In the dead of night, the bedroom was dark except for the soft glow of the moonlight and street lamps streaming in through the open window with the cool, late summer breeze. It sends a shiver through Daichi's skin, or maybe it was from the way Suga grazed his teeth over his kiss-bruised bottom lip.
Suga texted him about an hour ago that his parents had gone out for dinner and drinks, and Daichi knew an invitation for a few hours of doing anything they wanted when he saw one. In no time at all Daichi was at the doorstep, up the stairs into Suga's room, half naked and sandwiched between him and his mattress. There isn't anywhere else the captain would rather be than here, in this situation, running one of his hands through soft gray hair.
At the insistence of a little snuggling, Daichi tilts up his chin, giving Suga free reign to kiss along the sturdy line of his jaw, down the curve of his neck with all teeth and tongue along the way. Daichi let out a long, shaky breath at the feeling, watching Suga work under his lashes. He looked beautiful like this, concentrating only on Daichi to make him squirm from the overflow of pleasure. But it's not worth all the teasing, not right now when they didn't have all night. Cracking open one eye, he reaches for the nearby nightstand, pulling open the drawer where Suga keeps his supplies.
Or he would, but he's stopped by one of the setter's hands in his.
"It's my turn tonight, isn't it?" Suga says with a dripping sweet smile, even with his voice low and husky in ways Daichi is sure weren't fair. He's also 99% certain it's not Suga's turn (they had decided when they started this relationship to take turns because they found out both of them took equal enjoyment from being on both sides of it), but when he says it like that, who is Daichi to argue?
He raises up both his hands beside his head to surrender, watching Suga dig out the lube and condom from the drawer. "It is now."
"Then why don't you," Suga lets out a breath, putting a condom and the lube bottle atop the nightstand for easy access, "get these pants off?"
Daichi nods, not needing any other answer but to grab at his pants, undoing the buttons before doing the same for Suga, the two of them stealing kisses as they kicked off the last layers of clothing from their bodies. Daichi couldn't help but stare at the lines of Suga's body, thinking for the hundredth time how strong his smaller frame looked, vision moving up his chest and to his angelic face, watching the way Suga licks his lips and mirrors his desperate, loving gaze.
"Turn over."
And Daichi does, propping himself on his elbows and knees, waiting until Suga leans over to grab the lube to rub his ass against his partner's erection just to feel his whole body shiver. It earns Daichi a smack, square on his bum, and he can't hide the way his hair stands on end from the sting of it.
"Don't get cheeky on me now." Suga says with a laugh, the soft reverberations running through the room followed by the pop of the plastic cap and the squirt of lubricant over his fingers.
"How could I resist?" Daichi's not sure how he keeps his voice steady, but once Suga is running slick fingers over his hole, he's already biting the corner of his lip.
"You're lucky you're cute Daichi." he pushes one finger into the captain, making him shudder and back arching into it.
The way Suga works him open is meticulous, paying attention to every detail the same way he does when they're on the court. His finger curls and pushes into him before adding a second, and a third, working Daichi open until he's panting for breath and grinding his ass against those long, deft fingers.
Daichi breathes out, not hiding the level of desperation in his voice. "Suga, please..."
He hears Suga breathing, feels his fingers pull out, and Daichi has to take a deep breath to keep his brain functioning. He glances over his shoulder, watching Suga cover his cock with lube, positioning himself between Daichi's legs.
"Ready?"
"God yes."
With his hands on Daichi's hips, Suga presses himself in, slowly, and the captain has to hide his face in the pillow to keep himself from groaning out. It was so embarrassing the first time they did this, and when it hit Daichi that he loved the feeling of being spread apart and worked by his partner, but after a few times he's more used to the sensation and doesn't turn into a blushing, blubbering mess when every inch of Suga's cock is buried inside of him.
