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[LOG] Bird boys

WHO: Bokuto and Tsukishima
WHERE: Shinzen High School
WHEN: Summer training camp
WARNINGS: Weird genitals, eggs

BACKGROUND:

AU where humans adopt characteristics of their school mascots upon entering high school. People can assume slightly more animalistic forms under certain conditions (eg cat ears, bird wings) and also have genitals more akin to that of animals. Bokuto usually has reflective eyes (and consequently great night vision) even when in his most 'human' shape.

Most people (of any gender) are able to lay eggs, which are normally unfertilized and can be safely sold or disposed of.

In this scenario, the summer training camp lasts maybe 1.5 or 2 weeks, rather than five days.

Bokuto doesn't get the stuff Kuroo and Akaashi say sometimes. What do they mean, he's got all the tact of a bag of hammers? All he did was ask Megane-kun if he'd laid an egg before, a perfectly reasonable question from one avian to another, and definitely not the sort of thing for Skinny to get all flustered and run off about. Besides, you can use hammers to nail down tacks, Bokuto is pretty sure that is a thing.

Kuroo and Akaashi didn't seem to accept that explanation, though, so here Bokuto is, wandering around the outside walkways looking to see where Tsukishima had skulked off to. The first year had made some excuse about it being "late" and how he "would like to have dinner" but that was a pretty sucky reason not to block his spikes for another hour, so Bokuto didn't really believe it.

"Oi! Tsukki!" Bokuto calls into the evening air, sounding more than a little like a fledgling that's fallen prematurely out of the nest. "Come back and block the ball more! I'm not tired yet!"

(Akaashi had said something about Bokuto needing to apologize to Tsukishima but honestly the Fukurodani captain hadn't understood that part either.)

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Bokuto lapping at him like that is just a little on the wrong side of "too much". He's sensitive after coming that hard, and yet the bordering-on-unbearable rawness of it combined with Bokuto's nails digging hard into his skin is pleasant, almost. He whimpers weakly and wiggles his hips in a way that doesn't make it clear whether he's trying to get away from Bokuto's mouth or push himself closer, again, but before he can decide whether he actually likes the sensation or not, Bokuto is pulling away.

Tsukishima is panting to get his breath back. He can feel sweat beading at his forehead. He doesn't even want to think about what his face must look like right now. He probably looks a mess. He definitely feels like it.

Bokuto's question goes unanswered. Tsukishima isn't going to admit that Bokuto is almost right, nor that the handful of underwhelming, barely-worth-the-effort orgasms he's managed to give himself pale in comparison to this. The owl's ego is probably big enough already without the extra praise.

He looks at Bokuto. The other boy looks proud of himself, which was to be expected, but he also looks... satisfied, like he'd gotten off right along with Tsukishima even though that was very much not the case.

Speaking of, Tsukishima should probably offer to return the favor, shouldn't he. He's not sure he wants to go to that effort, at least not right now. Maybe once he's mastered the art of half-leaning against a piece of furniture without his legs shaking.

"W-wow, Bokuto-san. L-looks like your m-mouth is good for something after all~"

Amazing. With how blissed-out and breathless he sounds, that came out more praising than derisive, didn't it? He should have kept his smart mouth shut for once.

Edited 2016-03-06 17:34 (UTC)

The smug grin Bokuto offers in response is positively impish, nose and eyes scrunched up like a schoolchild who's just gotten away with something nasty. Which, Bokuto supposes, he has. Bird he might be, but he's feeling like the cat who got the cream right now.

He swipes his tongue over his lips again, flashing Tsukki another devious smile as he starts picking himself up off his knees. What a stroke of luck that he still had on his kneepads from practice.

"You're a real smartass, aren'tcha," he says, mainly for the sake of filling air, no bite behind his words at all. If anything, he sounds a little fond.

He's still standing in Tsukishima's personal space, between his spread legs so that the first year's crotch is practically brushing against his own, slick and swollen and burning against the fabric of his shorts. Which, Bokuto has to admit, are pretty damp in their own right. He runs his hands over the backs of Tsukki's thighs, nails no longer dragging into the skin, instead trying to create a little friction between their groins.

