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"Bokkun isn't home? Why?" Atsumu called out in disappointment. "Where is he?"

"It's date night later, so he's getting a haircut right now," Akaashi explained, watching the other rolling his eyes with an amused smile before stepping aside and nodding towards the hallway. "Get in. There's snacks and drinks. Kiyoomi is here too."

Atsumu had already bent down to take his shoes off with a sulk when he raised his head in surprise. "Omi? What's he doin' here?"

He set off to the living room before Akaashi could answer. A familiar pair of big inky eyes welcomed him disapprovingly from the dark blue couch when he appeared in the doorway.

The man tilted his head at his teammate, right leg thrown over the other and a glass of red wine in his hand as he watched Atsumu walking in and throwing himself on the armchair next to the couch.

"What are you doing here, Miya?" he asked, clearly displeased with this unexpected visitor. Akaashi sat down next to him and reached for the bottle on the coffee table, quickly pouring some more wine into Kiyoomi's glass.

"It's our day off, so I got bored" Atsumu answered, grabbing one of the little bowls and leaning back into the comfy pillow. Shoving some chips in his mouth, he continued speaking.

"I didn't feel like goin' out, I probably overdid it at practice yesterday."

Kiyoomi watched him devouring more chips before he had even swallowed the first round, lips pulling into a thin line as the setter kept talking while munching on them.

"Most of my friends are heading to clubs today, Samu and Rin are visiting Rin's parents. Bokkun had told me about this new game he bought that we should play together soon, so I came over. Didn't expect to run into ya here, Omi. What brings ya here?"

The other man didn't answer right away, putting the glass of wine back to his lips instead.

"I was in the area and finished my business earlier than expected. So I came to visit Keiji."

Atsumu hummed, brown eyes wandering all over his teammate's prim and proper appearance. Kiyoomi was wearing a white turtleneck, dark curls slicked back to reveal his forehead, twin moles dotting the pale skin above his brow like little pebbles on snow. He was clearly already tipsy from the wine, cheeks flushed a tender pink. When Kiyoomi noticed Atsumu's attentive gaze on him, his black eyes narrowed in a frown, as if he knew what was coming.

"Ya were on a date, weren't ya?" Atsumu chuckled, smirk growing wider at the immediate eye roll he got in return.

Akaashi took a sip of his wine, meeting Kiyoomi's silent gaze with a smile.

"Haha! I knew it," Atsumu grinned. "Since ya said it ended early, I'm guessing that it wasn't satisfactory, hm?"

"Not at all," the other grumbled. "And I'm tired of having my precious time wasted."

"So bad?" the blond replied, tilting his head curiously. "What was the problem?"

Kiyoomi sighed, leaning back into the pillows. "I don't really want to share something this private with you, Miya. It's not like there is anything you could help me with anyway."

"Hey, don't get unfair, Omi! I can give ya advice just as well as Akaashi!" Atsumu complained. "Probably even better! I have much more dating experience after all. Let me help ya!"

"Oh, is that so?" Kiyoomi said calmly, propping his arm on the back of the couch and resting his temple on his hand. "So you want me to tell you all about my dates with men? Every single detail?"

The hint of a challenge flickered in those black eyes, Atsumu raising a brow as he held that condescending gaze.

"Yea, what about it?" he threw back with a shrug. "It's not like I'm a homophobe. There's no difference to me. And just because I'm straight it doesn't mean I can't tell who's a decent man."

Kiyoomi watched him for a moment before sighing in defeat.

"I've been going on many dates lately," he started talking at last. "Guys I met through friends or sons of my father's business partners. Good-looking men, all of them. But the dates never went anywhere. They were either boring me to death or said something so stupid at some point that I wanted to leave the restaurant immediately. Like that one time, one of them…"

Maybe it was the wine, but Kiyoomi seemed unusually talkative that night. Once he started telling Atsumu about some of the horrible dates he had suffered through in the past few weeks, he couldn't stop until it was only the two of them left chatting until late.

Akaashi had already left for their date night, entrusting Kiyoomi to Atsumu who took his task very seriously. He had moved to the couch by now, his second can of beer in his hand as he leaned his head on his arm and listened with a grin.

"And he really ended up bringing his mother to our second date, I couldn't believe my eyes."

"No way!" Atsumu barked out a laugh. "Ya weren't kidding, he really sounds like a terrible mama's boy. Please tell me ya ran. Right when ya saw her."

A small smile played around Kiyoomi's lips at that.

"I wished I could," he chuckled, letting his head drop against the cool wall. "But as I said, my father made this match. It would have been rude to leave them like that, so I had to endure the whole date. It was horribly boring and tense to me, but apparently not to them. He asked me on a date again soon after, but I managed to avoid him using matches and busy practice as an excuse until he finally gave up. So I saved myself from meeting his entire extended family on the third date."

Atsumu laughed more at this, watching the other's shoulders shaking with soft giggles. He could honestly get used to tipsy Kiyoomi. He was much less stiff now and opened up about his private life more than he had ever done before. He was even oddly funny without even trying. It was refreshing in a way, getting to know the sides of the reserved man which he usually kept to himself.

"We should drink together more often, Omi," he said now, nudging his teammate with his elbow. "It's like the stick in yer ass suddenly disappeared. Ya should go out with me sometimes, help me get laid by using that perfect rich people charm of yers."

Kiyoomi shoved his arm away with narrowed eyes. "Like hell I would. I hate clubs and you know that."

