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A night out is something that everyone on the Black Jackals needs. The past month had been a gruelling cacophony of non-stop early morning practices, strict meal plans, going to sleep way too early, and absolutely no fun at all.
Well, maybe that last one is just Atsumu exaggerating but sue him, it was torture. Sure, they won the V League finals but at what cost? Atsumu’s sanity, he’s sure of it.
So, when Bokuto and Hinata suggested a night out with their team a few weeks into their off season, Atsumu was the first one to accept. He was looking forward to letting loose with his teammates instead of just running themselves into the ground practicing.
Of course, when Hinata and Bokuto decide to plan something, they go all out. Tonight, they sit in the private V.I.P section of an insanely popular and exclusive club with an open bar, courtesy of Hinata’s extremely rich and mysterious gamer boyfriend. Honestly, if he knew that Hinata wouldn’t deck him in the face for it, Atsumu would kiss that man for making this night happen. That urge only grows stronger when he sees Sakusa making his way back from the bar over to where they’re sitting.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is not one to ever make an appearance at these kinds of outings. He claims it’s because of too many drunk idiots and Atsumu mostly believes him but he has a strong feeling his aversion to crowds and germs play a bigger role than he’d like to admit to anyone.
Which is why it was a complete surprise to everyone who had come out, to see him walk through the front doors of the club. But holy shit, was Atsumu ever glad he did because even if this wasn’t his usual scene, Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t half ass anything.
The way he’s dressed is sinful. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt, obviously not caring about the potential for stains. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the top three buttons are undone, showing off the top of his chiseled chest. The black pants that hug his ass and thighs in all the right ways are devastating to Atsumu and he has to keep making sure he’s not actively drooling anytime he looks at Omi.
See, Atsumu has a big, fat crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi and him dressing like that is doing nothing to curb Atsumu’s never ending libido. Watching Omi glide effortlessly around their teammates, both hands filled with drinks, isAtsumu’s current version of horny hell. At this rate, he may need to sneak to the bathroom to rub one out so he’s able to make it through the rest of the night without embarrassing himself.
Atsumu feels the couch dip next to him. He glances over and sees Sakusa sitting down and holding his drink out towards him. He takes it gratefully and brings the glass up to his mouth to take a few sips. The table in front of them is riddled with both empty and full shot glasses and Atsumu reaches over to grab two bright green one, handing one of them to Sakusa, who raises his eyebrow in question.
“A thank you for getting my drink.” Atsumu says.
“You know if you do any more of these, you’re asking for a hangover tomorrow.” Sakusa smirks and downs the shot anyway. “Not to mention, you didn’t even pay for these.”
Atsumu shrugs, “It’s the thought that counts Omi. And stop lecturing me about my drinking habits, ya hypocrite. Half the empties are yours anyways.” Atsumu laughs as he finishes his own shot.
The funny thing is, Atsumu isn’t lying. He's pretty sure he’s seen Sakusa drink more tonight than he has in the entirety of the last year. It’s evident in the way his eyes are just the slightest bit unfocused, how he’s swaying subconsciously to the music, and how his ever present mask has been discarded somewhere, leaving him bare face. Atsumu can’t say he’s complaining about this. Getting to see his cheeks with the just barely there flush from the alcohol is a major bonus to this night out.
Sakusa hums in response before taking a few more sips of his drink. The two of them talk for a little longer until Sakusa finishes his drink and stands again. Atsumu misses the warmth from where their thighs touched immediately.
“Well, because one of us has to be responsible here, I’m going to get a glass of water.” Sakusa says, glancing towards the bar. “Maybe if you rub your last two brain cells together, you’ll see why that’s a good idea.” Without another word, Sakusa turns his back and walks away, leaving the comment hanging in the air.
Atsumu knows he should be pissed off by what Omi said, it was obviously an insult, but his dumb, stupid, horny brain is just telling his body to send all his blood down south. So, instead of following Sakusa like he so much wants to do, Atsumu is forced to stay where he is. He definitely doesn’t need his teammates teasing him about the tent in his pantszss for the rest of his time on the Black Jackals.
