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Sakusa was having a very bad, not good day. From the moment his alarm chose not to go off it had been a downward spiral. He’d woken up with a headache and after groaning and grabbing his phone he’d been met with the startling realization he was late. Very late.
He’d scrambled out of bed taking a fraction of the shower he always did to give himself enough time to brush his teeth, slick back his hair and hastily apply his scent patches. He was forever grateful for his habit to steam his suit and tie the night before as it took him three tries to make the buttons on his shirt line up properly. Resigning himself to having to buy lunch, he ran out the door, face mask haphazardly pulled into place as he barely made it onto the train in time.
He leaned on his arm heavily, exhaustion still pulling at his eyelids as he tried to keep himself conscious enough to hear his stop on the speaker overhead. His body nearly took a tumble when the train pulled to a stop. He apologized to the disgruntled beta in a half-twisted bow as he stumbled off the train. A quick glance at his watch told him he had three minutes till his day started. Wrinkling his nose in distaste he tightened his grip on his briefcase and rushed out of the station, setting a quick jog that left his skin warm.
When he arrived at the office of MSBY Unlimited he couldn’t help the way his shoulders drooped. Large strides across the reception area carried him to the elevators, one having already been called and on its way down. He exhaled slowly under his breath, grateful for at least one break from the universe.
“Mornin’ Omi.”
He’d spoken too soon. Sakusa’s shoulders tensed as he turned to see a blond Miya Atsumu grinning beside him. He looked away, focusing on the numbers of the elevator descending.
A low whistle sang to his right. “Someone’s grumpy this mornin’, ya wake up on the wrong side of the bed or somethin’?”
Sakusa’s brow twitched. He remained silent, praying for the elevator to come faster.
There was a beat of silence before, “Wait a sec, now that I think about it, ya usually aren’t waitin’ for the elevator with me.” Said vehicle dinged, the doors opening.
Sakusa restrained himself from rushing as he stepped inside. He pressed the button for the eleventh floor, ignoring the way Atsumu hummed loudly beside him.
There was a sharp intake of breath and a snap. Sakusa's stomach sank, headache pounding harder. “Yer late!”
Sakusa's ears burned and his hackles rose. “What of it?”
Atsumu let out a soft laugh. “Nothin’ of it Omi. Just shocked that Mister-Always-Early is barely on time today. By yer definition yer basically late.”
Sakusa grit his teeth praying for increasing numbers to move faster.
The dulled scent of pomegranates greeted his nose as Atsumu leaned closer. “So Omi, what’s got ya so late this fine mornin’?”
Sakusa turned to glare at Atsumu, harsh words dying on his tongue when he realized how close the omega was. Bronze skin was littered with pale freckles and hazel eyes were framed by faint laugh lines. Sakusa swallowed. He wrenched his head back to the doors when he realized he’d been staring. “My alarm didn’t go off,” he admitted.
The elevator dinged, doors opening slowly. Atsumu didn’t give Sakusa space though, he kept stride with the alpha as they walked towards his cubicle. “Ya, that’d do it. Did ya eat at least?”
Sakusa dropped his briefcase on his desk before sinking into his seat. The leather had never looked like a comfier pillow. He stared at it, contemplating when the call of his name jerked him out of it. “Huh?” He turned to see Atsumu still standing beside him.
“I asked if ya ate anythin’ today, Omi.”
“Uhhh...no.” He said slowly. He was a little thrown by Atsumu’s question. It wasn’t laced with the omega’s usual teasing. Instead, it was genuine, hazel eyes wide and doe-y. His stomach flipped. He turned away, fiddling with his computer and turning the desktop on in an attempt to distract himself. The silence felt drawn out, Sakusa’s ear burned. He cleared his throat. “Well, time to get to work.”
The comment seemed to jolt Atsumu of his own thoughts. His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck while he laughed. “Right, of course. Have a good day Omi-Omi.”
Sakusa nodded stiffly, watching from the corner of his eye as the omega walked away. He exhaled slowly, shoulders dropping. The exhaustion was already hitting him and the day hadn’t even started. While he waited for his computer to warm up he pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen. He swallowed two down dry before returning the bottle to the draw, placing his briefcase on the floor and looking at the screen.
He took a deep breath, inhaling slowly when he paused. The faint taste of pomegranate greeted his tongue. His skin itched. He swallowed around the scent slowly, heat rising to his cheeks. He tried to shake it off, exhaling before clicking open his inbox and beginning to work.
