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Atsumu had never really seen Kiyoomi smile. Every smile he had seen had been razor sharp, with some ill intent behind it. For a prince Kiyoomi didn’t have the charisma that was usually expected. He had a genius level of intelligence and a goddess level of beauty, but kindness? That was something he lacked.
His tight tunics were always laced up, covering every inch of his skin up to his neck, his cloaks were dark around his shoulders and so were his eyes. Atsumu couldn’t help the obsession, the first time he had seen Kiyoomi he had wanted to rip apart that indifferent expression, rip apart those tight, tight clothes that covered every inch of him. Kiyoomi had so, so many secrets. Atsumu wanted to know all of them.
He wasn’t the only one. Kiyoomi’s guards, Kiyoomi’s soldiers, Kiyoomi’s people, it seemed they all had gossip about him. The soldiers were always betting who would get to fuck him first. Because as far as anyone knew, Kiyoomi was a virgin. Too frigid and detached to ever take anyone to bed. It drove Atsumu crazy to think about that body, untouched and perfect.
They weren’t really friends, in the way that Kiyoomi wasn’t really friends with anyone at all, but Atsumu had become the closest thing to it somehow. For Atsumu he couldn’t help but want Kiyoomi, want to know everything, even though Kiyoomi never really let him in. Kiyoomi trusted him more than the others though, more than anyone else in his court. Atsumu was only a grunt soldier, so everyone was shocked that Kiyoomi even gave him a second glance. But he did, after months and months of coldness and distance, Kiyoomi finally spared Atsumu a second thought. And then somehow they fell together, quietly, and no one understood their ‘friendship’ even Atsumu didn’t know why Kiyoomi kept tolerating his presence around him. But he wasn’t complaining, he would take every moment with Kiyoomi he could get.
Today they were going to the stables. It had taken Atsumu four months to find out that Kiyoomi even liked horses or that he rode them. Kiyoomi’s horse was a huge black Friesian, dark and beautiful. Kiyoomi and his horse were a perfect pair, the dark prince and his dark steed. Atsumu could see how much Kiyoomi loved his horse, even though he never said so. He acted as unfeeling and detached about the horse as he did with anything else, but Atsumu saw the way his shoulders relaxed and his eyes softened once he was in the stables, once he was riding.
After months of trying, Kiyoomi finally let Atsumu join him for ride, claiming that the only other way to get rid of Atsumu was to stab him, and he didn’t feel like getting blood on his fancy tunic that day. Atsumu grinned at the memory as he trailed after Kiyoomi towards the stables, feeling not much different than a puppy following its master.
“Where are we riding today Omi?” Atsumu asked as he caught up to Kiyoomi’s long strides into the stables.
Kiyoomi didn’t turn, barely acknowledged Atsumu’s existence as he opened the door to his horses stall, leading the black beauty into the hall to get tacked up by the awaiting stable boy who had blushed and cowered when he saw Kiyoomi near him. Atsumu snorted at the obvious admiration and fear in the young boy’s eyes, his soft blond curls swishing as he bowed to Kiyoomi and took his horse to be tacked up without a word. Since Atsumu was so far below Kiyoomi in rank, he tacked up his own horse, Kiyoomi had never offered the use of his stable boy and Atsumu had never asked.
“We will go to the stream through the woods,” Kiyoomi said, almost talking to himself, as he followed after the stable boy, leaving Atsumu to tend to his own horse.
Atsumu bit back his grin as he began tacking up his soft grey gelding, the horse calm under his hands. That was the first time Kiyoomi had ever answered one of his questions.
Because most of their time together was spent silently. Kiyoomi never really talked to Atsumu. It was either silence or Atsumu blabbering on while Kiyoomi listening silently, only responding sometimes, with a cold voice and a short answer, never revealing anything about himself.
