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He could hear a light knocking on the front door. Sakusa got up from reading his book on the couch and walked towards the front room of his 1-bedroom apartment. He peeked through the peephole and saw a mop of silky blonde hair. He smirked and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal Atsumu before him. Atsumu wore a soft violet robe and was holding a bottle of champagne in one hand, and 2 glasses in the other.

"Hey, Omi."

"Atsu? Uhh... what are you doing?"

Atsumu maneuvered his way through the door and past Sakusa, pushing the glasses into his hand. "Just thought we should finally make this official."

"Um, what?" Sakusa was extremely confused, but found his cheeks flushing red anyway.

"You're too slow," Atsumu smirked. He popped the champagne bottle open and gestured towards Sakusa, who was still holding the glasses.

He quickly got the point and rushed to Atsumu, holding the glasses out to be filled. Atsumu filled them generously and gave Sakusa his best host smile. He put the bottle down and grabbed his own glass.

"So what are we celebrating?" Sakusa asked, holding his glass up as if to cheers.

Atsumu giggled and gave his boyfriend a knowing look. He gulped down his once-full glass of champagne in one go. Sakusa stared for a beat before putting his own glass down on the table.

"Atsumu, what's going on? Really. Did I forget something?" he asked while smiling awkwardly.

Atsumu smiled and walked towards Sakusa slowly. He undid the sash on his robe, loosening it to reveal he was only wearing a tiny pair of red briefs, far too tight for what he was working with. Before Sakusa had a chance to react, Atsumu lunged at him and pulled him into a messy, deep, sucking kiss. He could taste the champagne Atsumu had just downed as his tongue made its way around his mouth.

The kiss continued until Sakusa had to practically pull Atsumu off of his face to breathe.

"A-Atsu, what the fuck?"

"Don't make me wait anymore, Omiii," Atsumu begged. He grabbed Sakusa by the waistband and pulled him into the bedroom.

Sakusa was too dumbfounded to resist. Atsumu pushed him down onto the large, neat bed, wrinkling the once perfectly-fitted white sheets. In one swift movement, Atsumu ripped his robe off and climbed on top of Sakusa, sitting up on top of his member, which was already hard. He started grinding and Sakusa lost his mind. He leaned his head back and gave up his confused protest. A soft moan escaped his lips, and when he opened his eyes again Atsumu was coming at him, pulling him into another wet kiss.

"Ngh, fuck me, Omi," Atsumu whined as soon as he broke the kiss to breathe.

"Yesss, yes, Atsu," Sakusa replied and gave in to his impulses. He pulled Atsumu back down and rolled over so he was on top. He paused to lift his own shirt off and reached down towards Atsumu's underwear.

Just then, a loud beeping sound erupted in the apartment.

"The fuck is that?" Sakusa propped himself back up.

Atsumu smiled softly. "Get up, Omi."

"What do you mean? What's that sound?" Sakusa was still trying to figure out where the beeping was coming from.

Atsumu sat up and shouted then, "GET UUUP!"

Sakusa's eyes ripped open and he sat up in bed, covered in sweat. His phone's alarm was beeping loudly, echoing in his empty apartment.

He reached over to tap the snooze button. "Ughhh... again..."

This was the third time he dreamt of Sexy Atsumu in the last two weeks. The two have been dating a while now, but hadn't slept together yet. Trying to find the right moment has been a challenge, since they both are constantly training or traveling with their volleyball team, which didn't leave much room for privacy.

Firstly, Sakusa needed to deal with the situation in his pants. After that, he needed to start getting ready for his morning workout. He pulled himself to the edge of his bed, thankful he lived alone.

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Later that morning, Sakusa found himself in his college gym. A few players had trickled in, along with the coaches, and started to warm up while they waited for the official start of practice. He looked up at the clock - 9:58 am. Atsumu was really cutting it close, but it wasn't unusual for him to stride in a minute or two late at times. You would never describe him as punctual.

10:07 am. Atsumu was definitely late, and Sakusa was surprised the coaches hadn't started practice yet. Now THEY are punctual. He tossed a ball into the air lightly in his hands, catching it again as it came down. It wasn't warming up so much as trying to keep himself busy while he tried to sort out the strange energy in the air this morning. Most of his teammates continued warming up as usual, and a handful stood grumbling outside the coaches' office.

After another minute, the coach and assistant popped out of the office, waving off the group that had gathered around. "Okay, okay, everybody huddle up!" the coach shouted in his usual demanding voice.

The group sat in a semi-circle at one end of the gym as they typically would for a team meeting. The coach stood up front, shuffling lightly as the last few stragglers caught up.

"All right. You all might notice someone missing," Coach started. A low murmur made it's way through the group. Some looked around and nodded. Sakusa felt a lump in his throat as he wondered where Atsumu was.

"As it turns out, Miya Atsumu was injured early this morning."

"Now don't panic!" he added at the immediate gasps emanating from the group, "he sprained or tore a ligament in his leg. He is at the hospital for evaluation, but he is going to heal fine. It's going to take some time, and we'll know more once the doctors have done more tests."

"What happened?" Several players asked.

"He was riding his bike on a trail for a morning workout, but hit something on the path - maybe a branch. We aren't sure exactly what, but it knocked him off the trail and down a ditch to one side. Seems his legs got tangled up as he fell through some saplings."

The team was aflutter with noises. Some were mumbling "oh no's", others gasping and holding a hand to their mouths. Sakusa was in shock. The team suddenly remembered him and looked his way. They all knew he and Atsumu were dating for quite some time now.

The coach looked his way and noticed Sakusa's blank stare. "Sakusa... Sakusa!" the coach had to get louder to get his attention. It snapped him out of his stunned state and he looked up, back in reality. Coach stared directly at him and continued, "Sakusa, he's going to be okay. I know this is probably the first you're hearing this since we just got the call from his parents now. I wouldn't be surprised if they call you next. You're excused for morning practice if you want to go see him."

The team stared at Sakusa, some with sympathetic stares, others with worry in their eyes. He looked around briefly while he tried to remember how to speak. "Um... yeah. Yes. Thank you! I'll go now." He bowed and broke into a jog.

Sakusa grabbed his belongings and made his way out of the gym while his teammates started practice. A few of them offered waves and reassuring looks. They would have patted him on the back, but everyone respected his dislike of having anyone other than Atsumu touch him.

Sakusa was scatterbrained. He fumbled through his bag until he found his phone. Sure enough, he had 2 missed calls from Atsumu's mom. He called back quickly.

After just one ring, "Hello?" came Atsumu's mother's choked voice.

"Mrs. Miya? It's Saku... uh, Kiyoomi."

"OH! Kiyoomi-kun! Thank goodness! Did you talk to your coach yet?"

"Yes, yes they just told us Atsumu was hurt. Is he okay?"

"He's okay! I mean, he's hurt but he will be okay. They are doing some tests now to assess the damage. Can you go to the hospital? It's the worst timing, as we're out of the country for work. I don't want him to be alone, but I'm here for a few months and can't leave without causing significant trouble for the company."

"Of course, where is he?"

Atsumu's mother gave him the hospital details and thanked him again for going in their stead.

"Kiyoomi-kun, I hate to ask... but can you please watch over him? I would feel so much better knowing someone I trust is with him. If someone that loves Atsumu is there, I know they'll take good care of him and update me the moment there is news."

"Absolutely. You can rely on me." Sakusa blushed a little at Mrs. Miya's heartfelt words. If all went well, she would be his mother-in-law in a few years.

Sakusa went straight to the hospital, still in his volleyball gear. A few people stared on the bus, as they recognized the team logo. This college was notable for its men's volleyball team, and although he wore a mask, Sakusa's number was well-known as a top spiker (not to mention popular with the fans for his mysterious nature and good looks). He couldn't give less of a shit right now.

He arrived at the hospital and asked for directions at a couple of service counters until he found Atsumu's room. Just outside the door, he took a deep breath. He wasn't sure what he would find. He knocked lightly and pushed the heavy door open slowly, stepping inside.