The ibuprofen did little to solve his headache, only dulling the burning behind his eyes. His brow twitched at the thirty-odd emails already sitting in his inbox. It seemed work would not be kind today. Resigning himself to his fate, Sakusa began slowly answering emails. He’d gotten through a good half of them when a hand entered the corner of his vision. His fingers paused on the keys. He turned to see a pink-cheeked Atsumu standing beside him.
“What…?” The words trailed off, Sakusa not fully able to understand why Atsumu was here.
Sakusa and Atsumu were not a duo he’d call relatively close, but in terms of people Sakusa worked with, the blond was one he interacted with more than most. It wasn’t intentional, he’d never been the most sociable with his co-workers. Preferring to keep conversations about ongoing projects and issues instead of who from accounting was dating someone from IT and if it would last. Those conversations were best left to Atsumu, the omega was a social butterfly knowing everything and anything about what was going on in the office and with whom. Sakusa had always admired that about him, his ability to wield conversations to his benefit both among coworkers and clients. Sakusa on the other hand was more of a bogeyman, one that did good work, but you were careful to approach.
Unless your name was Miya Atsumu and could care less. From the moment Sakusa had joined MSBY, Atsumu had stuck to him like glue. Always finding ways in the day to bring up a conversation or make commentary. It had thrown the alpha for a minute, defensive to know what the omega wanted until they were assigned to a project together for a client together and Sakusa got to see the blond at work first hand. He’d been dedicated, hardworking and left Sakusa staring in awe at his prowess. Atsumu was a force to be reckoned with, and no matter how you saw omegas, he’d have you on your knees if he wanted.
“I, um,” Atsumu's voice was almost shy as he placed a to-go cup on the desk. “I got ya a coffee”
Sakusa blinked for a moment. He stared at the coffee, mouth parted in surprise. “Thank you,” he pulled it towards himself, pulling the lid off to inhale the steam. He nearly moaned at the bitter smell of black coffee. He looked up at Atsumu who was looking down at him, lower lip caught between teeth. Sakusa wanted to pull it free. He swallowed. “Do you have sugar by chance?”
Atsumu looked away, eyes remaining locked on Sakusa’s from the corner. “I add the four sugars ya like already.”
Sakusa looked down at the cup, he brought it to his lips, blowing gently before taking a small sip. A strong sweet taste greeted his taste buds. It was perfect. “Oh.” He whispered in surprise.
A cough brought his attention upward. Atsumu’s face was slightly pink. “Well, I’ll leave ya to work, Omi. Here a croissant, if ya want it.” The omega dropped a brown bag on Sakusa’s desk before walking away quickly.
Sakusa stared after him, mouth opened to respond but wasn’t fast enough. He couldn’t help but focus on the back of Atsumu’s neck as he walked away. His mouth ached. His head pounded. His skin itched. He shook himself out of it and turned back to his desk, trying to ignore the scent of pomegranates that hovered in the air and the way it made his stomach growl. He grabbed the croissant he’d been left and ripped into it, hoping the treat and the coffee would allow him to focus on the work ahead of him for the day.
While the coffee helped, and made him hope that maybe the day wouldn’t be so bad, things took a turn for the worst at lunch. Just when Sakusa was about to head out and pick up something to eat, Meian called him into his office. Dread collected in his stomach as he closed the door behind him and turned to see Meian giving him a strained smile.
“What’s wrong?”
Meian chuckled awkwardly. “Now Sakusa, don’t kill me.”
Sakusa’s eyes narrowed. “That depends on what you’re about to say.”
The alpha sighed heavily, before pulling out a thick file and pushing it across the desk. “Gotta urgent request from higher up.”
Sakusa’s stomach dropped. “No.”
“Yup,” Meian sighed, “Seems there was a screw-up during the last submission and we gotta fix it by the end of business day, today.”
“What about the previous team that they gave it to?”
Meian winced. “They’re on a higher level project and they tossed it down to us. That’s why I need ya.”
Sakusa sighed, shoulder slumping in defeat, the ache in his head returning. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” Meian said, relieved. “Feel free to take a conference room and use it for the rest of the day.”
He gave a nod, reaching out and taking the file and corresponding USB in hand. “I’ll be in conference room B for the rest of the day then.”