People probably thought Atsumu was crazy for tolerating this one sided friendship, but it wasn’t truly one sided, not in the ways that counted. Atsumu saw how attentively Kiyoomi listened to everything he said, and he knew he was the only one Kiyoomi had ever let this close to him. He felt honored that he had somehow gotten this close to Kiyoomi at all, but he couldn’t help but wanting more.
When Atsumu finished up tacking up his horse, (he had named him Cirrus) (because he always caught Kiyoomi looking up at the clouds) (yes he named his horse after his crush it’s not embarrassing at all) he brought Cirrus over to where Kiyoomi was waiting outside the stables, already mounted on his horse, looking princely and perfect.
“Hurry up,” Kiyoomi said sharply as he looked down at Atsumu while he walked his horse up beside Kiyoomi.
His tone sounded rude but Atsumu heard the nervousness underneath Kiyoomi’s voice. What was he nervous about? Atsumu ignored the thought, smiling easily at Kiyoomi and mounting his horse, “I’m ready Omi, don’t get yer panties in a twist.”
“I don’t wear panties,” Kiyoomi said matter of factly, not understanding the joke at all.
Atsumu snorted and shook his head, grinning widely. How was he so fucking cute?
-
After a half hour of riding in silence they reached the stream Kiyoomi often went to on trail rides, Atsumu could tell Kiyoomi loved this secret place above all others, and he knew he was the only person Kiyoomi had ever showed it to. He remembered how tense Kiyoomi was the first time he brought him here, uncomfortable with taking an outsider into his safe space, but eventually Kiyoomi had gotten used to it, now it was where they went on almost every trail ride Kiyoomi invited him to.
‘Invited’ was a strong word though. Every time Kiyoomi wanted Atsumu to join him on a ride he would abruptly interrupt whatever Atsumu was doing at that moment, state that he was going for a ride and then leave, beelining for the stables before Atsumu could ever reply. Atsumu followed him there every single time.
“The water looks beautiful today,” Atsumu stated as Kiyoomi walked his horse to the edge of the water, dismounting while he let his horse drink.
Kiyoomi hummed in response as Atsumu followed his lead, both of them standing by the running stream with their horses. The water really was beautiful, the sunlight through the trees filtering in, making the water sparkly and bright. Atsumu couldn’t help but think the scene was romantic, he just wished Kiyoomi would talk to him.
Atsumu was about to open his mouth to speak when Kiyoomi beat him to it, “There is a gathering for my court tonight, a party if you will.”
Atsumu blinked in surprise, “Yer court has parties all the time.”
“Yes,” Kiyoomi said, his voice careful, “My father claims I am required to go to this one. He says I need to be more social. I usually opt to stay in my rooms.”
Atsumu blinked again. This was the most Kiyoomi had ever spoken to him, “You’ve never been to a party before?”
Kiyoomi scowled, “Of course I have, I am a prince.”
Atsumu rolled his eyes at Kiyoomi’s tone, “Okay, so what’s so bad about a party? I love parties.”
Kiyoomi swallowed, looking more uncomfortable than Atsumu had ever seen him, “I would like you to attend. If you are able.”
Atsumu felt his jaw drop in shock, “Ya want me to go to a party with you?”
Kiyoomi glared at him, his eyes cold as ice, “Close your mouth. And do not mock me. If you do not wish to go with me please just say that.”
Atsumu shook his head quickly, “No, no I want to! I’m sorry Omi i’m just kinda surprised.”
Kiyoomi squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing a finger against his temple, “It is tonight.”
“Oh! That’s fine! We can go tonight, that’s great!” Atsumu said breathlessly.
Kiyoomi looked at Atsumu, vulnerability showing through in his eyes for the very first time Atsumu had seen, “I- I do not wish to go alone.”
Atsumu swallowed, trying to hold back the emotion those words brought on, “You won’t be alone. I’ll be with you.”
Kiyoomi looked away at the words, rubbing his horses leg absentmindedly, “I am not good with people.”
Atsumu couldn’t help but smile at the words, “I know that.”
