Tonight was tender and quiet, not loud and fervent—those moments belonged in a different time, where Nishinoya was content to simply bask in Asahi’s presence.
“Did you ever wonder if this would happen?” Nishinoya asked abruptly, before the sentence had even formed in his head.
“What?” Asahi sighed as Nishinoya’s face settled into the crook of his broad neck, hands resting on the lean muscle of his chest. “This?” The alpha’s hand was a protective brand on his stomach.
“No, I mean—”
A beat of silence, then an inquisitive nuzzle. “Noya?”
“I meant us. Everything.”
Nishinoya could feel a taught line of tension holding Asahi’s body still. He looked up, nose bumping Asahi’s stubbled chin. Nishinoya whispered his name questioningly, suddenly worried that he’d said the wrong thing, that he’d unknowingly driven a wedge between them.
“Do yo-you not w-want—” Asahi’s speech was shaking with anxiety, more unsure than he’d sounded in a long time. He was already pulling back, fingers trembling on Nishinoya’s skin.
“Asahi, no, no,” Nishinoya rushed to clarify, holding steadfast onto his alpha. “I didn’t mean it like that, I would never mean it like that. I want our pup more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, I want this, I want you.”