“Thanks, Sakusa!” Meian called after him as he left.
Sakusa could already feel the exhaustion as it crept into his bones. His headache was back and ragging harder than ever. On top of that, his stomach was beginning to eat itself as the short life of the croissant Atsumu had given him had reached its end. There would be no time for lunch today. He entered Conference Room B, which was situated just around the corner from the elevators and away from the main office area. It was the perfect place for silence when one needed no distractions.
He placed the file down, powered up the computer built into the table for projections and input the USB. On it was a mess of files, improperly labelled, when Sakusa clicked on one the result made his pounding head worse. The excel file was a mess of raw data, barely held together by half-assed analysis. It would take hours just to clean up the data enough to be able to work with it.
Sakusa resigned himself to his fate. He worked off his blazer and took a seat at the head of the conference table. With the computer to his right, he opened the set of files and spread out the papers, analyzing the red ink that highlighted errors. The pages were more red than any other colour. Sakusa never wanted to quit more. He grabbed a pen in resignation and began to slowly move through the pages, trying desperately to work through the mess for the end-of-day deadline.
It was some time between when his leg started to shake and his vision started to blur that a knock on the door pulled him out of his focus. His vision turned towards the door, his breath caught in his chest for a moment at the sight of blond hair peeking inside.
“Hiya Omi.”
“Miya…What are you doing here?” The itch returned under Sakusa’s skin. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t stop staring as Atsumu fully entered the room.
“Well, I came back from lunch an hour ago and haven’t seen ya. Asked around and heard ya’ve been holding up in here since.”
Sakusa scratched at his neck, nails picking at the edge of the patch. “Meian put me on an urgent assignment. Came here for some peace and quiet.”
Atsumu walked closer, hazel eyes taking in the conference room and the papers spread across the table. “Ah. I remember ya liked these rooms when we were partnered on the Alders project a few months back.”
Sakusa hummed, eyes drifting to the curve of Atsumu’s neck as the omega walked steadily closer. The room was dimly lit, to help Sakusa’s focus, but now all he could think about was the flush on Atsumu’s cheeks and if it was a trick of the light or something else. His teeth ached as his eyes roamed the edge of Atsumu’s jaw settling on the spot where the collar of the blond’s shirt met his neck.
“I got ya somethin’.”
Sakusa’s eyes tore away from the tan skin and focused on hazel eyes. “Oh?”
Atsumu pulled a brown paper bag from behind his back. He placed it on the table. “Got ya some umeboshi onigiri from Samu. Figured ya’d need something to eat at some point.”
Sakusa focused on the bag, his stomach growling loudly. His ears burned. He pulled it toward himself. He opened it to see three wrapped onigiri nestled inside.
“Ya like?”
Sakusa looked away from the food to see Atsumu staring down at him. His lower lip had been pulled between his teeth again. Something that Sakusa was starting to realize might be a nervous habit. He reached out mindlessly, pulling the lip free. He watched the mouth part in surprise. “I do. Thank you, Miya.”
Sakusa’s thumb stayed pressed against the cushion of Atsumu’s lip as the blond spoke. “I’m glad...Omi.”
Sakusa continued to stare, a deep instinct pulling him in. He swallowed, tearing his eyes from red lips to meet Atsumu’s eyes. Blown-out pupils ringed in hazel gold met his. The silence was magnetizing, two stars circling a black hole. A noise rumbled from Sakusa’s throat. The two stilled. Sakusa released Atsumu’s chin like he’d been burned, face flushed as he took in the conference room wall. He coughed awkwardly. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s fine,” Atsumu laughed, voice a fraction too high and wobbly. “I should let ya get back to work.”
“Right, work.” Sakusa echoed, as the urgent project he’d been working on came back to his mind. He sat down stiffly, straightening out the papers he had laid out as Atsumu walked quickly to the door. Sakusa watched from the corner of his eye as he left. He stared at Atsumu’s backside, eyes drifting lower and lower. Sakusa smothered a second noise that curled up his throat.
The door clicked shut. Sakusa collapsed into his chair, chest rising rapidly as he struggled to steady his heart. Instincts itched under his skin, telling him to follow, claim. He’d always thought of himself as respectful towards his coworkers. But never more had he wanted to lay someone down and devour them for all they were worth.
