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Atsumu
Atsumu’s heart slammed against his ribs. “W…what?”
Sakusa held the flowers out further. “I told Kita about us. That we’re together.”
“Like romantically?”
“Yes, Miya. Romantically.”
Atsumu’s lip started to quirk up. “Omi-kun?”
“What?”
“Do you got a crush on me?”
One of the flower stems snapped. “Atsumu, I'm trying to be serious—”
“Pretty embarrassin’ for you.”
“Miya, I swear—”
Atsumu started to walk towards him. Sakusa took a nervous half step back.
“S’okay Omi.” Atsumu had a full-blown grin as he closed the last few feet between them. He wrapped his hand around the stems right above Sakusa’s hand, tilting the flowers and giving them a sniff. “I got one on you too.”
“There’s more you should know.”
Atsumu did his best not to jump to terrible conclusions. He smoothed out a petal that had got bent on the way over here. “What?”
“Kita’s going to continue to live with me—”
“What?” Atsumu’s eyes snapped to his.
“—until we can help him find someone else,” Sakusa said quickly. “There’s a better chance he’ll meet someone in the city because there’s more people here, but he’s still going to call off the wedding. Tomorrow. We’re going to drive up to my parents’ estate and tell them together. I can’t send him there alone.”
“Find him someone else?”
“So, he doesn’t lose his farm," Sakusa explained. "It’s everything to him.”
Atsumu stared at the flowers, not wanting Kita to lose everything either. “Okay.” He needed the childcare as well until the twins could get into a daycare together. “We’ll set him up. It’ll be fun.” Fun might not be the right word, but Atsumu was trying to be optimistic. He didn’t really want to be talking about Kita right now though. “And you and I? We’re datin’ officially?”
“Yes, we’re dating.”
“You gotta ask me then.”
Sakusa looked super unimpressed with him, but with a sigh, he put the flowers aside on the coffee table so he could hold Atsumu’s face between his hands. “Atsumu Miya—”
“Full name. Fancy.”
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Yes.” Atsumu felt like dancing, instead he closed any remaining space between them, and kissed Sakusa.
Sakusa’s mouth was soft, gentle and asking, like he wasn’t quite sure Atsumu was okay with everything. Atsumu immediately went to fix that, pushing his lips harder, working Sakusa’s mouth open roughly until he could press his tongue inside.
That helped convince Sakusa that everything was okay.
Sakusa’s hands were around Atsumu in seconds, untucking his shirt, and snaking his hands around to Atsumu’s lower back, pulling them flush together.
“Omi,” Atsumu whispered between kisses. “Bedroom?”
They stumbled towards the bedroom without breaking the making out, arms encircling one another like they couldn’t get close enough. Atsumu hit the doorframe on the way in, but neither of them acknowledged it, wrapped up in being with one another. Being together, Atsumu reminded himself happily.
Sakusa lowered Atsumu to the bed, standing between his knees. “How do you—”
“I wanna try bein’ on the bottom. I really do.” His earlier pursuits not being satisfied because Kita had interrupted. “Please.”
Sakusa rested his hands on Atsumu’s thighs. “I think that can be arranged.”
A shiver curled up Atsumu’s spine.
Sakusa nodded. “Move up the bed.”
“Say no more.” Atsumu squirmed his way up until his hair was near the headboard. The sight above him perfect in every way. Sakusa dressed up all nice, hair starting to get messy from their making out, those dark eyes assessing every inch of Atsumu like he was some piece of art or something to be conquered. It gave Atsumu a thrill. “Like what you see, Omi-kun?”
“Has that line ever work?”
“On you?” Atsumu quipped. “All of the time.”
Scowling now, having to choose whether to prove Atsumu right or not, Sakusa made no movement to join him on the bed. Atsumu got excited watching him, waiting in anticipation for when ultimately, Sakusa would cave because he always did for Atsumu. Sure enough, Sakusa climbed up onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress between Atsumu’s knees. Atsumu opened his mouth to brag.
“Don’t,” Sakusa warned.
“Not like you’d leave even if I did point out the line works.”
The look Sakusa gave him made Atsumu’s dick tent further in his trousers. The fabric not doing a whole lot to hide the fact he was already halfway there. Must have taken some of the sting out of caving to Atsumu because Sakusa glanced at it, and then stretched out over him. Elbows next to Atsumu’s head so they could kiss some more. His weight pressed down on Atsumu’s chest and cock.