After a few minutes, Bokuto ends up sitting down next to Atsumu. He’s worse off than Atsumu is. He’s slurring his words and looping one arm around his shoulders. Their conversation bounces from topic to topic until Bokuto mentions something about his partner, Akaashi, and Atsumu suddenly realizes it’s time for him to get out of there. The two live in different cities because of work and Bokuto is going to break down into tears if he continues on the topic.
As quickly as he can, Atsumu excuses himself, claiming he has to go to the bathroom. Bokuto nods, tears beginning to form in his eyes and turns to Inunaki, who was sitting on his other side on his phone. Atsumu can feel the glare on his back as he walks away and he knows he’ll be paying the price for this next time they hang out.
Atsumu makes his way to the bar, intent on finding Sakusa, only to find it empty, save for Hinata who is waiting on the bartender to make his drink. Atsumu walks over and claps Hinata on the shoulder, getting his attention.
“Yo, Hinata.” Atsumu says.
“Oh, Atsumu-san,” he smiles, “Having fun tonight?”
“I am, yeah. Thanks for getting this organized.”
Hinata laughs, rubbing the back of his head. “Honestly, I didn’t do much. I mentioned doing something fun with the team to Kenma and he had this whole thing planned before I could even come up with an idea myself. I think he likes to spoil me sometimes.”
“It’s only ‘cause he loves ya and wants to show it off however he can.” Atsumu says. He can’t help but feel a bit jealous of the two. For someone to care enough about you to plan an entire evening for your friends is pretty special.
Hinata smiles again. “I know. I love him for it too.”
Atsumu hums as Hinata’s drink is laid down in front of him. Atsumu orders a glass of water and turns around looking for Sakusa while he’s waiting. Only, he can’t see him anywhere in their section. He hasn’t made his way back to the couch and he hasn't stopped talking with other people. Atsumu was beginning to get a little concerned. He turned back to Hinata
“Hey Hinata, you haven’t seen Omi around have ya?”
“Sakusa-san?” He confirms, “Yeah, I was talking with him for a bit before you showed up. He told me to let you know that he was going to go dance.”
Atsumu looks at Hinata in surprise. “Omi? Dance? At a club?”
Hinata nods his head. “Yeah, I was surprised too. Though he did seem pretty drunk, so that’s probably why.”
Atsumu looks over towards the dance floor. He can’t see Sakusa right away but knowing him, he’s definitely going to regret going into that crowd once he sobers up. Atsumu sighs to himself and gives his thanks to Hinata before making his way to the main portion of the club.
The dance floor is packed. Bodies on bodies, dancing and grinding on each other and Atsumu can’t believe that Sakusa would willingly put himself in the middle of it. The alcohol is clearly messing with his mind and he quickly begins elbowing his way through the crowd determined to find Sakusa and rescue him.
However, when Atsumu does eventually see the familiar head of curly black hair, he’s shocked at what he finds. Instead of Sakusa being incredibly uncomfortable, stuck in the middle of the mess of people, he finds him with another man, wrapped up in each other, making out in the middle of the dance floor.
Atsumu is so shocked, he comes to a dead stop and he can’t stop staring at the sight in front of his eyes. The two of them, Omi and some random guy, are a sight to behold, lost in their own world. Honestly, Atsumu would hesitate to even call it kissing, it’s more like a contest to see who can devour each other first.
But still, he can’t stop staring at the way that Sakusa’s lips part to press open mouth kisses to the other man. He couldn’t stop staring at the slivers of tongue that battle for dominance. He couldn’t stop staring at the way they’re subtly rocking against each other, Sakusa’s thigh pressing in between the man’s legs.
Suddenly, Atsumu’s hard. He’s standing in the middle of the dance floor and Atsumu can barely bring himself to care. He’s too busy drinking in the show in front of him.
Then Sakusa opens his eyes.