"Want a taste? You taste pretty good." He fully expects Tsukishima to say no, kissing after oral usually grosses people out the first time, but at the very least he's gotta tease a little. "Or do ya wanna--?"

Bokuto's not actually sure of the technical term for what he's suggesting, with the little roll of his hips. All he knows is it feels great, rubbing against another bird. Especially when they're both swollen up and wet like this~

Tsukishima is still languid - his entire body limp, a far cry from how tense and wound up he was before. His relaxed state is underpinned by a renewed, pronounced sense of want, though, even given how he's still a little sensitive from his first orgasm; his cunt and inner thighs still drenched in come. And it's all because of Bokuto - Bokuto brushing up against him like this and refusing to leave his space. It doesn't help that he can kind of smell his own scent on the other boy's breath.

"If you want to kiss me, just kiss me." His voice is more level, now, deadpan, but not without a hint of flirtatiousness. "You don't have to make up all of this coy nonsense about how I taste good or whatever. Everyone knows that come tastes bad."

(Not like Bokuto was actually trying to be considerate by asking, or that Tsukki knows better about this sort of thing than Bokuto does...)

He slides his hands up Bokuto's back, insinuating his fingers under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his muscles and pulling him a little closer when Bokuto rolls his hips. Bokuto's shorts rub against his nakedness, making his breath hitch, but he also feels a hint of the dampness and warmth underneath and he's suddenly curious. It's not like he's ever touched another bird like this before. He kind of wants to put his hands down Bokuto's pants, but the third year seems to be suggesting something else?

"What? Do I want to do what?" He pushes Bokuto's shirt up further. "Whatever it is, take your shirt off first. It's not fair that I'm the only one standing here half-naked."

"You're not standing at all, smarty-pants," Bokuto sasses back, not even trying to conceal his brattiness. He's already complying anyway, tugging his T-shirt and undershirt free and allowing them to drop unceremoniously to the dust-covered floor.

"And I'm not making it up," he adds, hands returning to Tsukishima's ass to squeeze their hips together again. It's so, so nice, that bit of friction where the fabric of his shorts cut in and Tsukki's warm juices flooding over everything. If he could get just a slightly better angle to rub his slit against him-- "You taste great. Here."

Eyes falling shut on a whim, he sweeps his lips over Tsukishima's and gathers him into a kiss, wasting no time in plunging his tongue into the other's mouth. The first year might not taste appetizing by like, conventional standards, but he's still much nicer in flavor than most of the come Bokuto's tasted. Lighter, milder, even faintly sweet. Must be the fruit in the kid's diet.

He swirls his tongue around, lapping at Tsukki's own tongue. He wonders if the workbench has room for two, and if it can take their combined weight. Otherwise, Bokuto thinks he saw a stack of insulation blankets folded up in the corner. They're bound to be a bit dirty and uncomfortable, but hey, better than fucking on the floorboards, right?

There. Now he can run his hands over Bokuto's back unimpeded. He doesn't imagine it's as good as touching his thighs, but - considering Bokuto actually wants to continue this - maybe he'll get to do that later?

He'd respond to Bokuto's comments, but having a mouth full of Bokuto's tongue is making that kind of difficult. Good for him, probably, since in this state the best thing he can come up with is "I'm not wearing pants either, dumbass" which is less of a comeback and more just digging himself deeper.

He meets Bokuto's tongue with his own as best he can when Bokuto seems determined to do a replay of what he'd just finished, except with Tsukishima's mouth, instead. He shifts his hips against Bokuto's, swallowing a groan. The friction is starting to feel less overwhelming now and more straight-up delicious.

Tsukishima's movement nudges the counter and sends something on it teetering over with a crash. Tsukishima startles, breaking the kiss; it's surprising they hadn't knocked more over by now, honestly.

His mouth comes away covered in their mingled spit and his own fluids from the kiss. He licks his lips, pulling a face. Not a bad taste, but not particularly nice, either. Maybe Bokuto really does like it, though. Weirdo.

The weight of Bokuto's body and the pressure of his hips, as wonderful as it is, is also shoving Tsukishima's ass against the counter's edge, which is quite a bit less wonderful. He's all for Bokuto's apparent plan of staining his shorts with Tsukishima's come as quickly as possible, but perhaps there's a better place for it--

"Can we move? This is getting uncomfortable."