"...Omi?" came a weak call. Atsumu was laying in the hospital bed with IVs attached to his arms. Machines beeped at his sides, and his left leg was propped up in some contraption to keep it still. Atsumu had a few scratches on his face and arms. A couple of paper stitches adorned his forehead, somewhat covered by his messy golden locks. He smiled weakly at the sight of his boyfriend.

Sakusa had never felt so relieved inside of a hospital. All worry of germs and illness left him, and he dropped his items on the floor and took two long strides to Atsumu's bedside, pulling his mask down as he went.

"Atsumu..." he sighed, "are you okay?" He leaned over and cuddled Atsumu's shoulders and head as best he could without disturbing the equipment. He placed a delicate kiss on Atsumu's lips.

"Thank ya for coming, Omi! It hurts, but I'm happier now that yer here." Both men smiled at each other.

It was then he noticed a brace on Atsumu's wrist. "Did you hurt your wrist too?" A look of worry grew on Sakusa's face again.

"Just a little, when I tried to stop my fall. It's not broken or anything, just twisted it a little. They said it'll be fine in a few days."

The two started discussing what happened, Atsumu's test results so far, and what needed to happen next. They were still waiting on confirmation whether what Atsumu experienced was a sprain or tear in his leg. Either would need anywhere from two to eight weeks to recover, but it made a difference in terms of whether he would need surgery or not. His wrist injury was very minor. While it hurt to move right now, it would be back to one hundred percent in under a week and wouldn't need any special care.

"I dunno what to do, Omi. I don't have any family here, and my parents aren't even in the country right now. I won't be able to play fer a while..." Atsumu looked away, trying to hide the tired creases around his eyes.

"Don't worry about that, baby. I'll take care of you." Sakusa replied and pet Atsumu's cheek.

"I don't wanna burden ya, Omi," Atsumu started but was quickly silenced with a sanitizer-scented hand over his mouth.

"Stop. I'm taking care of you, end of story. You'll stay with me while you recover. I already cleared it with your mother." He lowered his hand.

"Ya did what?" Atsumu let out a concerned groan, "Are ya sure, babe? I don't think I can do ANYTHIN' for myself like this. I'm right-handed and that's the one that's hurt. I don't want ya to get annoyed takin' care of me. What if ya end up hating me fer being useless?!"

Sakusa stopped him again, this time with his lips. "Impossible," he replied after a short, loving kiss, "besides, we always say we want to spend more time with each other." Sakusa shrugged with a sly grin. "Let me take care of you, Atsu."

A broad, happy smile spread across Atsumu's face. It was settled.

Several hours later, they were filling out discharge paperwork. Atsumu was confirmed to have a sprained ligament in his ankle from the fall. He likely twisted it as he fell through branches in the ditch. Other than cuts and bruises, he would need between 4 and 6 weeks of rest to recover. He might need a little physical therapy to get his range of motion back, but they had no concerns about his ability to play volleyball again after a month or two at most.

Atsumu was wheeled out of the hospital in a wheelchair, but given crutches to move around on his own. They decided to order a taxi home so he wouldn't have to fight for space on a bus.

They made their way to Sakusa's apartment. Atsumu had spent plenty of time there, but he hadn't actually slept over yet. With his parents out of the country, his hometown a long train ride away, and no roommate in his own apartment, staying with Sakusa really was his best option. Not that Sakusa minded, of course. He would always prefer more time with his annoyingly sexy boyfriend.

On top of Atsumu's looks, though, Sakusa was truly in love with his personality. He had never met someone so patient with his own quirks. Sakusa considered himself hard to love. He was demanding of his teammates, difficult to work with, reserved, disliked casual touch from friends, and particular when it came to cleanliness. It took a lot to get him to open up. Yet, somehow, Atsumu had weaseled his way into Sakusa's heart and made plenty of room for himself. He was funny, kind, sociable, but also accommodated his life for Sakusa to settle in alongside him. Sakusa always felt guilty when they stayed on the sidelines rather than joining the crowd at parties or clubs, but Atsumu assured him every single time that he didn't mind. It was a compromise, because they would still hang out with their friends and Atsumu could always step away to join the chatter and dancing if he wanted. He simply preferred spending time with Sakusa, regardless of where and how that happened.

In Atsumu's mind, this arrangement of staying with his beloved Omi was like a kid playing house. This would give them maximum bonding time. Atsumu adored Sakusa. As much as Sakusa worried about Atsumu feeling shackled by his anti-social tendencies, Atsumu really just wanted to be around him. He had plenty of opportunities to go out with his volleyball friends. He could catch up on all the partying he wanted off-season. The truth was, if Sakusa wasn't there, he wouldn't have as much fun anyway.

Atsumu sat in the taxi, trying to contain his excitement. He could pretend they were two happy husbands caring for each other, going to sleep at night together, and waking up in the morning together. A big, dumb smile was plastered on his face. Although, that could also be the pain killers he was prescribed.

Sakusa helped Atsumu carefully get out of the taxi. Using the crutches, Atsumu managed to get to the bottom of the outer stairs - Sakusa lived on the second floor. He had never used crutches before and what they don't tell you at the hospital is that they are NOT easy to use! It was painful since he wasn't sure how to properly balance off his hurt leg, and still had a stiff wrist brace to work around.

Sensing Atsumu's confusion as he shuffled at the bottom of the stairs, Sakusa placed a hand on his shoulder to indicate he should step back.

"I got it." Sakusa leaned down and slowly lifted Atsumu up into a princess carry to take him up the stairs.

Atsumu held his crutches in his free hand and wrapped his other arm with the injured wrist carefully around Sakusa's neck. "Thank ya! My big, strong man," he joked.

"Good thing you haven't gained weight."

"HEY! My weight shouldn't matter! Rude."

"It matters when I'm carrying you up stairs," Sakusa continued poking fun. Atsumu playfully bonked him on the head with the crutches.

"That's domestic violence." Sakusa said straight-faced.

"I'll domestic violence yer face!"

Sakusa scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, "Well... that's what you just did."

"Stooooop!" They both were laughing while trying not to wriggle too much.

At the door, he let Atsumu gently back down to stand, waiting patiently until he got his crutches under himself properly. They were finally home.

Sakusa helped his boyfriend settle in on the couch. Atsumu relaxed and made a few phone calls while Sakusa went to pick up clothing and personal items from his apartment. He picked up dinner on the way home and couldn't help but feel content - he was picking up dinner... to bring home... to his partner. It's something that Sakusa, for most of his life, thought would be impossible for him.

It was Atsumu. Atsumu made all of this possible. Despite the stressful situation ahead of them, Sakusa was truly happy.

Back at home, Sakusa plated Atsumu's meal and set him up with a small table by the couch so he could eat comfortably. Atsumu tried to grip his chopsticks with his left hand, which was clumsy for any use other than volleyball. By his fourth attempt and countless curses under his breath, Sakusa appeared at his side.

"Tsk, my left hand is stupid, Omi!"

Sakusa smiled and knelt in front of him. He took the chopsticks from Atsumu and picked up a vegetable, holding it in front of Atsumu's mouth. He held a napkin in his other hand to catch any sauce that dripped. It took Atsumu a beat to bring himself back to reality - it was like the TV dramas he watched as a teen. His face tinged pink as he slowly opened his mouth and let Sakusa feed him.

"Mmmm! Ish ghood!" (Mmm! It's good!)

"If I'm going to do this, you can't talk with your mouth full."

"Yeshs shurrr." (Yes sir.)

Sakusa finished feeding his boyfriend and then ate his own meal. As much as he tried to stop him, Atsumu kept talking through his food. He suddenly had a lot to say, reliving the fall and catching Sakusa up on the details of the match he recorded last night and still really wanted to see.

After eating, it was clear Atsumu was exhausted. He was on medicine that could make him sleepy, so it was a wonder he lasted this long. Sakusa chalked it up to his higher-than-average natural energy level. Sakusa watched as he fought to keep his eyes open while watching another game on TV. It was like watching a 4-year-old at naptime.

"Let's get you to bed, honeybee."

"Hmm," he agreed.

Atsumu's eyes fluttered closed just as he felt himself being lifted up off the couch.

"Wah!"