"Yea, I know," Atsumu snickered. "Was just joking, Omi."

Kiyoomi was sipping on the glass of water Atsumu had filled for him when the blond starts speaking again.

"I'm surprised, though. I wouldn't have expected ya to think of marriage already."

Kiyoomi frowned at him, confusion written on his face.

"When did I mention marriage? I'm not looking to marry yet. Why would I?"

"I mean…askin' friends and family for match-making, meeting decent people with good backgrounds. That seems more serious than casual hook-ups. In that case ya would've probably used online apps or something. That's what I do when I only want to have a quick fuck with limited effort."

Kiyoomi stared at him in silence, brows drawn together in disbelief.

"That's so irresponsible and reckless. You're a professional athlete, Miya. Sexually transmitted diseases aside, what if you end up getting involved with someone weird that will harm you? Or the team? Does Foster know about this?"

"Damn, Omi, relax!" Atsumu snorted, shaking his head at the other man. "I'm a grown man, I know all this! I'm takin' all necessary precautions, don't worry. Shit, maybe we should really get ya laid as soon as possible. Yer way too tense and paranoid."

When Kiyoomi glared at him, Atsumu held his hand out with a sigh.

"It's really not that big of a deal, Omi. Give me yer phone, I'll download some apps ya can use and show ya how to navigate them."

To his surprise, the other man shook his head immediately.

"I don't want that," he said, pushing Atsumu's hand away. "That's way too reckless for me. I can't imagine getting intimate with some random person I found online."

"No one's tellin' ya to meet up at a love motel the first time ya see him, Omi! Ya can meet those guys just like yer other dates and get to know them before ya do anything."

"Still not safe enough for me," Kiyoomi shook his head again. "It's still strangers that could lie about their entire background. That's too risky for me."

Atsumu sighed, throwing his head back on the couch to look up at the ceiling. Why was he even surprised? It was Kiyoomi after all.

How could he expect the man that meticulously cleaned every single grape before he ate them to hook up with some random horny men he found online. But apparently even someone like Kiyoomi had a sexual drive after all.

Atsumu turned his head to look at his teammate, curiosity stirring somewhere in him at the thought of what Kiyoomi might be like in bed. With that painfully stiff and prude attitude of his, Atsumu could barely imagine him in that sort of setting. The mere thought of Kiyoomi thrusting his hips made a chuckle break out of him. No, that couldn't be the case, he just knew.

His teammate moved his head to face Atsumu properly now, a scolding frown on that handsome face of his.

No, Kiyoomi wasn't really what Atsumu would call handsome. Not with those long dark lashes and doe eyes or with the way his lips seemed to be pouting in distaste at all times. As a gay man, Kiyoomi obviously took good care of himself.

Brown eyes wandered over dark curls, Atsumu's chest rising as he inhaled the soft scent of clean laundry and the light flowery cologne that had turned familiar by now. Even he couldn't deny that Sakusa Kiyoomi was very pretty for a man.

Now he felt it clearly, that undeniable stir in his belly, a soft tingle that threatened to climb downwards soon enough. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or just the promise of a little adventure, but Atsumu could only name that sensation as growing arousal.

"What?" Kiyoomi asked then, raising his brow at the other's intense staring.

"So let me get this straight," Atsumu spoke, smirking around every word. "Yer lookin' for someone to give ya a good fucking."

"You're an absolute brute," Kiyoomi deadpanned. "But, yes, you could sum it up like that. I have a sexual drive just like other people after all. And it's good for my health. Life has been quite stressful lately."

"But yer not really lookin' for something serious right now."

"No. I'm not really against it, but it's also not my priority. I just need someone to get intimate with."

"Someone ya know is safe. Ideally with a background check and genetic history available to ya."

"That would be the ideal case, yes."

Atsumu held his teammate's gaze quietly for a moment, then he leaned closer, lips once again twitching into a cocky smirk.

"What about me, Omi?"

"What do you mean?"

"Me, Omi!" Atsumu repeated, nudging the other teasingly. "What if I fucked ya? I can do ya that favor."

Several seconds passed in which Kiyoomi just stared at Atsumu without saying anything, face void of any emotions. Then —

"But you're a whore, Miya."

"…"

"Did you forget about the 'safe' part?" Kiyoomi scowled at him, shaking his head with a look of disgust that actually made Atsumu gasp, jaw slack with indignation.

"Omi, what the fuck-"

"Don't you know what they say? If you have sex with someone, it's like you're sleeping with all their past partners. I don't want to sleep with half of Japan, Miya."

"I'm not that bad!" Atsumu threw back now. "What do ya take me for? Some sex addict?"

Kiyoomi raised a silent brow at him, lips pulled into a thin line when he returns his attention to the glass in his hand. If anyone could manage to make drinking water look judging, it would be Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"I just have a healthy sex life," he continued, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm in my mid-twenties and a hot athlete. What did ya expect me to do, join a monastery? Not everyone is as stiff and prude about sex as you are, Omi."

He must have hit a nerve with this one, those black eyes narrowing as they pinned him down angrily.

"I'm not prude. I have standards. You're going to catch something if you go on like this. And I won't let you pass it on to me."

Atsumu sighed softly. "Do ya really think I'd be that reckless?"

Kiyoomi didn't say anything at this, quietly sipping more of his water as if he waited for Atsumu to continue.

"Of course I keep myself safe. I might not be as picky as ya, but I sure choose people that won't cause me a headache."