Kiyoomi looked towards him, his dark eyes piercing, “Then why do you stay with me?”
Atsumu shrugged, trying to look casual, “Because I like yer company, yer a good listener.”
“I-,” Kiyoomi looked away, “I will see you tonight then,” he said, getting up and mounting his horse before Atsumu could respond. Kiyoomi was already almost back to the stables before Atsumu even got onto his horse.
-
Atsumu was nervous. A party. Tonight. With Kiyoomi and his court. Of course Atsumu had been to parties at the castle before and they had actually been very fun. Alcohol was readily available and him and the other soldiers got up to lots of fun meeting princesses and noblemen and doing things that were best left secret. But tonight would be different. Because tonight he would be with Kiyoomi. Crown Prince Kiyoomi, who never, ever attended parties. It was unfathomable that Kiyoomi had even asked him to go. Even though Atsumu was the person closest to Kiyoomi he never would have dreamed Kiyoomi would want him by his side like that. It made Atsumu feel nervous and jittery at the thought. Kiyoomi had been different today. Talking and showing vulnerability Atsumu had never seen from him before. It was disconcerting, it made Atsumu happy of course, because it meant that Kiyoomi felt safe with Atsumu, that he trusted Atsumu, but it was also so out of the ordinary for them that Atsumu couldn’t help but feel shocked. There was so much about Kiyoomi he didn’t even know yet. He hoped he would learn a little bit more tonight.
“I’m here ta see the prince,” Atsumu said to the guards posted outside Kiyoomi’s private wing.
The guards gave each other a look and then opened the door for Atsumu, pointing him towards the sitting room where Kiyoomi was.
Atsumu’s breath caught once he saw him. Kiyoomi was a vision in red and black velvet, his black tunic was skin tight, accentuating his small waist, his black pants just as tight to match. Red detailing was all over, making embroidered patterns across kiyoomi’s shoulders and arms, and then there was the blood red cloak Kiyoomi had swung over his shoulder, completing the look and making Kiyoomi look like a dark prince that had stepped out of a fantasy novel. Atsumu couldn’t stop staring.
Kiyoomi turned toward him from where he had been gazing out the window, the sun setting in pinks and golds behind him, “You’re here,” he said, slight surprise laced in his tone.
Atsumu swallowed his nervousness and took a step towards Kiyoomi, feeling shabby in his threadbare navy tunic and grey pants, “Ya look gorgeous Omi,” Atsumu said, he couldn’t help but say it aloud, he had never seen Kiyoomi look so otherworldly before.
Atsumu saw the moment Kiyoomi processed the words. He froze, his eyes widening the slightest bit and his cheeks flushing a beautiful pink. Kiyoomi turned back towards the window before Atsumu could see anymore of his expression.
“Father says the party has already begun. He expects me to be there soon or he will take away Aslan.”
Atsumu cocked his head to the side in question, “Who’s Aslan?”
Kiyoomi blinked, “My horse.”
Atsumu’s heart flared in excitement at the new information about Kiyoomi’s life, he wanted to ask more, know more. Kiyoomi seemed more open today than he ever had been before.
“Let us go to the main hall,” Kiyoomi said briskly, dismissing Atsumu’s shocked look as he strided past Atsumu without a second glance. Atsumu followed quickly, stumbling slightly as he tried to catch up with Kiyoomi.
When they got downstairs the hall was filled with people, all dressed to the nines, talking dancing and drinking. Atsumu saw the king and queen sitting at their thrones watching over the crowd. Those were Kiyoomi’s parents. Kiyoomi would sit on that throne someday, a queen or king by his side. Atsumu swallowed and followed as Kiyoomi walked the towards the drinks.
“I didn’t know you drank,” Atsumu said as Kiyoomi poured a dark liquid into a pair of glasses, passing one to Atsumu and keeping one for himself.
“I do not. But I would like to survive this night. And I have heard alcohol is supposed to help with that sort of thing,” Kiyoomi said as he looked over the people surrounding him. There were many eyes on him, people unused to seeing their Prince in public, at a party.