Atsumu can see Sakusa’s eyes open up a fraction but it’s enough to see Atsumu staring at them. Sakusa breaks the kiss and Atsumu can see how hard he’s breathing, chest moving up and down. Only he does something that Atsumu isn’t expecting. Instead of seeing him come to his senses and leave the guy to follow Atsumu back to the V.I.P section, Sakusa makes deliberate eye contact with Atsumu and smirks before diving back into the kiss with the stranger. Atsumu gapes, he’s certainly full of surprises tonight.
In an instant, Atsumu goes from horny to furious. His vision swims with visions of him in the stranger's place, of him kissing Omi for all he’s worth, of taking him home from the club and letting Omi strip him down and having his way with him.
Instead, he does none of that. Instead, he turns on his heel and walks right back to their section. He grabs three of the shots on the table, takes them in quick succession and sits by himself, thinking. Why the hell did Omi look at him like that. Was he trying to mak him mad? Does he know about Atsumu’s feelings? Was he taunting him? Was he thinking, Haha, this is something you’ll never have, jealous?
And God, Atsumu was mad but he couldn’t stop thinking about that look. The half lidded eyes, filled with lust. The smirk, cocky and smug, and Atsumu can’t help but imagine what that smirk would be like if he could see it from underneath Omi instead. What it would be like to feel those lips against his lips, against his skin. He wants Sakusa to look at him like that, to kiss him like that, to smirk at him like that. He wants to experience all of them while Omi fucks him.
Suddenly, Atsumu is more turned on than he has ever been in his life. The three shots are finally kicking in and things are starting to get a bit blurry around the edges. He stands up and waves off his friends as he makes his way towards the exit. He hails a cab and before he knows it, he finds himself unlocking his front door as fast as he can.
The second he steps through the doorway and shuts the door behind him, he reaches his hand down and palms himself through his jeans. The small relief is welcome but all he can think about is this being Omi’s hand instead of his own and he feels his cock twitch at the thought.
He quickly takes off his shoes, making his way to his bedroom where he strips down and lays on his bed. The sheets are soft beneath him and he slowly runs his hands across his chest, imagining they’re Sakusa’s. He’s thought about this before, how Sakusa would touch him. Atsumu always thought that Sakusa would start off tentatively, almost sweet. After seeing him tonight, he knows that wouldn’t be true.
Kiyoomi is obviously no stranger to taking control and holy shit, does Atsumu ever want that. He wants those strong hands holding him down. He wants Omi to bite and leave marks.
Atsumu’s hand is lower now, running over his stomach and hips. He’s skirting the edge of his cock. Close enough to feel the heat from his hand but far enough away to get no relief from it. Atsumu feels like Omi would tease him. Get him worked up through grazes and soft touches.
When Atsumu finally runs the back of hos hand across his shaft, his hips buck up immediately, searching for pleasure. He repeats the motion a few times before he turns his hand around and lightly wraps it around his cock, just like he thinks Omi would do.
He fucks up into his lose fist a few times. It’s not enough to get him anywhere but the slight friction helps. His other hand reaches down to lightly caress his balls. Atsumu lets out a whine at the sensation.
He finally lets himself grip harder on his cock, creating the right amount of friction. He thrusts up into his fist, finding a rhythm. His other hand moves upwards to pinch his nipples. He imagines they’re Omi’s teeth, nipping, sucking, abusing them until Atsumu knows he’ll feel them sting as they rub against his jersey the next day.
As he runs his hand along his length, he thinks of Omi whispering sweet nothings and harsh insults that make him tingle in all the right places. He thinks back to the comments that Omi threw at him earlier that night and it makes his cock twitch in his hand, dribbling pre-cum from the slit.
His hand travels lower from his nipples back down to caress his balls again before his fingers slide towards his twitching hole. He feels the puckered flesh under his hand and his strokes speed up, working himself faster and harder.
Hes close now. Pre-cum leaking liberally from his cock. He can feel his rhythm faltering and he imagines Sakusa talking him through it. When he finally pushes his finger past the rim, feeling the dry friction, he can almost hear Sakusa whispering in his ear.
Come for me, Atsumu.