When his voice turned more gentle, Kiyoomi raised his gaze to meet Atsumu's.

"And I would never suggest ya something like this if I wasn't sure that I'm safe, Omi," Atsumu added. "I use protection, I get tested regularly. Ya don't have to worry about that sort of thing at all."

Inky eyes watched him for a moment, then the man finally nodded and turned his head away again.

"I see. That's good."

It was silent for a few seconds, then Atsumu chuckled with a shake of his head.

"The fact that yer focusing on that and not on my proposal in general. I thought ya would be more outraged at this idea."

"Why should I?"

"…well, I just told ya I could fuck ya."

"And?"

"…yer not bothered by the idea?" Atsumu's brows jumped in surprise. "I expected ya to…I don't know…lecture me about sexual harassment or how important it is to keep things professional with co workers…Not even a 'Miya, you brute! Were you raised by wild dogs?'? Nothing?"

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, setting the glass down on the coffee table and leaning back into the couch with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"No, nothing of that sort," he spoke, looking back at Atsumu with calm, watchful eyes. "It's true that I like to keep things professional at work, but I also can't deny that you would fit my requirements perfectly. You're someone I can trust and it would be much easier to have a secret sexual relationship with you since we're on the same team and no one would get suspicious if we spent more time together."

He paused, gaze slowly wandering over the setter's toned body.

"You're attractive enough too," he continued, ignoring the cocky grin flashing on Atsumu's face immediately. "And you have experience in these kinds of things. I'm surprised by my lack of reluctance as well, but your suggestion indeed fits my needs perfectly, Miya."

"…but?" Atsumu asked, raising a curious brow.

"I thought you're straight?" the other replied, brows tightening in a small frown.

Atsumu frowned back. "I am?"

This time, Kiyoomi's frown was as deep as it could be.

"Wanting to fuck your gay teammate in the ass is not really what I would define as 'straight', Miya…"

"But, I am!" Atsumu shrugged back, his voice staying firm. "I never put any thoughts into fucking men before, so I don't really think that I have a thing for that. But I wouldn't mind fucking ya to help ya out, Omi."

"Is that so?" Kiyoomi asked, still sounding unconvinced.

"Yeah! I mean it," Atsumu smirked now, canines flashing white as his gaze started wandering down Kiyoomi's body. "For a guy yer quite pretty, Omi…So I'm sure I could get it up. Hole is hole after all."

"Charming as always, Miya," Kiyoomi replied with a roll of his eyes.

Atsumu tilted his head at his teammate then. "So is that a no?"

Kiyoomi looked back at him, silent for the next few seconds.

"This is a horrible idea."

"So ya don't want to?"

"Depraved and absolutely reckless."

"Kiyoomi…"

His brows lifted in surprise at the unusual use of his full name, inky eyes looking at Atsumu with hesitation.

"Answer my question."

At last, the man released a soft sigh. "…I guess I could give it a try."

When Atsumu's lips split into a pleased smirk, Kiyoomi crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Don't let it get to your head though," he spoke sternly. "This is all about using you to fulfill my needs. No matter how I look at it, under the current circumstances this arrangement seems to be the only possible solution to my problem."

"I quite like the idea of being yer savior, Omi," Atsumu grinned.

Kiyoomi gazed up to the ceiling with a sigh before those dark eyes swiftly pinned Atsumu down, narrowing with a suspicious glint as he looked him over.

"I'll need to make sure you can handle getting intimate with a man," he said at last. "Take your pants off."

Atsumu's brows jumped high in surprise.

"Huh- ya mean…right here?"

"Why not? We'll be alone for at least another hour," Kiyoomi answered, raising his chin with a challenging smile. "Let me see what you're working with, Miya."

Atsumu held his teammate's gaze for a moment, the hint of amusement in Kiyoomi's voice let him know that the other expected him to chicken out now that it would get serious.

Atsumu jumped to his feet with a huff, watching the other raising a surprised brow as his hands quickly untied the knot on his sweatpants. He silently thanked his morning self for picking the pair of black Calvin Klein boxers instead of the Onigiri patterned ones he had gotten for himself and Osamu as a joke for Onigiri Miya's anniversary.

He grinned to himself when his teammate's eyes stayed fixed on the bulge under the black fabric, the impatient up and down of the man's leg coming to a halt as he stiffened in his seat.

"I know ya were hoping I would run out of here all flustered, but yer clearly mistakin' me for someone with a sense of shame, Omi," he said now, meeting Kiyoomi's dark gaze with a cocky smirk before he dropped his boxers to the floor. "And, no…that's not a third leg."

The usual irritated glare that his teammate threw his way after his teasing was missing this time, something that was entirely new to Atsumu flashing on the other man's face instead.

Sure, he had noticed Kiyoomi glancing over at him in the locker room sometimes. Turning his head after him when Atsumu passed by with only a towel wrapped around his waist after a shower or letting his calm gaze rest on the setter's chest for a split second whenever he took his shirt off.

But none of those instances compared to the way Kiyoomi's gaze was locked on him now.

He followed the movement of those black eyes tracing over his biceps and chest straining against the fabric of the grey shirt, slowly dropping lower to the dark trail on his toned abs. When they finally stopped on his impressive size, Atsumu couldn't help but notice something stirring in his lower body, spreading hot and fast and devouring every cell on its way. It seemed to set his skin and blood on fire, all up to the tips of his fingers tingling with a nervous thrill.

