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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Tsukishima_Kei/Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Character:
      Tsukishima_Kei, Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, they_gon_bang_is_what_im_trying_to_say,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Supernatural_Elements, tsukki_them_eyes_them_eyes
      boy, supermoon_eclipse_yo, tsukki_loves_him_so_much_oh_my_god, adventures
      of_conveniently_carried_lube, Demon!Tsukki, Well_that_escalated_quickly,
      clumsy_blowjobs
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      Published: 2015-10-16 Words: 6964
****** THEY SAY ITS MY FAULT, BUT I WANT IT SO MUCH ******
by jean_huh_kirschnickerdoodle
Summary
     when the eclipse comes around kei tsukishima knows what he has to do
     about the friend he has a big ass crush on—stay as far away as
     possible. but yamaguchi has other plans then to let his childhood
     friend spend his birthday alone, and an impromptu joint viewing of
     the eclipse turns into much, much more.
Notes
     it took me like two weeks to do this from start to finish (which i
     never do) and honestly im just done with it its yours now im going
     back to my normal grimey shit
See the end of the work for more notes
It’s coming.
The ‘supermoon eclipse’ was tonight. It’s all everyone was talking about at
school, some excitable for this special ‘rare’ event while others just shrugged
it off as ‘it’s just an eclipse big fucking deal.’ Kei wasn’t sure where he’d
normally land in the spectrum, probably somewhere happily in between. He could
appreciate the beauty of his namesake.
But he didn’t need a bunch of flakey, chattering high school students to tell
him that the blood moon eclipse was coming.
He knew.
He could feel it.
A sigh slipped from the blond’s lips, devolving into a groan as he stretched
his arms above his head, muscles roping down his back tingling with the
smallest twinge of pleasurable pain after the stiffness of sitting hunched over
on his bed for so long. He had spent the night alone, a rarity for him, and one
he enjoyed. His brother and mother had a thing at Akiteru’s school, and
profusely apologized that it was today of all days.
Vaguely he hoped his brother had remembered his contacts.
He thought maybe he was supposed to be sad that they were gone. But he had
never taken much stock in birthdays, particularly his own, and found himself
more relieved than not that the few students that might have been aware of its
date had been too caught up in the ‘supermoon’ to remember.
The bed creaked under his weight, knee sinking into the mattress, as he climbed
over it and pulled the curtains aside. Amber eyes caught the moon, bright in
its fullness despite the way the void had taken a knife to its edge.
It’s starting.
His eyes continued watching as he mindlessly bit the head off a chocolate
stegosaurus. Amber softened as the blond glanced over to the box; it was small,
the chocolates a little misshapened, but still. Yamaguchi had remembered, dark
eyes narrowing in a smile as he gave him the little box with a ribbon with
apologies that he hadn’t done more.
Another creak as he pushed off the bed, grabbing the blankets that had been
folded at the foot of the mattress. With some effort, he managed to fit them
into the small duffel bag that usually held his clothes for volleyball
practice; the edges spilling over the top. He wasn’t really sure why he was
bothering to go out; he could easily watch from his window, after all.
Yet, he still was. He always went out during an eclipse. Ever since that time
when he’d shouted at his mother to leave…and she listened. It was merely the
ill-placed, angry wishes of a child’s tantrum, but he had never forgotten; the
pain of the tears he cried as Akiteru held him, the burn of new tears in salt-
raw eyes when she returned the next day.
He remembered.
Always remembered.
Always aware.
Tsukishima took a breath, slowly letting the air slip between scarcely parted
lips, as he glimpsed in the mirror. It was only the quickest of looks, but it
was enough for him to see the black crescent on the edge of his normally bright
amber irises.
Right.
It was surprisingly quiet out, the soft wind purring over his skin as the
scuff-scuff of his shoes on pavement seemed to echo against the trees and
buildings. Lights were on in businesses, homes, but it seemed as if everyone
had made some unspoken agreement to stay indoors. Some sort of superstitious
contagion about the blood moon eclipse and its effects on the world, he
guessed.
Well they’re not wrong.
The blond paused, not even fully stopping in his steps, the motion slowing as
his eyes caught on a figure in front of a local drugstore. His heart twisted
and breath caught in his throat, choking down the butterflies that had hatched
in his stomach. Kei would recognize that cowlick anywhere. He was certain he
swallowed audibly, the lump in his throat making it difficult, as he urged his
feet to walk faster.
Move, move, move.
It’s not like he didn’t want to see Yamaguchi. In fact, the way his skin
crawled and tingled and his lungs squeezed made it pretty clear that he very
much wanted to see him.
Just…not tonight.
Not now.
Not like this.
Seven, eight, nine, ten…
He breathed slowly as he counted the seconds against the pitter-patter of his
heart, hammering away in his chest. He puffed out relief when there was no
‘Tsukki!’ to be heard. And if that was a twinge of disappointment, he chose to
ignore it.
