He takes a steadying breath and removes his hands from his face. It’s not as if he’s never been hard before, on the contrary it’s been happening a lot the last couple of months. Especially since he got together with Nishinoya.
Absentmindedly staring up at the ceiling he remembers two nights ago when Noya spent the night. He remembers the libero curled up next to him, breathing softly against his neck, and smiles. Then he thinks about how his boyfriend had climbed atop of him to kiss him. Noya’s lips had been hot and insistent, and he’d ground his hips into Asahi’s impatiently.
”Mhhn,” Asahi groans before flushing brightly and letting out a squeak. His hand has somehow ended up in his boxers and is lazily running along his length.
Untangling himself from the sheets and his hand from his underwear Asahi gets out of bed. He glances at his clock and sighs. There is no chance of getting rid of his…problem. He has to hurry to get in time for his first class.