Asahi sits up suddenly, pulling Nishinoya up with him until he's straddling his lap, without breaking their kiss. Nishinoya's hands immediately go to Asahi's hair, pulling the elastic from it and tangling fingers in the long hair. Asahi's hands are on Nishinoya's backside, kneading and groping it through Nishinoya's jeans. Their tongues slide together briefly, and there's a loud moan. Neither is really sure whom it came from, but Asahi's chest is rumbling and Nishinoya is feeling desperate for more.