It was better this way.
Release.
Shoving down whatever he was feeling—and refusing to acknowledge what he
already knew was there—Kei took a path through the trees. He had been here more
times than he could count, with great frequency after he had discovered the
truth about his brother. It was his sanctuary.
The path took him away from the town, away from the houses and the stores and
the schools. Away from the team, from his family, from Yamaguchi. It cleared
away, sitting above the town in a way that let him see the stars but yet if he
glanced down he could see the speckled sea of habitation below.
It was his between.
He breathed, the sweetness of not having to be on guard, be aware, beanything
seeping into his skin. There was a chill, small bumps threatening to push up
under his flesh, but he relished it. Relished the chance to merely exist.
It had taken longer than he’d thought to get here, or maybe the eclipse was
further along than he’d first guessed. By the time he’d unfurled one of the
blankets, wrapping the second around his shoulders, the moon was already
starting to rust where it hadn’t been eclipsed.
It really is beautiful, at least.
He shuffled in his bag for his headphones, placing them on his ears and letting
the music flow into him. It took him away, let him float into this world of
moon and stars and void where he could just be himself, and he reveled in the
chances when they came.
It was tranquility.
So much so he barely heard his name over the sounds dancing in his ears.
No… Please no…
Slender fingers shook as they pulled the headphones from his ears, sitting
upright; taut with tension and just a taste of panic.
“Tsukki!” Dark eyes smiled down at Kei, a little breathless and even in the
dark of the rusted moon the blond could pick out freckles.
“Yama…guchi…what…” His voice threatened to catch, eyes widened in panic. What
was he doing here? Why here? Why now?
Why tonight?
“Uh, I saw you in town. I called out for you but I guess you couldn’t hear me.
So uh,” Yamaguchi took a couple steps closer, dark fingers scratching the back
of his head, “I followed you?”
Tsukishima was hunched over now, fingers twisted around the blanket and resting
in his lap. He was looking up from under his brow, the rim of his glasses
altering his view. Better to appear normal; distant, even better.
“Why?”
The brunet only smiled, the plastic bag crinkling as he set it down beside the
blanket. “Because it’s your birthday. Nobody should be alone on their
birthday.” Tsukishima didn’t reply, lips tight and brows furrowed as he looked
up at him. “…Unless…it’s what you wanted…?”
Kei couldn’t help the twinge of guilt as Yamaguchi’s eyes flicked away from
him, weight shifting uncertainly from foot to foot. A small sigh escaped his
lips, and he turned his eyes away.
It was fine.
It was okay.
It’d be alright as long as he didn’t let Tadashi see his eyes, right? Right.
It’d be fine. He’d be fine. They’d be fine.
Just…be aware.
“You can stay.”
Yamaguchi perked up, brows lifting and lips pulling back into a smile.
Tsukishima couldn’t help but warm, thinking he reminded him of a puppy. The
brunet settled in beside him, pulling his knees to his chest and turning his
eyes toward the moon, red haze leaving little light on the world below.
“You got up here really fast, Tsukki. You’re really amazing! Do you come up
here a lot?” Yamaguchi was looking at him, dark eyes on him.
“Sometimes. Came here since I was a kid.” He refused to look at him, eyes
flicking to the corner of his eyes but avoiding any real contact. There was a
pause, and Kei couldn’t help wanting to run. He could feel the building
tension, feel Yamaguchi watching at him, knew that he knew how he was
intentionally not looking at him.
“It’s pretty amazing isn’t it?”
Tsukishima didn’t respond, eyes looking over Yamaguchi’s profile and humming
out his agreement.
Tadashi turned to him excitedly, lips pulled back in a deep grin. “And how cool
is it that it’s on your…birth…day…” His smile faltered, brows furrowing just a
touch above his eyes; narrowed with focus.
Fuck.
“Tsukki your—”
The blond abruptly turned his face away, face twisting up as he internally
berated himself for his own stupidity. His own weakness.
Silence hung heavy between them, suffocating.
“Tsukki…look at me.”
“Why?” He didn’t have to look to know the face the brunet was making. He knew
his dark eyes were determined and his lips pressed together, brows knitted
together, and freckled cheeks just slightly puffed out.
It was a face that was inarguable.
And adorable.
“Tsukki. Look at me.”
No room for discussion, huh? When did you become so strong?
He hesitated, eyes closed and he wished he could will this all away. It was a
piss-poor wish, because he knew if he really wanted to—he could. And that was
why he kept his eyes closed, lingering on the last dregs of this friendship,
dreading the knowledge that they’d drip away as his lids cracked open.
Tsukishima didn’t need a mirror to know. He’d seen it before; why would this
time be any different.
Eyes once amber gold were now dark; a deep rusted-red, a black crescent
bleeding into the edge. A perfect reflection for the imperfect pendant in the
void above them.