The aloof and prickly Sakusa Kiyoomi who took such great care to uphold that lofty image of indifference was staring at Atsumu with a greed that caught the other man off guard. It was the kind of unabashed desire he never expected to see on that porcelain mask of a face.

He barely noticed his heartbeat picking up with each second he looked into those pitch-black eyes roaming over his body. When Kiyoomi met his gaze at last, the excitement ran electric under his skin.

Brown eyes watched innocently as the other man stood up, crossing the distance between them without hesitation. Pale fingers pushed against his chest with a firmness that was almost overbearing, making him fall back into the soft surface of the couch.

He didn't even register when Kiyoomi had ended up between his legs, kneeling in the white carpet in front of him like he belonged there.

The past few seconds had passed in a blur, all he could think of were the inky eyes looking up at him expectantly. He couldn't help but notice once again how pretty Kiyoomi's eyes were. As usual, they stared at him with a mix of impatience and irritation, specks of light reflecting in the deep black even when he narrowed his brows in a frown.

"I asked you a question, Miya…," his deep voice pulled Atsumu back to the dimly lit living room of his friend's apartment. "Answer me. Are you sure about this?"

Atsumu almost missed the question again with the way he watched the man's pink lips forming the words. Like in a trance, he followed their every movement until they inevitably went back to that perpetual pout.

Sure about it? If Atsumu could ever be sure of anything, it would be his willingness to let Sakusa Kiyoomi blow him on his best friend's living room couch. He was still trying to wrap his head around this unexpected turn of the night, but he couldn't deny that, right now, he wanted nothing more than to feel those lips on him as soon as his teammate had uttered his suggestion.

He finally nodded with a gulp, watching the black haired man scooting closer. He drew in a sharp breath as soon as the large hand wrapped around his cock. It was a strange feeling, having another man, his teammate of all people, touching him down there.

He wouldn't say that he disliked it though. In fact, he felt more blood rushing into his rapidly hardening cock immediately.

The palm of Kiyoomi's hand was unexpectedly soft, slim fingers pressing down on his length with a gentle firmness that made Atsumu's nerves go taut with anticipation.

How had they even gotten to this point? Kiyoomi, Mr. Prickly Sakusa Kiyoomi himself was between his legs right now, kneeling on the floor because he wanted to suck him off. Atsumu had never expected to have another man this close to his cock, let alone his own teammate.

For some reason, it didn't feel as awkward as he thought it would though. Especially after the man finally took him in his mouth, Atsumu's mind was wiped blank from all thoughts that weren't Sakusa Kiyoomi's soft, wet tongue.

"Holy-," Atsumu gasped when Kiyoomi took the entire head in his mouth without a warning. "Shit, Omi."

Kiyoomi hummed in response,dragging his tongue over the tip before sinking down entirely on Atsumu's cock. Atsumu didn't even get the chance to adjust to the sudden overwhelming feeling of the wet heat around his length before Kiyoomi started quickly bobbing his head up and down his cock.

"Fuuuuuck," Atsumu groaned, his voice almost breaking into a helpless whimper when all strength was drained from him, Kiyoomi's greedy mouth showing no mercy.

"Shit, damn- Omi, slow- slow down," he managed to say when Kiyoomi came up to spit on his hard length. Inky eyes met his, a small smile playing around the man's lips while swift fingers started jerking his cock in earnest.

Atsumu clenched his teeth, holding Kiyoomi's gaze when the man bent lower to kiss and lick at his balls. He would probably never get this image of his teammate kneeling between his thighs out of his head. The aloof and unimpressed Sakusa Kiyoomi greedily dragging his tongue over his cock like he had been waiting for this opportunity. It was all so filthy and hot , he knew he wouldn't last for much longer.

As if on cue, Kiyoomi's mouth was back on his cock, pale hands keeping Atsumu's thighs apart as he sank down until his nose brushed against the coarse dark hair there. Atsumu groaned at the tight, wet heat of the man's throat squeezing around his cock. He instinctively grabbed onto Kiyoomi's head, his fingers brushing through soft silky hair when he tried to keep him still.

When Kiyoomi's dark gaze met his, Atsumu knew that it would be in vain. His cock twitched with nervous arousal, brown eyes watching in wonder while the other man started bobbing his head over Atsumu's cock again.

Atsumu had gotten many blowjobs in the past, some of the girls more eager than others, but none of them compared to the way Kiyoomi was devouring him right now.

His fingers dug into the muscles of Atsumu's thighs as he sucked his cock with more force, the choked groans and praises rumbling out of the setter's chest signaling that he was close.

"Fuck, Omi, please don't stop…I'm gonna come."

The sinful sounds coming from the black haired man were only adding to his arousal. There was something incredibly hot about the familiar deep voice twisting in pleasure like this. Instead of flat replies and endless scolding, cute muffled moans and gasps were spilling out of Kiyoomi right now.

Atsumu's breaths came ragged, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the couch as he tried to fight his impending climax. Pupils blown wide with awe, he didn't take his eyes off the other man's face.

Kiyoomi's eyes were closed in focus, a faint flush of pink on his cheeks and an adorable frown making him look unbearably cute. It was such a stark contrast to his usual distant and composed demeanor that Atsumu struggled to keep his excitement at bay.

If sucking on his cock already got Kiyoomi like this, what would he be like when he got fucked with it? Would he moan just like this, or whimper and cry because it felt too good? What kind of expression would be on his face when he came, what kind of sounds would he make? Atsumu had to know it all.