They both pause like this for a moment, bodies impossibly close trying to steady their positions, the setter planting a few hot kisses on the back of his partner's neck until Daichi arches his back, rolling his hips for friction. It's Suga's sign to go, and he doesn't waste a second. He rolls into him, long, measured thrusts, molding Daichi pliable until he can start to snap his hips, calculated moves giving way to heated action. Suga's hands run along Daichi's spine, tracing the lines the taut lines of muscle and ridges of bone, until he's grabbing so hard that his fingers are digging bruises into Daichi's hips.
Suga was normally intense when he topped, but whether it was because he was horny or the time pressure, he was fucking him hard enough to have Daichi grinding his hips into the mattress below. Whatever the reason was, it left the captain moaning and desperate for some friction on his own cock.
Another thrust brushes along the sensitive knot of nerves inside of him, and Daichi's voice breaks into a lower octave the way it usually does when he's breathless and close. It'll be embarrassing later, but for now, Daichi's mind can hardly think on it.
"Shit, Suga, Oh god..."
Suga's soft lips brush over his shoulder, to the bright red tips of his ears. "Come for me Daichi, I want to h-hear you."
The captain feels the way his partner's breath is uneven and shallow against his skin, the stutter of words that tell him Suga is just as close as he is. As much as he'd like to do something about it though, the setter is pounding into him, cock running over the sensitive spot inside of him again and again. It causes Daichi to flush and go flat against the sheets, moving his hips for more purchase. It's not long before his moans are filled with broken swears and his partner's name, clenching his muscles around Suga in a last attempt to get to him before Daichi comes like a shot, getting all over fabric and skin.
It's overwhelming every time when he comes like this, so much so that Daichi nearly misses the little hiccup from behind him and the way Suga hides his face between Daichi's shoulder blades when he spills out, shaking and breathless.
They lay like that for a moment, Suga's softening cock inside of Daichi with his face hidden in the captain's back, as Daichi sprawls out on his own mess while trying to catch his breath. It was a comfortable warmth until it wasn't, stickiness and sore parts taking over. Suga rolled off of him and Daichi could lay on his side.
"So." Suga started with a grin that made him look like the cat who ate the canary. "You really liked that, huh?"
Push and Pull (daisuga, pushing/grinding into the mattress)
Suga texted him about an hour ago that his parents had gone out for dinner and drinks, and Daichi knew an invitation for a few hours of doing anything they wanted when he saw one. In no time at all Daichi was at the doorstep, up the stairs into Suga's room, half naked and sandwiched between him and his mattress. There isn't anywhere else the captain would rather be than here, in this situation, running one of his hands through soft gray hair.
At the insistence of a little snuggling, Daichi tilts up his chin, giving Suga free reign to kiss along the sturdy line of his jaw, down the curve of his neck with all teeth and tongue along the way. Daichi let out a long, shaky breath at the feeling, watching Suga work under his lashes. He looked beautiful like this, concentrating only on Daichi to make him squirm from the overflow of pleasure. But it's not worth all the teasing, not right now when they didn't have all night. Cracking open one eye, he reaches for the nearby nightstand, pulling open the drawer where Suga keeps his supplies.
Or he would, but he's stopped by one of the setter's hands in his.
"It's my turn tonight, isn't it?" Suga says with a dripping sweet smile, even with his voice low and husky in ways Daichi is sure weren't fair. He's also 99% certain it's not Suga's turn (they had decided when they started this relationship to take turns because they found out both of them took equal enjoyment from being on both sides of it), but when he says it like that, who is Daichi to argue?
He raises up both his hands beside his head to surrender, watching Suga dig out the lube and condom from the drawer. "It is now."
"Then why don't you," Suga lets out a breath, putting a condom and the lube bottle atop the nightstand for easy access, "get these pants off?"
Daichi nods, not needing any other answer but to grab at his pants, undoing the buttons before doing the same for Suga, the two of them stealing kisses as they kicked off the last layers of clothing from their bodies. Daichi couldn't help but stare at the lines of Suga's body, thinking for the hundredth time how strong his smaller frame looked, vision moving up his chest and to his angelic face, watching the way Suga licks his lips and mirrors his desperate, loving gaze.