Dark eyes widened as they looked into those eclipses, soft lips parting.
“Tsukki—your eyes!” Tadashi’s voice rose, an exclamation as his fingers
instinctually reached toward the source of his wonder.
Kei panicked, eyes wide and fingers fast as he caught Yamaguchi’s wrist within
them, holding tightly. His own trembled, squeezing tighter until the brunet’s
fingers curled and his lips tightened in pain.
“What the fuck are you doing—who said it was okay to touch me?”
Stop.
Please
Just shut up.
Don’t.
Tsukishima swallowed roughly, eyes hardening as he looked into Tadashi’s; black
in the night. He didn’t want this. He never wanted this. He had always been
alone; always kept his distance. It was easier that way, easier not to slip up.
Easier not to influence anyone.
But…Yamaguchi had never let him do that. Never let him stay away. Never was
discouraged by his stoic exterior or his particularly strong salt. Hell, the
brunet had gone even further, supporting him and bragging on him because he
knew Kei just never could do it for himself.
He had come to cherish Yamaguchi.
As a friend.
As more.
He was…happy with him. He couldn’t lose him. This is why he had tried so hard
to stay in control, to stay aware, no matter how exhausting. Because Tadashi
was the one person he couldn’t—didn’t want—to lose.
“Tsukki your eyes…” The brunet looked up to the sky, back to the blond, to the
sky, and back again. A soft smile spread across his face, eyes lighting up.
“It’s the same.”
His smile only grew, eyes narrowing as it pushed into them and despite the pain
Tsukishima knew he was causing him, he remained relaxed in his grip. He
was…excited.
In awe.
Slender fingers slowly loosened, slipping away entirely, leaving behind their
ghost in the form of purpling flesh. “You’re…not afraid…?”
Yamaguchi pressed his lips together, still smiling at the corners, and tilted
his head. He looked on the verge of bouncing. “Should I be?” The blond didn’t
answer, only staring in disbelief. “What’s it mean?”
Is…is he dense?
“It means I’m not like you. Yama…I’m not human.” He wanted to yell and scream,
wanted everything to fall away, wanted to fall into the void above him.
Wanted this all to be a lie.
But then there were hands on his cheeks and warmth on his mouth and his heart
had made a home in his throat. The whisper of silk over against lips and dark
eyes smiling softly, so close they were a blur, could only mean he had been
kissed but…
That couldn’t possibly be...
“Yama…” The word was shaky, his eyes wide and cheeks warm in the chill air.
He’d never—they’d never—his mind was struggling to even grasp the concept of
Yamaguchi kissing him.
Maybe it was a dream, after all.
“Will you tell me about it?” There was a softness in Tadashi’s voice that he’d
only heard once, after they saw Akiteru across the court. It was different than
him being timid, or his smug bragging; he thought it was a side that he
reserved especially for him. A complete, unadulterated openness.
The blond nodded slowly, warm hands slipping away from his face. He turned back
to look at the sky, and held open one side of the blanket. Yamaguchi took it,
scooting closer and pulling his side closed around them.
There was a stillness between them; Tsukishima hesitating and Yamaguchi
waiting, but not rushing. The blond’s shoulders slumped as he let out a slow
breath, eyes turned toward the void.
“My dad’s not a human.”
More stillness, Kei closing his eyes softly against the warmth of Yamaguchi’s
shoulder pressed to his own, knees knocked together.
“What is he?” The brunet urged him on, voice still as open and accepting as it
ever was; a strength in it that Tsukishima thought wasn’t there when they met.
“He’s…a demon...” His words weren’t much more than a mumble, tumbling over his
tongue and falling from his lips.
He glanced over, red eyes wary and expecting to see something—fear, disbelief,
disgust, something—but instead only saw the same eyes that he always saw
watching him, the same warmth, the same kindness, laced with awe and curiosity.
“What about your mom? Is she a demon too?” Yamaguchi’s voice was excited.
Tsukishima’s air caught in his lungs, a subtle squeeze that left him
breathless, and he slowly shook his head. “No, Mom’s…she’s normal.”
He clenched his hands tight, knuckles surely white but it wasn’t enough. It
didn’t stop the trembling or the pain or the memories. Then there was a
shuffling beneath the blanket and a warmth against his fist, soft fingers
urging his open and gently intertwining them. The brunet didn’t squeeze, simply
let their hands rest together, ease slipping between them.
“Well,” Tadashi smiled softly, eyes averted as the words tumbled out awkwardly,
“I like different.”
The blond’s mind stuttered, cheeks heating in the slightest as he swallowed
down the words. He couldn’t accept it at face value, couldn’t let himself
believe he meant it in the way he wanted.
“He’s—I’m—a De’sidus. Desire ‘from the stars.’”
