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Asahi just barely wakes up at the insistent movement against his front, too tired to really make an effort at consciousness. Their night had been long, Suga too keyed up to sleep until Asahi had fucked him until he couldn’t remember his own name, whining and panting for more even after coming twice. Asahi had finally gotten him to agree to sleep, after another round, and Suga had pouted but finished with a scream before burying his face in Asahi’s chest and drifting off. It hadn’t taken Asahi much longer to fall asleep, too worn out to even worry about the mess they’d made.
Now it’s Suga grinding against him just the tiniest bit, rolling his hips in a familiar way, panting softly against Asahi’s collarbone. Asahi slits his eyes open enough just to see that it’s only been a few hours since they’d gone to sleep, the room still the dark haze of almost sunrise. He tries not to move too much as he glances down to see if Suga’s doing what Asahi thinks he is, only to find that yes, he’s doing exactly what Asahi had suspected.
The leg that Suga has thrown over Asahi’s hip trembles as he works his fingers in himself, and Asahi can feel how hard he is pressed up together like they are. He’s still so tired, but he can’t stay asleep with Suga so worked up and wanting in front of him. He slides one hand down Suga’s back, squeezing the handful of asscheek he gets when he stops. Suga gasps and pulls away a little, blinking sleepily up at Asahi, cheeks pink. He whines a little, and Asahi knows what he wants, can tell by the way he stops moving and uses his still wet hand to stroke at Asahi’s fully hard dick.
Asahi lifts Suga’s chin, kisses him soft and sweet and slow, finally pulling away only to nudge him into rolling over. It’s easy, after that, to slide in until he bottoms out. Suga whines when Asahi twitches his hips, nudging the head of his dick into Suga’s prostate, and then he whines louder when Asahi stays there, leaning his face against Suga’s and yawning. “Aren’t you still tired, Koushi?”
Suga tries to wiggle, only stills when Asahi squeezes at his hip. “Yeah, but I needed you again.”
Asahi hums, rubbing his nose against Suga’s skin. “You had another dream, didn’t you?”
“Uh huh. Will you fuck me now, Asahi? Please? We can go back to sleep after, I promise.”
“Promise, huh.”
Suga pants a ‘yes’ as Asahi starts to move again, pulling out and thrusting back in slowly. He’s definitely too worn out to give it to Suga like he wants, but then again Suga isn’t really complaining either, panting and moaning Asahi’s name. Asahi brushes gentle kisses to the back of Suga’s shoulder as he reaches a hand around to circle Suga’s dick, hot and hard where their skin touches.
He keeps an easy rhythm but it still doesn’t take long until Suga is trembling in his hold, nails digging into Asahi’s forearm, his face buried in the pillow as he tries not to wake the rest of the house with his noise. Suga squeezing around him as he shudders through his orgasm is enough to send Asahi over the edge too, and he stills and comes hard as he scrapes his teeth against Suga’s shoulder. He knows if he bites then Suga will scream, and then everyone will be awake, and all he wants now is to fall back asleep with Suga in his arms.
It seems like Suga agrees with that idea, because when Asahi makes to pull away he squeezes his arm and hums, a pleading little noise begging him not to move. Asahi sighs and tucks his nose into Suga’s hair, listening to his breath even out, until he’s lulled back to sleep, sticky and sated.