"Turn over."
And Daichi does, propping himself on his elbows and knees, waiting until Suga leans over to grab the lube to rub his ass against his partner's erection just to feel his whole body shiver. It earns Daichi a smack, square on his bum, and he can't hide the way his hair stands on end from the sting of it.
"Don't get cheeky on me now." Suga says with a laugh, the soft reverberations running through the room followed by the pop of the plastic cap and the squirt of lubricant over his fingers.
"How could I resist?" Daichi's not sure how he keeps his voice steady, but once Suga is running slick fingers over his hole, he's already biting the corner of his lip.
"You're lucky you're cute Daichi." he pushes one finger into the captain, making him shudder and back arching into it.
The way Suga works him open is meticulous, paying attention to every detail the same way he does when they're on the court. His finger curls and pushes into him before adding a second, and a third, working Daichi open until he's panting for breath and grinding his ass against those long, deft fingers.
Daichi breathes out, not hiding the level of desperation in his voice. "Suga, please..."
He hears Suga breathing, feels his fingers pull out, and Daichi has to take a deep breath to keep his brain functioning. He glances over his shoulder, watching Suga cover his cock with lube, positioning himself between Daichi's legs.
"Ready?"
"God yes."
With his hands on Daichi's hips, Suga presses himself in, slowly, and the captain has to hide his face in the pillow to keep himself from groaning out. It was so embarrassing the first time they did this, and when it hit Daichi that he loved the feeling of being spread apart and worked by his partner, but after a few times he's more used to the sensation and doesn't turn into a blushing, blubbering mess when every inch of Suga's cock is buried inside of him.
They both pause like this for a moment, bodies impossibly close trying to steady their positions, the setter planting a few hot kisses on the back of his partner's neck until Daichi arches his back, rolling his hips for friction. It's Suga's sign to go, and he doesn't waste a second. He rolls into him, long, measured thrusts, molding Daichi pliable until he can start to snap his hips, calculated moves giving way to heated action. Suga's hands run along Daichi's spine, tracing the lines the taut lines of muscle and ridges of bone, until he's grabbing so hard that his fingers are digging bruises into Daichi's hips.
Suga was normally intense when he topped, but whether it was because he was horny or the time pressure, he was fucking him hard enough to have Daichi grinding his hips into the mattress below. Whatever the reason was, it left the captain moaning and desperate for some friction on his own cock.
Another thrust brushes along the sensitive knot of nerves inside of him, and Daichi's voice breaks into a lower octave the way it usually does when he's breathless and close. It'll be embarrassing later, but for now, Daichi's mind can hardly think on it.
"Shit, Suga, Oh god..."
Suga's soft lips brush over his shoulder, to the bright red tips of his ears. "Come for me Daichi, I want to h-hear you."
The captain feels the way his partner's breath is uneven and shallow against his skin, the stutter of words that tell him Suga is just as close as he is. As much as he'd like to do something about it though, the setter is pounding into him, cock running over the sensitive spot inside of him again and again. It causes Daichi to flush and go flat against the sheets, moving his hips for more purchase. It's not long before his moans are filled with broken swears and his partner's name, clenching his muscles around Suga in a last attempt to get to him before Daichi comes like a shot, getting all over fabric and skin.
It's overwhelming every time when he comes like this, so much so that Daichi nearly misses the little hiccup from behind him and the way Suga hides his face between Daichi's shoulder blades when he spills out, shaking and breathless.
They lay like that for a moment, Suga's softening cock inside of Daichi with his face hidden in the captain's back, as Daichi sprawls out on his own mess while trying to catch his breath. It was a comfortable warmth until it wasn't, stickiness and sore parts taking over. Suga rolled off of him and Daichi could lay on his side.
"So." Suga started with a grin that made him look like the cat who ate the canary. "You really liked that, huh?"
"You're one to talk."
[omg this took forever... i hope u like it op]