I‘m sat, go on

This was SUCH a good read oh my god!! Pussy hungry Atsu my beloved (can’t blame him) thank you so much for sharing

Link:
archiveofourown.org/works/56963020

Co-written with my wonderful darling girlfriend LindtLuirae on twitter ❣️

This evolved a little further than anticipated. Anyways, just BokuOmi falling in love consciously and purposefully 🥹

Kiyoomi pulls away first, his forehead pressing against Koutarous. „I love you.“ He whispers against his lips. „And I love you.“ Koutarou giggles against Kiyoomis lips.

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just for a moment, before he nods and then immediately leans in to connect their lips in a sweet, soft kiss. It’s not hectic, or desperate, or hungry, even after all the years they waited. Because it was never a possibility for them not to be together one day.+

„I‘m happy you liked it.“ Koutarou answers, eyes darting across every little feature of Kiyoomis face. /It‘s now or never/ Kiyoomi thinks. „Can I kiss you?“ He asks then, desperate, and pulls the man in his arms a little bit closer. Koutarous eyes grow wide+

Their years of dancing around each other, yet this felt drastically different. „Koutarou, thank you for this evening. It was wonderful.“ Kiyoomi whispers against the hot shell of Koutarous ear. His arms fall down grab at the meat of Koutarous hips, turning him around.+

against the countertop, head handing a little lower than normal for a confident man like Bokuto. Kiyoomi is behind him, instantly, arms wrapped around Koutarous muscular shoulders. Koutarou flinches, surprised by the physical contact. They had shared many cuddles and hugs over+

he’s afraid it’ll pop. Kiyoomi goes silent for a moment when Koutarou takes their plates away to switch them out for dessert. His hands are trembling a little, Kiyoomi notices. Koutarou stands at the kitchen counter, back turned to Kiyoomi. His hands are braced+

He chose for the evening. Theres a glass of white whine in front of Kiyoomi and they start to eat. The conversation is good. Never forced, always attentive. Their voices are soft and somber. Kiyoomi feels like he’s inside a bubble and realizes with a little shock+

„I’m glad you like them, Kiyoomi.“ Koutarou pulls one of the chairs out from under the table and lets Kiyoomi take a seat.
Koutarou starts plating their dinner, Italian, Kiyoomi realizes delighted. Bokuto had nearly perfected his Spaghetti Carbonara, which is exactly the dish+

A colorful bouquet or lillies. He smiles. Koutarou remembered that Kiyoomi finds roses to be tacky and he went out of his way to research the different meanings of the colors.
„They are beautiful, Koutarou, thank you.“ Kiyoomi says, adoration clear in his voice.+

„Okay“ He says and gives Koutarou a warm smile.
When Kiyoomi enters the kitchen that evening, he’s taken a little bit by surprise. Bokuto is clad in black slacks and dark blue button down. Their small kitchen table is delicately set with a candle, cloth napkins and+

„Have dinner with me. I’ll cook.“ Bokuto suggests to Kiyoomi one random Thursday. It’s a little out of character. They have dinner every evening together. Bokuto cooks half of the time. Kiyoomi doesn’t need time to process it, knows what it means, accepts the implications.+