#Doesn't help that the team buried any mention of the damage he had near the bottom of a page of text that 90% of people won't read anyways

[princelancey]

This last race hurts so much cause Lance didn't fuck it up himself (a poorly judged move on Kevin aside - nothing bad came of it) the q2 exit was because of damage, comparing his lap telemetry to Nando's they were on par with less than a tenth in it until the debris damaged his floor.

Then during the race he was on for a good start, had made up a couple places only to get whacked from behind by Hulk and had to nurse a brake issue for the rest of the race. Not that anyone picked up on it cause he was doing such a stellar job until the rain came and well you need your brakes to work in the rain, and it certainly didn't help that Monaco is so hilly, his car became a pinball down into the hairpin.

Basically it's just annoying that people will look at the result and think 'lmao dumb pay driver' when that was not the case at all :/

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them. 

**Indicates my recent favs 

~*~ 

On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k) 

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K) 

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k) 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K) 

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k) 

 “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K) 

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K) 

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K) 

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K) 

 Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K) 

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K) 

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K) 

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k) 

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K) 

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k) 

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K) 

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k) 

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K) 

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K) 

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K) 

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

--

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k) 

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K) 

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K) 

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

[mochikeiji]

Your Jersey and Your Smell

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Fluff, Smut! Praising! Size kink! Creampie!

↬ Word Count: 2,938

Summary: Being able to join the Black Jackals was one of Bokuto's dream. He was now a starting and star player of the team. Due to his broad body and excellent physique, his team t-shirt was extra large. Larger than Atsumu's or Kiyoomi's. With Bokuto out on for his regular practice, Akaashi, who was left in their shared apartment decided to explore a little through his stuff.

⇢ Day 4: Sharing Clothes! @bokuakaweek2020

✎﹏

With skillful and quick slender fingers, Akaashi types away yet another project he was given from his editorial company. You're probably thinking why he keeps over working himself when it's the polar opposite. His company has had their eye on him ever since he has dimmed himself and his skills worthy of the charts. Being able to be part of something big meant punctuality— a work of perfectionists. Some of his colleagues and seniors ask for his advice and help during work hours. Big projects such as this one were usually left with him and other professionals.

There are days he tends not to move from his spot and type on continuously. That's where Bokuto, who dims himself as his knight and shining armor, interjects. One time Bokuto had came home late and spots his lover hunched back over his working table with bags growing underneath them. That earned him a stern scolding, no kidding. When Bokuto is concerned, especially if it's someone dear to him, all jokes are aside. That's how Akaashi promised him he won't be doing it again and will be taking breaks every now and then. And being a loving and doting partner he is, he would feel an amount of guilt if he were to break any promises he's made with him, even if it is secretive to the other.

He sighs, taking his glasses off with care and wipes off the excess mist that had filled the lenses, "Bokuto should be home at any hour now." stuck in deep thought as he places his glasses back into his face, pushing them gently by the bridge to avoid slipping. He leans back from hie soft, black chair, stretching his limbs slowly to avoid the sudden rush of pain like last time, "I've already made dinner," thinking through the things he's done a while back beforr he got started with his work again.

"The rooms are already clean from both kitchen and hallway.." dating Bokuto had perks, he was successful, even said that he didn't need Akaashi to work and that he was going to pay the rent of this huge apartment they both settled in. Akaashi scholded him after that, but it was quite sweet of him when he said, "I just want you to rest, Kaashi. After all, you've given me so much back in highschool." he couldn't helo but smile at the fond memory again.

Wanting to stretch his legs to avoid it from sleeping, he stands up from his chair, lightly tapping his feet on the ground. Looking around their shared room, Akaashi spots their closet. Missing Bokuto was a lot harder to him, despite them seeing each other at the end of the day and living together, he was his other half. And he was so love struck with the male. Gingerly walking up to the closet, he grabs both handles with a grip and swung it open together. Immediately greeted by the soothing scent only Bokuto could possess circulating around his clothing. It was a heavy musk of masculine scent, he chuckles lightly at the idea of Bokuto practically bathing himself and his clothing in a bottle of his cologne. He wasn't complaining though.