He clenched his fists tightly, letting the bite of his nails against his skin focus him as he exhaled slowly. Feeling a little clearer in the head he bent down and got to work, praying that he could finish soon. After a while, his eyes drifted to the onigiri and he helped himself to one, taking small bites between sections of work as he collected his thoughts on the growing analysis.
Before he knew it, Sakusa had polished off all three onigiris and had the majority of a half-decent report pulled together. He couldn’t help but be a little relieved, the growing pounding in his head making it harder and harder to focus. His mouth was dry. He looked at his watch, 7:22. He rubbed at his face tiredly, before standing up with a bone-cracking stretch. He exited the conference room, walking towards the small office kitchen to grab a glass of water.
The floor was dark for the most part. Lit mainly by low-efficiency lights as everyone had gone home. Almost everyone. Sakusa paused at the entrance to the kitchen. There under the white light stood Atsumu, staring back at him wide-eyed.
“Miya? What are you still doing here?”
“Uh...I had some work I needed to do.” Atsumu said, avoiding Sakusa’s gaze, cheeks pink.
He lifted a brow. “After everyone has gone home?”
Atsumu pouted, cheeks puffing out in a way that made the flush decorating them more noticeable. “Ya haven’t gone home yet.”
Sakusa starred as Atsumu pulled his lower lip once more between his teeth. His mind went blank. Vision focused on the red pout. “That is correct.” He murmured half-heartedly. Blood roared in his ears. He unconsciously took a step forward.
“Omi?”
The sweet smell of pomegranate greeted his nose. The scent was rich. It curled in the back of Sakusa’s throat and buried itself in his bones. It spoke of a startling realization. Heat.
“Miya.” He whispered, skin itching.
He heard the omega’s breath catch. They locked eyes. Pupils wide, mouths parted. The room had quickly become filled with pheromones. Not only the scent of pomegranate but the cutting smell of pine. Oh.
“Omi,” Atsumu whispered. “I meant to tell ya, yer scent patch wasn’t on properly today.”
Sakusa’s hand drifted to his neck. “Oh?”
Atsumu nodded, taking a step forward. “Yeah, noticed when we rode the elevator this mornin’.”
“Sorry, I woke up late.” Sakusa mirrored Atsumu’s steps, drifting closer.
Atsumu shook his head, gaze never leaving Sakusa’s. “It's fine, ya smell... nice. Never knew yer scent before.”
Sakusa’s heart stuttered, his instincts preened. The scent of pine grew thicker. He watched the way Atsumu’s nostrils flared and eyes glazed. “Nice?”
“Mh,” Atsumu tilted his head up. Their noses were almost touching. “Reminds me of the forest back home. The sun on my skin, the grass beneath my feet.”
“Sounds lovely.” Sakusa bent down, nose skimming the curve of Atsumu’s neck. The rich aroma of pomegranates made his mouth water. A soft hand took his hesitantly. Sakusa gripped it tighter, enjoying the way the breath stuttered.
“It is.” Atsumu's voice was shaky as he exhaled, fingers intertwining with Sakusa’s. “Seems ya like mine as well.”
Sakusa breathed in deeply, a low sound emanating from his chest. “You’ve always smelled...intoxicating.”
“ Yeah ?”
Sakusa’s lips brushed the sensitive skin. “ Yeah.”
They turned into each other. Atsumu’s eyes were hooded. Sakusa stared at the faint freckles and laugh lines. He dove forward.
A groan tore from his throat the moment their lips touched. His skin was on fire, and the itch under his skin released in greedy hands and demanding pulls tugging Atsumu closer and closer. The omega whined as they touched, mouth open and pliant as Sakusa licked his way inside. It tasted like heaven, stars exploding behind his eyes.
He gripped Atsumu's hips tightly, walking him back towards the kitchen counter. Atsumu’s breath hitched against his at the sharp press. Sakusa’s tongue stroked at the top of the omega’s mouth, a soft spot that had the blond melting in his arms. He swallowed the little whines, savouring the way desperate hips began to rut against his thighs.
They parted for air.
Atsumu's eyes were glazed, half shut. His chest was rising rapidly, hands gripping at the front of Sakusa’s shirt. The fabric was hopelessly wrinkled. Sakusa wanted more. He raised a hand, tangling it in blond hair at the base of Atsumu’s neck, pulling him in for another earth-shattering kiss. Sakusa wanted to stay like this forever. Atsumu was addicting and he never wanted to stop.