They went slower than usual, hands wandering over fabric, fingers curling into hair, bodies shifting and adjusting against each other. Warming them both, until Atsumu could feel a very telling hardness pressing into his hip.
It felt fragile, being together like this. Sakusa admitting they were together. Atsumu's heart felt warm and full and delicate like this man could wreck him in an instant, and yet, at the same time, Atsumu would easily give everything to him.
Atsumu pulled his mouth away. “I got one hell of an emotional boner.”
Sakusa brushed a thumb along Atsumu’s cheek. “I suspect it’s not only emotional.”
“You sure are hot, so that helps.”
Finally, a smirk from Sakusa. Atsumu’s cock filled more and he wasn’t sure he could get any harder. “Can we please take our clothes off now?”
Sakusa gripped Atsumu’s chin, gently tilting it up. “Only because you asked nicely.”
Atsumu had been wrong. He could, in fact, get harder. “Omi, take ‘em off.”
Their mouths met again, Sakusa’s hands on Atsumu’s shirt while Atsumu worked free the belt Sakusa had been wearing with ease. He pulled down the zipper of the trousers, felt Sakusa’s cock come free of the restraint and push against the boxers Sakusa wore. Atsumu hooked his thumbs in the waistband, starting to tug them down, but knowing he’d need Sakusa to get up to get them the rest of the way. He pressed a hand over Sakusa’s boxers, applying pressure that made Sakusa’s mouth falter on his with a soft breath.
Atsumu did all of that in the time it took for Sakusa to get one button free. “Um, Omi?” Atsumu tried to look down at where Sakusa was fumbling with the shirt buttons. You good, or…” Strugglin’?
“I’m fine. I got this.” Sakusa propped himself up on one elbow, glaring down at the shirt Atsumu was wearing as he tried to use one hand to slip the buttons free. “Fuck. What is wrong with this shirt?”
Atsumu suppressed a laugh. “The buttons are big. The holes small. Like-”
“Don’t make a stupid joke.”
“I wasn’t goin’ too!”
:Liar." Sakusa tugged at the next button, accomplishing nothing.
“Stupid buttons,” Sakusa muttered, dropping his full weight onto Atsumu so he could use both hands, which didn’t have much success. “Why did you wear this? Why do you even have it on when you’ve been home all day?”
“Kita picked it out. He said it was for a special occasion.”
“Stupid Kita. Probably thinks he’s hilarious going for the shirt with the most stupid buttons. Jerk.” Sakusa fought with the shirt. “Why did you go along with this?”
“Thought maybe we were meetin’ up with you for dinner.”
“Idiot.”
“You better be talkin’ ‘bout the buttons.”
“I am not.”
Atsumu might have taken offense to that if Sakusa wasn’t struggling the way he was. Patience wasn’t particularly Atsumu’s strong suite, but given how amusing this was, he mostly just tried to suppress a laugh. “You’re doin’ great, Omi. Gold stars for you.”
“Shut it, Miya.” That small burst of rage finally helped him yank the next button free.
Atsumu gave a small cheer.
Sakusa glowered at him for that.
Then, Sakusa folded back the freed material, a finger trailing down the visible skin of Atsumu's chest before he bent his head and kissed the spot. A flutter hummed in Atsumu’s gut and he lifted his back off the bed before settling back to the mattress. His hand came up and wrapped themselves in Sakusa’s curls.
Sakusa’s mouth formed a circle, sucking on the skin now. Not the best place to be leaving a mark, given the shared locker room with the team, but Atsumu sighed into the feeling of being marked up, being taken by Sakusa. He rolled his hips, feeling Sakusa’s dick drag across his thigh while his dick dragged over Sakusa’s hip.
A pop sounded when Sakusa pulled free. A finger ran over the mark before he freed the next button, seeming to get the hang of it, and he did the same at the next bit of visible skin, a kiss and a mark, and with every button he had to take too long to get undone, Atsumu’s desperation started to peak, so he kept rolling his hips, feeling the pressure of Sakusa's hip on hid cock, and kept them both hard in their pants. A wet spot spreading on the front of his trousers.