Examining each article of clothing he owned, he couldn't help but notice each size was getting bigger and bigger as he moves aside his clothing. He was going to take note that they could donate the ones that were smaller for him. Stumbling on one of his clothes, his eyes stared at the black 12 printed jersey. His current jersey. If Akaashi had a dirty secret, it would be wanting to wear Bokuto's jersey's since high school. And now he was free to do so since they have been dating for years now. Biting his lips in hesitance, he looks behind him, checking anxiously if the door from their bedroom would suddenly open. He knew if he was caught he would never hear the end of this from Bokuto.

"No, maybe I shouldn't. He might have an upcoming game where he'll need this." shifting his gaze away from the door and back to his jersey, "But he did mentioned he was taking an entire week off starting tomorrow.." blushing with his lips shaking from his chattering teeth, he gently grabs the hanger of his jersey and closes the closet behind him. Smoothing down the fabric, he watches the large clothing flow from the soft breeze emitting from their air condition. Placing it on top of their bed, Akaashi slowly strips himself from his own sweater, tossing it straight into the laundry basket and stares back at the jersey, topless.

Still debating on whether or not he should have his fill around his own needs, his eyes look up to their wall clock,

8:00 pm.

Bokuto would usually come home late. He could spend his free time just drowning in his clothing in bed! Removing the hanger with care to avoid ripping or damaging the fabric, he does it in a quick motion before placing the hanger at the night stand beside their bed. Holding the jersey up in front of his vision, with a shaky breath, he puts it on himself with excitement bubbling up in his chest, Bokuto's scent engulfing him deeper as his nostrils get drunk from the musk.

Popping his head out of the clothes hole, Akaashi was shocked at the huge size difference he and Bokuo have judging by the shirt. He scans himself by the mirror, to him he looked like a small child. His jersey had reached his knees! Back in highschool he could've sworn that his old Fukurodani jersey would only reach his mid thigh level. Just what has he been doing to grow that big?

Plopping himself back in bed, his body jumping a bit from the impact before coming back to a steady position, Akaashi lets out an exhale of bliss, feeling the cold yet soothing clothing hug his body freely. He could imagine his lover being here near him right now. Clutching the side of the shirt near his chest area, he brings it up to his nose and takes a whiff of the scent, his mouth curling upwards and his feet rubbing themselves on the sheets to tame his inner giddiness.

"Bokuto really has a strong scent." Akaashi thoughts, his free hand moving down to his abdomen to caress it, trying to tame the butterflies that were tickling his insides. But in doing so, he couldn't help but feel a little bothered. Just as his body was feeling cold and light, it was now turning warmer by the minute passes. His breathing becoming heavy, taking another sniff while biting his lower lips. The musky scent hitting his insight about everything, clouding his eyes with arousal and down to his now twitching lower region.

"How long has it been since we've last done it?" whimpering out, he moves the hand from his stomach down in a slow motion way, rubbing his skin the way he remembers how Bokuto would do before touching him down there. But it was far from his intoxicating touch. He sighs when he palms his half erected member. Feeling annoyed by the amount of clothing, he jolts his hips up a bit, pulling his shorts along with his boxers down before settling it on the floor without any care anymore. His member sprangs up, angry and twitching. Akaashi gulped, completely stuck in his own arousal, he doesn't bother to check the time and buries his nose on Bokuto's clothes, tracing a finger against the side of his cock veins. He sucks in a breath from the small stimulation, his sensitivity rising and gathering on his cock, making it leak of precum and want.

Having enough of his own ministrations, Akaashi finally grabs his twitching length, twisting and tightening his fist the way Bokuto has done before when he was being fucked into the oblivion. He moans from the memory, picturing it was him who was beating his cock as his nose takes another big whiff on his jersey. "Why I think of this before?" moaning, he could've done this as a way to release his pent up frustration rather than over working himself. But Akaashi was a timid man. Now that his own needs have taken over, he doesn't mind being dirty like he is now.

