O and H for Sugawara please! 🙋

I let one lead into the other with these

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

The feeling of hands on her shoulders makes her jump but a second later she’s relaxed into his touch, moaning lightly as he adds pressure to massage away the tension of the day. But he doesn’t stay there long, trailing down the length of her arms before sliding under them to wrap his own around her torso, palms cupping her breasts lightly. A gentle squeeze coupled with the press of his lips against the side of her neck has her head tipping back against his shoulder, the pot of soup before them forgotten on the stove.

Still kissing her, Sugawara releases one breast to quickly flick off the burner then turns her in his arms, both hands sliding into her hair to hold her head steady as he ravishes her mouth.

He moves again, trailing down the length of her spine to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” she gasps as he pulls her closer, lips returning to her neck to press quick pecks and nips against it.

“Can’t help it, I missed you,” he confesses, drawing back to look in her eyes, his own full of heat. “I”m going to touch and kiss every inch of your skin tonight.”

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Together they clumsily make their way to their room, clothes being shed and flung leaving a trail of cotton and lace in their wake. By the time they reach their destination both are short of breath, their longing for each other consuming oxygen at a rapid rate.

“Get on the bed,” Suga rasps, pushing her down. She complies, sliding up towards the headboard as he crawls on hands and knees towards her, his face set in determination. Lowering down, his mouth covers one nipple, sucking gently as one hand softly caresses the other. The sudden change of pace throws her for a moment but Suga doesn’t give her time to consider anything more than the feeling of his lips and hands all over her body.

He wasn’t lying, he really intends to touch and kiss every square inch of her. She writhes beneath him, begging for him to hurry up but he won’t. “Don’t make me tie you up, darling,” he warns and she stills. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy when he goes full dom, but he’s already worked her up so much that to allow him to have that much more control…she just doesn’t have the patience for it tonight.

“Koushi, please, I don’t mind if you want to take your time but…please…please let me come now.”

Her begging is beautiful. On any other night he’d take too much pleasure in torturing her (however sweet his rewards may be) but he wants to make her come just as badly as she wants to obtain release.

“Look at me,” he orders and her eyes find his face. Gently he strokes her outer folds which are already soaked in her own essence. The knowledge he can put her in that state just from his touch and kiss inflates Suga’s ego more than he cares to admit. He watches as her eyes more fully dilate when he pushes one then two fingers into her waiting heat, a breathy sigh emitting from her plump kissed lips. Twisting his wrist allows him to shift his thumb to her clit which he circles, slowly at first. Her hips buck up, body eager for what he’s about to give her.

“Do not take your eyes off me, otherwise I’ll stop,” he warns. She nods, eyes fixed on his face, lips parted to allow deeper breaths. Slowly he begins to pump, curling his fingers to hit that one spot she loves while his thumb continues its rotation of her clit. His breathing matches hers in rapidity, the vision she makes as she’s slowly brought undone making his dick hard enough to pound nails.

Or if not nails, certainly her.

But he continues, rolling, squeezing, pumping, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the woman he loves coming unraveled under the ministration of his hand.

“Koushi, I…oh god, I need-”

Her request is cut off by his lips, he can’t stand to not kiss her any longer. The action breaks their eye contact momentarily but it returns as his face hovers above hers and he pumps faster. He feels the shift of her hips, the clench of her inner walls and the choking gasp she releases when she’s getting close. He’s not tried this before and wonders at why it took him this long to consider the opportunity of watching her come with no other distractions.

“Are you ready? Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes please, Koushi!”

Eyes never leaving hers he breathes out, “Come for me, darling,” and presses hard against her clit as he curls his fingers just right. He feels her clench tightly before a violent shudder shakes her entire body and she shrieks her release, eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.

Gently he extracts his hand from between her thighs and he moans around his digits as he sucks them clean of her nectar.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too,” he returns, kissing her gently while crawling over her. “Now, how about you help me out with this?” he asks, pushing his cock against her core.

G K for Ushijima?

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

H and B for Kageyama?

Birthday: “Well go on Tobio,” you coo, finger crooking for
him to come closer, “don’t you want to open your birthday present?” The
blue-eyed setter’s adam’s apple bobs, fingers clenching into tight fists.
You’re sprawled out on his bed, covered only by a black silk robe and he’s
fairly sure nothing else. It’s simple yet elegant, something he appreciates;
anything with hooks, clasps or intricate knots would be too much for him to
handle. He may have steady hands on the court but in the bedroom, he’s all
nerves and butterfly filled stomach.

Taking a deep breath, he steps forward, shaking hands
reaching down to loosen the flimsy tie. Two quick flicks of his wrists allow
the fabric to fall away revealing you in all your exposed glory.

He swallows again, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he drinks
you in.

“Tobio,” you sigh, closing your eyes and arching your back,
“if you don’t get naked right now and on top of me I’m going to start without
you.”

He blinks once, twice, then tears his clothes off. Just when
you think he’s going to climb in to join you, he takes a seat on the end of the
bed.

“Show me how to touch you,” he whispers.

Well now, this is a surprise…

Handsy: Kageyama feels a tingle at the very tips of his
fingers which turns into a full blown electric current burning against his skin
as he looks at you. The day is a hot one, so you’d decided the perfect place
for you and your setter boyfriend would be the beach. Only now, Kageyama is regretting
his decision to agree with you. It’s not that he isn’t enjoying the view
because you look stunning in your bathing suit. It’s that he’s not sure how
long he can keep his hands off you and given that you’re in a very public and
crowded area his arousal is morphing into frustration.

“Come on Tobio,” you chirp, extending a hand behind you, “let’s
go in the water, it’s too hot to lay on the sand!”

Shucking his shirt, he clasps your digits with his own, the
two of you sprinting into the water.

“Awwww, that feels much better!” you exclaim, dunking under
a mid-sized wave. The swells aren’t large here, just enough to provide
entertainment in the form of splashing about or bogey boarding if one were so
inclined.

Turning around, you swallow thickly. Tobio looks…perturbed. “Sweetie,
what’s wrong?” you ask with furrowed brows.

Without a word, Kageyama hefts you into his arms, carrying
you past the wave break. Being taller than you he’s able to still stand in the
mostly still deep water but you’re clinging to him desperately.

“What’re you doing? You know I don’t like going out too far!”
you squeal.

He seals your lips with his own, wrapping your legs tighter around
his waist. Pulling back, he rasps, “Now I can touch you all I want.”