Yamaguchi blinked, watching him closely, lips pursed questioningly. “Desire?
Like…an Incubus?”
The blond chewed his lip, shaking his head. “Same family.” His hand trembled
still, but he couldn’t help relaxing as the brunet’s thumb whispered along the
back of his. “De’sidus…we’re more about influence than wish granting. It’s
like…”
He paused, pulling his knees to his chin and letting their hands fall between
them; still entwined.
“Most of the time it’s like if we try, we can push people into going through
with something they already want. Whether it’s good or bad; even as far as
urging someone to kill. Or jump. It’s like the voice in the back of your head,
silencing your inhibitions.”
“But…?”
Tsukishima chewed his lip. He wondered, would it be this hard to tell someone
if it wasn’t Yamaguchi?
“But as the moon wanes, our powers they…they get stronger. The closer to a new
moon it is, the more influential we become. The further in the cycle it
is…well…it gets to where we can influence others with our desires.” Kei kept
quiet, giving Yamaguchi the chance to ask questions—or run.
“And you’ve always been like this? Since you popped out?”
A small smile tugged at his lips and he shook he head softly. “Not always, but
I was pretty young when my powers started to come on strong. It was…scary. My
mom…”
“Was she afraid? I mean…didn’t she have to go through it with Akiteru?”
Tsukishima nodded. “Yeah, though, he’s a lot more selfless than I could ever
be. I was a brat…and I made my mom leave. It was only a day…but I was so
scared. I think, maybe, Akiteru was scared, too. After that, I guess I’ve
always been more conscious of it all.”
“You know…I think you’re wrong.” The brunet’s voice was quiet, Tsukishima
humming questioningly. “I don’t think you’re any less selfless than your
brother. I mean…that’s why you keep your distance, isn’t it? Because…you didn’t
want to affect others?”
His eyes widened, lips twisting together and he felt a tingling in his cheeks
that threatened to spill all his buried feelings. He couldn’t say he hated
keeping his distance; being stoic wasn’t a front. But Yamaguchi was the only
one who had ever forced his way through that particular barrier.
“You’re a good person, Tsukki. Just like your brother.”
Kei didn’t—couldn’t—say anything. He was certain if he tried, he would just end
up crying as Yamaguchi somehow continued to say the things he’d always wanted
someone to.
“Do your eyes always do that?” Tadashi’s face scrunched up, as if to say
there’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed that all this time.
The blond breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Only during a lunar eclipse.
Akiteru has to wear contacts since he can’t avoid people as easily.”
“Hrm, so then, eclipses are special or something, right?”
Clever.
Tsukishima hummed his confirmation. “Yeah, they are. During an eclipse, well, I
can make people do whatever I want.”
There was a heavy silence between them, Yamaguchi’s thumb stilling and his eyes
pulling away from Tsukishima for the first time during their conversation—as if
the blanket was suddenly exceedingly interesting.
“Have…” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “Have you ever…on me before?”
“No!” He hadn’t meant to yell, brows furrowed as he turned toward Yamaguchi.
Their knees knocked together and fingers slipped apart just long enough for the
blond to close his hand around the others. “I’d never—I—not you…never you…”
His body tingled, an aching crawl beneath his skin as he bit the inside of his
lip hard enough to pull blood to the surface; the iron tang assaulting his
tongue as he swallowed down the way every fiber of his being was aching to pull
on Yamaguchi, to make him do what he wanted.
He wanted him to stay. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to touch him. He wanted
to make him his.
He wanted.
Want.
Want.
Want.
He forcibly pulled back from Tadashi, turning away.
“I could never forgive myself if I…”
After a moment, Yamaguchi scooted closer to him again, slipping his fingers
back into the blond’s and laying his head against his shoulder. “I’m glad. I’d
be really sad to find out my feelings weren’t my own.”
Tsukishiima turned to him, eyes wide, irises more red than not. “Yama…”
“Wait!” He abruptly lifted his head, dark hair bouncing, as if he had an
epiphany. “You and Akiteru are demons, right? Is that why you’re both so tall?”
The blond only stared at him for a moment, taking in his sincerity, before
laughter bubbled up from his chest and spilled from his lips. “You—” He
couldn’t finish, genuine mirth still slipping off his tongue, Tadashi smiling
and joining him until the two were a little breathless.
“Thank you for telling me, Tsukki.” Yamaguchi’s voice was serious and when Kei
turned to look at him, smile still on his face, he found soft lips pressed
against his again.
The blond’s eyes were still widened when the other pulled back. “Yama…why…?”