Shifting his head on the side, his lower lips bruising from biting back to hold in his moans. Releasing them in between his teeth, he started panting heavily when he thumbs the slit of his cock, spreading the pre cum all over as some kind of lube around his fist, his movements quickening as his imaginations got more steamy, "Bokuto." uttering out breathlessly, his heart beat racing inside. Closing his eyes that were almost rolling at the back of his head, he focuses on the softness and strong scented jersey, each second his small whimpers turning into loud whines. Bokuto's name started to fall into a small chant on his lips, "So close." releasing his grip from the shirt, he moves it on the sheets, anchoring himself from the growing heated knot inside of his belly ready to burst, his mouth falling open, eyes getting teary from the lack of simulation and sensitivity. Akaashi was coming close,

"Need help over there, baby boy?"

His orgasm was ceased, but his pants were continuous. Opening his eyes slowly, he can see Bokuto with his arms crossed on his chest with a small smirk plastered on his face, and his golden eyes darkened with hunger with his gym shorts bulging out a tent underneath them. Normally Akaashi would be embarrassed, but his neediness was strong and the sight of Bokuto fresh from practice and still wearing his unbearably tight clothing wasn't helping. His thighs noticeably shake, wanting to have them wrap around the bigger males torso as his puckering hole takes in his ridiculous length. He wanted to be fucked stupid after weeks— or even a month of neglecting.

"B-bokuto," Akaashi reaches out for him, eyes watering from both missing him and his painful length, "Please." immediately after those pleads left his mouth, Bokuto had stripped all of his clothing by the door. Nearing Akaashi, he throws his sweaty shirt away and positions himself in between the smaller males legs. Akaashi's mouth waters feeling the head of his cock poke his hole, making his toes curl in anticipation. Meanwhile Bokuto was eating in the sight of Akaashi in a flustered mess, wearing his undeniably large jersey.

"Is that my jersey you're wearing, Kaashi?" his voice going deep as he leans down on his neck, licking a small stripe of skin before biting down to mark it. Akaashi whimpers, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, "I-I'm sorry, Bokuto. I just, unf—" he was cut off by his own moan when Bokuto bit the side of the skin between his neck and shoulder, "I missed you."

He hears Bokuto growl in affection, but also knowing that that turnes him on and fueled his own ego. He leans back, licking his dried lips and stares at Akaashi, "I don't mind you wearing my stuff if it means you're gonna look so delectable, Kaashi." he places both of his hands underneath the shirt and on to his sides, squeezing them, which adds up to Akaashi's sensitivity and moans wantonly.

"I wanna try fucking you with it."

He gasps when the tip of Bokuto's cock intrudes his entrance. He didn't even have time to prep him because he too was getting impatient. His mouth falls open, small line of drool falling from the side of his lips as Bokuto eases himself inside slowly, but deeply. It may have hurt him if it was his first time, but now he looked like an omega in desperate need of an alpha. Bottoming out, he was left to adjust from his length. Akaashi possesses a small, fragile body compared to Bokuto's buff figure. Not only has he grown big,

He has definitely grown monstrous down there.

Bokuto pants above him, trying so hard not to let his own desires of thrusting in and out roughly inside the whimpering male from the vice grip his walls were around his cock. It had been too long judging by how unbearably tight Akaashi was. While waiting for permission from the younger one, Bokuto licked his lips at the sight of the end of his shirt getting a wet patch to wear Akaashi's cock was left untouched. To distract himself from going feral, he moves the shirt upward, exposing Akaashi's abdomen and leaking cock. Grabbing it, he slowly brings his hand up on the tip and down on his balls.

"Ah— Bokuto." chocking on a moan with his cock being surrounded by his callused palm, his head shakes side to side from his lower parts getting ripped and jacked off at the same time. Bokuto, being the teasing bastard he was thumbs his cock head with small circles, knowing how it drives Akaashi crazy it makes him cry out, "AH!— PLEASE MOVE!" he grins with a grunt, slowly pulling out from his jutting hips before slamming back inside, causing the air from Akaashi to puff out of his chest.

