Asahi couldn’t help but let his mind wander at the thought of a small, solid body rolling around on the couch, wrapped up in an oversized sweatshirt, panting Asahi’s name as he stretched himself with one finger, then two, then-
“Asahi.”
The taller man came out of his daydream, his attention on his lover who was now kneeling to undo his slacks. Flustered, he made to grab Noya’s hand, but the energetic man already had a hold on his boxers, sliding both his pants and underwear down to his ankles.