When Atsumu was successfully covered in hickeys down his sternum to his waist, the final button came free, and Sakusa helped to slide the shirt off his arms. Sakusa made quick work of his own shirt, the buttons clearly better fitted, and then he eased off the bed to yank Atsumu’s pants entirely off. He finished pulling his off and left everything in a heap on the floor.
His gaze landed on Atsumu, scaling the sight of him, and lingering on his erection. His tip swollen red and wet from the precum he’d leaked in his pants as he'd been waiting for his shirt to come off.
Sakusa got back on the bed, lowering his head between Atsumu's legs. Excitement burrowed a hole in Atsumu’s chest and gut, thinking he was going to get sucked off. Instead, Sakusa ignored Atsumu’s cock entirely, happily lapping with his tongue at Atsumu’s thighs instead.
Then, a sharp press of teeth against the flesh and Atsumu winced. Sakusa didn’t break the skin, only dug his teeth in hard enough to ensure an imprint would be left. “You can bite harder,” Atsumu offered, feeling the strain in Sakusa’s jaw. “We can’t mate out of rut if you accidently break the skin.”
Sakusa unhinged his jaw. “I know.”
Then, teeth pressed into another place, harder, but still not breaking the skin.
The slight ache of pain made Atsumu’s erection fully fill out, curving upwards like he did when he was most excited. Sakusa noted it, pinched the head between thumb and forefinger, and pushed it down. Atsumu groaned, wanting more touch, wanting his entire cock enveloped with Sakusa's warm hands. “Omi.”
Instead, Sakusa returned to his thighs, teeth leaving deep imprints, and when he finally bit down hard enough to bruise, heat washed through Atsumu. He sucked on his bottom lip, eyes shut, letting the twisted feel of pain and pleasure ransack his brain. Sakusa's teeth never broke skin, only pressed deep enough into the flesh to break blood vessels and leave bruises.
Sakusa sat up a second, digging his thumb into the bruises, and Atsumu squirmed away from the touch. “None of that, Atsumu.” Sakusa grabbed his thigh, holding it in place while he dug in his thumb.
Atsumu withered at the dull ache, face flushing both at the heat inside his body and how much he liked to be handled like this. When the dull throb started to settle and numb out, Sakusa let it go, bringing his head down to kiss each tiny bruised mark.
“You always,” Atsumu said, not surprised to find his breath raspy, “pay so much attention ‘ta my thighs when my dick is right there.”
“I like how thick your thighs are.”
“My dick is thick too,” Atsumu complained.
Sakusa lifted his head, shot him an irritated look, and then leaned forwards to lick Atsumu’s cock from base to head, mouth sealing over the tip briefly, so briefly it was more annoying than anything, before returning his mouth to Atsumu’s thighs again. “I’m well aware of your massive girth, Atsumu.”
“Then, do somethin’ about it.”
“Watching you squirm on the bed is far more entertaining.”
“Bastard.”
“Your bastard,” Sakusa breathed right against his thigh.
It was the your that sent a shudder through Atsumu’s entire body, his thighs flexing, and Sakusa nodded his approval. A thumb pressed into the crevice where the muscles protruded under the skin, and Sakusa pressed down hard, making the muscles involuntarily tremble. Atsumu couldn’t help it, his legs closed, squeezing Sakusa’s face, and Sakusa let out a garbled sound like he’d be content to die right there.
Fuck. This was painfully slow.
“More, Omi,” Atsumu said, his head falling back to the pillow. “Please.”
Another press of his teeth leaving behind an imprint before Sakusa twisted to look at Atsumu from between his legs. “You need to release my head then.”
“Okay,” Atsumu let out a breath of a laugh. “Right.”
He forced his thighs open and Sakusa sat up. He stretched over Atsumu for the bedside table, pulling it open, and grabbing the half-filled bottle of lube there. When he sat back again, his eyes were carefully watching Atsumu’s face. Sakusa slicked up his fingers while towering over Atsumu. The lights above making his shadow stretch down Atsumu’s body that he had full reign over, and Atsumu cursed himself when he felt his shoulders start to get tight.
I want this.
Sakusa went slow about it, giving Atsumu any chance to change his mind as he reached between Atsumu’s legs and circled his hole with the slicked up fingers.