Tadashi smiled softly, then turned away, cheeks flushed under dark skin and
slipping both his hands into his lap, folding in on himself. “Didn’t I already
say it? I like you, Tsukki. I probably shouldn’t have—”
Tsukishima didn’t give him a chance to apologize, to spiral into his own self-
doubt, before crashing their lips together. It was clumsy and hard, teeth
clacking and lips bruising and the blond’s momentum pushing the other to the
ground and he falling after. He abruptly broke the kiss at the sound of
Tadashi’s surprised hum against his lips, glasses falling ungracefully onto the
brunet’s face before tumbling to the ground beside his head.
Brown eyes were wide as they stared up into eclipse ones, lips still open in an
‘o’ of surprise that matched Kei’s expression, albeit the blond’s was doused in
panic.
“Yama I’m sorry I shouldn’t have!” The blond’s words pushed together, tripping
over each other before tumbling from his lips.
Tadashi blinked, lips slowly curling up as the cogs in his head began to
function properly again. “I—it’s okay! Tsukki, I’m not mad.” He sat up, holding
the blond’s glasses out to him. “I’m happy!”
Tsukishima said nothing, blood-moon eyes studying the brunet for a moment
before nodding. He reached out and took the glasses, slipping them on and
moving away from Yamaguchi. He wasn't sure if this was better or worse than
accidentally using his powers.
More embarrassing, for sure.
Yamaguchi blushed, looking away and smiling softly. “Your eyes really are
beautiful, Tsukki. I’m glad I got to see them like this.”
The blond shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance as he lie on his back, eyes on
the eclipse above him. “You’d see it again in 2033.”
“Mm, maybe,” Tadashi lifted up the blanket, scooting under it to lay flat on
his back beside the taller male. “But that’s just the next supermoon. Who knows
if it’ll be, well, like this.” He vaguely pointed to the sky, the smallest
sliver of red remaining in the sky.
“Et luna in sanguine.”
“Latin?” Yamaguchi looked over at him curiously, the blond nodding without
turning toward him. His smile was evident as he spoke again. “You’re really
smart, Tsukki.”
Kei pressed his lips together, refusing to look at the other and knowing that
if he did his blush would become visible. There was a shuffle beside him and he
turned to see the brunet digging into his pocket. He watched curiously as
Tadashi materialized a pair of earbuds.
“We could share..? I know you like listening to your music.”
The blond nodded, slowly taking one of the earbuds and plugging the cord into
his phone before pushing play again. The shorter male settled in beside him
again, close enough that Tsukishima could feel his warmth beneath the shared
blanket, and soft fingers slipping against his, hooking around them.
“There’s something I don’t get,” By the time Yamaguchi spoke, Tsukishima had
lost count of how many songs had played, and a sliver of bright white was
starting to peek through above them. “If you guys can make people do what you
want, why didn’t Akiteru you know, just make them let him on the team?”
It was a question he’d asked himself enough times before, remembering how
broken his brother had been, the way he’d cried in his room after Tsukishima
found out.
“I think he wanted the team to win more than he wanted play. And…I think maybe
it was for me, too. Because what good would it have done for my big brother to
be on a shitty, losing team.” He shrugged lazily. “Pathetic, really.”
Yamaguchi smiled. “You don’t really believe that.”
He didn’t.
Quiet settled over them again. Tsukishima thought it’d have been nice—laying
together, holding hands, watching the eclipse—if it wasn’t for the way
Yamaguchi kept squirming. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the brunet so antsy in
all the years they’d known each other. He was about to snap at him when the
shorter male spoke.
“Tsukki…um…can I kiss you again?” Yamaguchi had pushed himself up onto his
elbow, dark hair falling into his face as he looked down at the blond—whose
cheeks were most certainly flushed.
Tsukishima covered his face with his arm, turning away slightly and mumbling.
“You can do whatever you want.”
He thought he saw Yamaguchi smile above him in the breath between moving his
arm and capturing his lips with his own. They were so soft and warm, brushing
against his and sucking the breath from him. He inhaled sharply as a hot
wetness swiped over the seam of his mouth. Gingerly, he parted his lips for the
brunet.
The instant he felt Tadashi’s tongue slip against his own his world stopped and
spun all at once. The earth fell out from under him, ocean swallowing him up
and he couldn’t escape or breathe or stop it.
And he didn’t want to.
There was a weight on his chest as Yamaguchi shifted more onto him, nose
bumping the rim of his glasses before they figured out the proper angle for
their faces, mouths hungering for the other. Their lips worked together,
brushing and pressing and devouring silken, kiss-reddened flesh. It was sloppy
and needy the way their tongues twisted and rolled against each other,
desperately seeking every drop of taste they could lap from within the other’s
mouth.
The far-off sound of music danced around them, earbuds tossed aside and
forgotten, notes deafened by the shuffling of their clothes and breathy hums
that the cool night threatened to swallow. Slender fingers stuttered as dark,
silky hair twisted around them; Kei couldn’t even be sure when he’d moved his
hand to Yamaguchi’s hair, when he’d decided to hold him there, close and heavy
and hot against his lips.
