the table. He almost snaps his
pencil in half because, of course he should have seen this coming.
There is a hand on his calf, slowly working its way up to Daichi’s inner thigh.
The hand pushes his legs apart, then something solid settles in between them.
“What are you doing?” Daichi asks, trying to sound bored. He doubt it works.
His dick is already starting to stir in anticipation.
“I’m bored,” Suga responds from under the table, running his hand up and down
Daichi’s thigh. “You’re ignoring me.”
“I’m working on my report.”
“You’re ignoring me,” Suga repeats. “I’m jealous of a piece of paper.”
“If you were really jealous, you would have ripped it up.”
Suga hums, then there is a heavy weight on his thigh and Daichi assumes the
other teen rested his head there. “Normally, yes, but if I did that, you’d get
mad and ignore me more. Plus it’s due tomorrow, so you’d get all stressed and
go into overdrive and that is never fun.” He pauses, taking a moment to nuzzle
at Daichi. “I know how much you care about your stupid school work. If you
hadn’t have left it until the last minute, it’d be ripped up by now.”
“That sounds actually considerate of you,” Daichi says after a moment, actually
touched by the words. He would have lost it if he had to start all over again;
he never would have finished by the deadline.
His hand drops below the table and he finds Suga’s hair, runs his fingers
through it. “Maybe I could give you a little bit of attention.”
“Like you have a choice in the matter,” is the reply and Suga is nosing his way
up Daichi’s thigh until he turns his face to press into Daichi’s crotch. He has
to bite back a moan.
His pants are thin enough that Suga finds him easily, mouthing over his half
hardness in a way Daichi has to force himself to not buck up his hips. But his
pants aren’t thin enough that he can fully appreciate Suga’s mouth.
He has enough blood in his brain to realize if they are caught they will get
kicked out of the library and Daichi still needs to finish his report. He grips
Suga’s hair as he glances around the room.
There is a guard standing by the door, but Daichi can barely see him. The
stacks only go up to about Daichi’s chest, so he's still visible, but he knows
the guard can't see what's going on under the table.
There are a handful of patients scattered at the other tables, but most are at
the other end of the room. There is only one person who can see their table and
they have a very very clear view of what is happening. But so far Iwaizumi
hasn't even glanced up from the book he's reading.
Suga decides he has had enough of being ignored and sucks hard on the head of
Daichi’s dick through his pants. Daichi nearly jumps out of his chair. He leans
back to look down to his lap where Suga is mouthing at him.
Daichi tugs at his hair, pulling him away enough where Suga can look back up at
him. He narrows his eyes at the way the silver haired teen pouts up at him.
“If you're going to just tease, I'm going to go back to ignoring you.”
That gets the reaction he wants. Suga isn't the only one good at teasing.
He's grateful he's wearing loose pants when Suga yanks them and his underwear
down. He's barely free before Suga is swallowing him down. He wasn't fully hard
before but now is most definitely is.
Daichi tilts his head back, closing his eyes and enjoying the absolutely most
obscene noises Suga is making. It's wet and sloppy, and Suga is groaning when
he isn't gagging because he's trying to shove all of Daichi’s dick down his
throat.
Daichi rocks his hips up while forcing Suga’s head down. He gives in easily,
opening his mouth and throat to Daichi, giving him everything he wants. The
pace he sets is brutal, not letting Suga really breath, but it's so good. It's
so perfect and wet and the noises Suga makes just make it all the more better.
A sharp inhale that isn't from him or Suga pulls him from his pleasure. He
cracks open his eyes and catches Iwaizumi’s eye. The other teen is gaping at
him, at Suga, like Daichi hasn't caught him and Oikawa fucking in worse places.
He feels his lips turn up into a smirk, a challenge.
He curls his fingers into Suga’s hair and pulls hard. Suga resists being pulled
back, but Daichi doesn't relent until the tip of his dick is resting on Suga’s
lips. He lowers his eyes down to Suga, who looks like a damn mess. His eyes are
watering, his pretty lips are swollen and red, and his hair is everywhere.