Do not ruin this for yourself.
A single finger slipped inside. A pause to gauge Atsumu’s reaction.
Then, confusion bit into Sakusa’s forehead, he curled his finger. “Why are you already opened up?”
Oh, yeah. “I was gettin’ off before Kita showed up interruptin’ me.”
A lift of Sakusa’s eyebrow. “And, you were fingering yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you been able to do that since everything happened?”
“No. It’s been a while. Thought it would feel good, so I went for it.”
Two fingers now and Atsumu had to breath through his nose.
“I’m proud of you, Atsumu.”
It sounded absurd. For Sakusa to be proud over something like that, but knowing how much Atsumu had struggled with what he wanted, all the praise did was warm Atsumu's body alongside the nerves still going off within his chest. When a third finger slipped inside him, stretching him wider than before, his heart sped up and his breaths got shorter with a panic. A panic not helped with Sakusa looming over him and calling all the shots and Atsumu simply lying here not doing much. Sakusa curled his fingers, watching every twitch of Atsumu’s face, and those must have betrayed how nervous he was.
“Do you want to try a different position?” Sakusa suggested. “You can get on top and ride me.”
That sounded better. “Yeah, let’s try that.”
It helped, once Atsumu was upright and straddling Sakusa’s hips with his thighs. Looking down at Sakusa altered the weird power dynamic Atsumu had been feeling off put by. He knew it was stupid because it didn’t matter what position they were in. So long as they were in any position Atsumu was usually content, but not tonight. Eventually, hopefully, he’d be the one on his back letting Sakusa plow into him.
“Better?” Sakusa asked.
Atsumu nodded.
He could feel Sakusa’s erection against his ass, brushing the cheeks. Sakusa lifted his hips, dragging his cock along the crack, clearly wanting more, and asking silently.
A dissonance resounded inside Atsumu. One between who he thought he was, and what he was doing, like he was two separate people. Confident and restless and fun outside these walls, and pathetic and submissive in them.
“Gimme a second, Omi,” he said, trailing his hands along Sakusa’s chest, tracing the map of constellations made up of freckles and moles and scars. “M’sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Sakusa busied his own hands on Atsumu’s thighs, running his thumb along the fading impressions of his teeth. Fingers drifting along the place where Atsumu’s leg met his hip, but not going any closer to his dick. “You’re really hot by the way.”
Atsumu let out a bite of laughter.
“Am I stroking your ego enough, Miya?”
“Could do with a bit more.”
A roll of Sakusa’s eyes. “You’re stronger than me.”
Atsumu couldn’t help his smile. He did routinely lift heavier weights.
“It’s one of the reasons I like tying you up,” Sakusa admitted. “I like watching you strain against whatever position I have you in. Though, we haven’t done that for awhile.”
Atsumu’s smile faded.
“Did I say something wrong?” Sakusa asked. “I though you enjoyed being in restraints.”
“I do.” It’s what the bondage implied. “I just don’t want to feel like the Omega between us.”
Sakusa’s head fell to the side in understanding. His hair fanning out on the pillow. “You know I’ll never think that about you, right?”
Atsumu’s hands moved to Sakusa’s pecs, massaging into them.
“Enjoying taking my dick doesn’t make you more or less an Alpha than I am.” Sakusa dug his thumbs into some bruises on Atsumu’s thighs again, making the muscles flex. “After all, I wouldn’t be dating you if you weren’t an Alpha.”
“That’s true.”
“Besides, what happens between us in the bedroom, stays here. At least on my part, you have a habit of telling everyone what we do.”
“I like ‘ta brag about you.”
“Yes, I’m well aware,” Sakusa said drily.
Atsumu grabbed one of Sakusa’s hands, lacing their fingers together, and resting them against Sakusa’s sweaty chest. The issue wasn’t what Sakusa thought about him, it was what Atsumu thought of himself. The dissonance uncomfortable, though Sakusa was helping.
Atsumu leaned forwards, kissing Sakusa again, trying to reheat them both and stop the uncomfortable distance between who he was and what he wanted in his chest. Sakusa’s mouth pressed hard against his, rough and distracting, and Atsumu tried to ground himself in the feel of it. The warm of them. The softness of them. Atsumu tried to let his senses overwhelm him.