Sakusa carried him to the bedroom. He sat Atsumu on the bed and gathered a change of clothes from the stack he had brought from the other apartment. Atsumu watched him place the stack next to him as he rubbed his eyes, yawning.

"I'll step out." Sakusa made his way to the door.

Atsumu nodded absentmindedly and picked up the shirt with his one hand. He looked at the shirt and shook it to unfold it. He then put the shirt back down, realizing he needed to take his current clothes off first. He wrestled with the hem of his shirt, first trying to pull it up over his head. When that failed, he tried to pull his bad arm out of the sleeve first. Every move caused a twinge of pain. It was nearly impossible to move his working body parts without budging the injured ones. He whimpered in frustration.

After a few minutes, Sakusa approached the door and heard Atsumu's angry noises. "Atsu? You done?" he knocked on the door lightly and creaked it open. He caught sight of Atsumu's face, red and clearly emotional.

"I can't do it, Omi. I can't do anything!" Atsumu had managed to get his shirt off, and it sat on the floor, crumpled and overstretched. His clean shirt sat around his neck with one hand stuck partway through a sleeve.

"Atsu, it's okay! Just ask me for help." Sakusa grabbed the shirt around Atsumu's neck and tenderly helped him get his arms through the holes, with minimal movement to his hurt wrist.

"Okay, now the pants."

Atsumu stared at Sakusa and his face flushed red again.

"You can shower in the morning if you want, but you're gonna have to change your pants at some point, Atsu. I'm not compromising on that, heh."

Atsumu sighed, "Okaaay, but no funny business!" He joked and Sakusa rolled his eyes.

Atsumu started the process, reaching down and undoing the button and zipper at the top of his pants with his good hand. He used his good arm to push himself off the bed and planted his good leg to stand. He balanced on one foot while Sakusa carefully pulled the waistband of his pants down past his butt, down his thighs, and towards his ankles. As soon as he knelt down, Atsumu moved his good hand from the bed to Sakusa's shoulder for balance. They were completely silent during the process.

He tried his best not to stare, but this is the man Sakusa was ridiculously attracted to. He was hyper-focused on the feeling of his fingertips trailing on Atsumu's skin and hair as he pulled the pants down. Atsumu's thighs were perfectly toned and smooth. Of course, he already knew that from seeing him in volleyball shorts, but boxer briefs leave a lot less to the imagination, especially up close. He worked on steadying his breathing to keep calm.

Sakusa directed Atsumu to sit back down again so that he could lift his legs, one at a time, to remove the pants without moving his ankle much. He reached over to grab the clean shorts he had set aside, but froze when he caught sight of Atsumu - sitting on his bed, in an oversized shirt, boxers, and nothing else. Atsumu's messy golden locks, pink cheeks and smooth skin made him look vulnerable and almost otherworldly.

"O-Omi?"

Sakusa suddenly realized Atsumu was looking directly at him. It was so obvious Sakusa was just staring at him with lust in his eyes.

"Umm..." Atsumu looked away in embarrassment and giggled awkwardly.

Sakusa shook his head quickly to come back to his senses. "O-oh. Sorry, got... distracted, I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned down to help Atsumu put his shorts on.

Atsumu snickered. "Damn, Omi. I know I'm hot, but can ya at least wait til I can walk?" Atsumu suddenly felt very confident.

Sakusa kept his eyes down and gave a light chuckle, flustered. "Can't help it, Atsu..." He had been caught, but his boyfriend took it well.

Atsumu reached up to play with Sakusa's soft black curls while his boyfriend gently helped pull his stretchy pajama shorts on. He shifted so Sakusa could pull them up over his substantial glutes.

"You sure these'll fit, babe?" Sakusa teased.

"Ha-Ha, Mr. Comedian." Atsumu responded sarcastically.

Once they were done, Sakusa rested his hands on Atsumu's thighs while still kneeling in front of him. He gave them a squeeze. Atsumu leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, followed by a massive yawn in his face.

"Disgusting." Sakusa said dryly, and then immediately kissed Atsumu back - another quick peck on the lips. Atsumu chuckled and dropped himself backwards onto the bed with a sigh.

Sakusa walked to the closet and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow. As he left the bedroom, Atsumu called to him. "Where ya goin'?"

Sakusa paused, "Just getting the couch set up."

"Couch?" They stared at each other for a second until Atsumu continued, "why are ya sleepin' on the couch in yer own home?"

"Well I'm not going to make an injured person sleep on the couch."

"Just sleep with me!" Atsumu shrugged. He noticed Sakusa's hesitation. "I mean... if ya don't mind... but I understand if that's too close for ya. I don't want ya to feel dirty or anything... I haven't showered, after all."

"No, no. It's not that." Sakusa walked back into the room and dropped his items on the bed. The last thing he wanted was for Atsumu to mistake his fear of getting super horny with being grossed out by his own boyfriend. "I wasn't sure you'd be okay with it. If it doesn't bother you, I'll stay."

"Yeah. Stay." The corners of Atsumu's mouth perked up into a smile, earning a relieved smile back from Sakusa.

Atsumu settled in to sleep while Sakusa went to shower and do his usual routine before bed. The coach had texted him earlier that he was excused from practice the next day, but after that he should figure out how to get back to the gym for twice daily practice with the team. They would struggle without Atsumu, but they absolutely couldn't deal with both Atsumu and Sakusa missing a game. They were both star players. Atsumu especially had a knack for keeping the team in sync and piecing plays together. Sakusa's power and precision as a spiker was easily top 3 in the league.

When Sakusa returned to the bedroom, Atsumu was passed out and snoring lightly. He grinned at the adorable love of his life when he realized something - Atsumu had used the extra blanket and pillow to create a barrier between the two sides of the bed. Even in his injured and tired state, Atsumu had been worried about Sakusa's comfort. He set up a spacer just to make sure Sakusa's mysophobia wouldn't act up.

He stood in place, one arm on his hip and the other hand over his mouth, and stared at Atsumu. He was blown away. No one in his life had ever been this accommodating of his phobia. He didn't need the blanket barrier, but he didn't want to undo Atsumu's work. He climbed into bed and laid on his side, looking at Atsumu's sleeping face. Exhaustion soon overtook him and they both slept soundly.

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Sakusa opened his eyes, vaguely aware of warm air, like breath, hitting his face. 'What time is it?' he thought. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness until he realized there was a face hovering over his own.

"A-Atsu?"

Atsumu was leaning over him, softly blowing on Sakusa's eyes to wake him. His beautiful lips pursed and pink. They were slightly wet.

"Omiii... wakey wakey..." he whispered.

"Atsu... what is it? What time is it?"

Atsumu frowned in an exaggerated fashion. "Time for you to give me attention, Omi!"

"Huh?" Sakusa sat up slowly, making Atsumu sit back on his heels.

"Aw, yer cute... but I'm done waiting, Daddy."

"D-Daddy?" Sakusa's eyes were wide open now. He looked at Atsumu and realized he was stark naked. "ATSU! W-where are your clothes?"

"I don't need them, baby." Atsumu wrapped his arms seductively around Sakusa's neck and leaned in for a kiss.

Sakusa had zero thoughts in his head. He just sat there, being kissed. Atsumu opened his eyes to look into his without breaking the kiss. He licked Sakusa's bottom lip, encouraging him to part his lips so he could slip his tongue in. At that moment, Sakusa decided to give in. He placed a hand behind Atsu's head so he could push his own tongue farther into his mouth.

"Mmm..." Atsumu moaned into the kiss.

Sakusa moved his other hand down along Atsumu's back, slowly tracing his fingers on his skin until he reached his delicious, round ass. SMACK! He gave Atsumu a spank and then grabbed a handful of ass.

"A-AH!" Atsumu gasped and quivered. "Mmm... Omiii... let me ride, Daddy."

Atsumu's face was amazingly lewd. His cheeks were red and his eyes teared up, half-closed. His lovely lips were parted, breathing heavily. Sakusa lost all sense of reason. He growled and pulled Atsumu into a straddle on his lap. He felt ravenous.

He was about to go for another kiss when a thought hit him. "Oh shit! Your leg, did I hurt you?"

"Huh?" Atsumu seemed confused.

"Your leg, doesn't it hurt?"