His breath hitched when the other opened his eyes. The inky depths of Kiyoomi's eyes are dark with need, tears sticking to long lashes as he blinked up to Atsumu innocently.

"Shit- fuck, I'm comin'," Atsumu growled, trying to push Kiyoomi off his cock.

When the man shook his head and moved faster instead, Atsumu couldn't help the guttural moan escaping him. Head dropping back against the wall, he stopped fighting.

Kiyoomi's hands tightened their grip on Atsumu's bare thighs when his cock started shooting thick ropes of cum down the man's throat. He didn't falter in his movements, still bobbing his head over Atsumu's throbbing cock without a break. It was almost too much, Atsumu's jaw falling open in a silent moan as Kiyoomi swallowed and the wet heat of his throat narrowed around his length, milking him for everything he had.

His past blowjobs weren't that bad either, but none of those women had ever been keen on swallowing his seed like this. Meanwhile Kiyoomi didn't seem to get enough of it. At this rate he would suck Atsumu's balls dry!

"Fuck- fuckin' hell, Omi…," he managed a low rasp, hips twitching forward with the last spurt before he slumped back into the couch in exhaustion. He was utterly spent, his cock almost aching with the intensity of that orgasm.

Drawing heavy breaths, he watched Kiyoomi wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he slowly rose to his feet. The other didn't look as disheveled as Atsumu, only his hair was showing the traces of Atsumu's desperate grips. Atsumu's dark gaze followed Kiyoomi as he walked over to the little mirror hanging on the opposite wall to fix his hair.

"That…that was the hottest thing ever," Atsumu chuckled with a lazy smirk before licking his lips. "Yer so good at suckin' cock, what the fuck, Omi."

Kiyoomi didn't take his gaze off his reflection when he replied, pale fingers still running through his black hair.

"I'm gay, Miya. Of course it would be better this way."

"Well, yea…I guess," Atsumu replied, shrugging.

When Kiyoomi turned around to him, Atsumu's gaze immediately dropped to the tent in the man's pants.

"Uhm, ya…," he began, meeting Kiyoomi's gaze with a flustered grin.

Kiyoomi quickly waved him off. "I'm fine. It's getting late and the others should be back soon, so you should get dressed, Miya."

Atsumu looked around drowsily, the realization that he was sitting ass and cock out on his best friend's couch hitting him only now.

Kiyoomi is busy tidying up the bowls and glasses on the table when Atsumu finally managed to pull his sweatpants back up. He was watching the other man with curious eyes, rubbing his neck sheepishly when Kiyoomi's inky gaze returned to him once the table was clean.

"What?" Kiyoomi asked.

"…Nothing," Atsumu said. "Just…what now?"

Atsumu watched the man taking his blazer off the couch and putting it on, slender fingers neatly brushing down the fabric as Kiyoomi examined himself in the mirror for what felt like an eternity. When he finally turned around to Atsumu, he looked as composed as ever.

"Come to my apartment tomorrow night. At 10, not a second later."

Kiyoomi's voice betrayed him though, lust and need spilling through the cracks in that aloof mask of his.

Atsumu's lips twitched into a pleased smirk immediately.

#

Before he could knock a second time, the door already swung open and a pale hand grabbed his collar to roughly pull him inside the apartment.

"Damn, Omi, relax," Atsumu chuckled when the man closed the door behind him. "We have all night!"

"What did you not get about the 'not a second later than 10' part?" Kiyoomi scolded him, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "It's 10:05…Do you enjoy wasting people's time, Miya?"

"Ya told me I shouldn't let anyone see me on my way here!" Atsumu complained. "The grandma that lives on this floor took forever to get to the elevator. I had to hide behind that damn plant until she was gone."

Kiyoomi raised a brow at him.

"I don't think we have to worry about my 80 year old neighbor. Don't be silly."

"How should I know?" Atsumu rolled his eyes and followed Kiyoomi down the hallway towards his bedroom. "I just did as ya told me, 'cause I know how annoying ya get when everything doesn't go according to yer plans, Omi."

All the other complaints quickly melted off his tongue when they were finally in the bedroom and Kiyoomi wasted no time in pushing him against the wall.

"Shut up and take your pants off," Kiyoomi managed to breathe into his ear before he dropped to his knees in front of Atsumu.

The man's voice was choked with need, so different from his usual calm tone that the desperate sound immediately sent a wave of arousal down to Atsumu's cock.

"Fuck, alright," he murmured, fingers fumbling with his belt.

The blowjob was quick and rough, Kiyoomi's skilled tongue working him towards his climax at an embarrassing speed again.

"God- damn, Omi, that's enough," Atsumu groaned, suddenly pushing Kiyoomi off his cock. "Shit, yer gonna suck me dry before I can even fuck ya."

The black haired man looked up at him with a displeased frown, pouty lips shimmering with spit. That image alone made Atsumu's cock twitch in his fist as he pulled it away from Kiyoomi.

Shit, why was he so turned on from that alone?

The prospect of getting that cock to fuck him instead seemed to soothe Kiyoomi, because he got up without another word and gestured for Atsumu to get on the bed.

"Undress and wait for me. I'll be back in a few minutes."

While he was waiting for Kiyoomi, Atsumu's thoughts wandered off to the previous night once again.

He still couldn't wrap his head around how the two of them had gotten to this point. He was sure about his sexuality and yet he had still let his gay teammate give him the best blowjob he ever had. And he couldn't even try and blame his actions on the alcohol getting his head in a haze, because that would be a lie. He couldn't deny that he had wanted it all. In fact, he had loved every second of it.