Their hands fell apart as Atsumu explored Sakusa’s chest. A canvas he already knew well, but never got tired of touching. A small scar beneath Sakusa’s left pec from a volleyball incident, a series of moles arranged perfectly in a line, the birth mark low on his waist, near his hip, that was so small Sakusa had never noticed it until Atsumu did.
Atsumu forcefully grounded himself in this moment, not thinking about who he was or wasn’t, but letting the sensations he felt of their bodies together and his feelings, what they wanted, lead. And, what he wanted most was Sakusa inside him, up against his prostate, and maybe what was wanted was all that mattered.
He rolled his hips, groaning into Sakusa’s mouth.
Sensing the shift in Atsumu's mood, Sakusa’s hands were on his hips, helping to roll them through the motions Atsumu wanted, and the grinding against Sakusa’s stomach lit an impatience in Atsumu that was reflected in the way Sakusa kept lifting his hips wanting more.
Sakusa drew their mouths apart.
Confused, Atsumu sat up a little, hands still pressed to Sakusa’s chest.
“Atsumu,” Sakusa said firmly, “you can take it.”
A shiver ran down Atsumu’s spine.
“Let me rephrase,” Sakusa said, voice deep and smooth. “You will take it.”
Atsumu took two handfuls of Sakusa’s pecs and squeezed. Between his thighs, Sakusa’s hips squirmed a little, but he didn’t once break eye contact, ever steady and patient.
“And,” Sakusa continued, “you always take it so well.”
Heat rose to Atsumu’s cheeks while he continued to massage Sakusa’s chest, squeezing the pecs gently over and over. The feel of them soft and solid and very much here. The dissonance fading away as Atsumu thought only of the now with Sakusa’s certainty. Thought only of the sensations between their bodies. Grounding himself in the moment.
Desperation harshly exploded through Atsumu. “I need you inside me.”
“Get on with it then.”
With a soft laugh, Atsumu lifted himself up on his knees, reaching beneath himself to give Sakusa a couple of long strokes that had him shuddering on the bed. Atsumu’s mind felt feral with its wanting as Sakusa’s dick swelled thick and long under his touch.
He stroked Sakusa once more before getting a grip on him, eliciting a soft moan from the other Alpha, and then lined himself up. Sakusa’s hands rested on Atsumu's hips, the grip firm, but not forceful. Atsumu focused on the feel of his reassuring hands, the heat of where their bodies touched, and the canvas that was Sakusa to keep his mind present on how good it felt.
How good it felt to have Sakusa be his.
Atsumu lowered himself. His hole spreading around the tip, and he gasped.
“Look at you,” Sakusa’s voice curled, pleased. “Such a good Alpha for me.”
The words made Atsumu slip down another inch and together they moaned.
Sakusa chest wasn’t as steady anymore as he sunk into Atsumu.
And it felt so good.
The heat of Sakusa’s dick reaching deep, deep inside him.
Atsumu’s hands remained on Sakusa’s chest, but his head lolled backwards as he let himself drop, feeling the drag and motions of Sakusa inside him. Sakusa’s hips jolted, closing the last little bit until Atsumu’s ass was flesh with his thighs. Atsumu’s face scrunched up adjusting to the size of him. The sheer depths that Sakusa’s cock could reach.
Atsumu let a heavy breath out his nose. “You got such a long dick, Omi. Can practically feel it in my ribs.”
“Anatomically that’s impossible,” Sakusa said. “Also, you’ve missed this.”
“And I’d bet,” Atsumu said, using his knees to lift himself up, “you missed this.”
He sunk down on Sakusa, finally getting him to close his eyes as he fought back a groan, a flush burning across his cheeks. His thumbs pressed harder into Atsumu’s hips like Sakusa wanted to fuck him through to his skeleton.
“Damn,” Atsumu said, “I'm pretty good at this.”
With a raspy breath, Sakusa opened his eyes. “Don’t get too cocky.”
“Ain’t cocky if it’s true.” He lifted himself again and slid back down, feeling a groan build in his chest at the slide of Sakusa inside him. “Fuck,” he whispered instead. Fuck, this felt good. Exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he needed.