His orgasm doesn’t take him by surprise but his vision still goes white. He isn’t sure how long he lays there for, only that he is sated and relaxed. This isn’t the first time he’s had this fantasy so the guilt he feels once he starts to come down from his high isn’t new and he’s drunk enough to not care that much.
He quickly wipes off his chest and pulls the covers up over him. He begins to drift off and the last thought he has before he falls asleep is how much better it would be if there were arms around his waist and a warm body at his back.
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The next few days continue on as normal, Atsumu’s crush remains unrequited but he can’t stop thinking about that night in the club. He’s come to realize that this is jealousy playing out. The question of why did that random guy get to kiss Sakusa and not him has been on repeat for days.
So he did what any logical person would do and called up Sakusa and asked him to hang out. They set a date for later that week and plan to get together to watch a movie and Atsumu is going to use it as his excuse to finally tell Sakusa about his feelings for him. He doesn’t think he can stand to see Sakusa making out with other people anymore. Of course, he’s terrified that he’ll be rejected. However, at least if he’s rejected he will only have to deal with the pain for a little while until he gets over it instead of having it repeated and thrown back in his face over and over and over again.
They decided to hang out at Atsumu’s apartment instead of Sakusa’s because his was larger than the other’s shoebox apartment. Atsumu never understood why people like tiny apartments. Sakusa says it’s because he doesn’t have to clean as much but ultimately it would be annoying to hell if he had to live in a place where he couldn’t reach his arms out and not touch both walls at the same time.
During the day before they were supposed to hang out, Atsumu deep cleaned his apartment. He figured that having a cleaner apartment would help his chances as Sakusa could see how clean he could be and be more willing to accept his confession. Now, Atsumu wasn’t a dirty person by any means but he did spend longer than usual cleaning the cracks and corners of all of his room.
Sakusa arrives exactly on time. He shows up with takeout from a Thai place close to Atsumu‘s apartment. Atsumu quickly grabs the bag from Sakusa’s hand and brings it into the kitchen to lay it down on the counter. They grab their food along with a beer each and make their way to the couch in Atsumu’s living room where he has Netflix already set up and ready to go.
“You know you didn’t have to clean up for me,” Sakusa says as he sits down, looking around the apartment at the near shining surfaces.
“No, I know. I was just due to clean everything up and I knew you didn’t like dirt so it gave me a good excuse.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
“Well I definitely appreciate it. Thanks Atsumu.” He says, half smile on his face.
The thanks from Sakusa sends a warm shiver through his body and Atsumu can feel his face beginning to flush. He’s glad that his efforts went noticed.
Atsumu had this night meticulously planned out. It had to be perfect because Sakusa deserves nothing less. They’re going to sit down and eat their food and watch the new movie from a director they both like and then Atsumu was going to bring up how he’s been feeling lately before confessing.
Unfortunately, some things don’t always go as planned.
As they’re finishing up the movie Atsumu turns to Sakusa and smiles. Atsumu opens his mouth to finally start their conversation but the second he locks eyes with the other man he can’t get the words out. The butterflies in his chest and stomach are beating against his insides and he suddenly feels like he wants to throw up, he’s so nervous.
Sakusa looks at him, obviously confused at why he's gaping like a fish and raises an eyebrow in question. Atsumu knows he has to say something before he ruins this whole night. He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth again. However, instead of the romantic script he had prepared and rehearsed over the past few days coming out, what comes out instead is something that makes even Atsumu cringe.
“So, did you end up fucking the guy from the club, or what?” Atsumu blurted out. He freezes and mentally slaps himself in the forehead because What. The. Fuck. was that?
Sakura stares at him in disbelief. “The guy from the club?”
Yeah,” Atsumu can feel himself digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself. “After you went to get water, I tried to find you and when I did, the two of you were on the dancefloor making out with each other. I just wasn’t sure if you decided to leave with him or not.” As Atsumu was saying this, he could see the flush start to rise on Sakusa’s cheeks.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business Atsumu.” Sakusa says as he scowls. “Why do you care anyways.”
“I don’t,” Atsumu says, pouting and looking away. “I was just curious is all.”