The blond shifted, legs parting on their own, knees gingerly pressing against
Tadashi’s hips. When had he moved between his thighs? Tsukishima couldn’t
remember, mind enrapt in a kiss-induced haze.
And then it cleared with all the force of a downburst—eyes snapping open and
air choking into his lungs as a jolt of pleasure pulsed through him. And then
again; a small, heady breath shuddering against his lips as the rough jean-on-
jean zehrpechoed in his ears—hard bulge pushing against his own. Tsukishima
shivered as fingers—warm, so fucking warm—slipped under the hem of his shirt
and danced up his side.
“Tada—ah—” He breathed out against lips ghosting over his own.
“Tsukki…” The brunet’s eyes were dark, heavy but so aware, fingers grazing
Kei’s ribs, hips slowly rolling forward to pull a stuttered breath from them
both. “I’ve just—I’ve wanted to do this.” His lips pulled along the corners of
Tsukishima’s, pressing over his jaw line and nosing into his neck.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’ve wanted to know what you felt like
against my fingertips, what you tasted like,” his lips brushed over the blond’s
neck, teeth nibbling on his ear before his words slipped out into the dwindling
space between them. “The sounds you’d make.”
A dark thumb brushed over Tsukishima’s nipple, the blond gasping, chest arching
and hips opening against Yamaguchi’s.
Kei couldn’t say anything, couldn’t stop him, as the brunet slowly shifted
down, lips brushing along his exposed ribs, dancing over his naval, before
suckling a trail along his hipbones—a jolting purple blossoming in their wake.
He couldn’t stop him.
And he didn’t want to.
Pop.
Whir.
Tsukishima’s attention snapped back to reality with an almost disorienting
abruptness, eyes looking down over the rim of his glasses at the mass of black
between his legs. He shivered as fingertips slipped under the elastic of his
boxer-briefs and Yamaguchi nosed against the bulge beneath the cotton.
“Yama wait—you don’t have to do that.” His fingers were reaching toward him
when dark eyes looked up at him from under heavy bangs—pleading laced with
voracity
The brunet’s lips pulled back in a smile, fingers twitching with anticipation.
“This is what I want. Sorry but…let me be selfish just this once.”
Tsukishima didn’t protest or refuse—not like he could after that. Not like he
wanted to in the first place.
Tentatively, Tadashi pulled his underwear enough to free his erection. The
blond swallowed hard, stomach now residing in his throat, and rest his forearm
over his eyes—mostly obscuring his view. Mostly. He shivered as lips brushed
over the head of his cock, sticky precum smearing over them.
And then a choking moan pushed from his lips, breath hitched in his throat as
his cock hit the back of Yamaguchi’s. His chest constricted and his thighs
squeezed tight, a dark hand pressed against them keeping him from suffocating
the brunet between. Amber-again eyes watched as a pink, wet tongue slicked over
his shaft, lapping away any evidence of precum before the head disappeared
between Tadashi’s lips once again.
He bit his lips, heat twisting in him as he squeezed his eyes shut. Yamaguchi
was clumsy, tongue doing most of the work and his lips too loose around his
cock. It was agonizing, just enough to make him want more but not enough—not
nearly fucking enough.
“Ah—teeth—” Slender fingers pulled Yamaguchi back instinctually, the brunet
looking at him apologetically—lips swollen and wet with more than saliva. “You
kinda suck at this.”
Tadashi looked way sheepishly. “I uh…I have an idea.” Hovering over Tsukishima,
he grabbed the bag he’d brought with him, digging through it loudly. And then
he presented a bottle of clear liquid to the blond.
“Personal lubricant…”
Personal lubricant.
Personal lubricant.
Kei’s eyes widened, lips opening and no sound coming out as his ears and cheeks
lit up. Brows furrowed, he pushed the bottle back into Yamaguchi’s hand.
“What—you—why—why do you even have that?”
This time it was Tadashi’s turn to blush, averting his eyes from Tsukishima.
“Please don’t ask me that.” As if it wasn’t the most awkward thing in the
world, the brunet popped the cap with a click. “So…can I…?”
He was pretty sure his head hadn’t stopped spinning, but he couldn’t deny that
he’d wanted to do this with Yamaguchi for…longer than he really wanted to
admit. Swallowing down his pride, his embarrassment, his fear, he pushed his
underwear and pants down, legs still open around the brunet’s body.
He closed his eyes as he felt a warm, wet fingertip against his entrance, torso
quivering in response. Warmth spread over his thigh as a hand slowly moved over
it, back and forth. Tsukishima shivered at the feeling of a finger gently
massaging his entrance, thumb circling his taint.
“Tsukki…breathe out.”
He tensed before slowly exhaling the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been
holding—only to have it replaced by a sharp choking gasp at the sudden
intrusion as Yamaguchi pushed a finger into him. He didn’t move, simply waited,
finger inside him.