“That’s not how cocky works,” Sakusa sputtered, already losing it as Atsumu lifted up again and slammed back down. Ass to thighs. It made Sakusa’s hips move desperately, wanting to thrust and made his face crinkle up. Atsumu’s eyes dropped to Sakusa’s beautiful lips.
He couldn’t help himself. Atsumu leaned over, shoving their mouths together. It pulled Atsumu off of Sakusa by a couple inches, giving Sakusa the room he needed to thrust his hips and shove deep into Atsumu, and they moaned into one another’s mouths.
Sakusa’s sweaty hands hurried south, getting a hold of Atsumu’s cock.
Long heated stroke gradually built into an inferno.
Atsumu’s head bowed, separating their mouths as pleasure rocked through him. “Omi.”
“Wait for me,” Sakusa breathed, “I know you can.”
It was that certainty, that self-assurance that made Atsumu’s abdominal muscles flex to hold out longer. Not one bit helped when Sakusa’s thumb slid over his slit and pressed gently into it, enough to make Atsumu try to shift away, but Sakusa's thumb followed, not letting up. Atsumu’s brow fell against his, blond strands mixing with his dark curls. Atsumu didn’t want to disappoint, he wanted to do what Sakusa seemed so sure he could do. Hold himself together until Sakusa was there too.
Sakusa’s thumb moved to the side of Atsumu’s tip, a finger pressed to the other, and gently squeezed until Atsumu knew precum was being forced out of him. Small little beads of it that rained down onto Sakusa’s hand. “Ki…Kiyoomi.”
“Help me get there then, Atsu.”
Atsumu’s sweaty brow stayed stuck to Sakusa’s, not understanding until he felt Sakusa’s hips flex, shoving him deep inside again. Atsumu clenched around him, every muscle pulled taunt at his restraint and his effort, which was rewarded when Sakusa huffed a breath.
Atsumu didn’t let up, forcing Sakusa to drag himself out of the tight hold Atsumu had on his cock, letting Atsumu feel every inch of fullness inside him. When Sakusa slammed up into him again, Atsumu clenched, this time getting a hiss from the other Alpha. His dick pulsed once inside Atsumu. Close then.
Atsumu placed his hands against Sakusa’s pecs, leveraging himself upright, and clenching again as Sakusa thrust up into him. A groan slipping between his lips.
“I want,” Atsumu said on a breath, “’ta watch you come.”
Sakusa’s eyes flickered to his, taking in his words.
Then, Sakusa’s beautiful face scrunched together.
Beautiful, so fucking beautiful.
A garbled sound fell out of Sakusa’s mouth as he lost any control he had, hips thrusting upwards, and shoving inside Atsumu who still leaned forwards. Sakusa's cock pulsing as he released warmth inside of Atsumu. His hand getting loose around Atsumu’s dick in the process, and out of desperation Atsumu’s hips jerked, looking for the feel of his hand.
When Sakusa’s face began to relax, his hand resumed its previous grip, the whole length of Atsumu thoroughly touched. With the warmth of Sakusa still filling him, the length of him still pressing deep inside him, Atsumu rolled his hips into his hand. Desperate, full-bodied movements. “Ki…Kiyo…”
“Come for me, Atsumu.”
A groan tore out of Atsumu’s chest as he did. His cock throbbing as he came, drippling cum all over Sakusa’s hand and his chest, decorating an already beautiful body. Relief fell over every muscle he’d clenched as they came loose as he arched his back, lifted his face to the ceiling, and came.
When he had no more to give, he relaxed above Sakusa. Out of breath, but incredibly happy and wanting to hug Sakusa close to him.
“Wait,” Sakusa said, knowing exactly what Atsumu’s expression meant. “Towel first.”
Atsumu eased himself off of Sakusa, some of Sakusa’s cum drippling out of him and down his thighs and onto Sakusa’s hips. Atsumu reached for a nearby t-shirt since he didn't have a towels ready and cleaned the both of them off as best he could without water or a shower. He took his time with it, enjoying staring at Sakusa’s chest while he could, every little mole and scar and mark. His hand sweeping over whenever he wiped him off, and after a few seconds of this, the cold air started to seep in against their clammy skin.
