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"I have some gossip for you."
Kiyoomi peered up from his phone as he was idly scrolling through twitter, catching up on whatever was going in the volleyball world since he'd come to the cafe straight from the gym with Rintarou to meet up with Keiji. It was uncommon that both of them were in Osaka at the same time, but Keiji was here to visit his husband and Rintarou could stay an extra couple days after their game yesterday.
Kiyoomi assumed they'd want to spend time with their significant others, however Keiji asked the group chat this morning if they were free for lunch and Kiyoomi was happy to take up the offer, he missed Keiji and having Rintarou here too was a treat. Rintarou had posted a picture with Kiyoomi at the gym and their fans were going insane as they always did, declaring that their ship stocks were up or… whatever… these people would ship him with a loaf of bread if they declared it sexy enough.
"Do tell." Rintarou said before taking a sip of his iced coffee, they were seated on the second floor of this cafe, the window was facing the busy street below.
"Hinata broke up with Kageyama last week or so, apparently he's been crushing on Atsumu." Keiji said as Kiyoomi's eyebrows furrowed, "I heard it from Kenma and since you've yet to do anything about your own crush on him, I thought I'd be nice enough to give you a heads up."
"… Thank you." Kiyoomi clicked his tongue, he had the odd feeling that their teammate was being too flirty with Atsumu as of late, but he dismissed it due to Hinata just being friendly, "And you're sure that's why they broke up? I haven't heard anything…"
"I don't think he has any intention of announcing it to everyone, but he seems to think he has a real chance with Atsumu." Keiji said as Kiyoomi's irritation only grew within him, "Kenma didn't go into specifics, however he just can't stop talking about your setter and is dying to—"
"Okay, I get it." Kiyoomi rolled his eyes as Rintarou snickered to the side of him, "… I don't think Atsumu likes him back, he's never talked about him like… that. Do you know anything, Rintarou?"
"I can ask if you're that curious." Rintarou goes to reach for his phone as the temptation is certainly overwhelming, "If anything, he hasn't really mentioned fixating on anyone since breaking up with his ex, the whole… trying to stay single for longer than a month, thing."
Right, his ex girlfriend, they dated for a two and a half years and Kiyoomi signed on with MSBY last summer. He had to keep his crush under control whenever he happened to be alone with Atsumu and that only got more difficult when they became roommates just this spring. Koutarou moved out into his own place as he sought out more privacy with Keiji, Atsumu was looking for a nicer place to stay that wasn't cramped and tiny, so… Kiyoomi offered for them to move into an apartment together once his lease ran out.
It was both the best and worst decision of his life. He may have celebrated with his friends when Atsumu casually mentioned that he was single and Kiyoomi thought maybe he'd have a chance with his setter. However he didn't really know… how to make a move on someone, nonetheless a guy that he's been crushing on since high school and he only recently learned that Atsumu was bisexual.
"He's been single since April." Kiyoomi noted, it was November now and the season was in full swing. Kiyoomi likes to think they'd grown a little closer since then… Atsumu was quite tolerable to live with if he pushed his feelings aside. There was a lack of girlfriend and Atsumu never brought anyone else back to their apartment, leading Kiyoomi to think that he just took them to love hotels or messed around elsewhere.
"It's time for you to strike, Kiyoomi." Keiji said, "I will not listen to another year of you pining for this man, especially if he starts dating Hinata."
"Oh yes, it'll be absolutely dreadful, can you imagine?" Rintarou chimed in, "how cute they'll be during practice, all the kissing and hugging and oh my god, you'll get to hear them have sex because I know those walls are thin."
"I actually despise the both of you." Kiyoomi grumbled as his best friends just smiled back at him, "What am I supposed to do… just confess to him out of the blue? It'll be awkward if he rejects me, then I'll have to move overseas to save myself the humiliation."
"You don't have to make it a whole thing, just test the waters." Rintarou suggested as Keiji hummed in agreement, "Osamu was too shy to ever properly ask me out, so I just nudged him in the right direction by making out with him after we won a game."