"What are you talking about, Omi?"

Sakusa stared at him in confusion. His eyesight became blurry and the room darkened. A moment later, his eyes shot open. He was in the bedroom. He sat up, breathing heavily.

"Ah, fuck..." he sighed. Another dream. He looked to his side and saw Atsumu laying there, sleeping quietly and very much clothed. "Dammit..." he whispered, not wanting to wake the sleeping blonde.

Sakusa checked the clock on his nightstand - 5am. It wasn't too far off from his usual waking time. He looked down and saw the shifting tent under his sheets. Morning wood again - not surprising. He decided to get up and relieve himself in the bathroom, and then continued with his usual morning routine.

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A few hours later, Atsumu blinked his eyes open. Delicate rays of sunlight peeked through the window curtains at him. He smelled breakfast in the air. 'What's mom making', he thought. 'Wait - I live alone. Who is in the kitchen?' His eyes adjusted to his surroundings and he realized he wasn't home at all.

He shot up in bed when all the memories of the day before came back to him. Then all the pain from the day before came back to him, and he groaned. In his confusion, he had used his hurt wrist to push himself up. Now it seared with pain. He held his arm up and seethed. His ankle was much more swollen than the day before and the pain radiated farther up his leg.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

"Atsu?" he heard Sakusa call from the kitchen. Atsumu didn't have the energy to yell a reply. Soon enough, Sakusa's head peeked through the doorway. "You okay, baby?"

"Ugh. Mm-hmm. Just... my wrist hurts."

Sakusa frowned. "Let's get you something to eat so you can take your pain medicine."

"Yeah..."

Sakusa brought in some pancakes and syrup on a tray, along with a glass of milk and a spoon so he could feed himself easily. The smell was delicious, and Atsumu suddenly realized he was starving. He happily dug in to his food.

"Hungry, huh?"

"Mm-hmm, I mneed caloreesh to hreal." (I need calories to heal.)

"Heh heh. Eat up, baby. There's plenty more if you want seconds. How'd you sleep?"

"Good!" Atsumu swallowed his food this time before continuing. "I really needed it. How about you? Did me being there bother ya?"

"No, no. Not at all. I slept fine. I appreciate the thought with the blanket barrier, but you don't need to do that."

"I wasn't sure. Figured I'd be careful. I mean, yer doing me the favor of taking care of me anyway."

"Thank you," Sakusa sat in the bed next to him, "but remember what I said about safe people? You're my safe person. As long as you're not covered in other people's germs, I have no issue."

"I didn't even have a shower!"

Sakusa shrugged and leaned on one arm, "Anyway, as long as you shower today, you don't need to worry about it tonight. I just didn't want to assume you'd be comfortable with sharing the same bed."

Atsumu giggled through his mouthful of pancakes and swallowed. He scooped up another spoonful and lifted it to his mouth. "We've been together so long, Omi, it's a shock to me we HAVEN'T spent a night in bed together."

Atsumu suddenly realized he had said that out loud. He froze and looked up from his plate, his mouth still open and a drippy bite of pancakes in front of his lips. He turned to see Sakusa's face turn beet red.

"Uhh, heh, yeah I guess so," Sakusa rubbed the back of his neck. He always did that when he felt awkward.

Atsumu put his spoon down and leaned back, readying himself to talk. "Not that I'm rushin' ya or anything. I've... been thinking about it a lot lately, but I don't mind moving slow."

A sudden look of realization swept over Sakusa's face. "Wait, do you mean you've been waiting for ME?"

Atsumu raised an eyebrow, "well, yeah. I'm fine waiting until yer ready. And, like, if you need me to take extra showers or there's things we just can't do, tell me."

"Atsumu..." Sakusa shook his head. He put a hand up to his forehead and scoffed.

"What? Did I say something stupid?" Atsumu asked, uncertain.

"I've just been waiting for the right time because we're both so fucking busy. We're always around the team, too. It has nothing to do with my mysophobia or not wanting to."

"So ya DO wanna have sex with me?"

Sakusa gave him such a confused look that Atsumu might as well have a horn growing out of his forehead. "Of course I do! You can say I've thought about it... a little."

Both men cracked up into laughter. It was like a heavy weight finally dropped off their shoulders, letting them relax for the first time in months.

"Whaaat? Yer tellin' me we coulda been doin' sexy stuff this whole time? What kinda time are ya waitin' fer? It doesn't have to be a whole production! Are ya gonna have acts and an intermission or some shit? AHAHA!" Atsumu couldn't hold his uproarious laughter back.

Sakusa laughed right alongside him, though. He was just so relieved. "Did you want me to just bend you over in the locker room between sets or something?"

"I don't give a shit, the first time just needs to prime the pump. We can have long, elaborate sex later. Hahaha!"

"The hell is 'elaborate' sex?" Sakusa practically collapsed on Atsumu's shoulder. They were wheezing at this point, trying to catch their breath.

"Well are ya gonna bottom or top?"

"W-WHAT?!" Sakusa paused mid-laugh to sit up straight.

"Whaddya mean, 'what?' We gotta know if one of us is gonna get ready to bottom!"

"Get ready?!" Sakusa felt his head spinning.

"Okay, yer obviously a top." Atsumu rolled his eyes. "Come on, there's nothin' to be embarrassed about. We're both adults."

After a moment of reservation, Sakusa found his courage. "Okay. Then yeah, I want to top."

"That feels right." Atsumu smiled coyly. "Now are ya naturally a top, or that's just what you wanna start with?"

"This... is a crazy conversation." Sakusa rubbed his forehead and sighed. "I'm a top. I don't have any interest in bottoming."

"That's fine, I would prefer bottom anyway. Top seems like too much work. And if I wanna take the lead, I can power bottom."

Sakusa crossed his arms and stared at his boyfriend. "How... how are you so comfortable talking about this?"

Atsumu shrugged and got back to eating his breakfast. "Ish yoo Omi." (It's you, Omi) After swallowing, "it's not like I'm gonna talk to just anybody about how I like sex, but YOU need to know." He pointed his spoon at Sakusa, and followed that with a spunky wink and clicked his tongue.

Sakusa leaned in and placed a tiny kiss on the tip of Atsumu's nose. "You're too cocky, you know." He was just inches from Atsumu's face.

"Yep!" Atsumu shoved the last bite of pancakes in his mouth while looking Sakusa in the eye. "Mmm!"

Sakusa leaned back. "Well we can't do anything anytime soon. You need to focus on healing up."

"Yeah. After I heal." Atsumu looked up expectantly. "We're gonna do it as soon as my leg's better, got it?" The confident look in his eyes was similar to that when he's got a surefire play in mind.

"Haha, sure. Then I can wreck you again, princess." Sakusa winked.

"Reeeee! Omi-Omi winked at meee!"

After their chat, Sakusa took the dishes back to the kitchen and prepped the shower while Atsumu took his medicine.

"All right, shower's hot, babe. I've got a towel and your clothes here, too." Sakusa called while leaving the bathroom. He gingerly helped Atsumu up from the bed. "Here's your crutches."

Atsumu made his way towards the bathroom when his crutches hit the doorframe, causing him to trip and fall with a crash.

"Babe?" Sakusa ran over to find Atsumu face-down and splay-legged on the floor.

"Oowww. Tsk!" Atsumu winced as he rolled over.

"What the hell happened, Atsu?" Sakusa leaned down and carefully untangled Atsumu's legs from the crutches.

"These dumb crutches, Omiii!" Atsumu stuck his lower lip out in a pout and whimpered. "Darn it, I can't even take a shower by myself," he muttered.

Sakusa sighed as he noticed Atsumu's eyes getting a familiar bleary look to them. "It's okay, Atsu."

"I'm not used to being useless, Omi." Each word had a bitter bite to it.

"You're not useless, Atsu. You're injured. That's a good reason to fall." Sakusa helped him stand, leaning him against the counter. He rubbed circles into the blonde's back to calm him, and reached his other arm out to close the bathroom door with the two of them inside. Atsumu gave him a questioning look through his watery eyes.

"I'll help you." Sakusa explained.

"What? Shower?!" Atsumu squeaked.

"I mean it's either that or a sponge bath, I guess."