He looks around, missing the blankets given his position and crappy night vision, and frowns.

"Do you see anywhere. Not the floor," he adds, in case Bokuto was thinking of suggesting that. Like fuck was he doing this on a dirty floor.

Edited 2016-04-06 05:37 (UTC)

"Oh, yeah, you're still blind as a bat there, aren't you," says Bokuto, breaking the contact of their hips for a moment. 'As a bat' probably wasn't fair or accurate, but this didn't stop him from giving Tsukishima a jovial pat on the shoulder as he unstuck himself from between the first year's legs.

"There's some blankets over here. Kinda dirty, but..." He squinted his eyes against the clouds of dust that sprang up as he shook the top one out. Well, no rats or spiders, so it was fine, right? He laid a few of them down, ignoring the little wobble in his knees and the way the fabric of his shorts ground into his slit with a reminder of unfinished business. God, if he could just rub himself off against Tsukki's milky legs a couple times -- or something more than that -- "Here. Take my hand."

The floor between the makeshift bedding and the workbench was a bit precarious, after all, what with all the stuff they've knocked over since coming in here. He extended the arm out to Tsukishima, palm up, without glancing back. He kind of didn't want to see the blond again until he was spread out beneath him, if he could manage that.

Behind Bokuto, Tsukishima rolls his eyes. "As a bat", indeed. He can't be bothered to correct him, though, so he just watches the third year arrange the blankets on the floor, more than content to let him do all the work.

"That sounds acceptable."

His face is still drawn up in a frown. This is heading from spur-of-the-moment-hookup-he-could-blame-on-Bokuto towards something more purposeful.

It occurs to him that he could just leave. Bokuto's already gotten him off, anyway - but, no, he isn't that much of a dick.

...Okay, fine, he is, but he does really want to go again, and he's still curious about being with Bokuto in a more... reciprocal manner. Besides, he's beginning to think he might have been a little harsh on him earlier. Bokuto might be a birdbrain, but aside from calling Tsukishima dumb names and messing with him the way a grade-schooler would, he doesn't seem like he would be willfully malicious.

You can learn a lot about a person after letting them eat you out, it turns out.

So he takes Bokuto's hand and picks his way over the debris littering the floor. Unfortunately, he ruins Bokuto's plan by sitting down on the blankets, his legs shut. He looks up at Bokuto, drinking in what he can see of Bokuto's shoulders and chest in the dimness, wanting to get his hands on him again.

"So are you coming, or not?"

He reaches a hand up to pull Bokuto down with him.

He drops down onto the mound of blankets with one knee instead, grateful again that he's left his kneepads on since it sure is way less padding than he even expected. The fabric feels scratchy against his shin too. How could Tsukishima just go and lie down buck-naked on this?

On a whim, Bokuto reaches over and grabs his discarded T-shirt, draping it over the patch of blanket behind Tsukishima before graciously accepting the younger man's hand, true gent that he is.

"That depends on you, yeah?" Bokuto asks, not knowing when to stop grinning like an idiot. Not like Tsukki could even see him clearly. "Sex should be about your partner! You remember that from sex ed, doncha?"

Although, truth be told, Bokuto isn't too concerned with Tsukishima being skilled enough to get him off. He is a virgin, or was a few minutes ago anyway. Bokuto's pretty confident that he can get off on his own with a bit of friction, but it's not a bad idea to seed the notion into the blond's head that this is technically a reciprocal activity.

"I'm surprised that you remember that, Bokuto-san," Tsukishima says, unable to resist getting a weak dig in even though Bokuto has definitely been behaving according to that statement throughout this entire encounter. A fact that's accentuated by Bokuto graciously providing him with some extra padding in the form of his shirt. He's not sure how much it'll actually help, but it is a nice gesture.

"...Thanks."

The scratchiness of the blanket against his ass is kind of annoying, but he's been too distracted by everything else that's happening to really notice: namely, how Bokuto is now looming over him, grinning down at him like he's a particularly delicious snack.