"Koutarou asked me out a week after I graduated, I feel like he would've done it earlier if were in the same year, but I might have pushed him away for some time…" Keiji said, "anyway, if Atsumu won't do anything, you have to take this in your own hands."
"Right…" Kiyoomi nodded, his gaze drifting towards the window and those who were bustling about on the sidewalk and cars waiting for the traffic light to turn. He was certain there could be a little flame between them, the way Atsumu would look at Kiyoomi or his dirty jokes that had Kiyoomi blushing. Atsumu was the first person Kiyoomi would go to and the setter often described Kiyoomi as his best friend when he did interviews, they could easily be more than that if Atsumu would allow.
"Don't wait around too long though, Hinata is on the move." Rintarou had to remind him.
That's how Kiyoomi wound up walking out of the showers three days later, towel tied low around his waist with a half baked plan after their practice. They'd be traveling to Tokyo sometime next week and Kiyoomi couldn't give Hinata the chance to snag Atsumu alone in a hotel room, he needed to act now. Or very, very soon.
Hinata was going all out during practice, the hearts in his big brown eyes whenever Atsumu looked in his direction disgusted Kiyoomi on every single level possible. The flirting, the innuendos, how obvious Hinata was about liking Atsumu… and the setter was either completely clueless or simply not interested. Atsumu was a natural flirt, that's one of the traits that drove Kiyoomi mad early in their friendship and hated that heartthrob smile he'd flash at Kiyoomi with his stupid boyish charm.
But Atsumu is single, Kiyoomi is single and Hinata just needs to stay in his own fucking lane. He walked towards the lockers to see that Hinata was sitting on the bench, towels loose around his bare shoulders and around his waist. They were talking about something Kiyoomi didn't care about and Atsumu was first to notice him stroll in, his eyes briefly flickering down to possibly (?) check out Kiyoomi's chest.
Kiyoomi could also be reading into things, but how else would he figure out if Atsumu liked him? He'd always let his own perverted gaze linger on Atsumu's sunkissed skin and his toned body when they were bare ass naked in the locker room. No scratches, no hickeys, no other signs of Atsumu secretly making love to someone on the side.
"Hey Omi-kun~" His smile was relaxed, Kiyoomi could safely ignore anyone else in here just for Atsumu.
"Hello, Atsumu," Kiyoomi went over to open his locker, "Are you doing anything tonight? I thought we could catch up on that drama since we're now… three episodes behind."
Before Atsumu could even reply, Hinata spoke up, "we already made plans! We're getting sushi together, although you're welcome to join us, Omi-san."
I'd rather drown myself.
"I'll pass." Kiyoomi stiffly replied as he grabbed his shirt, was his chance already over? A romantic dinner over sushi and candles and Hinata being his usual sunshine self… ugh, Kiyoomi needed to start looking at other teams to transfer to. Maybe he'll just go to Argentina.
"Ah, we can get sushi some other time, Shouyou, I don't wanna keep Omi-kun waitiin'." Atsumu replied as Kiyoomi tugged the shirt over his head.
"I got reservations for this place, I can't just not go." Hinata was probably pouting as Kiyoomi was dancing on the inside, "what if we got dinner first and then you came back to watch?"
"Eh, ya can invite Bokkun or Wan-san or Shuu-kun, I'm sure they'd love ya go with ya." Atsumu had to look away as Kiyoomi dropped his towel to get his underwear on.
"What the fuck are ya volunteering me for?" Meian grumbled, he swore he'd never answer to Shuu-kun and yet Atsumu didn't give a fuck.
"But I wanna take you, Atsumu!"
"Next time, alright? It's rare that Omi-kun actually asks to hang out so I gotta cherish when he does!" Atsumu said as he was finally going to get dressed and Kiyoomi internally hoped that he'd get to see more of naked Atsumu later on. He didn't want Atsumu to simply see him as a friend, this night needed to end in Kiyoomi getting his brains fucked out or uh… well, rejection.
