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It was nearing 3 A.M. when Kiyoomi finally left his hunched over position from his desk, taking a break to stretch his sore and cramped muscles from the spot he had been sitting at for the last five hours. He had been diligently studying away at drug interactions and structures for his organic chemistry class. Whilst he was well versed in the interactions, he was having trouble identifying how two seemingly random structures would have side effects when combined. It was a pain in his ass really, but he had a test coming up so studying until he had it all memorized was all he could do.
When he left his room he expected the kitchen to be empty due to the late hour but lo and behold, sitting at the counter was his roommate and big fat crush: Miya Atsumu.
“Miya? Why are you awake at this hour?” he called from the doorway to the kitchen. Miya’s head turned to meet his gaze and broke into a soft smile as he met the other man’s eyes.
“Still studying. Y’know how it is Omi-kun. Empirical sciences and all that jazz,” he said with a flippant wave of his hand at the laptop that was sitting in front of him. Kiyoomi walked over and noticed that Miya had out two cups of steaming tea. Wait two?
Atsumu noticed Kiyoomi’s gaze at the double set of mugs and offered him one in an outstretched hand.
“Still seepin’ but was just about to offer ya this one when ya came out. I’d say ya got pretty convenient timing huh Omi-kun.” Atsumu let out a soft chuckle as he picked up his own mug, blowing off the billowing steam.
Atsumu took a sip of his own tea, closing his amber eyes to revel in the slightly bitter taste, allowing Kiyoomi time to carefully watch over his features as they relaxed. It was a beautiful sight really, causing a faint blush to paint over the apples of Kiyoomi’s cheeks. He took a sip of his own tea a little too fast hoping to cover the spreading blush behind his mug, burning his mouth.
Kiyoomi slammed down the mug on the counter, cursing as he felt his tongue throb in pain. He stuck his tongue out gingerly hoping for the cool room air to help soothe the ache but to no avail. Atsumu stood up from his spot and ran to the kitchen sink, grabbing a paper towel. He doused the thing in cool water before rushing back to Kiyoomi’s side.
“Here. hold it to your tongue it should help some,” he said as he placed the dripping wad of paper on Kiyoomi’s tongue, looking into his eyes for reassurance that this was okay. The blush on Kiyoomi’s cheeks spread up further, heating his ears to feel as hot as the tea had.
“Tanks,” he mumbled over the wad in his mouth, before gently removing it from Atsumu’s hands.
They stayed like that for a few heartbeats before Atsumu spoke up, quietly as if whispering to himself.
“I could always kiss it better y’know.”
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‘HUH?! Did Kiyoomi just hear that right? Is he dreaming? He really wishes Motoya was here to slap him awake. Surely he must have fallen asleep at his desk.’
In his daze, Kiyoomi’s hand fell from where it was by his mouth, his jaw going slack. He looked at Atsumu’s face searching for any kind of hint this could be another elaborate prank of his, but all he found instead was the damning evidence that what he had heard was right for right there across that bastardly beautiful face was an equally red blush blooming.
In the quietest tone he could muster, he whispered out one simple but desperate word.
“Please?”
Before he knew it two soft and plush lips were pressed against his. It was happening, Atsumu was really kissing him and it wasn’t a dream. Before he even had a chance to kiss back Atsumu pulled away slowly, opening his eyes to stare back into the deep depths of Kiyoomi’s. Their faces were barely an inch apart and it would be so very easy to move back in for another kiss. All he had to do was…
It was a clash of teeth and tongues more than a kiss. They were in Kiyoomi’s room now, studies long forgotten. Hands were eagerly roaming across his body, rucking up his shirt urging and clawing off the offending piece of clothing. All he could do to preserve some shred of his sanity was walk the pair backwards and onto his bed. His knees hit the edge of the bed and before he could even process it he was staring back at amber eyes as they hovered over him, soft pants brushing against his face.
“Hey,” he whispered into the air between the two.
“Hi,” Atsumu murmured back, leaning forward again to press a chaste kiss to the twin moles above his brow.
Atsumu seemed to pause for a moment, finally taking stock of the situation they had found themselves in. He hovered his hand beside Kiyoomi’s cheek like he wanted to touch, but was waiting for permission to do so.
Kiyoomi nuzzled into Atsumu’s warm palm, turning to return the previous kiss. He noted the warmth and groundedness his hand brought to the moment.
Atsumu’s breath hitched in his throat, his cheeks tinting a rosy hue. It was cute to see how easily flustered he could get the blonde.
Kiyoomi looked down between their bodies, noticing the tent in Atsumu’s sweats as he raked his gaze down his figure.
“Oh-,” Kiyoomi let out. Atsumu subsequently glanced at his own bulge realizing how painfully pent up he already was with just mere minutes of making out. He groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face in embarrassment.
“I,” Kiyoomi started before pausing. “I can help with that if you want,” he offered meekly. The blush that had previously painted his face turned an even darker shade.
