Bokuto rarely drinks enough to get drunk, but on those rare occasions when he does, like now at this party at a campus classmate's house, his already extroverted personality intensifies, meaning he tends to act somewhat reckless, +
Bokuto rarely drinks enough to get drunk, but on those rare occasions when he does, like now at this party at a campus classmate's house, his already extroverted personality intensifies, meaning he tends to act somewhat reckless, +
Bokuto kissing over Akaashi’s bare asscheeks, fingers dipping between to circle, nosing up his spine and growling and whining into the back of Akaashi’s neck: “Keiji I wanna fuck you.”
Bokuto kissing over Akaashi’s bare asscheeks, fingers dipping between to circle, nosing up his spine and growling and whining into the back of Akaashi’s neck: “Keiji I wanna fuck you.”
Bokuto is buzzing with excitement. He careful maneuvers himself through the crowd, frosty air biting at his exposed nose. But the rest of his body is warm under layers of knits and wools. (The two mugs of glühwein he’s downed probably helped, too.) +