Just thinking of the way Kiyoomi licked and sucked on his cock with such need made his length stir with excitement again. He didn't know what to do with that information.

Lying on his teammate's king size bed, he shook his head to himself. He shouldn't think much of it, obviously it would feel this good with a gay man. Kiyoomi had said so himself and it made sense.

He probably only got this worked up because it was Kiyoomi. He still struggled to get used to this submissive and sensual side of his teammate. It wasn't like they had a bad relationship with each other, Kiyoomi was simply more of the reserved type. Always careful to keep things professional and practical, his private life a mystery to most people.

While Atsumu freely talked about sex with his other teammates, he never got to know more about Kiyoomi than his sexuality he wasn't making a secret of. So Atsumu had gotten used to seeing Kiyoomi as this non-sexual being, not putting any thought into what his teammate would be like in a sexual setting.

Not until now.

Head pillowed on his other arm, Atsumu started lazily stroking his cock as curious thoughts filled his head.

Kiyoomi clearly wasn't the type to take intimacy lightly, so Atsumu wondered how much experience the other even had. Judging from that mind-blowing job, it couldn't be none at all. Had he gone farther than that? With how many guys? What positions did he like? What kind of expression was on his face when he came? What sounds did he make?

Atsumu had discovered an entirely new side to Kiyoomi the moment the other man had gotten on his knees for him. This Kiyoomi looked up at him with those black doe eyes. Eager to please and needy for cock, those pretty lips had felt divine around his length.

When images of Kiyoomi rolling in the sheets with faceless men popped up in his mind, there was a strange feeling in his chest that Atsumu couldn't really decipher. He hated the thought of other men seeing Kiyoomi like that, hearing his sweet moans and feeling that perfect mouth on their nasty cocks.

He stared at the ceiling with a dark frown. He was glad that the man wasn't recklessly sleeping around with random strangers. Kiyoomi was his teammate so he would obviously be worried about his well-being. That had to be why those thoughts were so upsetting to him. Why else would he care?

The sound of the door opening pulled him out of his thoughts. He raised his head and saw Kiyoomi entering the room, wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs and holding a large white towel under his right arm.

He wasn't built as large as Atsumu, his upper body more slim with toned muscles leading down to the small waist that caught his attention whenever he saw Kiyoomi in his black jersey. His pale limbs looked even longer without clothes on, Atsumu letting his gaze run down the man's bare legs.

Kiyoomi really was unusually pretty for a man, who could blame Atsumu for some curiosity?

"Stop staring," was all Kiyoomi said as he walked over to the bed.

Atsumu watched him spreading out the towel on the bed, it was big enough to make room for them both like this.

"I'll need to prepare myself first," Kiyoomi explained, reaching over to the nightstand next to the bed and rummaging through the top drawer. "You're huge, so I'll have to be thorough with it."

"Why can't I do it?" Atsumu asked in surprise. "That should be my job!"

Kiyoomi took a bottle of lube out of the drawer and Atsumu didn't miss that it was already half empty. The other lay down next to him, looking up to him with a skeptical gaze.

"I want it to be quick tonight, so I don't have the patience to teach you, Miya," he said in a strict voice. "It'll hurt if you stick your fingers there without knowing what you're doing."

"How do ya know that?" Atsumu threw back, clearly offended. "I think I'll do just fine! Never had anyone complainin'…"

"Next time," Kiyoomi insisted before raising his hips to pull his underwear off. "Now just watch so that you know what you'll have to do."

Atsumu sat up with an eye roll. This way he had a clear view of Kiyoomi's form in front of him. The man was lying on the white towel completely naked now, his pale skin looking smooth in in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Moles dotted the long limbs sprawled out on the sheets, Atsumu quietly tracing the paths between them with his eyes. When Kiyoomi finally threw the briefs to the side and spread his legs in front of him, Atsumu's gaze was pulled down instantly.

Atsumu had never thought much about other men's cocks.

The few times he got deeper into the topic of what was a decent cock were thanks to those school bathroom chats that had to be some kind of teenage boy tradition all over the world. 'The bigger the better' was what every man would probably agree on.

Never in his whole life had Atsumu ever considered the possibility that cocks could be pretty though. If any man would have one of those, of course it had to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Compared to Atsumu's girth Kiyoomi's cock looked rather small, even though it still was a decent size. The man was cleanly shaven, his smooth skin shimmering under the dim light as Atsumu let his gaze wander over his bare crotch. Atsumu counted two moles, one on the shaft and one right on the dark pink tip.

He had expected to be turned off by the sight of another man's cock, or at least a little stunned. He had even worried it would make all this too real and force him to call off their little arrangement.

Instead, he caught himself wondering if that skin felt as soft as it looked. Atsumu still didn't think that he was into cocks, but he couldn't deny that Kiyoomi's was cute in a way.

"Stop staring like that…," Kiyoomi's flat voice pulled Atsumu's attention back to his face. "It's not like you've never seen a cock before, Miya."

There was an almost unnoticeable flush of pink on the man's cheeks, black eyes glaring at Atsumu in irritation.

"What, did you change your mind already?"

Atsumu held his gaze with a frown. "No. I told ya I want to try this, Omi. I won't go back on my word."

When Atsumu impatiently gestured for him to continue, Kiyoomi picked up the bottle of lube with a sigh.