Once they were both dressed, Atsumu and Kiyoomi left the locker room together, Hinata could figure out his predicament by himself. Kiyoomi typically didn't care for public transportation, but Atsumu went on about how much money he saved on gas from riding the train to work and so that started a routine of Kiyoomi going with him on the train. That was vital today.
The train was full, Kiyoomi was already masked up and Atsumu went out of his way to find a spot for them where Kiyoomi wouldn't feel too crowded against everyone else. Kiyoomi's back was to the window as Atsumu protected him from anyone else getting in their space, it was so casual as Atsumu's hand grabbed the strap above them and his arm shielded his teammate.
Their eyes locked for a moment and Kiyoomi's cheeks softly heated up from how close they were, he could ignore this literally any other day, but… Atsumu choosing him over Hinata had the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
"You could have went with Hinata." Kiyoomi said, "Sounds like he had something nice planned for you both."
"… Probably, he's been so obvious." Atsumu replied, "I've ben tryin' ta let him down gently, I don't wanna be that asshole."
"Ah, so you've noticed…" Kiyoomi now has to wonder if he's been too subtle, "you're not into him?"
"Not my type," Atsumu simply answers, they're getting closer to their stop, "ya saved me back there, Omi-kun, or else that woulda been the most fuckin' awkward dinner in existence."
"Happy to be of service." Kiyoomi flatly responded, did Atsumu get even closer? There were people who had gotten on and off the train, but… he could see the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks, the golden specks in his eyes, smell the faint body wash Atsumu used.
"I'm not just usin' ya as an escape, I really do wanna spend the night with ya." Atsumu's little smirk was deadly, Kiyoomi's cock should not react, "I prefer when it's just us instead of the rest of the team, it feels…"
The loudspeaker mentioned that their stop was coming up soon and Atsumu stepped back, giving Kiyoomi the space that he definitely didn't ask for. Their apartment was just a block down and Atsumu was yapping a mile a minute about everything on his mind, something he did when he was nervous. Like, there was a difference between Atsumu just talking to hear his own voice and then… this, where he needed to fill in the silence to distract himself.
Hm…
"We can watch in your room." Kiyoomi said before splitting off down the hallway to step into his own bedroom. He wanted to change into something that would hopefully… encourage Atsumu to see him in a more sexual light, but not overly weird that'd make him uncomfortable. Kiyoomi's lack of experience was seriously biting him in the ass, but he remembered what his best friends told him, athletes lost their minds whenever you wore their jersey or something that belonged to them.
Keiji in Koutarou's MSBY jersey. Osamu when he sported Rintarou's EJP jersey. Kiyoomi did own a Miya Atsumu MSBY sweater that was sold on the website a couple years back, it worked for the cool weather. He hasn't worn it since moving in with Atsumu, but now was a perfect excuse.
Knee high white socks, black cotton panties that hugged his ass. Did he really need pants? No. Kiyoomi would be bold, brave, and greedy for Atsumu's attention. He left his room and went just down the hallway into Atsumu's, the television was already on and Atsumu must've grabbed whatever snacks were in the pantry.
"Hey… you." Atsumu blinked back at Kiyoomi as he lingered in the doorway for a moment, "… gettin' real comfy there, huh?"
"Mmm…" Kiyoomi strolled towards the bed, Atsumu's eyes were fixed on him. He made sure to crawl over Atsumu's lap to reach the empty side of the bed and sat back against the pillows.
"I'm ready whenever you are." Kiyoomi went to reach for the bowl of chips as Atsumu was still staring at him.
"Ready fer the drama or ta fuck?" Atsumu blurted out as Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow while bringing a chip to his pretty pink lips.
"Whichever you prefer, Atsumu."
Atsumu thought on it for at least three seconds before mumbling something under his breath about Kiyoomi fucking with him and went to pick up the remote so they could watch this show. Kiyoomi's confidence was cautiously rising as he thought back to the train, wondering how Atsumu would have finished that particular sentence before he was interrupted… everything was lining up in Kiyoomi's favor thus far.