Atsumu snorted and took a sip of his drink, watching as Kiyoomi swallowed his whole glass in one go. Atsumu gaped at Kiyoomi but that quickly morphed to a laugh when Kiyoomi started gagging and coughing. Kiyoomi turned towards the wall as he coughed so that no one would see him but Atsumu could see his shoulders shake.
“Omi ya can’t just do that! You’ll get drunk!” Atsumu said in between his laughing.
Kiyoomi turned around, his coughs subsided, “How do you drink this so often? It’s horrific.”
“How do ya know I drink?”
Kiyoomi looked away, staring towards some unseen place across the room, “I see you with your friends sometimes,” Kiyoomi said quietly, Atsumu could barely hear him over the noises of the people around them.
“Ya watch me?”
“No. I just… see.”
Atsumu knew that was the most bullshit answer he’d ever heard, but he ignored it. Kiyoomi watched him. Kiyoomi paid attention. Kiyoomi cared. All these revelations happening at once made Atsumu feel dizzy with want. More. More. More. He wanted more.
-
“Take me to my rooms,” Kiyoomi said only an hour later, his voice sharp, his body tight with tension.
“Are ya okay?” Atsumu asked, Kiyoomi had been quiet the hour, drinking slowly and people watching, Atsumu standing quietly beside him. He only left once to speak to his parents before he was back by Atsumu’s side.
“Now,” Kiyoomi said, his voice firm and cold.
Atsumu was shocked by Kiyoomi’s harshness but took it in stride, walking Kiyoomi to his rooms, the halls quiet and empty around them.
Once they arrived in Kiyoomi’s bedroom Atsumu shut the door and turned around to see Kiyoomi sit on his gigantic bed, his shoulders tight, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles were white.
“Are ya sure yer alright?” Atsumu asked cautiously, he had never seen Kiyoomi so tense.
Kiyoomi swallowed, Atsumu saw his throat move as he did, “Leave.”
Atsumu narrowed his eyes, “No.”
Kiyoomi’s head whipped to Atsumu at that, his eyes going wide with shock, “What did you just say?” Kiyoomi’s voice was dripping with venom.
“I said no. I’m not leaving ya when yer obviously not okay,” Atsumu said defiantly.
Kiyoomi stared at him for a long moment before his body visible relaxed, Kiyoomi unclenched his fists slowly, as if in defeat.
“I cannot- I cannot defend against this any longer.”
“What? What’s that supposed to mean? Defend against what?”
“You,” Kiyoomi said, his voice breathless with fear.
Atsumu swallowed at the implication in Kiyoomi’s words, he sat next to him on the bed, keeping a healthy distance between them, “Don’t then.”
“Don’t defend, don’t think Kiyoomi. I’m right here. It’s just you and me in here Omi. No one else.”
Atsumu saw Kiyoomi tense back up at the words, he felt the bed shift with Kiyoomi’s physical discomfort, “I cannot.”
“Why? Because i’m a soldier and you’re a prince?” Atsumu asked, he couldn’t help the anger in his voice.
“You truly think me that shallow?” Kiyoomi asked. Atsumu saw the hurt flash in and out of his eyes before it was replaced with cold indifference.
Atsumu swallowed his shame. He knew Kiyoomi would never be that shallow, “No. I don’t. I just don’t get ya Omi. I don’t understand.”
“Nor do I,” Kiyoomi said, his voice finally softer as he traced a lace pattern on his thigh with an elegant finger.
“Let me in Kiyoomi. Why won’t you let me in?” Atsumu asked, the question had been burning up in him for months. He couldn’t hold it back in any longer.
“I cannot.”
Atsumu felt like shattering something with this frustration boiling inside him, “Liar,” he hissed, “Yer just a coward.”
Kiyoomi blinked at Atsumu’s words, “You have taken all my armor. I am defenseless. Please, leave. Throwing insults will do us no good tonight.”