Atsumu flushed red. "O-okay, yeah. I think I can at least wash myself once I'm standing in there."

"What happened to all that bravado from earlier?" Sakusa asked with a smirk.

"This is different! We aren't about to have sex. It's not sexy!"

"No way. You're always sexy."

"You're making it worse!"

"Well, do you want it sexy or not?!" Sakusa tried to contain his laughter.

"Okay, okay!" Atsumu sighed and turned to face Sakusa, yielding to the larger man. He would never admit it, but Sakusa secretly loved it when his boyfriend was flustered or needy. Okay, scratch that. He would definitely admit it.

He helped Atsumu take his shirt off and then asked quietly, "can you hold yourself up like that for a minute, baby?"

"Mkay." Atsumu leaned his head on Sakusa's shoulder and took a deep breath, tucking his nose into Sakusa's neck. "Hmm. You smell so good."

"Mm-hmm, that's because I have already showered." Sakusa taunted. His boyfriend giggled and blew a raspberry against his neck. Sakusa frowned. "Gross. One more."

Atsumu burst out laughing and pulled back with a smile. "You always know how to cheer me up, Omi."

"Ready, babe?"

Atsumu nodded, still blushing slightly. Sakusa reached down and pulled the waistband of Atsumu's pajama shorts and boxers down. He moved rather quickly - he didn't want Atsumu to notice his own blushing face - but paused when he got down to his ankle. He carefully moved the pants leg around Atsumu's elevated bad foot, trying not to move it. He made sure to keep his eyes down.

Atsumu felt his own face getting hotter. He looked down at Sakusa's mop of black curls and strong muscular shoulders, noticeable under his t-shirt. For some reason, his skin felt overly sensitive to the tips of Sakusa's fingers as they grazed his legs.

"Atsu."

"H-huh?!"

Sakusa dropped the shorts and stood up. "Put your arm around my shoulder and lean on me. I'll hold you up."

"R-right." Atsumu did as he was told.

Now that he was totally naked, Sakusa helped him to the shower. He probably didn't need to hold Atsumu's body as close as he did. In spite of how strong Atsumu was, his waistline was so soft. Knowing Atsumu had been thinking about becoming his lover made Sakusa feel unexpectedly brave. He wiggled his fingers against Atsumu's hip to tease him as they limped the few steps to the shower.

Atsumu felt his skin under Sakusa's hold turn hot and ticklish. "Mnn..." Atsumu whimpered.

Once inside the standing shower, Atsumu used the wall to steady himself. Sakusa lathered up a washcloth. "Do you want me to get your back?" Sakusa asked, only half-joking.

He hadn't realized that their sex talk from earlier had made Atsumu feel adventurous, too. "Yeah, please," Atsumu replied with a nod, facing away from Sakusa.

Sakusa froze a second, not believing he had agreed. He felt a familiar twitch in his pants. He swallowed the lump in his throat and leaned over to lightly scrub his partner's back. He worked carefully and diligently, mostly out of habit of washing himself. The shimmer of his boyfriend's soapy skin and the delicate smell of bodywash was soothing. Every trail of water trickling down Atsumu's back tested Sakusa's ability to restrain himself.

Atsumu moved his hurt hand to cover his swelling member, hoping it wasn't as obvious as it felt. "I think I can do the rest myself, Omi."

"Nope."

Atsumu paused with his mouth slightly open, and a quiet squeak escaped his lips. "Uhh... Omi?"

Sakusa leaned in close to his ear, "I got it, Atsu." At this point he was practically inside the shower stall with Atsumu. It was a decent sized shower, with sea blue tile and enough space away from the showerhead for Sakusa to stand and not be in direct line of the water. He stepped his bare feet on the tile behind Atsumu.

"O-OMI!" Atsumu's cheeks flushed pink and he turned his head back as much as his injured body would allow.

Sakusa leaned forward and gave Atsumu a short, reassuring kiss on the lips. He pulled back so that their lips were just barely brushing. "Let me take care of you, baby."

Atsumu quickly turned away, flustered. "Okay..."

"If you really don't want me to, I'll stop."

"Umm... I don't..."

Sakusa frowned, "Hmm... okay, I'll step out."

"NO! No! Let me finish! I was saying I don't want you to be grossed out by me. I mean with your germaphobia. Cleaning me...? Wouldn't that make you feel, I dunno... icky?" Atsumu looked down at his feet, water streaming around his toes toward the drain in the center. "And, well, I'm a little embarrassed, too. Hehe."

Sakusa let out a relieved breath and started scrubbing Atsumu's arms. "Actually, I find this really comforting."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, we're in the shower and you're covered in soap. You can't be more clean than you are now. Plus this way I can wash you just the way I like." He leaned in again and left a kiss on the side of Atsumu's neck.

"Ehehe, thank goodness!" Atsumu sighed happily and closed his eyes, letting the water wash his worries and embarrassment away. Seeing acceptance, Sakusa continued scrubbing, moving to the other arm and then farther down Atsumu's body. Now leaning down and washing his legs, one at a time.

"All right, turn around baby," Sakusa instructed.

Atsumu hesitated.

"Can you do it or is it too hard with your leg?"

"Umm, it's not my leg that's too hard," Atsumu said under his breath, "Just give me a sec."

Sakusa heard every word and chuckled. "You know, you don't have to hide that from me."

"Well this is kind of from zero to a hundred, Omi."

"We aren't going to a hundred. That's a bad idea with you injured."

"Aha! Since when are you this bold, Omi? Hahaha!" He steeled his nerves and leaned against the wall with his forearm, carefully turning around. Sakusa held his hands out by Atsumu's waist to catch him if he slipped. Once situated, he resumed his work, starting with Atsumu's neck and chest.

"Ah! That tickles!" Atsumu giggled when he reached his belly, getting a giggle back from his boyfriend (who didn't giggle often).

Wordlessly, Sakusa worked his way down Atsumu's body, getting both legs. He moved back upwards to Atsumu's midsection. While Atsumu wasn't rock hard, he was definitely a little excited. He noticed Atsumu trying very hard not to make eye contact.

"I'll let you finish up this part." Sakusa smiled, handing Atsumu the washcloth. He didn't want to push his luck and risk making Atsumu feel uncomfortable.

"Um... k-keep going." Atsumu said barely audibly.

"What was that?" Sakusa assumed his misheard.

Atsumu glanced at Sakusa. "Ya can keep going, ya know. I-If ya want."

Sakusa lowered his eyes with a challenging look at Atsumu. "You sure?"

Atsumu nodded quickly and held the washcloth back out. His heart was beating out of his chest and he was having a hard time keeping his breathing in check. He hoped Sakusa didn't notice how nervous he was.

"Hmm." Sakusa grunted in agreement and took the washcloth. He reloaded it with more soap.

The taller man stepped close to Atsumu - inches from his face - and watched his expression while he cleaned. He gently moved the washcloth around and under all the places between Atsumu's legs. Atsumu's dick grew and twitched. He sighed in pleasure from being touched and closed his eyes in submission. Sakusa was losing it. He took one hand behind Atsumu's neck and pulled him forward into a deep kiss. He slipped his tongue in and took note of every slick nook and cranny of Atsumu's mouth.

"Mmm..." Atsumu moaned contentedly into the kiss.

Sakusa carefully reached around to Atsumu's back and pulled him closer a tiny bit, careful not to make him lose his balance. At this point, Sakusa's clothes are pretty much soaked but he really didn't care. He pressed Atsumu against his chest, letting their hard members rub together lightly with Sakusa's shorts as a layer in between.

"A-ah..." Atsumu pulled back from the kiss to gasp.

Sakusa's deep, desire-filled stare seemed to melt Atsumu. He groaned and pulled Atsumu's body close again, continuing to grind against him while making out.

Without warning, Sakusa pushed their bodies apart slightly and got rid of the washcloth completely. He soaped his hand up and instead used that to hold and slowly pump Atsumu's hard cock.

"Haah... Omi... mmm..." Atsumu bit his lower lip, losing himself in the feeling. He was still holding himself up in the stall but starting to falter and lose his balance.