A warm hand brushed against his collar bone. Sakusa inhaled sharply, eyes he didn’t realize had closed, opening to see Atsumu opening the buttons on his shirt.
“What to feel ya Omi. Please let me feel ya.” Atsumu whispered before standing on his toes to pull Sakusa in for another kiss. Sakusa could do nothing but comply. His own hands moved to the front of Atsumu’s chest to work off the buttons. The idea of pressing skin against skin was everything. Sakusa chased the heat, dragging his lips across Atsumu’s jaw, down his throat. He nipped at the gland located there.
A needy whine cut through the air. It rattled in Sakusa’s chest and made a home in his bones. He wanted to hear that sound forever. He nipped harder, dragging his aching teeth along the flesh. Hands tangled in his curls, tugged at them desperately.
“More,” Atsumu gasped.
Sakusa was hopeless to comply, he dragged the shirt off Atsumu's arms, savouring the shivers his hands brought forth. “Anything,” he whispered into the tan skin. He was hard and aching. He proceeded to lick the curve of Atsumu’s jaw, drowning on the taste of pomegranate. His hands moved to the front of Atsumu’s pants, working the buckle of his belt and zipper. “Can I taste you?” Sakusa begged.
Atsumu whined, nodding frantically. “ Yes .”
“Can I have you?”
“ Yes .”
Pants freed, Sakusa took Atsumu’s face between his palms. “ You are mine .”
“ Always.”
The confession left Sakusa desperate. He grabbed Atsumu’s hips and lifted him onto the counter. He worked at his own pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He removed the clothing from around Atsumu’s ankles, taking his place between large thighs before pulling Atsumu in for another kiss.
Their hips brushed, cocks hard. Sakusa inhaled sharply at the overwhelming sensation. Atsumu rolled his hips again, pulling a groan from Sakusa’s lips. He was drunk on the omega before him. The itch was finally gone, replaced with an insatiable need. A need that made him want to consume anything and everything that was Atsumu.
He leaned forward, pushing Atsumu onto his back before starting a slow trail of kisses down the omega’s chest. He explored every mountain and valley of skin, savouring the way Atsumu’s stomach stuttered under his lips. He kissed at a hip bone, eyes flicking upward to drink in Atsumu’s expression. His eyes were lidded, lip caught between white teeth.
Sakusa paused in his exploration, lifting from the precious hip to reach for Atsumu’s face. Atsumu leaned into it almost immediately, eyes glazed and glassy. Sakusa pulled the lip from between his teeth.
“Let me hear you.” He whispered.
Atsumu nodded. The mix of pomegranates and pine thickened the air like honey. It was a heady drug that pulled Sakusa closer. A moth to a flame. Sakusa was helpless to the omega, Atsumu was mesmerizing and pulled him in from the moment they’d met.
Sakusa continued to cup Atsumu’s face in one hand, the other reaching down to greet a wet, trembling hole. Sakusa cursed, finger circling the rim as he looked at Atsumu in awe.
Atsumu’s face was flushed. “Ya always get me like this.” His body was trembling in an attempt to stay still.
Sakusa stroked the curve of Atsumu’s cheek. “Then I won’t waste it.” He said, maintaining eye contact as his finger slipped in. The muscle gave away easily, letting Sakusa make quick work with a second and third finger.
Atsumu’s back was arching by the end, hands clawing at Sakusa’s chest. “Omi, please. More. Please. I need ya. Yer cock. Please.” The words were a frantic babble, mixed with high-pitched whines and keens. Sakusa had never heard something so beautiful.
He lined himself up at the apex of Atsumu’s thighs. His gaze remained locked with Atsumu before he pushed himself in slowly. The heat was immediate. It left Sakusa breathless as he bowed over. He stilled his hips in a desperate attempt to maintain composure.
He cursed. “You’re so damn tight.”
Atsumu laughed quietly, mouth parted in an “o” shape as he struggled to breathe. “Only for ya. Always just ya.” He squeezed around Sakusa’s cock.
The alpha groaned, dropping to his elbows, just above Atsumu’s face. The sound was low and guttural, rising from deep inside his chest as he struggled to breathe. Atsumu felt incredible. The pleasure had his mind going blank, any movement would push him over the edge in an instant.
“Come on, Omi,” Atsumu whined, trying to shift his hips.