It felt…weird.
Really weird.
Was it supposed to feel this weird?
“Yama it—ah—” He didn’t have a chance to say anything, Yamaguchi dipping down
between his legs and taking his cock into his mouth. It was warm and wet and
distracted him from the finger in his ass.
And then he moved. It was slow, a gentle rubbing inside him, pressing against
his walls and circling his just inside his entrance. He could feel himself
heating up, chest burning and core twisting and tightening. Tsukishima couldn’t
focus on anything, not the feel of a clumsy tongue against his cock or a finger
in his ass or his heart pounding in the base of his ears or the way that he was
struggling to breathe as his body ached for something more than it was getting.
“Tsukki, breathe out again.”
Amber eyes looked at him again, slowly nodding. He’d do anything to make
Yamaguchi look like he did then, pupils blown and cheeks flushed and lips
speckled with saliva, his free hand palming himself through his jeans.
And exhale...—
“—Nh—” His eyes squeezed shut as another finger slipped into him.
“Did that hurt?”
He shook his head harshly. “I’m fine.”
And he was.
It was different this time, with two fingers. Tadashi thrust into him, opening
his fingers and pulling against his inner walls, relaxing and massaging and
preparing him.
He knew that was it. He was preparing him for something more.
For his cock.
Tsukishima’s own cock jolted at the thought, ass clenching around fingers
inside him. He didn’t linger on the fact that thinking about Yamaguchi fucking
his ass got him excited.
Really excited.
Impatiently excited.
But he didn’t have a chance to be impatient before a jolt of pleasure burst
through him, breath hitching and hips bucking as Yamaguchi crooked his fingers
inside him.
“There?”
Tsukishima nodded, fingers clenching as he couldn’t bring himself to look at
him. He pushed on it again, pulling a strangled moan from the blond, heavy
pants stumbling after, wet breath puffing from his lips. His body shivered and
ached, heat coursing through his veins chasing away the chill that nipped at
his skin.
“How—ah—” Kei swallowed hard, arm over his face as he tried to control the
sounds; easier said than done when Yamaguchi was unraveling him so deftly. “How
are you so clumsy with your mouth but so good with your fingers? Really good.”
Yamaguchi paused, sitting up and blushing again, mumbling his response. “Please
don’t ask me that.”
He had said that before, when he’d asked about the why he had the lube in the
first place.
Oh.
Oh.
“Um Tsukki…can I…” Yamaguchi was squirming between his legs, both hands pushing
against what had to be an unbelievable uncomfortable bulge by now.
Yes!
Please!
Fuck me now!
Tsukishima swallowed hard, swallowing down his thoughts and wants and reining
in his desires. He couldn’t ask Yamaguchi to do this, there was too much risk.
But he sure as fuck wasn’t going to say no when he finally got around to it.
“Yeah.”
Pop-whir.
“Haah—” Yamaguchi let out a breathy moan as he stroked himself—cock more than
happy to be free and getting attention—to spread lube over the length of his
shaft. “Ah—I…I don’t have any condoms…”
You’re saying this now?
“It’s fine.” Kei tugged on the hem of Tadashi’s shirt gingerly. “It’s fine if
it’s you.”
“Tsukki!” Without any warning, he nearly dove onto Tsukishima, crashing their
lips together.
The blond moaned into the kiss, hips shivering as he felt a hard cock slicking
between his cheeks, brushing over his entrance and sliding against the
underside of his balls. He thought this would be enough; he could come from
just this much.
“Kei—” Yamaguchi breathed against his lips, the sound of his name making the
blond’s cock jolt. “I can’t wait anymore, sorry.”
The brunet’s face was buried in his neck when he felt him line his cock up
against his entrance, slowly pushing inside of him.
“—A-ah—” He couldn’t help the strangled sound coming from his lips, swallowed
by the long, low almost mewl from Yamaguchi.
He had expected Tadashi to immediately thrust into him, fuck him into the
ground with all the excitement of the first time, but he didn’t. He didn’t
move, forehead against his shoulder and breath heavy between them. Slowly he
lifted his head, dark eyes meeting Tsukishima’s.
“Tsukki…your eyes…”
The blond glanced to the moon behind them, full and unbelievably bright as it
reflected over the earth. He knew they must be the same, amber hidden behind a
sheen of silver, giving similar effect to a tapetum lucidum.
“They’re gorgeous, Tsukki. You’re gorgeous.” He was smiling, that same dumb
smile he always gave him.
“Yama…just move.” His voice was petulant, lips pressed together as he tugged on
the brunet’s shirt again.
“Sorry, Tsukki.” Tadashi smiled, faltering only when it was swallowed up by the
other’s lips as he leaned down and captured them in a kiss.