Before he could even think about it, he bent his knee, angling it to brush against Atsumu’s crotch, providing just enough friction for the man above him. Atsumu’s body followed it's instinctual drive for pleasure and ground down against the offered limb.
The moan Atsumu let out was breathtaking in Kiyoomi’s mind and the perfect cacophony of sound he didn’t realize he needed to hear.
He pressed in again harder this time earning him an even deeper moan.
Atsumu let out a high whine of Kiyoomi’s name, continuing to rut down against his leg like a bitch in heat.
Atsumu slowly made his way up Kiyoomi’s body, stopping when their erections were flush before grinding down again causing the pair to let out breathy moans. Atsumu repeated the motion, causing Kiyoomi’s eyes to roll back in ecstasy.
Such simple pleasure.
He could feel Atsumu’s gaze on him as he rolled his hips up into another rock of the blonde’s hips.
Their moans together was like music to Kiyoomi’s ears and he needed to keep hearing it again and again.
As their hips came together over and over, Kiyoomi snaked a hand between them, pawing at Atsumu’s sweats to get them and his boxers off. Feeling the outline of him wasn’t enough anymore, he needed to have his hands on Atsumu now. Atsumu being the gentleman he was helped shimmy his sweats down to mid thigh, revealing his cock to Kiyoomi. In turn he ripped down Kiyoomi’s shorts and wiggled them off his body, throwing them who knows where across the room.
Kiyoomi’s breath caught in his throat as he took stock of Atsumu’s cock. Sure he had felt big but boy had he underestimated it. Atsumu’s cock was coke can thick. Oh how he couldn’t wait to feel him against his skin. He was sure that once he got a hand around him he wouldn’t be able to touch his finger tips together.
And that’s exactly the theory he tested out. Kiyoomi spit in his palm before he reached his hand down between their bodies to grab both their cocks together. The slide was barely enough to get them going but Atsumu’s pretty moan made it sound like he was getting the best hand job of his life.
He worked his hand over their tips to gather the budding pre before making one long stroke down their shafts and up over again to wet their lengths.
Kiyoomi’s room was a symphony of moans and whines he was drawing out of the both of them. Atsumu babbling out slurs of Kiyoomi’s name and the word ‘baby’ over and over again. Kiyoomi himself was mostly quiet but his face was flushed crimson in his haze of lust.
He could feel himself getting ever near the edge and if the twitches of Atsumu’s cock were anything to go by he was getting close too.
Between breathy moans Kiyoomi paused.
“Atsumu please please please tell me you’re close,” Kiyoomi was teetering on a knife’s edge, ready to explode. There was only so much he could due to stave off his impending orgasm when he was fulfilling one of his longest running wet dreams.
Thankfully Atsumu answered with a “Yes, so close Omi,” breathed into his ear. Then Atsumu was batting away Kiyoomi’s hand, replacing it with his own. Kiyoomi could feel the rough calluses on Atsumu’s palm brush over his already sensitive head and really that was all it took before pure ecstasy crashed into him. He could feel the static and stars all the way from the tips of his toes to the root of his hair and oh wow was it amazing.
Atsumu was still stroking them together, using Kiyoomi’s cum to aid the slide further and with a high-pitched moan, he too was falling into ecstasy with Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi was so far gone he couldn’t even be bothered with the idea of cleaning up despite the mess on his stomach. Thankfully, Atsumu, ever the gentleman he is, offered to get up and grab a damp washcloth from their shared bathroom.
When he returned, Kiyoomi was still floating in and out of the ebbing waves of pleasure. The coldness of the washcloth quickly brought him back to planet Earth however.
After cleaning themselves up and putting their clothes back on, there was still a large question looming over them. So. What were they now?
The pair sat at the edge of Kiyoomi’s bed awkwardly, side by side, hands almost touching when they both spoke up at the same time.
“I-”
“Kiyoomi-”
They both blushed when they realized they had spoken at the same moment.
“You first,” Atsumu offered.
Kiyoomi steeled himself with a deep breath before speaking.
“Atsumu. I really like you. I’ve let my feelings steep for a very long time now and after tonight I’m unsure if I can go back to just being roommates or even friends. I know you may not feel the same way but I just have to let you know.”
Then there were those soft lips back on his. Kiyoomi’s eyes shot open (when had he closed them?) and there Atsumu was in his blonde, 184cm glory, kissing Sakusa Kiyoomi for the second time that night.
Atsumu pulled back before breathing in sharply.
“Kiyoomi, I like ya too. And if ya couldn’t tell by the last few events of the evenin’, I mean as more than just friends too. I wanna be with ya. That is, if you’ll have me,” he finished.
And then he was leaning forward, closing the gap between them again, pressing his lips to Atsumu’s.
“Of course I’ll have you, Atsumu. Who else?”
Atsumu’s following smile was one to rival the sun, but the kiss that came after was sweeter than honey.