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Sakusa Kiyoomi is known for being meticulous. Whether it’s how he trims his nails, the order in which he does his skin care routine, or even how he folds his laundry and puts it away. +

The same goes for the way he treats his partners with care. He asks them how their day is going. He decides which restaurants serve the best meals for his significant other's mood. +

When his relationship ended, they were mutually agreed, neither party claiming fault in one another. +

That was until he met Miya Atsumu—the man who tilted Kiyoomi’s entire world on its axis. Whose grin could melt snow, glare could sear flesh, tears that drowned cities. +

Someone existed that Kiyoomi could not predict. And that person loved him fiercely. A love that gripped him to his core, etched into his soul. +

Kiyoomi lost all control when he finally succumbed to Atsumu. There were no power dynamics. It didn’t matter where they went out to eat when they saw each other next. +

There was no planning whatsoever. Everything they did was based on spontaneity. If that meant Atsumu was craving takoyaki at midnight, they went to find a spot still open. +

The only time Kiyoomi truly felt he had a firm grasp on Atsumu was in the bedroom. There, on that bed, Atsumu was pliant. Kiyoomi could do whatever he wanted, and Atsumu yearned for it. +

Kiyoomi pulled Atsumu toward the center of the bed, drawing a deep breath. The air was charged with sexual tension, making it difficult for either to resist their natural urges. +

"Now, let me show you how much I appreciate your body," Kiyoomi whispered into Atsumu’s ear before kneeling between Atsumu’s legs. +

Atsumu’s breath hitched at the sensation of Kiyoomi’s warm lips gently brushing against his inner thigh, leaving trails of electricity. +

Kiyoomi then cupped Atsumu’s cock, stroking it gently before placing it against his mouth. Atsumu groaned softly, feeling the warmth of Kiyoomi’s tongue flick across the head, making his entire body tremble. "Fuck, Omi..." Atsumu murmured, losing himself in the pleasure. +

Kiyoomi’s tongue glided smoothly over the tip of Atsumu’s cock, eliciting a moan of delight. With skillful hands, Kiyoomi manipulated Atsumu’s shaft, teasing him with a tantalizing rhythm. He could feel the raised veins under his fingertips. +

Kiyoomi’s confidence in bed grew more robust as he effortlessly maintained eye contact with Atsumu, taking full advantage of his partner's arousal. +

Atsumu began to squirm on the bed, struggling to remain composed amidst the intense stimulation. +

Kiyoomi relished the power he held over Atsumu at this moment, enjoying every response his partner exhibited. Kiyoomi continued to work his magic, moving from gentle licks to more forceful suction. +

Atsumu’s eyes rolled back as he succumbed entirely to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. Kiyoomi took complete control, knowing just when to change the pace and intensity of his ministrations. +

As Kiyoomi increased the pressure, his fingers brushed Atsumu’s hole. Atsumu gasped, clutching the sheets tightly. “So good.” He whined, his balls growing heavier. +

His entire body quivered in response to Kiyoomi’s deft fingers and tongue. The two were now entwined in a dance of desire and sensuality, both giving and receiving equal amounts of pleasure. The room echoed with their combined breaths. +

With every thrust of Kiyoomi’s tongue, Atsumu could feel the intensity building inside him. Desperate for release, he arched his back, seeking solace in Kiyoomi’s touch. +

Atsumu’s movements grew erratic, fueled by longing and restlessness. His hips bucked in sync with Kiyoomi’s expert tongue, pushing him closer to the edge. +

Kiyoomi meticulously lapped the sensitive spot beneath Atsumu’s balls, driving him wild with pleasure. He cried out, the sound raw and primal, as his body trembled uncontrollably, ropes of come painting his abdomen. +

Tue, 19 Sep 2023 16:47:35 GMT

breaking the fourth wall sakuatsu

After an average day of volleyball practice MSBY converged in the locker room to talk about what was going on in their lives, look over practice videos, make fun of the Adlers, you know the usual.

“Have you guys ever heard of fanfics?” Bokuto Koutarou, lounging on one of the benches, asked aloud, scrolling on his phone. There were grunts and looks of confusion from the other MSBY members. Generally not an uncommon thing when Bokuto brings things up.

“Akaashi was telling me how fans will create spin off stories about their favorite characters from anime and manga. He started sending me some links and they aren’t too bad.”

“Bokuto-San, you like to read?” Shouyo Hinata, the little fiery ball of energy, stood over Bokuto, peering at the phone.

“I do enjoy fine literature here and there.”

“Are there pictures involved with this ‘fine literature’?” Inuaki chortled.

Sakusa Kiyoomi appeared from the other side of the lockers with his gym bag in hand. Always the first on in and first one out. “Akaashi often does provide good recommendations for novels. I have a few he mentioned before at home in my library.”

“‘Course ya gotta library in yer home Omi-kun.” Miya Atsumu sauntered past him, his towel hung low on his hips. Water droplets coursed down his body, following the contours of muscles.

“Reading is great exercise for your brain. You would know that Miya if you did it half as much as you work out the other parts of your body.”

Atsumu smirked. “Awe ya noticed I’ve been workin’ out more Omi-omi? Didn’t realize you kept such a close eye out on my body.” With his back turned, Kiyoomi stuck out his tongue and flipped him off.

