Kisses! How about 17 for Bokuaka?! And I know you don't normally write them, but I'll throw it out anyway; 15 for Tsukkiyama?! Thank you!
kisses!!! i did my best for both! i hope you like them!
17. Shy kiss
Bokuto doesn’t usually like to admit when he’s nervous, but he definitely is right now. Akaashi is probably one of the prettiest people he’s ever met, if not the prettiest, and he still can’t quite believe that he wants to be Bokuto’s boyfriend. It seems too good to be true (and sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly low, he almost thinks that it is), but he’s going to do his best to be the kind of boyfriend others look to for inspiration. Someone others will point at and say, “look at that guy! He’s a fantastic boyfriend!”
That’s the kind of boyfriend he wants to be, but it’s hard because he’s never been a boyfriend before. Shockingly, Akaashi’s the first person to ever show an interest in him. At least, the first person to confess an interest.
That’s not important right now. Bokuto tries to refocus, staring at Akaashi standing across from him, looking back at him expectantly. Bokuto pulled him aside once school let out, but then he got stuck on these trains of thought and has been standing there blankly for the past couple minutes.
“Did you need something, Bokuto-san?” Akaashi asks patiently (he’s always so patient with him).
“Oh, yes!” Bokuto declares, placing his hands on Akaashi’s shoulders before moving them down to his elbows before finding purchase on his hands. He gives them a small squeeze. “Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, but I know you’re worried about other people at school knowing about us, so I decided to give you your chocolates early!”
He releases Akaashi’s hands in order to rummage in his bag. He pulls out the box, which he wrapped so carefully this morning, dismayed to see that the paper has torn and wrinkled some and the bow on the top has come undone.
“Shit,” he mutters, staring down at it, wondering how to save face in light of this tragedy.
Before he can come up with anything, Akaashi’s hands gently take the box from him. He looks up, startled, his chest squeezing around his heart, as Akaashi opens it. The chocolates inside are not perfect, unfortunately. He got a little too enthusiastic while he was making them, so they’re not all the same size and some have more drizzle than others, but he knows they taste good because both Kuroo and Kenma said so. He finds himself practically vibrating as he stands, watching as Akaashi tries one.
“It’s delicious,” he says with a nod. His voice doesn’t sound much different than normal, but when he looks up, he’s smiling. “Thank you, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto beams. Glancing around briefly to make sure they’re truly alone, he leans forward and places the tiniest kiss against Akaashi’s lips. His cheeks are burning as he pulls away, and Akaashi’s face grows pink as well. That was their first kiss. His heart feels like it could burst out of his chest.
He’s a fantastic boyfriend.
15. Kiss on the back
There are freckles on his back. Tsukishima’s seen them before, of course, but there’s something different about seeing them now, kissed by the sunlight peeking through the curtains. Yamaguchi’s lying on his stomach, arms hugging his pillow as he sleeps. His mouth is open and he’s drooling a bit, his hair a mess from both sleep and their activities the night before. Tsukishima doesn’t try to smooth it down. Instead, he stares at the freckles, taking time to study them, count them, memorize their pattern. It’s stupid and sentimental, pathetic probably, but in this private early morning hour, Tsukishima decides he doesn’t really care.
There’s a particularly large freckle near Yamaguchi’s shoulder, slightly darker than the rest. Tsukishima pokes at it with his finger, considering it, before bending down to press his lips on it next. A soft, light brush of a kiss, nothing that will wake Yamaguchi, hopefully. Although his best friend has already seen him at his most vulnerable, it’s still embarrassing.
“Mm, morning Tsukki,” Yamaguchi murmurs, a grin lilting his voice.
Tsukishima leans back, turning his face away quickly. “I thought you were asleep.”
Yamaguchi chuckles, a low, throaty sound due to him just waking. Tsukishima moves to leave the bed, but an arm snakes around his waist, holding him in place. Yamaguchi nuzzles his face into Tsukishima’s lower back, a soft whine in his voice now, “not yet. Too early.”
Tsukishima sighs. “I usually get up around this time.”
Yamaguchi just makes a small noise of protest in response. After a moment, Tsukishima decides a few more minutes won’t hurt and allows Yamaguchi to pull him back down onto the mattress.
kissing prompts