Once satisfied with Atsumu’s job, Sakusa took the t-shirt from him, and tossed it aside. He reached his arms around Atsumu’s waist and tugged the Alpha down on top of him so their chests were pressed together. Atsumu wiggled down so he could cross his arms on Sakusa’s chest and set his chin on them so he could stare at Sakusa. “Do’ya know how pretty you are?”
Sakusa dark eyes simply stared back.
“Incredibly pretty,” Atsumu informed him.
“So, I’ve been told.”
Atsumu reached up a hand to push Sakusa’s curls out of his eyes. Nothing obstructing them now and Atsumu could see Sakusa was searching his face with a tinge of concern. “I’m okay, Omi.”
“You sure?”
“I loved every second of it. I've missed it."
Sakusa’s chest sunk with a relieved breath. “Good. I enjoyed it too.”
“Dunno how you couldn’t when I got an ass like that.”
Sakusa sighed, but his hands reached down to grab a fistful of each ass cheek and squeezed Atsumu. “So, you’re good to do this again?”
Atsumu nodded, feeling okay, if not totally confident. “Yeah. Helps when I focus on the sensations and the moment, not thinking of anythin’ else. Keeps me here.” Atsumu wrapped a black curl around a finger. “I like bein’ here with you.”
“It shouldn’t be too difficult to keep you out of your head,” Sakusa said. “Especially if we’re both working at it. Eventually,” Sakusa said, hands squeezing Atsumu’s ass again, “I’ll have you on your back during my rut. We’ll make sure you’re comfortable with everything before then. Go in with a plan.”
Atsumu laughed. “A plan?”
“Yes.”
“Dunno why I expected anythin’ else from you.” Atsumu smiled. “I’m excited ‘ta spend your rut with you. Nervous though.”
“We’ll worry about it when we get there.”
“You’re not worrin’ about it in advance? It's a sex miracle.”
“I’m trying not to overthink. Don’t ruin it.”
“I must’ve been real good today ‘ta get you not to worry.”
“Atsumu—”
“Next time you get worried, I’ll just whip out my dick.”
“Miya—”
“Atsumu’s dick," Atsumu continued with a cheeky grin, "As good as anxiety medication, if not better.”
“You’re a moron. You were just as into this as I was.”
“I could’ve been more into it.”
“What are you talking about?”
Atsumu pouted. “You didn’t pay enough attention ‘ta my prostate.”
“And, the demands begin.”
“Like I felt ya in there, but you could have been better ‘bout the angle.”
“You were on top,” Sakusa argued. “You could have adjusted the angle.”
“I like it when ya get rough with my prostate. Really get in there. Work it good.”
“I was pinned underneath you. I only had so much room to thrust.”
“You’re flexible enough. I watch you stretchin’ at practice.”
Sakusa sentenced Atsumu to a dark murderous glare, so Atsumu reached up and kissed his chin, then the corner of his mouth, and then his lips. Eventually Sakusa sighed, pulling away from the chaste kisses. “I’ll make sure to pay better attention to your prostate next time.”
“S’okay you were distracted. You had me ‘ta look at, so I understand.”
“You are infuriating.”
“I missed this,” Atsumu said, softly now. “I like arguin’ with you over silly things.”
Sakusa’s hands squeezed his ass again. “Yeah, me too.”
Way better than the other things they’d been arguing about lately, and that’s why Atsumu didn’t bring up Sakusa telling anyone else about them, like his family. He didn’t want to argue over Komori being able to take care of himself without the family’s money. So, for now, Atsumu left it.
“We should go shower,” Sakusa said, starting to move.
“And then, we can cuddle?” Atsumu asked hopefully.
“Yes, then we can cuddle.”
Sakusa was thorough in the shower. Atsumu hadn’t felt this clean in a long time, every inch of him attended to and scrubbed. It give him a light, floaty feeling as he heated up some leftover food for them. He made sure to drink water, checking to make sure Sakusa was as well. Not their most acrobatic or heavy performance, but hydration was important.
“Bring an ice pack,” Sakusa called out.
Atsumu furrowed his brow. Is he sore?
With ice pack and food in hand, Atsumu joined Sakusa at the couch, setting the food down on the coffee table first and then settling down on the couch, cross-legged next to Sakusa, and handed him the ice pack. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Sakusa made Atsumu spread his legs, looking over the imprints of his teeth where there were bruises forming. He shoved the icepack on the worst of them. Atsumu squirmed at how near his crotch it was. “Hey!”
