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in the long summer evening, 3.7k, bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou/akaashi keiji, explicit
“I hope it gets colder soon,” Koutarou says. He means, colder in general, because lately the asphalt has been burning his feet if he tries to walk on it. He means, colder tonight, because today he is going to sleep with Kuroo and Akaashi, and if it's as hot as this, he can't stand the idea of anyone touching him for long.
this was a commission for asongstress! she commissioned a smutty sequel to the AU i wrote earlier this year, with akaashi as a tattoo artist, kuroo as the receptionist, and bokuto as the client (called lines; meeting, crossing, staying parallell, link here). the series, which currently has no other planned works, is called affections (b/w). everything can be found on ao3!
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