“Well stay curious, because I’m not telling you shit.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Sakusa sits there for a second before he turns back to face Atsumu. “You have never cared about who I’ve been fucking before this. So I’m going to ask again, why do you care so much? Are you jealous or something?”
“What,” Atsumu sputters, “Me, jealous? Of course not, I just saw the way he was trying to eat your face and was concerned you were going to get an infection or something.”
Sakusa smirks at him, a knowing look in his eyes. “No, I don’t think so. I think you were jealous. What were you jealous of?” Sakusa begins to lean in towards Atsumu, lips getting closer and closer to his ear. “Were you jealous of me? Because that guy was pretty hot, good kisser too. Or, were you jealous of him?”
Sakusa gets him there and Atsumu can feel his cheeks burning. His hands clench in the fabric of his pants and looking down at the floor, he nods his head slightly.
Sakusa pulls back slightly and when he speaks again, Atsumu can hear the smirk in his voice. “Good. That was my intention.”
Atsumu‘s head shoots up to look at Sakusa with disbelief. “I’m sorry, that was your intention? You were actively trying to make me jealous?”
Sakusa rolls his eyes.” Of course I was. You’re not exactly subtle with your feelings. I knew that you would never say anything to me, so I thought why the hell not? My plan obviously backfired because I was expecting you to stop us but you just turned around and walked away.”
Plan? Backfired? Atsumu couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sakusa was trying to make him jealous so that he’d interrupt what he saw at the club? “And, and what were you going to do if I did interrupt?” He asks.
“Well, I was hoping to kick the other guy to the curb and have you step in instead.” The smile, cocky and sure of himself is still present on Sakusa’s face.
Atsumu is still reeling when something finally clicks. “I wasn’t subtle with my feelings? So that means you knew about them this whole time.” Atsumu blinks. “So you knew about them and were trying to make me act on them. Does that mean you like me too?”
Sakusa looks at him, a sly look on his face. “Yes, Atsumu. I guess there are some brain cells up there after all.”
Holy shit , Atsumu thinks, holy shit this is actually happening.
“So,” Sakusa says. “How about a re-do of that situation where you stop me instead?”
“Where I stop you?” Atsumu asks.
“Yeah, and you step in.” Without waiting for an answer Sakusa starts to lean in and he suddenly feels the sensation of the other man’s breath on his face. Their lips aren’t touching yet and the butterflies in his stomach are going crazy.
“Tell me this is okay, Atsumu.'' Sakusa says, a pleading look in his eyes.
“Yes.” Atsumu blurts out and suddenly his lips are covered by the other man’s.
Atsumu didn’t think that this was ever actually going to happen. Sure, it was wishful thinking but he couldn’t bring himself to get his hopes up. He was convinced he would spend the rest of his life imagining what kissing Omi would be like.
This is better than anything his brain could ever think up. His lips are soft against his own and the small tentative kisses feel like heaven.
The kisses gradually get less tentative as they become more comfortable with each other and Atsumu eventually lets out a small moan, opening his mouth. Sakusa takes this as an invitation and suddenly, Atsumu‘s mouth is full with the other's tongue.
Never one to back down, Atsumu gives it back to Omi as best as he can. Their tongues battle for dominance and the sweet kisses quickly devolve into a messy make out. Atsumu thinks that this must be what the other guy at the club was feeling that night and he’s determined to never let anybody else experience this, now that he has.
They move against each other, and Atsumu throws his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck to pull him in closer. He grips on his hair to keep him in place. Kiyoomi’s hands grip Atsumu's waist and move down to his hip before he feels a tug. In one fluid motion, Kiyoomi pulls Atsumu towards him and onto his lap.
Atsumu doesn’t have time to adjust to the new position before Kiyoomi is diving back in and capturing his lips once again. This new position gives him the ability to take charge, however he’s content to let Kiyoomi lead and go wherever he likes him to.
Atsumu has been hard in his pants since the moment Omi asked him if he was jealous and now that he’s on top of Omi‘s lap, he’s able to grind down and he can feel his own hardness pushing up against the other man’s. Atsumu lets out another moan at this motion and Kiyoomi groans below him making his chest vibrate where they are pressed together.