Sakusa noticed Atsumu quivering. "Come here.." He gingerly guided Atsumu's back against the tiled wall. He placed his knee in between Atsumu's legs and propped it against the wall. He wrapped Atsumu's arms around his own neck and held him up so that Atsumu could sit on his knee.

They were both panting now. The sounds of water splashing, breaths, and moaning filled the bathroom. Sakusa resumed pumping Atsumu's dick with his soapy hand. Atsumu was completely lost in the feeling now. His eyes were closed and he leaned his head on Sakusa's shoulder. Sakusa sucked on his neck and left love bites while he worked.

"Ngh... O-omi! That feels so good... Aah..." Atsumu moaned.

"Mmm... I love you, Atsu...." Sakusa whispered in his ear and continued leaving marks on his neck.

"A-AH! L-love you, too... Omi... c-close!"

"Hmm... Okay, baby."

Atsumu couldn't hold himself back anymore, but he was worried about coming on Sakusa's clothes. "Y-your pants, Omi..." Atsumu looked up.

Sakusa lifted his head to meet his stare once he realized what he was thinking. "Don't worry about it, baby... go ahead." He resumed sucking at Atsumu's neck.

Atsumu let himself relax into the feeling then. "Ngh! A-aahh! Omi..."

Sakusa was moving at a furious pace now. Soon enough, Atsumu leaned his head back against the wall with his eyes closed and moaned loudly as he spilled all over Sakusa's hand and clothes.

"Ha...haa..." Atsumu took long breaths afterwards. The steam in the bathroom made the air thick. Sakusa let him down off his knee carefully and they shared a sweet kiss.

"Mmm, I love you, Omi."

"Love you, too, Atsu."

"W-what about you?" Atsumu asked, referring to the considerable bulge in Sakusa's pants.

"I'll take care of it. Let's get you more comfortable first. You're still shaking."

Atsumu nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep himself standing up on one leg in there much longer. They finished cleaning him (again) and got him dried off and dressed. Atsumu was settled on the bed again when Sakusa got rid of his wet clothes, tearing them off shamelessly right in front of him.

"Oh my ghad..." Atsumu whispered under his breath at the sight if his hot boyfriend's... everything.

Sakusa caught him and chuckled, "like what you see, hmm?" Atsumu beamed red and slapped his hand over his mouth. Sakusa pulled a clean pair of sweatpants on and moved to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Atsumu gave Sakusa his best puppy eyes.

Sakusa turned back to him "I still have... a situation to take care of." He used a hand to push down on his uncomfortable boner.

"Stay with me... I can help, you know..." Atsumu said quietly.

Sakusa was tempted, but shook his head. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, baby. You should sit still."

"Omi! No fair!" Atsumu whined.

Sakusa snorted a laugh. "What's not fair?"

Atsumu looked down at his hands and twiddled his thumbs meekly. "I-I want to touch you, too..."

Sakusa's throbbing intensified. He scoffed, putting a hand up to his face. "Well how am I supposed to say no to that?" he asked softly.

"Yay!" Atsumu cheered, leading them both to laughter.

"But don't hurt your hand again, babe."

"C-can I use my mouth?"

Sakusa didn't know what to do with himself at this point. His adorable lover's modesty was nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't get enough of it. He walked over and sat next to Atsumu on the bed, leaning against the headrest. "Be my guest."

Sakusa reached over and caressed Atsumu's cheek with his hand. Atsumu leaned over for a kiss. They made out passionately for a few minutes, petting each other's bodies as they did. Atsumu grabbed a pillow and tossed it on the floor. Sakusa stopped kissing him and gave him a questioning look.

"You're gonna have to help me up after." Atsumu smiled slyly.

He scooted across the bed and carefully lowered himself down to his knees on the pillow. He positioned himself so that his hurt leg wasn't uncomfortable, and the pillow kept it slightly elevated from the ground.

He was now kneeling at the edge of the bed, facing it. He made grabby hands at Sakusa. "C'mere Omi," he called.

"You sure?" Sakusa was impressed by his ingenuity, but was still skeptical.

"Omi, get the hell over here and let your boyfriend suck you off before I get really mad." He pouted angrily.

"Yessir." Sakusa laughed as he moved to the edge in front of Atsumu, with his legs off the side of the bed.

Atsumu grinned and helped Sakusa pull the waistband of his sweatpants down, releasing his hard dick. "Damn, Omi." Atsumu remarked at the size of it up close. "Yer gonna fuckin' break me some day."

"Heh, I'll try not to, baby." Sakusa replied, leaning back and anticipating Atsumu's soft lips.

Atsumu wrapped his fingers around Sakusa's cock and squeezed lightly.

"Ah!"

Atsumu paid close attention to Sakusa's sounds and reactions. He licked a line straight up, earning another soft moan from his boyfriend. Excited, Atsumu got to work. He started with his good hand, pumping Sakusa's dick slowly to get him ready. Once he felt it was as hard as possible, he took the tip in his mouth and used his tongue to lick around the head. Wrapping his luscious lips tightly and sliding slowly down, he started sucking and moving his head.

Sakusa moaned and gasped along the way, eventually placing a hand on top of Atsumu's head to help guide his speed. Atsumu knew exactly what he was doing - his mouth was a hard seal around the shaft, and he sucked hard. Atsumu hummed into it, creating a vibration that was completely new for Sakusa.

Atsumu placed his forearm on his boyfriend's inner thigh for leverage as he sped up. He enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped in Sakusa's strong legs. Atsumu gripped his hip crease by his face in excitement. He was sucking at a fever pitch now, and soon enough Sakusa felt himself boiling over.

"Ah... Atsu... I'm almost..."

Atsumu moaned in response, clearly not planning to pull away. He sped up a little more, leaving messy spittle foaming at the base of Sakusa's member as he went.

"Ngh, ahh..." Sakusa came into Atsumu's mouth. He clutched Atsumu's hair while he did it, holding him steady. Atsumu could feel it hitting the back of his throat forcefully. "Hmm..."

Once Sakusa's orgasm settled and came to a stop, Atsumu pulled off of him with a 'pwah!' He swallowed and caught his breath.

"Oh, Atsu..." Sakusa leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Atsumu's face to pull it up into a kiss. "Mmm, you are so fucking good, Atsu."

Atsumu giggled and Sakusa touched their foreheads together. They couldn't believe how in love they both were. Despite everything going on in their lives, they were truly happy because they had each other.

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The next several weeks went by without incident. Atsumu stayed with Sakusa during his entire recovery. Sakusa always made sure he had what he needed before leaving for practice, and cared for him every night. They continued getting used to each other's constant presence and exploring their sexual boundaries together. They still hadn't had full-on sex, but they did pretty much everything else they could while Atsumu was healing.

Finally, they were at volleyball practice together again. In this most recent week, Atsumu was permitted to join the rest of his team in basic drills. A little physical therapy to get him back into athletic shape went a long way, too. Today, he was allowed to play in his first practice game since his injury. Atsumu had been itching to get back on the court and everyone could see the fire behind his eyes, Sakusa included. This intense presence was one of Sakusa's favorite traits in his boyfriend.

"Omi! Omi! Ya better watch me, kay?" Atsumu jumped and waved his hand like an excited child.

They were both on the same team for this practice. His own teammates formed their opponents. Sakusa stood on the court, leaning his hands on his knees and watching Atsumu closely, who was getting ready to serve. He smiled and nodded. Atsumu served and the game kicked off. Things were pretty even for much of the game, which was to be expected. Even though this wasn't a competitive game, that didn't stop the players from giving it their all. There was no middle-ground when it came to their passion.

The game had gone on longer than expected, and the score was close. The next point would decide the match. Atsumu was playing well, and he and Sakusa were moving like they could read each others' mind. The ball was served and the rally was on. The ball flew back and forth across the net several times, but somehow both teams had been able to keep it in the air. The ball was on their side and headed to Atsumu. The trajectory was perfect for a set. Just then, Sakusa's keen eyes saw the opening he needed in the opponent's defense. He started his run up to the net, carefully controlling his moves and speed to get to the net at just the right time.

"Atsu!" he called.