"Mm, fuck Kaashi, you're really tightening up," Bokuto grunts, the room filling up with the soumd of their bed creaking, Akaashi getting wrecked and his moans, "Its almost as if you miss my cock. Don't you?" he whispers next to his ear, earning a whine from Akaashi. Dirty talking something that gets him off, "You look pretty and cute wearing my jersey while— shit— taking my cock." he praises, capturing his lips for a heated kiss as the temptation of his tongue hanging out from the side of his mouth got into him.

Akaashi's legs snakes there way on his back, his heels digging on Bokuto to lock him in position, arms hugging his sweating torso close, craving for skinship, "Bokuto, ah ha, please. Make me cum. Cum inside me." pulling away from his lips and pleading. Eyes closing, focusing on the euphoria being brought to him, his mouth taking a mind of its own, "Please, please cum inside me. I miss you, I need you, Bokuto please." he cries against his neck, the tip of his cock barely scraping his prostrate close.

"You always have a way of turning me on, Keiji." moaning at the sound of his first name rolling from his lips, his eyes went wide when he felt his limp cock being grabbed on again. Looking down in fear, he was too sensitive,

"And you know what happens when you keep begging me for something I won't stop."

Giving him a deep thrust, his tip finally reaching deep into his sweet spot, Akaashi could only let his tongue out with his eyes rolling back. His cock being fisted fast by Bokuto, who held a sloppy yet animalistic pace from his hips.

"Fuck." Bokuto closes his eyes, biting down on Akaashi's sweaty and marked up neck, "You feel so good around me, Keiji." how Akaashi loves it when ge gets praises from his loving ace, "You look so cute right now. Want to keep fucking you like this." he hears him chuckle deeply from the sight of Akaashi unable to speak coherently from all his senses being blocked by his sinful minitrations.

"Did you really miss me that much?" Bokuto eggs him, his cock pistoning on his prostrate, hand cupping his balls. He was getting close, "Tell me you missed me, baby. I missed you a lot, you know?" from the way Bokuto was becoming chatty, that was a sign that he too was getting close to his high.

"Tell me you miss me, I'll give you all my cum, Keiji. Go on," growling, he places his thumb against his tip, locking his eyes with his teary ones, "I love you."

And that was the last straw for Akaashi.

"FUCK! PLEASE! BOKUTO, AH— I MISS YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE HAH—" scratching his back with his trimmed nails, Akaashi's voice becoming high, "CUM INSIDE— CUMMING! CUMMING!!—"

With a shout as he buries his head against his neck, Akaashi can feel the jersey get soaked from the chest area. His cum spurting on him and Bokuto as he empties himself inside Akaashi's womb with a grunt.

Both panted from exhaustion, basking in the moment of bliss and silence with each other's presence. Bokuto cups Akaashi's tear stianed cheek and strokes it lovingly, staring at his gun metal eyes with pupils fully blown from the intimate moment they both shared. Akaashi sighs, finally calmed his breathing and smiles softly at him, his eyes twinkling in sheer happiness and bliss, "Welcome home." he greets, wrapping his arms back again at Bokuto's neck.

Bokuto returns the smile and leans in for a short, chaste kiss, "Does this mean you'll be wearing my shirt more often? I don't mind if it's you." he teases the black haired male. Akaashi smacks the back of his head lightly from embarrassment, "Not unless you wear mine too.."

There was a moment of silence after his line.

"But your clothes are so tiny."

Akaashi pouts and turns his head away, earning an earful whine from Bokuto, "I was just kidding, Keiji! Your clothes might just rip, y'know?" peppering apologetic kisses on his cheeks, nuzzling his nose on his side.

"But you know, since I'm off tomorrow."

That made his head turn back to his gaze, meeting yet again another pair of hungry eyes.

"Why don't you train with me wearing my jersey now, hm?"