Kiyoomi runs his hands up and down Atsumu‘s back before going lower and gripping his ass forcing him to grind down on his lap. It startles another moan out of him.
He forces himself away from those addicting lips. This time it’s his turn to put on a cocky smile. “I have a bedroom, you know. My bed is a lot more comfier than this couch.”
Well then, what are we waiting for?” Omi says before using his insane leg strength to stand up. Atsumu is forced to wrap his legs around his waist as he makes his way towards the bedroom, feeling Omi’s cock rub against his ass with every step.
They enter the bedroom. Kiyoomi kicks the door shut behind them and gently lays Atsumu down on his bed. He leans in to kiss him again and after a brief moment pulls away and looks at him with more vulnerability than Atsumu has seen from him all night.
“How did you want to do this?” He asks.
Atsumu looks at him before shyly saying, “I want all of you.”
“All of me?” Kiyoomi says in disbelief.
Atsumu nods and Kaomi groans. He dives back in, kissing Atsumu for all he’s worth before beginning to strip Atsumu. His hands run up underneath his shirt, feeling his chest. When Kiyoomi reaches his nipples, he pinches one of them, making Atsumu let out a pleasured breath.
“You like that, do you? When I touch your nipples?” Kiyoomi muses, “I wonder how you would react if it was my mouth instead of just my hands?”
Atsumu groans, pressing his chest upwards to try and get Omi to follow through on his taunt.
Kiyoomi chuckles before making quick work of the shirt, taking it off over Atsumu's head and leaning down to take one of the nipples in his mouth. Atsumu keens at the sensation and starts babbling nonsense. He tells Kiyoomi how good it feels and this spurs him on more. He bites and licks and sucks, abusing one nipple before moving to the other one, giving it the same treatment. By the time Omi lifts up his head, Atsumu is a drooling blissed out mess.
Atsumu watches as Kiyoomi starts making his way lower, kissing down his chest, over his belly and down towards where his pants meet his stomach. He watches as Omi slowly unbuttons the pants and pulls the zipper down before reaching his hand into his underwear to pull his cock free.
He gives Atsumu a few teasing strokes before leading in to lick at the head. A small bead of pre-cum has formed and Kiyoomi licks over it, tasting him.
“I’m going to blow you now. You’ll be a good boy for me, right?” Kiyoomi says, slowly stroking Atsumu’s member.
Atsumu breathes out a yes and suddenly his cock is enveloped in warm, wet heat. Atsumu can only lie there as he feels Omi’s head bob up and down over his shaft. He uses his tongue to expertly lick at the underside of Atsumu cock and he feels like he’s about to come early like a teenager.
It’s all over for him once Omi decides to loosen his throat and swallow him all the way down to the hilt. He can feel the inside of Omi’s throat and nothing compares to the feeling.
Omi pulls off for a second to catch his breath and look up at Atsumu. “Open your eyes baby, look at me. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Atsumu stares at him before groaning and throwing his head back onto the mattress. “God,” he breathes out, “How are you real?”
Kiyoomi laughs before diving right back in and swallowing Atsumu again. This time he doesn’t hold back as he begins to thrust upwards into Kiyoomi‘s mouth. He can feel him swallowing around his cock, hollowing his cheeks out and Atsumu is barely able to make it thirty seconds before he feels the all too familiar heat pooling in his gut.
He starts to babble at Kiyoomi, telling him to pull off because he’s going to come. But this only makes Kiyoomi go faster and suck harder. Atsumu is only so strong and before long he feels the pleasure crest and he comes down Omi’s throat.
Kiyoomi lightly sucks on his cock through the aftershocks and he eventually pulls off. He climbs back up Atsumu’s body and kisses the other man.
They kiss languidly for a few minutes before Omi eventually pulls back and looks Atsumu in the eyes. “Can I still fuck you baby? I’ve been dreaming about fucking your tight little hole for months.”
Though he just came, Atsumu can start to feel his cock twitch at the thought. “God yes, of course. I’d be pissed if you didn’t.” he replied.