A little at a loss as to what to do next, he pulls Bokuto into another clumsy kiss. He's more comfortable with the act now than when they first started, but it still seems laughably chaste compared to what they were doing just a few minutes ago. He discreetly pushes his other hand up Bokuto's shorts, feeling the back of his thigh and gently nudging him closer, trying to get him to kneel down properly and get between Tsukishima's legs a little, maybe.

Bokuto hoots appreciatively, perhaps not the most charming noise to make under the circumstances, but it's hard not to get noisy over the blond's enthusiasm. He's a quick study with kissing too, not that Bokuto is in a position to score anyone there -- but whatever, he licks and nibbles and Tsukki gives him back plenty of the same, so that makes him an expert in Bokuto's book.

He likes that hand groping at his ass, too. Bokuto climbs closer, one knee insinuating itself between Tsukishima's thighs while he hooks a hand around the other's hip, urging him to wiggle back onto the provided T-shirt before he starts the whole lying back thing.

His own ass is gonna itch like hell once he gets them into the position he's thinking of, but he'll figure that out in a second. Right now, Bokuto breaks the kiss with another wicked grin, and asks:

"So, you know what scissoring is?"

He's kind of hoping Tsukki doesn't. That would be a wild one to explain to him.

He shuffles back onto the T-shirt, not lying down just yet but taking his hands off of Bokuto so he can lean back on them. He's irritated with himself for how much he wants Bokuto to just close the distance between them already so he can grind up against his knee - the entire point of all this messing around with questionable blankets is so that they can do something more involved than what they were doing earlier. Of course he can be be patient and wait for just a few more minutes to see what the owl boy has planned.

At his next words, though, Tsukishima can't hold back a snicker.

"Yes, I know what that is. Are you proposing that we do that? It sounds like you've been watching too many porn videos, Bokuto-san."

Because clearly this must just be like wall-fucking or having sex in odd gymnastic positions - it's supposed to sound hot but nobody actually does it. Right?

People did so scissor outside of porn! Bokuto's done it plenty of times! At least twice!!

"At least videos aren't all I've got to work from," Bokuto counters, aware it sounds a lot less clever once it's out of his mouth. "C'mere, don't knock it till you try it, all right?"

Easily said, but Bokuto's can't actually negotiate their respective limbs into position without Tsukishima's cooperation here. Fortunately, Bokuto finds his thighs can be very persuasive. He snakes an arm around Tsukki's waist and half-lifts him, sliding one leg beneath his bare ass and folding the other leg over his hip, so that he's in some kind of half-octopus hold, very nearly bumping groins together.

"Try lying back on yer side for me," he urges, because that almost-contact is enough to get him antsy again, thighs squeezing around Tsukki's hip to try to pull their bodies closer together.

He purses his lips into a thin line - again, while he doesn't think virginity really matters, he kind of wishes Bokuto wouldn't keep reminding him that he doesn't actually know what he's doing. Whatever complaint he might have uttered dies on his lips when Bokuto manhandles him, though - getting squeezed between Bokuto's thighs is a pretty good reminder of what other, probably more enjoyable activities he could be doing other than complaining.

"L-like this?"

He turns so that he's lying on his side, still propped up on one elbow, trying to give himself a bit of leverage to move around. Noticing what Bokuto's attempting to do, he awkwardly shimmies forward to further close the distance between them - and can't hold back a gasp, and then a moan, when he feels Bokuto's skin brush against him, still sensitive from before.

Bokuto can't resist a little coo of satisfaction of his own, when their outer folds first brush. Nice, that's so nice, he's so puffy and wet and sensitive right now and Tsukishima looks like he is too. If only Tsukki could appreciate how red he looks. Next time Bokuto should really take a picture. Oh, but the flash would ruin both their night vision...

He shakes himself off that train of thought before he can derail further. Right now, he's got a cute first year's legs squirming to either side of his pelvis, and if Bokuto lifts his hips a bit and grinds into him just right--

"Ahh..."

Bokuto's face splits into a wide grin, the easy warmth spreading through his cunt as even that little bit of friction sends pleasure coursing through his midsection. They might need a hand between them to really get enough friction, but for now-- he grinds again, really sliding his folds against Tsukki's amidst all the slick, nasty squelching noises that would surely turn the blond's ears red, if they aren't already.

"Yeah. Like that."

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