Daichi gives his hair a sharp tug and Suga, luckily, seems to know what he
wants. He let's out the lowest little guttural needy whine.
At the other table, Iwaizumi bites back his own moan.
He loosens his hold on Suga’s hair and the other oh so eagerly goes back to
work, sucking hard to make up for the few seconds he lost. Daichi gives his own
appreciative noise; he's not very vocal, normally, but he thinks the situation
calls for it.
He glances at Iwaizumi, smirks more at the fact the teen’s nose is flared and
his hand has dropped under the table.
Daichi feels smug, which briefly outshines his possessiveness and annoyance
that Iwaizumi is getting off by watching Suga.
Suga is his.
But there is something about being watched that Daichi is enjoying.
He drops his hand to cup the back of Suga’s neck, digs his thumb into the flesh
there. Suga shudders under him.
“You are only using your mouth,” Daichi whispers rather harshly, “so your hands
better be busy with something else.”
Suga presses himself forward, flush against one of Daichi’s legs, so Daichi can
feel that Suga’s pushed his own pants down and he's fully hard. Daichi feels
Suga stroke himself and an idea sparks in his head. Something controlling and
demeaning and it makes him shudder.
“Don't use your hand,” he growls.
Suga pauses, fully. Trying to figure out what Daichi means, maybe. But then it
clicks, and Suga begins to rut against Daichi’s leg as he starts to bob his
head again. Daichi pulls him closer, holds him down.
Suga’s hips stutter against his legs. Daichi presses his thumb into the side of
Suga’s neck while curling his fingers into the ends of his hair. He keeps
holding Suga down, keeping his nose almost pressed into the curly hairs going
up Daichi’s stomach.
Suga swallows around him, but Daichi refuses to let him up just yet.
“Cum for me.” Daichi orders.
Suga turns himself just slightly so he can better angle himself against Daichi.
His thrusts are fast and hard and Daichi squeezes his neck to help get him
there.
Suga’s body jerks then stills.
Daichi cums down Suga’s throat not even a moment later, with a loud groan.
He's still shuddering when Suga pulls on of him. His grip softens, so he's just
touching Suga instead of half strangling him, and Suga seems to take it as a
sign to be gentle as well. As gentle as they can be.
Suga rests his head on Daichi’s thigh, slumping against him as he did and
Daichi looks down at him. He looks so beautiful and fucked out and Daichi wants
to drag him up into a kiss. But he doesn't, he knows better.
Suga always gets so exhausted after he comes and Daichi won't be surprised if
Suga falls asleep right there.
Maybe that was his plan. Fuck himself out to the point he needs a nap, that way
Daichi can work on his report without actually ignoring him.
Part of him wants to keep Suga on the floor, with his head in Daichi’s lap as
he works. It's appealing on many levels and he likes the idea that he can also
pet at Suga’s hair, or tug on it, when he gets frustrated with what he is
writing.
But there is the chance of a guard coming through, or another patient, and they
will get in trouble for being in such a position; and worst of all Suga will be
woken up by that and that never goes well.
So Daichi pats his cheek, maybe a little too hard. “Get up.”
“Don’t wanna.” Suga replies, nuzzling into Daichi’s thigh like he’s some sort
of cat.
“Get up.” He repeats, leaning back in the chair and letting go of Suga
completely so he can tuck himself back into his pants. Suga scowls, but any
fear it might have stricken in Daichi is overtaken by fondness. Suga looks so
sleepy and a mess and Daichi really just wants him to stay with his head on his
lap. He looks so submissive and Daichi is positive he’ll get stabbed with the
knife he knows Suga has in his sock if he dares to say as much.
Suga huffs and crawls up into the chair beside Daichi, then flops forward onto
the table. “You have one hour,” he mumbled before closing his eyes.
Daichi rolls his eyes. He has as long as he damned well pleases, at least
before the stupid thing is due.
He glances over to Iwaizumi as he picks up his pencil. The other teen is
pointedly turned away from them both, but Daichi can see a streak of pearly
white dripping down the back of his hand still.
He smirks and brings his paper closer to reread the paragraph he had written
before.
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