“Why do you keep talkin like that Omi? I’m not here to fuckin hurt ya, i’m not here to harm ya.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Don’t make me say it ya fucking bastard. I’ve made my feelings clear since the day I met ya. It’s you who treats me like shit!”
Kiyoomi turned away, his long lashes shadowing on his cheeks as he looked to the ground, he looked absolutely beautiful in the candlelight, “You are the the only thing I have been unable to ignore.”
Atsumu froze at the words, waiting for Kiyoomi to continue.
“You are overwhelming to me. I cannot stomach it. I cannot stomach the way you make me feel. I feel as if I could be sick with it. Like it is an addiction I shall never be rid of. Like the pipes my father has. He cannot last half an hour without his pipe. That is how I feel around you. I cannot survive without your presence. I fear this addiction may kill me in the end. You will be unscathed, while I lie dead on the ground. That is what you make me feel. So forgive me if I guard my heart against you. Forgive me if I don’t let you in. I fear if I let you in it may be the last thing I do.”
Atsumu felt paralyzed by Kiyoomi’s words. They washed over him like a wave and there was nothing Atsumu could do but drown in it. It was life, and it was death. Just as Kiyoomi said, feelings so strong they could take away the beats of your heart and the breath of your lungs.
“Kiyoomi,” Atsumu said breathlessly. He had no words. Absolutely none. The entire dictionary had been thrown into the ocean along with his heart.
“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said, his voice soft and small. His dark eyes were soft for once, looking at Atsumu with an innocent kind of fear. Like he wanted Atsumu to save him from this.
“I can’t promise you much Kiyoomi. But I promise ya my heart. I promise I love ya and I care about ya and all I want is to be with ya, every second of every day. If you feared you were alone in yer feelings you’re wrong. Because I feel the same way. Ya drive me crazy Kiyoomi. Yer beautiful and strong and intelligent and i’ve been chasing ya since the day we met. I’ll chase ya til we’re both dirt in the ground if you’ll let me. If you’re scared,i’m scared too okay? It’s not just you whose scared of this.”
“You are scared too?” Kiyoomi asked, sounding like Atsumu being afraid of something was the most unbelievable thing in the world.
“Of course I am Omi. I’m scared that you’ll get bored of me one day, i’m scared i’ll lose ya. I’m scared of yer dad and i’m also scared of spiders. I’m scared of lots of shit actually.”
Kiyoomi bit his lip, holding back the small grin that was making it way to his face, “Spiders are kind creatures.”
Atsumu scoffed playfully, “Of course that’s what ya comment on.”
Kiyoomi’s lips curled upward and he looked up at Atsumu, their eyes meeting in the warm dimness of the room.
“Kiss me,” Kiyoomi said, his voice so quiet Atsumu could barely hear it. But he did hear it. And he did exactly as Kiyoomi said.
When their lips met it was soft, Kiyoomi kept his face very still, letting Atsumu lead this. Atsumu cupped Kiyoomi’s pale cheek, his skin silken soft against Atsumu’s hand. Kiyoomi’s lips were the softest most luxurious thing Atsumu had ever felt. He pressed his lips harder against Kiyoomi’s, deepening the kiss. When Atsumu flicked his tongue against the seam of Kiyoomi’s lips Kiyoomi made a sound and jumped back. Atsumu would be hearing that sound in his head for weeks, a mix between a moan and a whimper, so innocent and afraid that Atsumu couldn’t help but smile.
Kiyoomi’s cheeks were dark red, his lips pink after Atsumu’s kiss, “Why did you do that? With your tongue.”
Atsumu blinked, “I was kissing you.”
“You- you use your tongue for that?”
Atsumu was so shocked by Kiyoomi’s innocence that he let out a laugh, “How innocent are you?” he asked.
Kiyoomi pouted slightly, it was the cutest thing Atsumu had ever seen, “I do know how sex works. I am not a child.”
