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Yaku Morisuke has beautiful thighs. Sugawara Koushi has a thing for trying to get his hands on said thighs. It causes a few issues between them. Yaku always bats him away quicker than he does anything but pick-up receives on the court. Suga is stubborn.
The first time he actually manages to touch one of those glorious thighs is when Yaku had come home from a winning game and climbed right into his lap to kiss him stupid.
He'd managed to get his hands on them and squeeze. Then he was recovering from the worst dizzy spell of his life with how fast Yaku had managed to switch their positions around.
He took it as the first loss.
The second time he gets his greedy hands on his boyfriend's thighs is on his birthday.
Yaku had taken him out to eat. It would have been a treat if there hadn't been so many people there. They were squished into a booth, watching the chaos of their friends fondly when Suga grew bored. A little tired maybe. A lot ready to go home.
He rested a hand on Yaku's thigh softly. He could feel the way Yaku tensed up and hear the way he choked on his words in the middle of talking to Kageyama. And maybe it would have been touching to see them getting along if he wasn't on a mission.
He just kept it resting there long enough for Yaku to relax again. When his demeanor had changed again, Suga ran his fingertips along the inseam of his fancy dress pants. Yaku jerked so hard that he ended up sending their drinks toppling.
He had apologized profusely, cheeks heating up. Then he had promptly ended the night for the two of them and Suga didn't have another chance to think, let alone try anything the rest of the night.
The third time, he thought, would be a success.
Suga had come home from a long day of parent-teacher conferences to the very welcome surprise of his boyfriend entertaining his cat. Of course, his day had been shitty so the cat was put on hold.
Yaku had gone willingly when he was dragged into the shower. He'd spoiled him a little even. Had taken his time "scrubbing the day away". It wasn't until Suga had the chance to wash his hair that things escalated. He'd had Yaku practically purring at his touch.
Trying to get him to feel better was only natural after that.
Suga had destroyed the feeling in his knees to get him to fuck his face. It didn't take too much convincing either. And when Yaku was soft and dazed after, he'd taken the chance to kiss the skin of one thigh.
That's all he'd gotten to do. Yaku had yanked him back so fast that he'd winced.
That attempt had ended in him apologizing again and dragging Suga off to the living room. The outcome of it all was much less sexy than it had been but being held by Yaku was almost better.
The fourth time Suga was starting to lose hope.
Yaku's hands were pressed against his chest, eyes scrunched closed, riding him. Suga was almost sure that it was all those thighs had been made for.
Somewhere, in the thrill of it all, he'd realized that Yaku was out of it. He was a whimpering mess, head thrown back, chasing his own pleasure.
Maybe it was the fact that watching his thighs work was making his mouth water, or maybe it was that he just wouldn't give up. Whatever it was, Suga reached out and grabbed.
The noise Yaku made was heavenly, voice cracking around his name as he broke.
He blamed it on the fact that Yaku had ordered him to keep going after his hands had been guided back to his waist that he had forgotten all about it.
The fifth time Suga had tried to make a grab at Yaku's thighs had been an accident, really.
A particularly hard week of drills and practice games had left Yaku sore and in need of a partner to help him stretch. Suga was more than happy to help.
They did this a lot. Suga would help him stretch and they would chat about their days. It was almost perfect the way it all worked. Normally, Yaku only needed help with a few stretches. The rest of the time Suga would sit and stretch with him just to have something to do. Didn't hurt to be flexible either.
Yaku had been at a particular stretch much longer than normal and he hadn't gotten nearly as far as he normally did. So Suga, out of instinct, had reached forward to help ease his legs down. He hadn't realized he grabbed his thighs until Yaku jumped and squirmed away from him.
He'd made a break for the bathroom but not before Suga had spotted the red on his cheeks and the almost desperate look in his eyes. So that's what it was then.
A plan had been made long before Yaku joined him again for dinner.
The first successful attempt at his mission to touch Yaku's thighs came as a present on his birthday.
Suga had picked him up at practice, taken him out to eat (nowhere near as fancy as they'd gone for Suga’s day but Yaku looked more than happy), and then they'd gone home.
They tended to stay in more and more these days. Which was working in his favor because it meant he had all night to get Yaku buttered up enough to ask about the next step of his present.
And butter him up, he did.
He ran him a bath and washed his hair. Put on his favorite songs and lit his favorite scented candles. He had let him lick off all the utensils they'd used to make cookies, much to his own demise. He'd scolded him when he had burned his mouth eating said cookies. All the while he stole about as many kisses as he could and hadn't stopped singing his praises. Which, he found, wasn't all that different from what they did together on the daily anyways.
Yaku had started to catch on when Suga offered to sit down and watch a cheesy romance movie with him.
They were Yaku's favorite, but Suga had been strictly forbidden from telling anyone that. So he'd taken the fall for all the DVDs they owned regardless of the fact that he hated the damn things.