“You’ll be black and blue tomorrow if we don’t,” Sakusa said, then he grabbed Atsumu dragging him close so they were curled into one another. He grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around them. “I’ll keep you warm, but you need to hold the ice pack in place.”
Well, no reason to argue that, Atsumu snuggled right in against his chest. Sakusa’s warmth plenty to keep him from shivering as the ice helped to bring down any swelling. Atsumu had never felt so full. His heart feeling like it was going to break his ribs. Still, despite how cozy and safe he felt right then, he couldn’t bring himself to say how much he loved Sakusa, almost afraid it would send Sakusa packing.
Sakusa’s hand ran down Atsumu’s arm. “Since, we're dating, I should spend more time with your kids.”
“You ready for that?”
A soft laugh. “No, but I'll never be."
Atsumu kissed Sakusa’s cheek. “We can ease you into it.”
“And, there’s the matter of telling my parents about us.”
Even Sakusa admitting that he knew he had to tell them felt like a massive leap forwards from where they’d been before. Atsumu didn’t want to push this to happen as soon as possible, so as a reply he kissed the corner of Sakusa’s lips. “I’ll be there when you do.”
“And, making sure Komori and his family will be okay when my family disowns me.”
Now that, Atsumu had no idea how to help with. “Makin’ a to do list, Omi-kun?”
“Lists keep me calm.”
“Add findin’ Kita a lover ‘ta that list.”
“Right.”
“Also, my Ma wants ‘ta meet you.”
“She knows about me?”
“It came up.”
Sakusa paused. “Does she hate me?”
“Probably.”
“All the Miyas hate me.”
“Not all of them. My kids don’t seem ‘ta hate you.”
“Tadaaki never seems happy to see me.”
“He isn’t happy to see anyone, but me, and even that’s questionable.”
Sakusa’s arms wrapped around Atsumu’s waist. “We can tell the team about us. Again.”
It was something.
This was something.
Somehow new, and fragile, and delicate even though it had been months.
Maybe that’s why Atsumu didn’t say he loved him yet.
There was still too much to figure out.
The next morning, feeling pretty sore, but also happy, Atsumu followed Sakusa up to his apartment. They didn’t hold hands, not yet, but Atsumu was looking forward to the day that they would be able to in public. At least, when they felt safe. He hadn't dated an Alpha before, somethings they'd still need to learn to navigate in the messed up society they were in.
Sakusa let them into the apartment. “We’re back.”
“Welcome back,” Kita said from the kitchen half of the open concept apartment.
They walked in and Atsumu’s eyes immediately fell on the two babies laying on a blanket on the floor. “My babies!”
Naooki kicked his feet excitedly. Even the corner of Tadaaki’s mouth quirked up.
“Was that almost a smile, Aki?” Atsumu asked, walking over to them immediately. “I could’ve sworn it was.” He scooped them both up and was glad Sakusa hadn’t bruised his arms the way he had his thighs once the babies were settled in his grasp. “How were they, Kita?”
“Mostly behaved. Tadaaki didn’t want to sleep last night. Only managed a few hours.”
Atsumu grimaced at him. The twins sleeping schedules would be out of sync, which was going to be hell for a couple weeks. “Makin’ trouble for Uncle Kita, are ya?”
“Not too much,” Kita reassured.
“Kita,” Sakusa said suddenly, “what’s wrong?”
Atsumu’s gaze swung around to the kitchen, having totally missed Kita’s expression when he saw his twins there waiting for him. Kita stood with his hips leaned back against the counter, eyes tired – as expected from the late night – but he also looked…pale. Ashen. Out of sorts.
Kita looked frazzled.
Kita Shinsuke looked frazzled.
That’s when Atsumu noticed the suitcase by the door.
“You aren’t,” Sakusa paused, noticing it too. “Are you leaving? I thought we’d worked something out. Atsumu's okay with you staying here.”
“Apologies.” Kita folded his hands together. “I should be back in a week or so to provide childcare for Atsumu and to try dating.” A pause as he held himself together. “Unfortunately though, my grandmother’s been hospitalized. The doctors,” Kita cleared his throat, “they say it could be days, maybe hours before she passes, and so, I have to go.”