“Ah, doesn’t that feel better?” he grinned, swiping his tongue over the tip of the hardening member before him before hopping to his feet, “Go sit on the couch, Asahi. Get comfy.” Noya winked, lifting the sweatshirt around his waist, “You’ll let me play with you, right? I really missed you, Asahi.”
There was no way in hell he’d say no to Nishinoya.