He didn’t break the kiss as he slowly pulled his hips back before rolling them
forward again. Tsukishima inhaled sharply, swallowing down the little and not-
so-little moans vibrating against his lips, moans that weren’t his. Moans that
growled and whined and kept spilling against his lips. Moans that were serving
to spur him on.
Tsukishima shuddered at the way his entrance stretched, the way Tadashi filled
him, opened him and pushed against his walls. He could feel his ass sucking and
pulling the cock back inside of his body, desperate to milk him dry, begging to
be filled and overfilled and filled again.
“Haah—Yama that—” His words were muffled against Yamaguchi’s lips, cheek, jaw.
'I’ve wanted to do this for so long.'
His body shook and shuddered as hands gripped his hips, leveraging them from
the blanket and pushing into him, Tadashi’s movements slow but fluid, a
persistent push and pull.
'I’ve wanted to know what you felt like against my fingertips, what you tasted
like.'
Tsukishima’s entire body jolted, fingers twisting into Yamaguchi’s hair as his
tongue swiped over the shell of his ear, fingers squeezing his hips to keep the
new angle. The angle that left starbursts behind his eyes and his throat tight
and the coiling heat in the base of his spine twisting tighter and tighter and
ready to burst.
'The sounds you’d make.'
“F-fu—ah—Yama—” His legs shook and trembled, tremors coursing through his
thighs as they squeezed to the brunet’s sides. Harsh grunts and choked back
moans were slipping from his lips—red and raw from worrying teeth. He couldn’t
stop them, barely able to regain breath as Tadashi pushed slow and intent
against that spot that made him feel so good—drip, drip, drop—adding to the
pool of pleasure before pulling away and leaving him begging for more.
'Let me be selfish just this once.'
He wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi’s shoulders, fingers gripping into the
back of his shirt and into his hair. Shaking ankles crossed, pulling the brunet
down into him, holding him tight to his body.
“Ah—Tsukki—it’s so good inside you—” He nipped at his ear, lips pressing
against the flesh behind it. “You’re amazing. Amazing. So amazing, Tsukki.”
Kei swallowed hard, body hot and trembling and he just couldn’t fucking take it
anymore. It was too much—too good—too everything he’d ever wanted.
“Yama I—fuck—faster—make me come—”
The brunet didn’t hesitate—and was that a chuckle in his ear?—pushing harder
into him, moving his hips faster. His thrusts were shallow, staying pressed
close, and he slipped a hand between their bodies. Dark fingers wrapped around
Tsukishima’s neglected cock, pulsing in his palm, and began to fervently stroke
him.
“Ah—this—Tsukki I’m not go—aah—haah—”
Kei shivered; he could feel his cock pulsing inside him, feel his ass clenching
around him and knew he was just begging him to come, begging him to keep making
those noises.
“Nn—Tadashi—I l—Ta—Tadashi—” The name spilled from his lips, tangled within
low, shaking grunts and raspy moans as his body trembled and his cock pulsed,
cum splurting over their chests.
Yamaguchi looked at the palm of his hand, then to Tsukishima, a shit eating
grin spread over his face.
Fucking proud.
Then the smile twisted, his brows pulling up and together and his eyes closing
as he pushed hard into him, hips trembling against Tsukishima’s ass, slow
thrusts deep inside him.
“Ah—Kei—mn—Tsukki—Tuskki—Tsu..” He continued to mutter the name as his body
curled over him, hips slowly moving as hot cum filled Kei, dripping out around
Yamaguchi’s cock and down onto the blanket below them.
Heavy breaths filled the air, slender fingers gripping into dark hair as
Tsukishima lifted the brunet’s face and pulled him to his own—lips crashing
together and his tongue forcing its way into a welcoming mouth.
Hesitantly, Yamaguchi broke the kiss, slowly lifting himself from Tsukishima
and carefully pulling out. He couldn’t help looking, swallowing hard at the way
his cum dripped from Kei’s ass. He had to pull his eyes away before he was
ready for round two. Pulling his pants and underwear back into place, he
gripped the blond’s thigh, gently kissing his knee.
“Are you okay?”
Kei snorted, grabbing Tadashi’s wrist and pulling him ungracefully down onto
his chest. The brunet shifted, sliding to his side and letting their legs
tangle. They kissed slowly, gently tugging at lips before Yamaguchi let out a
content sigh against them. He moved to lie against the blond’s shoulder.
“Here.” Tsukishima held out the earbuds that had been previously tossed to the
side and pulled the blanket back into place over them. Yamaguchi was snuggled
against his chest, turned toward the sky, when the words slipped unbidden from
his lips. “Please…stay with me.”
He swallowed hard, tension wiring through his body. It was his own selfish
wish, one made without use of his powers. One Yamaguchi could easily refuse.
The brunet turned toward him, leaning in and kissing his tension away, smiling
against his lips.
“I never thought to do any less.”
 
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