He didn't like the space between them… and he decided to solve this by scooting closer to Atsumu, close enough that their shoulders were brushing and thighs were pressed against each other. Atsumu glanced over, again his gaze trailing up from Kiyoomi's bare thighs to his calm face, he was oddly quiet for the situation and Kiyoomi was dying to know what was on his mind.
Not even any snarky comments on what was happening in this episode.
So Kiyoomi pushed a little further, he was a tiny bit cold from the cool air in the apartment, but he would sacrifice warmth in favor of lifting his sweater a tad… immediately catching Atsumu's attention as his pale tummy was exposed. His sharp hip bones. The moles that dotted his skin.
"Kiyoomi."
"Atsumu." Kiyoomi's tone remained flat, bored even.
"What the fuck are ya doin' over there?" Atsumu bluntly asked.
"Nothing, you're the one who keeps staring like a weirdo."
"… Ya know, I wasn't gonna say anythin', but it feels like ya want somethin' from me." Atsumu said as he reached over to take Kiyoomi's thigh in his head, giving it a good squeeze, "am I readin' this wrong or did ya wanna watch some shit in my bed for the fuckin' hell of it?"
There are so many options flying through Kiyoomi's head right now, he doesn't want to fuck this up nor is he interested in beating around the bush any longer.
"I wanna suck you off." Kiyoomi cooly responded, he felt Atsumu's hand grip his thigh once more, "Would that be okay?"
"More than okay, sweetheart." Atsumu used his strength to tug Kiyoomi over right onto his lap and Kiyoomi let him, he loved to be reminded of how strong his crush was. His hands landed on Atsumu's chest, Atsumu leaned up to close the gap and soon Kiyoomi was trying to keep up with his kisses. It's not his first kiss, but… he hasn't exactly participated in too many makeout sessions in his life.
Atsumu either didn't notice or care, he just wanted his tongue in Kiyoomi's mouth and his hands on that ass. Just how long did Atsumu want this too… did he have a crush as well or was this just… ugh, live in the moment, Kiyoomi. He wasn't going to ruin this with overthinking.
"Tell me, do ya know how to suck cock or do I gotta teach ya?" Atsumu drawled inbetween their kisses, his hands groped Kiyoomi's backside as if they belonged there for all this time.
"You think I haven't done it before?"
"I think that you haven't hooked up with a single person since movin' here and unless ya gotta ex I haven't heard of…" Atsumu said, "no shame in bein' a virgin, I don't mind guiding ya in the correct direction."
"I…" Kiyoomi could say that he dated someone in high school for like, four months before they got tired of how spoiled he was, "… I didn't have the time."
"I'm sure." Atsumu's smirk should infuriate him, but Kiyoomi's cock only fills as Atsumu captures his lips once more, always eager to dominate their kiss. Kiyoomi was a fast study though, allowing himself to melt into the kiss and enjoy what he'd been heavy fantasizing of since Atsumu was just a door away.
"You really wanna suck my cock? Don't want ya feelin' like ya hafta." The unexpected softness had Kiyoomi wavering for just a moment, he liked being bold with Atsumu… he just didn't think beyond those steps.
"I do, Atsumu, I've… practiced."
"On what, bananas?" He wanted to smack Atsumu's amused grin.
"None of your business." Kiyoomi pushed away from Atsumu, scooting down between his legs to see the obvious bulge in his sweats, he wasn't as intimidated as he probably should be. If anything, Kiyoomi was the winner, the one that Atsumu chose over anyone else.
He wouldn't think about the alternate, he didn't care about losers.
"Is that my name on yer back? I don't even remember these sweaters…" Atsumu said, his eyes widening as Kiyoomi went to tug down his sweats to pull out his hard cock.
