It was an ordinary, seemingly moonlit evening, it's when these words were said.
— The moon is beautiful today, isn't it, kunimi? - Oikawa asks, looking into Akira's dark eyes. He sees himself reflected in them. He sees Akira look confused. He watches as Akira breaks down before throwing a few words back.
- So beautiful that you can die ... - sulks, hugging his knees. Oikawa wants to be in his lap instead. He wants Kunimi to hold him, to pat his silky hair, to kiss him, after all.
Wasn't that a confession?
The T-shirt had slipped down, exposing a thin shoulder. Oikawa wants to mark that shoulder, but he holds on. Akira also doesn't stay away, staring at Tooru, trying to look into his eyes to see himself in them. And why does no one dare to take the first step? Why are they so shy?
- Tooru... - his soft voice, so melodious and soothing against the sound of the waves, breaks the silence between the two, and when Akira calls the boy by his first name, Oikawa's heart starts beating many times faster. — Does that mean we're... together now?
Oikawa rests his head on the bare shoulder he still wants to mark, buries his nose in the guy's neck, and mumbles something that sounds vaguely like "yes."
Kunimi looks up at the sky, but finding nothing there but a few stars, he turns his gaze to the sea surface. Oikawa forces him to look at himself. Now Akira can't stand it anymore and pulls himself to him, embracing him with his soft, tender arms.
Tooru is ready to melt, and both of them have tears in their eyes, and the guys themselves don't fully understand why. Now they are busy with each other, and therefore ignore the fact that the waves wet the socks of their sneakers.
Oikawa takes his already boyfriend's cheeks in his hands, presses his forehead against his and looks into his eyes, still seeing himself in them.
Akira holds on, trying not to cry, which is completely unlike him. He wants more, but the fear of taking the initiative takes over. God forbid you ever embarrass yourself or do something stupid. He puts his hands in the same way, and, locking his mind for a hundred locks, reaches for Oikawa's lips, covering his eyes. He wants to, and he's sure Tooru wants to, too. And he's not wrong. He carefully, as if kissing the petals of some fragile flower, kisses Akira's dry lips, stealing his first kiss. And even if it is the most ordinary kiss, not French, but the truth is sincere. He does this several more times, after which he still reaches the coveted shoulder, leaving his "mark" there. Kunimi is confused, but gives in.
Akira likes to hug, and Tooru knows it very well. He likes to put his head on his partner's shoulder and be in this position. he likes to feel the hands of a loved one on his back. He likes to feel the breath near his ear. He likes to feel Oikawa's chest rise and fall when he hugs him. the series of kisses does not end, Oikawa makes Kunimi get used to it and slowly gets into the excitement.
He slides his cold fingers under his T-shirt, making Akira flinch at the slightest touch. Akira himself tries to cling to the sand, but it treacherously slips between his fingers. It's difficult to deny the fact that he gets pleasure. Despite his apparent thinness, he has abs that Oikawa now seems to adore stroking. Kunimi tried to do something in response, but a glance from Tooru told him not to. Deep down, he doesn't think it's fair, but he doesn't want to go against Oikawa and waste his energy on another showdown.
He's doing it right.
- Let me enjoy you and your body to the fullest today, Kunimi, - Tooru draws it out slowly, his voice painfully sweet, and the innocent Kunimi can't understand what he's trying to achieve.
- Lie down, please, it will be easier for me.
Akira obeys, sand is instantly driven into the hair, someone will have to wash their hair again today. Oikawa slowly lifts Kunimi's T-shirt to about the middle, so that only his abs are visible, and the embarrassed guy bites his nails, settling into an impermissibly exciting pose.
Now Tooru sits between the boy's legs while Kunimi squeezes him from behind with his knees — this guy won't miss the opportunity to hug any part of his body at any opportunity.
Thoughts are a tangle in head, but Oikawa just wants to, and Akira doesn't understand. Actually, Tooru uses this misunderstanding when, putting his hand on the guy's tummy, he begins to draw different patterns, causing him to be covered with a wave of goosebumps. And, of course, blushing like a tomato, good that night is dark, not visible.
For a moment, Kunimi thought he had a fever, but he put the back of his hand to his forehead and dismissed the possibility. For Oikawa, such a pose was something incredible, mind-blowing. He would like Kunimi to lie with him like this forever.
Tooru was very turned on by all this, although when Akira felt someone else's tension and pulsation from below, it scared both of them. In fact, Oikawa knew this was going to happen, and he wanted to get rid of the tension as soon as possible.
Oikawa honestly tried to be gentle and affectionate, even though a hungry demon had woken up inside him. The main thing in all this is patience, and the main task is not to scare the guy.
- What are you doing with... — Kunimi didn't say anything. Oikawa massages Akira's thigh under his shorts with one hand, causing him to tremble even more, and a barely audible moan of pleasure escapes from his lips, but Tooru catches it, licks his lips, and weaves her fingers with his free hand. After that, he presses on the visible bump, presses with his finger, strokes it in any way, which only doesn't invent, if only he becomes as excited as possible. Kunimi moans softly, burying his face in free hand, which Oikawa doesn't like.
When he gets tired of standing on ceremony, he climbs under the elastic band of his underwear, clearly heading for the forbidden fruit, which makes Akira's legs as tight as possible.
— You look so hot, I think I'm going to go crazy... - Oikawa sweats, wipes the sweat from his forehead, gently looks at the guy lying under him.
But Kunimi has other plans.
- Sorry, Oikawa, let's have a first date without this... well, we need to get used to each other... - he stares guiltily.
He doesn't stare for long: after five seconds, he looks away and drops his T-shirt, and then sits down on the sand and kisses Oikawa as best he can: childish, inexperienced, but sensual and sincere.
And Tooru thinks he can be forgiven for that.