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akiyama sugar baby au part 2 thread <33
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“i think i’d like that too.”
tadashi stares. for a bit too long, apparently.
“what is it?” akiteru is still very flushed, eyes wandering around the cafe. he’s so cute.
tadashi grins, “nothing im just shocked you’d even consider kissing me on the cheek, let alone fu-“
tadashi stares. for a bit too long, apparently.
“what is it?” akiteru is still very flushed, eyes wandering around the cafe. he’s so cute.
tadashi grins, “nothing im just shocked you’d even consider kissing me on the cheek, let alone fu-“
akiterus covers tadashi mouth with his (large, so, very large) hands, the table rattles with the movement.
“don’t-!” akiteru cuts himself off, lowering his voice, “don’t say it like that, please. oh my god...”
tadashi smirks underneath the warm palms. he sticks his tongue out.
“don’t-!” akiteru cuts himself off, lowering his voice, “don’t say it like that, please. oh my god...”
tadashi smirks underneath the warm palms. he sticks his tongue out.
akiteru grimaces but doesn’t budge, “that doesn’t work on me, tadashi. i’m immune.”
hah, sure. tadashi spreads his tongue flat against akiterus palm, exhaling softly as he laps slowly against the soft skin. he lets his eyelids dip, peering at akiteru through his lashes.
hah, sure. tadashi spreads his tongue flat against akiterus palm, exhaling softly as he laps slowly against the soft skin. he lets his eyelids dip, peering at akiteru through his lashes.
akiteru seems to malfunction for a moment, frozen staring at where tadashi is currently making out with his palm. tadashi laughs when akiteru finally rips his hands away from his mouth.
“so much for immunity, akiteru-san.”
“so much for immunity, akiteru-san.”
akiteru wipes his hand on a napkin before meeting tadashis mirthful gaze.
“little shit,” he mumbles.
tadashi laughs, “of course i am! old habits, et cetera...”
there’s a lull as the pair take each other in.
“little shit,” he mumbles.
tadashi laughs, “of course i am! old habits, et cetera...”
there’s a lull as the pair take each other in.
“so did you...” tadashi trails off, glancing at the door.
akiterus eyes widen with understanding. “i’ll um. i’ll get the bill, and then we can go to mine?”
tadashi smiles at him, “you’re cute when you’re nervous, akiteru-san.”
akiterus eyes widen with understanding. “i’ll um. i’ll get the bill, and then we can go to mine?”
tadashi smiles at him, “you’re cute when you’re nervous, akiteru-san.”
the blush that never truly disappeared returns with full force as akiteru stands from the table. “it doesn’t help when you- youre-“ his face scrunches, he sighs, “shush.”
tadashi hums and mimes zipping his lips. he watches akiterus back as he pays for their lunch.
tadashi hums and mimes zipping his lips. he watches akiterus back as he pays for their lunch.
tadashi lets his eyes roam broad shoulders, down to strong legs and a very cute butt. tadashi makes a not to compliment him later. akiteru turns and catches tadashis wandering eye, smiling softly before focusing back to the front.
tadashi feels warmth bubble within him. later.
tadashi feels warmth bubble within him. later.
they leave the cafe and head to akiterus big, fancy apartment as tadashi described it.
“i promise it’s not that fancy...” akiteru mumbles when he opens the door.
“my kitchen and laundry are in the same room, akiteru. your apartment is fancy,” tadashi says as he looks around.
“i promise it’s not that fancy...” akiteru mumbles when he opens the door.
“my kitchen and laundry are in the same room, akiteru. your apartment is fancy,” tadashi says as he looks around.
“how many apartments are on this floor, did you say?” tadashi wonders aloud. akiteru snorts. “what?”
“i didn’t,” akiteru laughs. he’s taken off his coat and stands resting on the side of the (glass = fancy) dining table. “but there’s two others.”
tadashi nods, “fancy...”