Atsumu shook his head, still smiling, “I know yer not. I just didn’t realize you’d never done any of this with anyone else.”
“I told you. I am not good with people.”
Atsumu grinned, “C’mere. I wanna show how kissing with tongue works.”
Kiyoomi grimaced at the words but leaned back into Atsumu, letting himself be kissed thoroughly.
The little noises Kiyoomi let out were addicting, the feel of his tongue, his lips, all of it was driving Atsumu fucking crazy. Kiyoomi got more confident slowly, taking the reins a bit by putting a hand in Atsumu’s hair, clutching onto his jacket tightly, but when Atsumu slid a hand to Kiyoomi’s waist, to the buttons of his pants, he froze again.
“You-“ Kiyoomi started as he stared down at where Atsumu’s hands had just been, at the obvious bulge in his pants.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away,” Atsumu said, his voice husky with want.
Kiyoomi shook his head, looking down at the desire evident in his body, “What did you want to do?”
Atsumu swallowed, eyed in between Kiyoomi’s legs, “I want to touch your cock. I want to show how it feels to have someone pleasure you. I want to make you come while i’m inside you.”
Kiyoomi’s jaw dropped at Atsumu’s bluntness. He had never heard him sound so filthy before, “You truly want me that way? Sexually?”
“I want ya in every way I can have ya Omi. Especially sexually.”
“I am a virgin.” Kiyoomi blurred out, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at Atsumu.
Atsumu’s eyes softened, the desire in them banking to a simmer, “I know. I only want to do what yer comfortable with okay? Of course I want all of ya, but only if you want it too.”
“I do. I do Atsumu. I just- will you just touch me for tonight? With your hands? We can do the rest tomorrow.”
“Of course,” Atsumu said as he kissed Kiyoomi softly, he tucked a curl behind Kiyoomi’s ear and kissed the moles on his forehead, “Tell me if you ever want me to stop.”
And then Atsumu was unbuttoning Kiyoomi’s pants, pulling them down to his thighs, exposing Kiyoomi’s long pale cock to the candlelight. Atsumu thought it was beautiful, as silly as it sounded. The veins, the light smattering of hair at the base, the pink tip, Atsumu could have stared forever. But instead he licked his hand and rested it against the hardness of Kiyoomi, Kiyoomi’s cock jumping at the contact. Kiyoomi moaned lightly at that touch. It was nothing, but Kiyoomi reacted like it was everything. No one had ever touched Kiyoomi here. The truth of it made Atsumu crazy. He pumped it slowly, rubbing at the precome at the slit, wishing he could taste it with his tongue. He watched Kiyoomi’s reaction, his facial expressions, to see what he liked. Kiyoomi moaned and whimpered like a virgin and minutes later his legs were shaking, his moans so loud Atsumu knew the guards outside the room could hear them.
“Atsumu, i’m gonna come,” Kiyoomi moaned, his hips canting up, seeking friction.
Atsumu tightened his hold on Kiyoomi’s cock, pumping it faster until Kiyoomi was moaning so loud Atsumu couldn’t hear his own breathing, Kiyoomi’s hips canting up as he came. Long ropes of cum painted Kiyoomi’s abs white. His whole body shaking with orgasm. Kiyoomi was breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling fast as he closed his eyes, as Atsumu let go of Kiyoomi’s cock and wiped his hands against the sheet. It was only as Atsumu looked down at himself that he realized he had come in his pants. Kiyoomi’s pleasure so strong it had created his own. The dark spot in Atsumu’s pants wasn’t concealable, but he didn’t really care. He had just made Kiyoomi come. He was the one who pulled those moans from Kiyoomi. The truth of what had just happened struck him stupid.
Kiyoomi’s orgasm was the most beautiful thing Atsumu had every seen. For a moment he wished he was a painter, not a soldier, only so that he could paint the beauty on Kiyoomi’s face as he lost himself to a pleasure he had never let himself feel before. Never let anyone else see before Atsumu.