The man carefully poured some lube on his index finger before parting his legs further and reaching down to his hole. Atsumu was quiet when Kiyoomi slowly started fingering himself, long lashes fluttering closed as he dropped his head back into the pillow.

Atsumu's eyes started wandering then. He watched the man's chest rising and falling with each breath. Here too, there were moles scattered over the pale skin, one right next to his nipple.

Did Kiyoomi like to have them played with? Were they as sensitive as they looked? Atsumu felt the urge to touch them, he wondered if he could pull more of those sweet sounds from Kiyoomi if he did.

Kiyoomi's breaths already started coming more ragged a few minutes later, two of his fingers stretching his hole now. Atsumu licked his lips at the sight of the man's blissed out face, cheeks flushed adorably from the effort of opening himself up.

He bent down to get a closer look, mouth opening in amazement at the way Kiyoomi's rim stretched around his fingers. They were moving without much resistance now, the wet sound of the lube paired with Kiyoomi's breathless little whines going straight to Atsumu's cock.

Fingers tightening around his throbbing length, he took a careful breath in an effort to calm himself. Was that shower gel or lotion he smelled? Whatever it was, it made Kiyoomi smell like a fresh flower and Atsumu felt the need to sink his teeth into the soft pale skin of Kiyoomi's thigh trembling under his nose. Atsumu's eyes grew dark as he stroked himself to the view in front of him.

It's when another little moan spilled from Kiyoomi's lips that Atsumu stopped stroking his cock with a muffled groan and dug his fingers into the cool sheets below instead.

"How much longer, Omi?" he rasped, swallowing through the dry lump in his throat while his gaze stayed locked on the other's hole stretching around his pale fingers.

"A bit," Kiyoomi replied. "Be patient. There's no way I'll let you stick that monster in me before I'm loose enough."

Atsumu looked up with a frown.

"I'm much bigger than those fingers though…How is that supposed to work?"

Kiyoomi removed his fingers with a sigh and reached over to the nightstand with his other hand.

"It won't. That's why I'll have to switch to this."

Atsumu's brows jumped high in surprise when Kiyoomi pulled a dildo out of the drawer. It wasn't as large as Atsumu but almost as thick. It had clearly been prepared in advance, the black shaft already covered in a condom when the man coated it with more lube.

"Damn, Omi…Ya use this often?" Atsumu asked curiously, his cock stirring at the thought of Kiyoomi fucking himself like that.

"Sometimes," his teammate admitted, releasing a calm breath while slowly pushing the head of the dildo past his rim. "It…helps me relax."

"Fuck, I can see that…," Atsumu murmured, eyes fixed on the other's face.

Kiyoomi's brows were pulled taut in bliss, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his bendy wrist worked relentlessly, pushing the plastic cock into himself with rhythmic thrusts.

Atsumu watched him throwing his head back into the pillow with an open mouth, cock twitching from the sloppy sound of the dildo moving in the man's lubed hole. Kiyoomi was parting his legs further, raising his hips with a breathy moan when he managed to push the thing deeper.

It was like he couldn't get enough, hard cock twitching against his stomach and legs trembling weakly as his pale hand kept thrusting the dildo up his hole with urgency.

Choked gasps and whines escaped him during his struggle, black eyes meeting Atsumu's gaze with teary desperation. His pink lips shimmered with spit and were all swollen from all the biting to stifle his sounds. Atsumu couldn't believe that Kiyoomi already looked this far gone just from touching himself.

It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"Shit, Omi…I can't wait anymore," Atsumu urged suddenly, pupils blown wide when he climbed over Kiyoomi to face him. "Let me fuck ya now."

"Shu-shut up and wait," Kiyoomi gasped, eyes squeezing shut again. "I'm- almost done…"

So Atsumu kept watching, jaw clenched and dark eyes unblinking as they stayed fixed on the other man's pretty face twisting in pleasure. Kiyoomi was taking shivering breaths , a low whimper falling from his lips when he tried to push the dildo further in but it slipped out of his hand.

It seemed like there was a cramp in his hand, his fingers trembling as he spread them apart with a whine. Dropping his hand to his side at last, Kiyoomi stared up at the ceiling with heavy breaths. He looked adorable like this, face flushed from the exertion as pale fingers brushed some strands of black hair out of his forehead. His cock was leaking at the tip, droplets of precum shimmering on the skin of his trembling belly.

Before Atsumu could notice it, he was already surging forward with a low growl.

Kiyoomi's eyes had only been closed for a split second when they already snapped open again. He barely managed to clamp a hand over his mouth before a surprised moan escaped him.

Atsumu watched with dark eyes as the man struggled to keep quiet when the dildo was bullying its way back into him. One hand pulling Kiyoomi's leg up against his chest, Atsumu shoved the plastic cock into the man's hole at a ruthless pace.

The wet sounds of the dildo pushing in and out of Kiyoomi's opening were soon drowned out by the man's muffled whimpers breaking out of him at every move of Atsumu's hand. This way, the dildo could reach much deeper, Atsumu watching in awe as the black plastic was sucked into Kiyoomi's hole.

"Fuck, Omi...yer really takin' this big thing…"

Atsumu's mouth fell open at a particularly high whine from the other after a deeper push of the dildo inside him, Kiyoomi's hand still pressed against his mouth while the other fisted the sheets helplessly.

Atsumu could tell that the man was close from the way he was writhing under him, weakly trying to move away from the incessant push of the dildo.