He was a good boyfriend, not a good liar.
Yaku had called him on his shit just about as soon as he had suggested the movie.
He came clean. Surely he'd buttered him up plenty.
"I was just trying to be nice, but if you really must know," Suga had started. "I want to tie you up."
Yaku had choked on the tea he had been drinking and Suga couldn't help but laugh a little bit at him. Just a tiny bit.
Once he had been breathing correctly again, it didn't take more convincing for him to be on board with the idea.
Suga tried his best not to pat himself on the back for a job well done.
As soon as Yaku's wrists were secured far away from where he could reach Suga and his ankles had been bound apart from each other, there hadn't been any more time wasted.
Suga had started at his neck, leaving a trail behind him. He'd get distracted every few minutes by a request for a kiss and then go back to working Yaku into a squirming mess.
When the first broken plea of his name had been eased into the air, he knew he'd had enough waiting.
"Mori," he purred, "such pretty thighs."
Yaku looked panicked for a moment, "Come on, stop teasing! You too chicken to fuck me?"
Any other night that might have gotten him what he wanted. Most times just to shut him up. Not tonight though.
"Can we try something?"
Yaku hesitated, "What?"
A single finger ran down the top of Yaku's thigh and Suga watched the muscles tense up close in awe, "Why do you keep trying to hide how good it makes you feel to be touched here?"
There was a war in Yaku's eyes. Suga continued gentle, teasing touches as he watched it.
"It's embarrassing," he finally answered.
Suga smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his knee. And then a few more. Higher each time, a little further in. Yaku jerked, gasping when he placed the first kiss to the inside of his thigh.
"Let me make it okay?"
He waited until Yaku caught his eyes. There was another war waging there, but there was also something else. Something softer. A kind of trust that made his breath catch in his throat.
The answer was so soft that Suga wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't listening so closely. A simple please.
He started slow, gentle. Kisses and lingering touches. He got a particularly nice sound when he would dig into the muscle with his fingertips.
It turned out slow was plenty for Yaku. He was twitching, fingers itching and curling where they sat locked away. Suga was more than okay to sit there and kiss soft skin all night until Yaku told him to move on. What he hadn't been prepared for was the plea for more.
Who was he to deny?
The first nibble to sensitive flesh pulled a noise out of Yaku that he'd never managed this early.
He tried his hardest not to let his own hips twitch against the bed.
Teasing grazes of teeth and nibbles turned into Suga leaving marks on skin that had stayed unblemished for far too long. He found that Yaku made the prettiest noises when he blew cool air on fresh marks.
He'd lost the time he'd spent there long ago. Focused on the way that Yaku was moving in ways that reminded him of how he acted when Suga edged him with nothing but his hand and his mouth.
He peeked up at his boyfriend and found that his chest was heaving. The rhythm was uneven like he was crying, head thrown back into the pillows.
"Mori," he mumbled against his skin, "look at me, baby?"
It looked like it took a lot of strength for him to make their eyes meet. He was ecstatic he had.
Those beautiful brown eyes were hazy, watery with unshed tears. His lips looked swollen like he'd been biting them. There was a pink tint to his cheeks that Suga adored seeing.
He waited until his eyes cleared up a bit, focusing right on him. He needed to watch the next part.
Suga bit into the skin high on his inner thigh and watched as his eyes rolled back.
It occurred to him when he watched his head fall back again that Yaku had called out to him in that same reverent way he did when he came.
He kept pressing feather-light kisses to the skin until it stopped twitching under his fingers.
"Sweetheart?" He pulled away entirely when the only response from Yaku was a little groan.
Taking him in was another experience itself.
Yaku had cum. He hadn't touched him at all and he'd cum. He was blushing all the way down to his chest, eyes closed like he knew when he opened them that he would have to face what had just happened.
Suga, for what it was worth, was ready to jump him even more now.
He let Yaku open his eyes on his own. While he waited he'd used his tongue to clean him up, making the excuse that the bathroom was too far. He'd undone the bindings and had kissed his way up to his jaw before he finally got to see his eyes again.
He just smiled at him. A glowing smile that Yaku had returned softly after a few seconds.
"That was hot," Suga hummed.
Yaku laughed, pushing at his shoulder with no real anger behind it. Suga had joined him with his own laugh and they'd faded into comfortable silence.
"Can I do it again?"
"Sugawara Koushi!"
He raced to save it, "Not now! Another time."
Yaku was silent for a few moments before he leaned up to kiss him. Suga took it as a yes.
When they parted, Yaku nodded first and then spoke, "Yeah. Some other time. Right now, though, I need something."
Suga bumped their noses together softly, "Anything."
The sweet moment was officially ruined by the shit-eating smirk that split across Yaku's lips. "I need you to make sure I have an excuse to not go anywhere tomorrow."
Who was Suga to say no to him?