“i didn’t,” akiteru laughs. he’s taken off his coat and stands resting on the side of the (glass = fancy) dining table. “but there’s two others.”
tadashi nods, “fancy...”
he spends another minute looking around before he takes off his own sweater. akiteru takes it gently from his hands. tadashi blinks, the implications finally settling in.
“uh- akiteru-san. i know earlier you said you would but it’s okay if you dont-“
“uh- akiteru-san. i know earlier you said you would but it’s okay if you dont-“
akiteru places the sweater on an arm chair, and takes his hand, causing the words to die on tadashis lips. they look at each other. akiteru exhales.
“tadashi, i want this.” he ducks his head to meet his eyes better. stupid tree with his stupid big eyes and pretty face.
“tadashi, i want this.” he ducks his head to meet his eyes better. stupid tree with his stupid big eyes and pretty face.
“tadashi, if you want to stop, we can stop. i’ll still- i can help you out like i said before. no strings attached.”
tadashis going to fuck him.
“can you kiss me pl-“
akiteru kisses him. hard.
tadashis going to fuck him.
“can you kiss me pl-“
akiteru kisses him. hard.
tadashi pulls akiteru in closer, returning the kiss with fervour. he snakes his arms around akiterus back, pulling at the stupid fancy dress shirt he was wearing. akiteru makes work of his shirt buttons. tadashi opens his mouth to lick at akiterus parted lips.
akiteru’s lips open to let tadashi lick into his mouth. his shirt falls to the floor, crumpled and the last thing on eithers mind.
tadashi’s hands come up to akiterus neck and cradle the back of his head, pulling at the blond strands. akiteru moans softly and tadashi laughs
tadashi’s hands come up to akiterus neck and cradle the back of his head, pulling at the blond strands. akiteru moans softly and tadashi laughs
into their kiss.
akiteru’s thigh finds its way between tadashi’s legs, hands resting gently at his hips. the thigh lifts for a moment.
“a-ah!” tadashi jerks back involuntary, whining at the sudden pressure and current lack thereof. “aki...”
akiteru’s thigh finds its way between tadashi’s legs, hands resting gently at his hips. the thigh lifts for a moment.
“a-ah!” tadashi jerks back involuntary, whining at the sudden pressure and current lack thereof. “aki...”
akiteru holds him in place, their chests flush. he fucking laughs. “oops.”
“do it again, aki.” tadashi pants, hands gripping bare shoulders.
akiteru kisses tadashis temple, near his ear. “magic word?”
“now.” tadashi nearly growls when akiteru doesn’t move.
“do it again, aki.” tadashi pants, hands gripping bare shoulders.
akiteru kisses tadashis temple, near his ear. “magic word?”
“now.” tadashi nearly growls when akiteru doesn’t move.
if anything he moves less that he was before. another kiss to his cheek.
“baby, that’s not what i meant...”
tadashi feels thumbs circling his hips. fucking tease.
“now, plea- AH”
“baby, that’s not what i meant...”
tadashi feels thumbs circling his hips. fucking tease.
“now, plea- AH”
akiteru moves his thigh and shifts tadashis hips simultaneously. tadashi digs his nails into akiterus shoulders.
“fuck- aki-“ he moans into akiterus neck at another thrust.
“a-aki- i want- can we-“
“breath, baby. what is it?” he slows. tadashi catches his breath.
“fuck- aki-“ he moans into akiterus neck at another thrust.
“a-aki- i want- can we-“
“breath, baby. what is it?” he slows. tadashi catches his breath.
“bedroom. can we go please?”
tadashi looks up from his place on akiterus shoulder. akiteru smiles softly.
“of course, are you ok?”
tadashi nods and kissing the underside of his jaw, “perfect. your so good...”
tadashi looks up from his place on akiterus shoulder. akiteru smiles softly.
“of course, are you ok?”
tadashi nods and kissing the underside of his jaw, “perfect. your so good...”
// tbc i gotta sleep hope ur enjoying so far!! i’ll just continue part 2.5 on this thread ily guys <33