Atsumu immediately knew what to do. He set the ball up and overhead, sending it towards the net at just the right height for the tall spiker. Sakusa jumped, swinging his arm back to propel himself toward the ball, spiking it with a massive amount of force. The ball flew down over the net, hitting the court just inches into the opposing side.

They did it!

Their side won, and Atsumu and Sakusa were key players in scoring the winning point. The team cheered and ran to high five each other. Some ran to the net to make fun of their losing teammates in a good-natured fashion. Atsumu ran straight to Sakusa and threw himself at the sweaty spiker. Sakusa caught him and spun around, lifting Atsumu in the air as he did.

"Wow, Omi! Did ya see?!" Atsumu's eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

"Ahaha, yes of course I saw. I hit it, didn't I?" Sakusa chuckled and let Atsumu back down.

"Well? How'd I do?"

"You did great, Atsumu. It's like you were never injured. Better than ever." Sakusa smiled sincerely - something only Atsumu ever got to see.

Atsumu beamed. He was thrilled to be praised by his boyfriend, his teammate, and his spiker all in one. He giggled and buried his face into Sakusa's chest. The rest of the team came around and the two separated to congratulate and shake hands with the rest of the team.

Afterwards, the players got together for a final meeting where the coach reminded them they wouldn't have practice tomorrow due to the coaches going on a scouting trip. The coach held Atsumu back after the meeting to go over the plan to get him fully caught up in training and reintegrated into the team, now that he proved he was ready. Most of the team had gone into the locker room already, but Sakusa stood by to hear the plan. By the time the two went to the locker rooms to change and shower, the rest of the team had already left for the night.

The coach poked his head into the locker room and called to them. "Miya! Sakusa! I have to hit the road, it's a long drive. Can you lock up?"

Sakusa turned to him, shirtless. "Yes, Coach. Leave the spare, will you?"

The coach tossed the spare key to Sakusa, who caught it easily. "Here you go. See you both in a couple days." Atsumu waved from behind a bank of lockers and wished the coach a safe trip. Sakusa only nodded.

"Omi, do ya want me to clean up the shower for ya?" Atsumu asked. He was now standing next to Sakusa with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah, if you don't mind, babe."

Atsumu knew well Sakusa's cleaning habit before taking a shower, since these were shared among the whole team. He preferred to take a shower before anyone else, but he didn't get the chance this time. It would definitely need a good cleaning first. Atsumu was pretty much the only other person he trusted to clean to his liking.

Atsumu happily trotted to the showers carrying a basket of cleaning supplies. Inside, he started spraying the stall down with disinfectant. He had just finished wiping down the faucet handles with alcohol wipes when he heard soft footsteps behind him.

"Oh, Omi! It's all ready for you. I was gonna shower in the next stall, but I can wait til yer done if ya want the place to yerself."

Sakusa leaned his arm on the freshly disinfected wall with a smirk on his face. "Why would you do that? Just shower in here with me."

Atsumu blushed. Even though they showered together a few times during his recovery, it was in the privacy of Sakusa's place and always started off for a practical reason - he needed help maneuvering. This time, there was no such pretense.

He gulped, looking down at his feet. "W-well, if it doesn't bug ya... I-I'd like that." He glanced meekly up into Sakusa's eyes.

Sakusa snorted a short laugh and approached his boyfriend. They were both wearing towels around their waists, but were otherwise naked. He walked up so close to Atsumu, they could just barely feel their chests touching.

Atsumu thought he was coming in for a kiss so he closed his eyes. He didn't feel anything after a moment, so he opened his eyes again to see Sakusa staring directly at his face. Sakusa reached up over and behind Atsumu to reach the tap, turning it on and adjusting it to a good temperature for a hot shower. The shower turned on, spraying the area right next to them. Atsumu somehow felt so nervous that the sound of the water startled him. He jumped a bit, making Sakusa react.

"Heheh, you okay there, honeybee?" Sakusa smiled at him. "You're so cute when you're shy."

He reached a hand up to caress Atsumu's cheek. Atsumu closed his eyes and leaned into the soft touch with a hum.

Sakusa reached down and carefully slipped his fingers into the towel around Atsumu's waist, loosening it slowly, making sure Atsumu had a chance to protest. He didn't. The towel slipped down off of him and into Sakusa's hand. He leaned in to kiss Atsumu softly on the lips, still holding his face with the other hand. Then, he stepped away to hang the towel up. Sakusa reached down to take his own towel off, but paused when he heard Atsumu.

"Wait, Omi." Atsumu reached his arms around Sakusa's waist. "Let me." Atsumu did the same, slipping his fingers into Sakusa's towel and loosening it off of his waist. He hung the towel up by his own.

Now that they were both bare, Sakusa wrapped his arms around Atsumu's waist and pulled his body close. They smiled into a kiss. Sakusa pushed Atsumu backwards towards the stream of water. Under the water, Atsumu closed his eyes and tilted his head up, letting the water stream over his face and down his body. Sakusa watched as the water glittered and flowed over his skin. His blonde hair wilted and shone. He loved seeing Atsumu wet.

Atsumu used his hands to sweep his hair back and wipe the water from his eyes. He stepped forward and led Sakusa by his waist to switch places with him under the water. Then it was Sakusa's turn. Opposite to Atsumu, Sakusa tilted his head forward. His long curls hung in front of his face as the water dripped off of each strand. The water flowed over the back of his neck and down his body, too. Atsumu was mesmerized as Sakusa's toned muscles glistened when wet.

Once his boyfriend was fully soaked, Atsumu held his hands in his own and pulled him forward out of the water. He brushed his hands over Sakusa's curls to push them back and away from his face. Sakusa wiped some water from his brow and leaned down, pulling Atsumu into a deep kiss. He licked Atsumu's bottom lip, encouraging him to open up and let him in. Their tongues pushed against each other and they sucked into the other's mouth. It was a messy, lustful kiss. It was all tongue and lips and spit and desire.

They gasped for breath each time they broke apart for a second, and quickly came together again. Their hands explored their wet bodies. Sakusa spent most of his time with one hand on the back of Atsumu's neck holding him in place, and the other squeezing his voluptuous ass. Atsumu loved it when Sakusa was greedy and domineering. Atsumu's breathing got louder as he started to lose himself. He melted into Sakusa's arms and chest. He was facing upwards but at a sharp enough angle that Sakusa practically had to hold him up so he wouldn't slip straight down onto the tile floor. This was his way of signaling that he wanted Sakusa to take the lead.

Sakusa got the point. He stuck his tongue farther down Atsumu's throat and pulled him back under the water. He pushed Atsumu against the wall and slapped one hand on the wall next to his head in a kabedon position.

"Mmm... Atsu... I fucking... love... you..." Sakusa said in breathy whispers in between kisses.

Atsumu just moaned in response. He moved his hands from touching Sakusa's strong chest to around his neck, pushing his forearms down on Sakusa's strong shoulders and sliding one leg up around his waist. Quickly, Sakusa reached one arm down under Atsumu's elevated thigh, and reached his other hand down to hoist him up. Atsumu was now pinned between his boyfriend's body and the wall, with both legs wrapped around Sakusa's waist. Sakusa held him under his thighs and ass.

They continued their makeout session. Since they were alone in the gym, the only sounds that could be heard were trickling water, lips smacking, soft moans and heavy panting. Sakusa moved to Atsumu's neck, releasing his mouth.

"A-ah! Omm-mi... Omi!" Atsumu bit his bottom lip.

They were both raging hard at this point. Atsumu could feel Sakusa's pulsing cock shift under his body. He threaded his fingers into Sakusa's wet hair and tugged.

"Nnn... Omi... I-I can't..."

Sakusa paused. "Hmm?"

"I c-can't wait anymore... Omi..." Atsumu looked Sakusa in the eye with a pained expression. Tears were collecting at the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed. "I wanna do it... now." He emphasized the last word.

Sakusa groaned, "Fuuuck..." He gave Atsumu's neck one last kiss and put him back down. "Hang on."

Atsumu lowered his legs carefully, leaning against the wall to balance himself. Sakusa wiped his face to get the water out of his eyes and wandered out of the stall. He knew they had lubricants used in sports first aid that should work. He dug through the first aid cabinet in the locker room. He was sloppy, tossing things he didn't need on the counter until he found what he was looking for. He checked the ingredients quickly to make sure it was safe for Atsumu.