Sakusa pinned him down in an instant. “ None of that. ” The cloak of pheromones surrounding them became stronger. They stared at each other, eyes mirroring. Wild, desperation, need. It was pure, animalistic, instinct. The sight made Sakusa’s heart swell.
He swallowed slowly, leaning down to brush his nose with Atsumu’s. The omega mewled in question. It made Sakusa chuckle, the innocence of it all. He skimmed his nose along the edge of Atsumu’s jaw before setting in the crook of his neck where the scent was strongest. He inhaled deeply, savouring the shivers that greeted him. He settled into the warmth, the sense of connection and fullness. He could stay there forever, just savouring the moment.
“Omi?” Atsumu asked quietly.
“I think,” Sakusa started. “I think I’ve always known that you called me. Like a siren in a storm, pulling a sailor to sea.” Sakusa shifted slightly, smiling at the moan the motion brought forth.
“Omi.”
“You just wouldn’t let me go. Keeping close, making sure I knew you were there.” He lifted to see watery hazel eyes. He brushed a tear back with his thumb. “Caring for me when I tried to pull away.”
Atsumu’s face was flushed. “I wanted to make sure ya were okay.”
A real smile curled at Sakusa’s lips as he leaned forward. “I know. Thank you.” He whispered before brushing their lips together and then following it with a more demanding kiss.
He swallowed the needy sound rising from Atsumu’s throat as trembling arms wrapped around his neck. He slowly pulled his hips back and began a tantalizing dance, moving his hips in a rocking motion that had Atsumu grabbing at him desperately.
They moaned into each other's lips, drunk on the taste of pine and pomegranates. The heat curled in the back of his spine, an overarching wave, a need, a tightly bound coil. Sakusa mouthed at Atsumu’s throat, nipping and gnawing at the gland. His teeth ached. He savoured the way Atsumu babbled beneath him, nails clawing frantically as he shuddered beneath him.
When Atsumu gasped at a particular angle, Sakusa’s mind blanked. The high-pitched whine unlocked a feral need inside him as he started to pick up his hips, movements faster, pin-pointed and unhinged. He wanted to hear those sounds again, to let the sound travel down his spine in a way that left him aching and wanting.
The heat coiled tighter and tighter. His jaw ached. He reached down to grasp at Atsumu’s cock as he bent the omega in half. The babbling mewls left him shuddering. So close. He threw Atsumu’s leg over his shoulders, scraping his teeth against the unmarked thigh. The cry that escaped the omega’s lips was everything. He fucked the omega until he was trembling, tumbling so hard over the edge with a mess of cum on his stomach and the edge of his jaw.
The sight was intoxicating. Sakusa bit down on the thigh harshing, moaning at the taste of skin on his tongue. Everything about Atsumu was rich, overwhelming, and hauntingly sweet. Sakusa came hard, a hand gripping Atsumu’s waist so tight it’d started to already bruise. He heard his name screamed somewhere far away.
Sakusa was left panting when he released the thigh from his mouth. He stared at the red teeth marks in a daze, a smudge of crimson. Mindlessly, he leaned forward licking it away.
Atsumu moaned beneath him, eyes glazed. He reached towards Sakusa, encouraging him closer. Sakusa leaned down, inhaling when he felt the scent patch ripped from his neck. Pine overwhelmed the air, the musk of it demanding. Rut. Atsumu’s face took on a dopey smile at the smell. His insides squeezed around Sakusa’s cock which was still inside. Locked by a knot.
“Hey, Omi.” Atsumu rasped.
Sakusa hummed, nuzzling at the bitten thigh mindlessly.
“Wanna come stay in my nest with me?”
Sakusa stilled, looking at Atsumu wide-eyed. He nodded, almost shy as he released Atsumu’s legs to nuzzle at the omega’s throat and kiss him softly.
They stayed like that, basking in the afterglow, waiting for Sakusa’s knot to go down. Atsumu kept the alpha warm while Sakusa kissed every inch of skin, marking the omega thoroughly. When it was finally time to go, Sakusa reluctantly pulled out, finger pushing the cum back in before allowing them to get dressed.
They stumbled out of the office, Sakusa wrapped around Atsumu as they made their way to the blond’s apartment. As Atsumu pulled Sakusa into his nest, a biting collar nestled around his throat, one thing was clear. They’d be calling in sick tomorrow.