"They sold them as a part of their winter merch a few months before I signed, I got one before they sold out an hour later." Kiyoomi wrapped his hand around the base of Atsumu cock and gave the tip an experimental kiss, he could do this. He wouldn't make a fool of himself.
"And how long have ya been dyin' to have me, Kiyoomi?" Atsumu watched him from above, his lap full of Kiyoomi.
"… High school, but I didn't quite realize it until I was watching all your games and… buying your stuff." Kiyoomi murmured before giving a wet lick to the shaft, his mouth needed to be occupied soon or else he'd fall into more embarrassment.
"Man…" Atsumu flexed his hands beside him, watching as Kiyoomi licked and kissed all over his big cock, "… I had a thing fer ya too, but we stopped talkin' and… I dunno, I just didn't think ya'd be into me."
"You were wrong." Kiyoomi went to wrap his lips around the head as Atsumu gasped, he was liking this already. He slowly worked his lips down while his hand stroked at the base, trying to figure out how best to do this.
"Ya were impossible ta read, fuckin' brat." Atsumu hissed in pleasure as Kiyoomi bobbed his head, "just like that, careful not to use any teeth…"
Kiyoomi couldn't come up with a sarcastic reply when his mouth was full of cock, so he just keep going, Atsumu was bigger than his toys and… okay practicing with bananas just made Kiyoomi hungry. Atsumu wasn't complaining though, the show was still playing, but he was too drawn in by Miya across Kiyoomi's back and this pretty boy sucking him down even further.
"Good boy, bet ya've been dreamin' about this cock." Atsumu rested his hand in Kiyoomi's dark curls, those black eyes stared up at him as his lips were stretched around his dick, "doin' so well fer ya first time, should've made ya do it sooner."
Kiyoomi moaned in agreement, all this time spent living together, the peeks in the locker room, Kiyoomi mind was full of Atsumu and his gorgeous body. There was a time when he was envious of Atsumu's ex, he wanted to be her, it wasn't fair that Atsumu was kissing her and not him. Kiyoomi might have been okay with a plain friendship too, just having Atsumu close to him… rely on him… but would that really be enough?
Kiyoomi was greedy and spoiled and a bratty princess when he wanted to be, yet Atsumu stayed around nonetheless. He may be the only one in Japan that could handle Kiyoomi's personality and quirks… and have no actual complaints about him.
"Gettin' close… yer gonna swallow all this fer me, yeah?" Atsumu curled his fingers in Kiyoomi's hair, giving a soft thrust up into his mouth. Kiyoomi needed to please him, he'd do anything Atsumu asked of him.
"That's right, already actin' like a cute cumslut fer me." Atsumu kept fucking him into his throat and Kiyoomi gagged a little, but that only turned Atsumu on, "I'm almost there baby, I'll take care of ya after."
Kiyoomi rubbed himself against the bed, his cock straining against his panties, he's never been his horny in his life, if Atsumu touched him now… he wouldn't last longer than a few seconds. But he focused on making Atsumu happy, being a good little cocksucker for him, he'd swallow down every drop.
It was only moments later that Atsumu cursed under his breath and his seed spilled into Kiyoomi's mouth, he gave a couple more quick thrusts as he kept coming. Kiyoomi was sure to take it all, he wouldn't waste a single drop, that was his reward.
"Come here, baby." The low croon of Atsumu's voice made him want to whine, but he obeyed as he pulled his mouth off of Atsumu's cock and crawled back up to sat on his lap. A warm hand pushed into the waistband of his panties to wrap around his cock and it really didn't take more than a few firm strokes for Kiyoomi to come all over his knuckles.
"I'm learnin' so much about ya, Kiyoomi." Atsumu appeared a little too satisfied to have Kiyoomi looking like a pretty mess with swollen lips and his soft cock in Atsumu's hand, "don't go doin' this with anyone else."
"I wasn't going to—" Kiyoomi was swiftly interrupted as Atsumu kissed him, god, how lucky was Kiyoomi to have this man touching him? Liking him back?
Keiji and Rintarou would be so proud of him.