Sugarbuns

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Without too much effort, Ukai repositioned Suga on the couch, and proceeded to deepen their kisses. His tongue wildly invaded Suga’s mouth, tasting of alcohol and a faint trace of tobacco. Although Suga had not expected to like the taste, he found himself answering the kiss with surprising hunger.  Then, Ukai’s hand found its way under his clothes, touching him carefully at first, leaving a tingling sensation on the boy’s skin where his fingers had been. Suga moved his body, arching his back up so his shirt wasn’t so tight anymore and Ukai had easy access to more skin. At the same time, his hands trailed down Ukai’s back, resting above the border of his pants, clumsily searching for a way under the elder man’s shirt as well.

The kiss was so messy. Saliva coated both their lips, but Ukai headed no mind. He groaned into the kiss, as he changed his position a little bit to better accommodate with the kid under him. The hand from under Suga’s shirt came out again, to reposition his legs around his waist instead. There. Much better. More room to move around. Ukai pulled his head back, sucking on Koushi’s tongue while doing it, their kiss ending with a small smack. "Cute… and tasty.." He mumbled, pulling his own shirt off, as the kid seemed to want to explore, tho the initiation was a bit clumsy. He didn’t mind tho. He was hot anyway, so to get rid of his shirt was something he had been looking forward to for a lil while now.

Ukai ended the kiss, leavind Suga a little dazed and gasping for breath. Next, the man took off his shirt, letting it fall wherever. Suga crawled up a bit, supporting himself on his elbows. He let his eyes run over Ukai's bare chest, unashamed, taking in the view. A faint grin appeared on his lips. "Tasty..." he whispered, licking his lips. He had stopped thinking about going home, overcome with the need to be held, caressed, kissed, even. He reached out with his right hand, stroked Ukai's chest and ran his fingers down lower, over his abs.  "You look... good," he said, glancing up at the coach, a red flush on his cheeks.

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"N-nah, it’s fine," Suga said, "I’d have taken as a compliment either way, if it’s you." Even though he said it pretty easily, he really was glad to hear Asahi praising his behind. It wasn’t something he was used to, so it felt good. "It’s time to go for me, though," he ads, looking a little sad. But there was another day at school tomorrow, and he had that date to look forward to as well.  "I’ll see you tomorrow, Asahi!" Suga said, and waved goodbye. He turned around, and walked away with energetic steps, nearly skipping, about to hum a song in happiness. His heart fluttered and he felt super-light.

Asahi nodded dumbly when Suga told him he’d leave. He waved a little with his hand softly saying a small goodbye, as Suga’s back retreeted towards the gates. Asahi swallowed.  He was going to die on Sunday so he’d have to make the most of these last days now. Yet, he felt happy. He had gathered enough courage to ask Sugawara out, even if he had almost blown a fuse. And to be honest, he was looking forward to Sunday, even if he dreaded the movie choice.. why, of all things, did it have to be horror??

The next day the team passed by Ukai's shop, where Daichi bought everyone buns again (it was becoming quite the habit). Suga handed one to Asahi, smiling sweetly. No one else knew of their date, so the little bit of secrecy was kinda fun as well.  "I checked the movie schedule," Suga said, keeping his voice a bit quiet. "The horror movie plays at 3, so that should be fine?"

Seeing Daichi so active, Suga sat up, yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Hmm, right..." He stretched his arms again and looked at Daichi getting dressed. "I guess I was really tired," he admitted. He must have fallen asleep really fast then? Or maybe he fell asleep while studying and Daichi put him in bed? He felt his face flush a little at the thought.  "And we should probably continue studying then," he said, glancing at the clock. "Although I'd have liked to spend some more time with you in bed," he added, pulling the blankets up to his chin.

Ukai kissed the sensitive skin on his neck, licked it, giving Suga goosebumps.  "Hn-Ukai…san… n-no." He barely managed to get the words out, and he doubted Ukai even heard them, since he didn’t stop at all. And the worst thing was that it felt incredibly good.  When Ukai called him cute, he turned his head again, wanting to resist, which only earned him more kisses. “I…’m not… cute,” he mumbled. After which Ukai’s lips covered his own, surprising him, sending an electric shock through his body. And without him realizing it fully, he found himself kissing the man back, his arms found their way around Ukai’s neck, as their lips met over and over. His breathing became uneven and he moaned softly into Ukai’s mouth.

Yes, very cute. He moved his body back, trying to keep their lips pressed together, as he helpped the kid onto the couch better. He parte his own lips, licking the teens. He wanted access, no needed to get access. He liked the heavy feel of the kid hanging onto him like that. Loved the small pants that could be heard. His tongue did snake into Koushi’s mouth, looking for its counterpart, sliding against it, coaxing it to come explore his mouth. His breathing was heavy and through his nose, as his mouth was way too busy. Ukai dared move one of his hands from steadying himself, to instead crawl under Suga’s shirt, to caress that soft tummy.

Without too much effort, Ukai repositioned Suga on the couch, and proceeded to deepen their kisses. His tongue wildly invaded Suga's mouth, tasting of alcohol and a faint trace of tobacco. Although Suga had not expected to like the taste, he found himself answering the kiss with surprising hunger.  Then, Ukai's hand found its way under his clothes, touching him carefully at first, leaving a tingling sensation on the boy's skin where his fingers had been. Suga moved his body, arching his back up so his shirt wasn't so tight anymore and Ukai had easy access to more skin. At the same time, his hands trailed down Ukai's back, resting above the border of his pants, clumsily searching for a way under the elder man's shirt as well.

Suga put his hands on Ukai’s chest and shoulder when he suddenly started kissing him on his cheeks, but he had no strength left to even push him back.  "U-Ukai…san," he said, slowly, turning his face away without result. His body felt sluggish, the couch felt as if it was keeping him there, almost like it had become a part of him. Ukai’s kisses were warm and a bit sloppy, and when he kissed Suga’s ear, the boy could not surpress a small moan. His brain faintly told him that he didn’t want this, but it didn’t feel bad, and the connection between his brain and body seemed weak. When the coach complimented him on his smell, the only thing he could do was look away, exposing his neck. It was warm. So warm. Ukai was so close to him. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he sucked in the air, grasping at Ukai’s shirt for no apparent reason… 

Ukai kissed the sensitive skin on his neck, licked it, giving Suga goosebumps.  "Hn-Ukai...san... n-no." He barely managed to get the words out, and he doubted Ukai even heard them, since he didn't stop at all. And the worst thing was that it felt incredibly good.  When Ukai called him cute, he turned his head again, wanting to resist, which only earned him more kisses. "I...'m not... cute," he mumbled. After which Ukai's lips covered his own, surprising him, sending an electric shock through his body. And without him realizing it fully, he found himself kissing the man back, his arms found their way around Ukai's neck, as their lips met over and over. His breathing became uneven and he moaned softly into Ukai's mouth.

Suga scraped his throat, he wished he had some water, but there was none around. "I don't think I do... last night I was... what day is it even?" The blankets seem unbearably white in his eyes, and his muscles hurt all over. He's thinking that he's never been so sore after training ever before, so it can't have been that. And when he takes a look at Takeda-sensei, he notices that he isn't much more dressed either. He gulps, and presses his temples. "What the hell..." he whispers to himself.