Atsumu got a cloth from Kiyoomi’s bathing room and wiped him down, Kiyoomi was already fast asleep, the emotions of the night had exhausted him Atsumu supposed. He looked so beautiful and peaceful lying on the bed that Atsumu couldn’t make himself leave, he just blew out the candles in the room one by one, threw a soft blanket over Kiyoomi, and got into bed next to him, going to sleep as well.
-
When Kiyoomi woke he blinked his eyes open against the buttery sunlight that was shining through the windows. It was late morning by now he guessed. Kiyoomi glanced over beside him and almost flinched as he saw Atsumu sleeping there. His hair a golden halo against the white pillows. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before, his shoes discarded on the floor. Kiyoomi must have fallen asleep after… after-. Oh god. The events of last night washed over his memory and he felt his skin heat. They had kissed, Atsumu had touched him. The words he had said… Kiyoomi swallowed back his discomfort at what he had done last night, the vulnerability he had shown. He had been so, so careful these past few months. Never letting Atsumu see what lingered in his heart. But now, now Atsumu knew everything. Alcohol and impatience loosening Kiyoomi’s tongue, revealing his best kept secret to Atsumu in the dark of the night.
Kiyoomi bit his lip as he looked at Atsumu. Kind and perfect Atsumu. His face looked soft in sleep, his golden hair making him look more like a prince than Kiyoomi ever would be. Kiyoomi thought Atsumu was more meant for a throne than Kiyoomi ever would be. But then he realized where that train of thought led and he shut it down quickly. Atsumu had said he loved him last night. He said he only ever wanted to be with him. Kiyoomi felt his chest clench at the memory, the adoration in Atsumu’s eyes when he had looked at Kiyoomi had been so beautiful. Kiyoomi didn’t know how he deserved this after all his coldness, he truly didn’t deserve the warmth of Atsumu’s heart. But he promised himself then that he would do all he could to become deserving.
Long minutes later Atsumu shifted in sleep, letting out a deep sigh before he blinked his eyes open to the morning. Kiyoomi couldn’t stop staring. When Atsumu saw Kiyoomi next to him, saw Kiyoomi staring at him, his lips widened into a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.
“G’mornin Omi,” Atsumu said as he sat up in bed, his voice rough with sleep.
Kiyoomi watched as Atsumu stretched out his arms, feeling his heart flutter, “Good morning Atsumu.”
“Did ya sleep okay?”
“I did. Thank you for… thank you for last night,” Kiyoomi said, his voice unsure.
Atsumu looked at Kiyoomi then, love apparent in his eyes, “No need to thank me Omi. It was probably the best night of my life.”
Kiyoomi flushed bright pink, tugging at the white sheet under him to distract himself, “Me too,” he murmured.
Atsumu smiled wide at that, scooting in close to Kiyoomi and cupping his cheek with a hand, “I meant everything I said last night. I wanna be with ya.”
Kiyoomi swallowed, “I would like that as well.”
Atsumu beamed, pulled Kiyoomi into his arms with a bright laugh, “God I love ya so damn much.”
Kiyoomi buried his head in Atsumu’s shoulder, breathing in his masculine scent, “I feel the same,” he said so quiet Atsumu barely heard.
“I want to court you Omi,” Atsumu said as he pulled back, looking at Kiyoomi earnestly.
“What do you mean?” Kiyoomi asked, but the redness in his cheeks showed that he already knew what Atsumu meant.
Atsumu just smiled, kissed Kiyoomi lightly on the cheek and got up from bed, “Meet me in the back gardens at noon Kiyoomi. I have a date to plan.”
Before Kiyoomi could ask what kind of date Atsumu was already gone, going back to his barracks to freshen up and change for whatever he had planned for their day.
Kiyoomi frowned at Atsumu’s absence but went to wash and dress, knowing that whatever Atsumu had planned, he would have a lovely time, so long as Atsumu was with him.