Black eyes widen with surprise when Atsumu suddenly teared Kiyoomi's hand off his mouth and pinned it down on the bed.

"Mi-Miya," he choked out once his other hand was captured as well, too weak from the brutal pounding of the dildo against his ass to break free when Atsumu held his wrists down with a single hand.

"I want to hear ya, Kiyoomi," Atsumu breathed huskily in his ear before he rested his forehead against the man's, his hand starting to work the dildo in even faster. "Don't hold back."

Something seemed to snap in Kiyoomi then. He was throwing his head back with a high moan and his whole body went taut, legs trembling around Atsumu's waist when his cock started shooting lines of milky white cum all over his stomach and chest. He was no longer struggling in Atsumu's hold, long limbs relaxing into the plush sheets as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

His inky eyes were wet with tears but he still held Atsumu's gaze, soft lips parting in a desperate whine when the other tightened his hold on his wrists.

"Fuck, Miya- Don't…don't stop."

Atsumu's forehead was still resting on Kiyoomi's, lips mere inches from each other as he kept fucking the man through his climax. Like in a trance, he couldn't keep his hand from driving the dildo into the other's ass, each of Kiyoomi's choked gasps feeding the raging flames in his achingly hard cock.

The man had given up on keeping his noise down entirely, shameless sounds echoing off the walls of the dim room as he writhed in Atsumu's hold. He sounded so different from his usual composed self, moaning like a wanton slut just from the pleasure Atsumu was giving him.

It was so damn hot, Atsumu was sure he would never get these sounds out of his head.

"Omi, I can't wait any longer," he groaned into the hollow of Kiyoomi's neck before pulling the dildo out and dropping it to the side without any care. "I need to fuck ya now."

Kiyoomi whined at the sudden loss at first, but when he met Atsumu's heated gaze he quickly complied, nodding his head and parting his legs further to make room for him.

"Where are the condoms?" he asked, looking around them.

"You said you're clean, right?" Kiyoomi asked hesitantly, not quite meeting Atsumu's eyes when he looked down at him.

"Yea, of course," Atsumu replied with a tilt of his head.

"Then you can go without…If you don't mind."

Brows rising high, Atsumu stared open-mouthed at the other.

"…I like it more this way," Kiyoomi confessed at last, a soft pink tinting his cheeks. "But if you don't want to, we can-"

"No!" Atsumu almost screamed out, already fumbling with the lube bottle. "Of course I want to …Fuck, I don't even remember the last time I went bare, it's been ages…Are ya really sure?"

Kiyoomi nodded quietly, leaning back into the pillows and spreading his legs in front of Atsumu.

"Shit, alright," Atsumu rasped, wetting his lips as he quickly slathered himself up with lube, gaze flickering between the man's flushed face and his waiting hole.

Without another word, he buried himself to the hilt in Kiyoomi's warmth.

Atsumu's eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pressure, the wet heat of the man's ass squeezing around his cock was almost too much.

' Tight ', was all Atsumu could think, hips already snapping forward before he could realize it.

Too much happened at once after that.

Kiyoomi was moaning in his ear when Atsumu started setting a rough, punishing pace right from the beginning. He clung to his back, nails digging into the hard muscle of Atsumu's shoulders as Atsumu drove his cock into him with deep groans.

"Fuck, Omi…," he drew a shivering breath, jaw going slack from the intense pleasure of Kiyoomi's tight walls around his length. "Ya feel…amazing…feel so good, shit, I won't last long."

Kiyoomi only whined in response, locking his legs around Atsumu's waist to get him closer.

More sinful sounds spilled from Kiyoomi's lips as Atsumu started pounding his ass in earnest, dark eyes fixed on the man's beautiful face twisting in bliss.

Kiyoomi wasn't holding back anything now, throwing his head back with desperate moans and dragging his nails down Atsumu's back while begging for him to give it to him harder, deeper, more.

It was different, having sex with a man. Feeling the lean muscles under him, Atsumu didn't hesitate to get more rough, rocking his hips into him hard enough to make Kiyoomi's voice break into choked cries.

"Harder," Kiyoomi groaned, clawing at Atsumu's back. "Fuck me harder."

His hold tightened around the dark wood of the headboard when he felt the man's hole squeezing around his cock, his own animalistic groans mixing with Kiyoomi's whines as the bed creaked with the brute force of his thrusts.

"More…Don't- don't stop, Miya," Kiyoomi almost screamed, pale fingers desperately searching for purchase on the white sheets below. "Please-"

Atsumu was convinced he'd lose his mind.

He had never felt this horny before, cock throbbing with arousal as he kept pounding the man into the mattress. Kiyoomi's moans were getting higher the closer he got to his climax, those lewd sounds quickly pushing Atsumu to the edge as well.

He didn't stop when he felt Kiyoomi coming, that unbearable heat growing even tighter and sweeter around his length, slowly driving him mad. Choked moans were knocked out of Kiyoomi as Atsumu kept fucking him with ruthless thrusts, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls.

Even when he came at last, spilling his seed deep into the man's ass with a guttural moan, the fire in Atsumu's veins did not die down. He was still rock hard, rutting his hips into the other with a desperation he had never known before.

Every little gasp and moan that fell from the man's rosy lips seemed to add oil to the fire in Atsumu's loins, a single glance into the inky depths of those eyes enough for him to burn up again just when he thought that he was calming down at last.

Atsumu kept chasing that thrill until the early morning hours, the smell of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air by the time they finally drifted off to sleep.