This time it’s Omi's turn to groan and he palms himself through his pants. Atsumu finally realizes that the other man is still completely dressed and he made it his personal mission to get rid of all of Omi‘s clothes. He quickly removes his shirt and pants, finally getting a look at Omi completely naked.
“God, Kiyoomi, you’re so sexy.” Atsumu says before sitting up and taking Sakusa into his mouth. He’s not able to deep throat like Omi can but he still manages to reduce the other man to whimpers and groans and soft praises fall from his mouth as he pets over Atsumu head. He circles around the head of his cock and he’s about to dive back in before he’s pulled off and thrown backwards onto the bed.
“Where is your lube, Atsumu?” Kiyoomi asks.
Atsumu points to his bedside table and Omi goes to grab the lube while he strokes himself back to full hardness. He hears the cap of the bottle opening and Omi squirts out some lube onto his fingers before rubbing them together to warm it up. He lines his pointer finger up with Atsumu hole and looks at him before asking, “Are you ready?”
As soon as his consent is given, Kiyoomi tentatively pushes against Atsumu hole. He rubs around the puckered skin before eventually breaching him and sticking a finger inside. Atsumu moans at the feeling. It’s been so long since somebody else has done it to him and he almost forgot what it was like. His fingers are long and slender and he thrust one in and out a few times before curling in search of Atsumu's prostate.
He moans as Kiyoomi rubs against the bundle of nerves and he pushes down against his fingers. Omi takes this as his cue to add another and he begins to stretch out Atsumu, scissoring his fingers back and forth. He continues to move the fingers in and out, occasionally brushing against Atsumu's prostate. It’s unpredictable and leaves Atsumu in suspense.
Two fingers quickly become three and suddenly Atsumu cannot take it anymore and he’s pulling Omi down for a kiss before mumbling against his mouth, “I’m ready. I want you to fuck me.”
Kiyomi nods and pulls his fingers out before he pours some more lube onto his hand and slathers his cock with it. He lines himself up and looks at Atsumu for confirmation before he begins to push in.
Omi continues to slowly bottom out and eventually his hips are pressed flush against Atsumu’s ass. He stops for a moment, giving Atsumu a chance to adjust and he’s feeling so much more full than he has in a very long time.
“I’m good Omi, fuck me.”
Kiyoomi doesn’t need to be told twice and he pulls back before slamming his hips forward again, making Atsumu cry out in pleasure. They continue like this, Atsumu’s legs wrapped around Omi’s waist as they find their rhythm.
Atsumu moans as Omi’s cock grinds against his prostate and Kiyoomi smirks at him.
“God you’re so tight, Atsumu. I don’t think I’ll ever tire out of fucking you.”
Atsumu moans and pulls Kiyoomi down, gripping the back of his hair to hold him in place while they kiss, tongues clashing and fighting. Atsumu can already feel his orgasm building again and he knows he’s not going to last a second time.
“‘M close, Omi”
“Yeah? Well baby, don’t let me stop you.” He leans down in Atsumu’s ear. “Come for me.”
It’s like a switch goes off in Atsumu’s brain and he comes a second time covering his and Omi’s chest with his come. Kiyoomi groans at the site and continues to fuck into Atsumu, his pace quickening and voice getting louder as he nears his own completion. After a few long, hard thrusts, Omi makes a soft noise and stills inside of Atsumu. He can feel Omi’s release inside of him and his cock twitches feebly again against his hip.
Kiyoomi slowly pulls out and flops in on the bed next to Atsumu. They’re both breathing heavily and Atsumu is the first to speak.
“Holy shit.”
Omi hums and pushes himself up onto his elbows. He leans in to peck Atsmu’s lip and gets up to grab a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he comes back, he wipes Atsumu and himself clean and tosses the towel in the direction of the hamper before crawling back into Astumu’s bed and wrapping his arms around the setter.
Atsumu smiles as he cuddles deeper into Omi’s arms, head pillowed on his chest before falling into a deep sleep. They can discuss the specifics of their relationship tomorrow. Tonight is just for them.