Sakusa made his way back to the shower, still nude and dripping wet. He came back into view of Atsumu, who looked sexier than ever. He was leaning under the water, his head tilted back against the wall and his eyes bleary. He was still panting. Sakusa practically growled when he got back to him - pulling him into another rough kiss.

Atsumu whined. Sakusa pulled him off the wall and spun him around so he was facing away. "Atsu..." he licked a spot on the back of Atsumu's neck, "Will you bend over for me, baby?"

"Mnn... uh-huh." Atsumu breathed out a response and bent forward a little, placing his hands on the wall. Sakusa caressed a hand slowly down Atsumu's beautiful back, giving his glutes a good slap when he got there. Atsumu jolted and then felt Sakusa's fingers slide in between his cheeks, smearing lubricant on him. "Ahh... mmm, that feels good, Omi..."

Sakusa held Atsumu by the waist with one hand, using his other to slip one, then two fingers into him. Atsumu moaned and tilted a little farther forward. He carefully moved his fingers in and out, watching as water continued flowing down Atsumu's back. It was so hot. He continued as he felt Atsumu's body tremble around his fingers. He slipped one more finger into Atsumu and moved them around to help spread him out.

"Haa, AH! Omi! Th-that's good..." Atsumu arched his back more.

"Hmm, Atsu? Can I...?" Sakusa was reaching his limit.

"Y-yeah, I'm ready baby. Just... b-be gentle, okay?" Atsumu turned his head to look back at Sakusa with a dreamy look in his eyes.

Sakusa sighed a long breath to calm himself. How was he supposed to be gentle when his lover looked like that? "Mm-hmm, I'll try, love."

Atsumu smiled and turned back to the wall, bending over a little farther. "O-okay, I'm ready." He waited.

Sakusa nodded and put more lubricant onto his own member, lining it up with Atsumu's succulent ass. He massaged the head against his hole and heard Atsumu make a small surprised noise. Atsumu stepped up onto the balls of his feet instinctively and Sakusa bent his knees slightly. He started to push in, very slowly.

"Hnnn..." Atsumu reacted.

Sakusa continued pushing slowly and he could feel Atsumu push back against him, making it way harder to resist taking him roughly. "Mmm, holy fuck, Atsu." This was really testing Sakusa's patience.

Once the widest part was in, he paused. He placed both hands on either side of Atsumu's hips and squeezed. "How's that, Atsu?"

"Mm, good. Just give me a m-minute." Atsumu took a deep breath, readying himself. He shifted his body against Sakusa, spreading his legs a little wider. "Mkay, Omi." he gave a nod. "I love you."

Sakusa smiled. "I love you too, Atsu."

He reached one arm forward and placed it on Atsumu's shoulder for leverage. His other hand stayed on Atsumu's waist. With that, Sakusa pulled Atsumu back onto himself and thrust forward in one go.

"A-AH!" Atsumu threw his head back in pleasure.

Sakusa pushed himself in as far as he could and held Atsumu there, both of them giving a low moan as they held the pose for a second. Atsumu's body twitched at the feeling of fullness.

Atsumu started grinding his hips back and forth, asking for more. "M-move, Omi..." he pleaded.

Sakusa grunted in agreement and pulled his dick out of Atsumu slowly. Atsumu let out a long, soft moan as he did. Then he angled himself differently and pushed right back in.

This time he must've hit the perfect spot, because Atsumu practically jumped and let out a loud, lewd scream. "Hyaaan! A-AH!" was following by fast panting.

Sakusa didn't wait, he continued thrusting and pulling Atsumu in a swift, skillful motion, using his hands to help control his lover's body. Atsumu went wild with moans and loud noises. His mind was blank except for the thought of his 'Omi' inside of him. He started repeating his boyfriend's name in between each cry.

"Ngh, baby... s-so good... ah..." Sakusa closed his eyes and let himself soak in the pleasure. Atsumu felt amazing from the inside.

"Haa, nnn... Omi... F-faster! More!"

Sakusa was surprised by Atsumu's unexpected demands, but he didn't dare deny his lover. He leaned forward far enough for his hand to touch the wall. Keeping his other hand on Atsumu's hip, he thrust even faster and blended hard grinding in with it.

"Mm, HYAAH! Ahh... Omiii! Oh gosh... so good!"

They were moving at a frenetic pace now. Atsumu was up on his toes and his ass was higher up in the air than his head at this point. He was leaning so far against the wall that his face pressed up against it. Drool fell from his mouth and water continued to splash over the both of them. Sakusa's curls hung limp around his head, dripping and swaying with his movement. He grunted and moaned loudly as he moved.

"Huff... Omi... close! I'm close, Omi..."

"Mmm... me too, baby... go ahead..." Sakusa moved his hand to Atsumu's dick, wrapping his fingers around and pumping in time with his thrusts.

"A-AH! Ahhh, Omi... S-stay... inside..."

Sakusa looked up to make sure he heard right, but he didn't question the blonde's direction. He kept thrusting as they both came to orgasm.

"Nnn... AHH! Ahhhh..." Atsumu came hard, throwing his head back and arching upwards. He clutched the arm that was still holding his hip. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.

Sakusa continued thrusting through Atsumu's orgasm, making it last even longer. He then let himself go, pushing hard into Atsumu and holding himself in place. "NGH! Ahh... "

He grinded his hips as he came into Atsumu, driving Atsumu's now super-sensitive body to an even more intense finish. His legs trembled as Sakusa held firmly onto him. They held still as they came down off the adrenaline of their orgasms, gasping for air where they stood.

Slowly, Sakusa pulled himself out of Atsumu. They both groaned as he exited. A dribble of white foam followed. Atsumu was a bit wobbly, so he stood slowly. As soon as he turned, Sakusa wrapped him up into a big hug, holding him up. Atsumu held on tightly, laying his head on Sakusa's chest as his breathing slowed.

"Omi... that was... fuckin' amazing."

They chuckled.

"Hmm, it was great for me, too, baby." Sakusa kissed the top of Atsumu's head tenderly.

Atsumu smiled wide and lifted his head to give Sakusa a quick peck on the lips.

"Ready to go home, honeybee?"

Atsumu nodded and closed his eyes again, leaning his head back on Sakusa's shoulder.

"Okay then, let's clean up."

Atsumu didn't make a move to do it himself, so Sakusa helped him clean up and then finished washing his own body. Atsumu was still a little off balance, so he helped him dry off and get dressed. They made sure to pick up the mess they had left behind in the locker room.

Soon enough, they made their way out of the gym and locked up. Atsumu leaned on Sakusa and they walked home arm-in-arm.

There was a slight chill in the evening air. Atsumu snuggled close. "I guess I should start packing when we get back, huh?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Sakusa asked absentmindedly.

"Well, I'm better now. I can take care of myself. Should probably move back to my own place." He spoke casually as they walked.

"Or you could... not." Sakusa said while still looking straight ahead.

"Huh?" Atsumu's head whipped to the side to look at Sakusa.

"Just stay."

"Omi..." he asked with a grin. "Are ya askin' me to move in with ya?"

"No." Sakusa replied, stone-faced.

"Oh..." Atsumu lowered his eyes quietly, clearly disappointed.

Sakusa looked over at him and smiled. "I'm TELLING you to move in with me."

Atsumu's eyes sparked and he beamed a big, toothy smile. "Heh heh! Well, if my lover says so, there isn't much I can do against it."

"That's right." Sakusa said matter-of-factly with a single nod.

Atsumu's childlike excitement was infectious. He started hopping up and down in celebration. Sakusa couldn't help but smile.

"Hey Omi, wanna go again when we get home? OUR home?! Holy shit, I can call it OUR home now!"

Sakusa chuckled under his mask. "Can you handle another round?"

"Yeeeah, I can handle it! Who do you think I am?"

"Okay... but this time I want to watch your face while we do it - and no covering it with your hands either." Sakusa lowered his brow and gave Atsumu a devilish smirk.

"Oooh, spicy! I like spicy Omi!"

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