“Wow, I truly love these bonding moments we have here but I need to head out. I’ll be sure to ask Akaashi more about these fanfics Bokuto-San.” Kiyoomi waved to the rest of his teammates and departed the locker room.

“You know Tsum-Tsum, he’d be nicer to you if you didn’t make fun of him all the time.” Bokuto hopped off the bench and began packing his own bag.

Atsumu shoved his arms through his MSBY hoodie. “And if Omi didn’t have a stick up his ass all the time, there wouldn’t be a reason for me to mock him.”

The other MSBY players quietly went back to their own routines, Atsumu and Kiyoomi bickering was nothing new. In fact they would all be more concerned if those guys ended up getting along.

—

That night after Kiyoomi cleaned up his dinner dishes. He relaxed in his living chair, phone out, browsing twitter. After texting Akaashi for a bit, he found out that there were multiple good sites for fanfiction, and that twitter contained excellent threads as well.

Kiyoomi still didn’t quite understand the purpose of fanfiction but based on what Akaashi explained to him; fans liked to create other universes to write stories about their favorite characters. The list of examples Akaashi sent were quite extensive as well. Franchises going from novels to movies, shows, and even video games were all a part of this fanfiction.

His feed was the same, updates from fellow players in the league, health advice, political current affairs. Kiyoomi liked a few articles that mentioned him or his team when a text notification popped up on his screen from Bokuto.

It was a link to twitter. When he opened it, in shock he dropped his phone, nearly hitting his foot.

Kiyoomi picked it up and began analyzing the screen. At the top of the tweet was his and Atsumu’s name. Except following it contained explicit words such as, BDSM, spanking, rope play.

He kept reading the thread. The knot in his stomach grew tighter. Bile rose in his throat.

Not only were people writing about him having sex with his own teammate. But in this scenario, he was the bottom, Atsumu was fucking him.

His hands moved quicker than his brain, he closed the app and immediately called Atsumu.

“Ah Omi-kun, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Kiyoomi could hear the smugness in Atsumu’s voice. Listening to him talk and thinking of the acts written about them brought a heat to him that could match Hell itself.

“Did you know people write about us?”

“Um, yeah? We have articles written about us all the time.”

Kiyoomi pressed his finger to his temple. “Obviously Miya, what I mean is- people write -about us-.”

“Ya yer gonna have to be clearer than that Omi, use those big words I know you have.”

Kiyoomi groaned, “You’re such a prick you know that? Fuck fine, people write about us fornicating. In detail.”

There was a pregnant pause.

Then a loud snort followed by laughter. “Ah shit, yer just now seeing that?”

Kiyoomi jumped out of his seat. “What do you mean just now?” He yelled at the phone. “How long has this been going on? People just making things up about us.”

“I mean, I don’t know probably since you joined the team. ‘Samu and Suna are always sending me tweets that our fans post. Don’t ya check yer notifications?”

“No-“ Kiyoomi began to pace around his living room. His blood pressure was spiking and he couldn’t figure out which was worse, the fact that people were writing such vulgar things about him and Atsumu, him knowing there was stuff about them and never brought it up, and lastly the stuff written about him being held by Atsumu.

“I never check that because it’s always spammed. I have notifications set from people I actually want to hear from.”

“Well yer sure missin’ out on some good stuff.”

“Regardless,” Kiyoomi huffed. “Can you believe that people write that you stick it in me? Obviously I would be the one putting it in you.”

“Obviously?” Atsumu guffawed. “Why would that be obvious, the way you prance about like a pompous prince and constantly share skin tips online, you’d be the bottom.”

“Well excuse me for being a little more conscientious in my skin care routine. Not all of us use the same 3 in 1 shit Miya. Besides, I'm clearly taller and bigger than you, that’s why I would be the top.”

“It’s literally in the name, 3 in 1, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Why would I need more products than that? It's a waste of money.”

“And that’s why your skin is dryer than sandpaper.”

“At least I don’t feel and smell like a baby’s ass. Yer supposed to be a man and that’s why people write about me fucking you.”

Kiyoomi choked. “That’s such a misogynistic way of thinking. Having high regards to your appearance is not just a feminine outlook. There are more than enough products advertised specifically for men.”

“Whatever helps ya’ sleep at night Omi. ‘Cause it sure ain’t the twenty different lotions you apply.”

“I have every right to kick your ass.”

“Oh baby you couldn’t touch this ass, ask our fans.” Kiyoomi was seeing red at this point. His phone dug into his hand from how tightly he clutched it.

“We’ll see about that, I’d have you crying and moaning on my dick.” Kiyoomi had no idea what he was saying, but the more confident he sounded, the more it would tick off Atsumu.

“Sounds like a challenge I'd be willing to accept Omi. ‘Cause I’d have ya begging for my cock. All. Night. Long.”

Kiyoomi checked the time on his watch. It was only a quarter past 10pm. “Get to my place:”

“Wha-?” Atsumu’s voice rasped on the other end of the call. “Right now?”

“Now.” Kiyoomi gulped loudly.

“I’m on my way.”

Tue, 19 Sep 2023 14:40:18 GMT