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“Miya-sama?” Kiyoomi’s tone was suspicious as he called out into the empty suite, only to be greeted by the sound of silence. “Great…” he muttered under his breath. A lack of incessant noise coming from the crown prince was always a sign that he was up to no good.
Kiyoomi tiptoed his way deeper into the prince’s apartment, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the blond. He hadn’t expected anything less than to be walking into some sort of trap - Atsumu’s note hadn’t specified the type of business he needed to discuss ‘urgently’ at such a late hour.
Delicate whispers of steam snaked through the doorway of the screen partition leading to Atsumu’s personal onsen. There you are… Kiyoomi thought as he inched closer. His fingers traced the door frame gently before carefully sliding them further apart.
The air was heavy with the heat from the hot spring, and each lungful warmed Kiyoomi from his core. However, it was the oddly familiar, syrupy spiciness that also laced the atmosphere which made the hairs along his spine tingle. In any case, there was no doubt that the humid haze was going to wreak havoc on his dark brown curls. Just as he swiped a stray strand away from his brow, he nearly choked on the spit he inhaled while gasping at the sight in front of him.
“Miya!” Kiyoomi’s tone was as blaring as the blush that burned across his cheekbones. He tried his best to sound disapproving, but his voice betrayed him at the same time as his eyes - they raked over Atsumu’s bare chest down to his thick thighs. The blond was leaning back against the side of the bath directly opposite the brunet; his legs were spread shamelessly as he rested his elbows on the ledge behind him. Shallow water ghosted just below his hip and did little to conceal the heavy cock hanging dangerously close to the hem of his towel, like it was threatening complete exposure. “Y-you know better than to… To address your staff in such a state of undress!”
“It’s not like ya haven’t seen what’s under here before,” Atsumu smirked mischievously as he toyed with the fabric of the too-small towel that sat at his waist.
True. That was (un)fortunately true. Kiyoomi had worked as royal secretary, or rather ‘favourite’, to the prince for close to a decade, taking up his role when the prince turned twenty-one. A wise man once said, ‘The plans of the diligent lead to profit.’ However, a wiser man would probably call Kiyoomi a borderline masochist before noting his diligence. Why else would he have put up with the younger man’s antics for so long?
Kiyoomi cleared his throat before he spoke again, “How may I be of service, Miya-sama?” He bowed respectfully but felt inexplicably off-balance as he raised himself to meet Atsumu’s gaze again. The misty environment was making his head feel fuzzy.
“What’s that, Omi? Ya need ta come closer if I’m gonna hear ya properly.” Atsumu cupped a hand behind his ear as he spoke, in an effort to seem serious, but an impish grin was still plastered on his face.
Omi. Kiyoomi couldn’t deny that his heart skipped a beat whenever the prince called him that. Don’t be inappropriate, he reminded himself as he bit his cheek and fiddled his fingers nervously in front of him - betraying his customarily cool, collected expression.
Fuck.
There it was. The knowing glint in Atsumu’s eye - he’d caught Kiyoomi exactly where he wanted him. Kiyoomi kept his eyes fixed on the blond’s own, like their game of chicken was the next part of the play, but Atsumu’s diverted downwards. He had no shame in flaunting that he was more preoccupied with roaming his eyes over Kiyoomi’s body, admiring how the white fabric of his shirt had moistened from the steam and clung to his broad chest.
“Ya should join me, Omi. There’s a spare towel over there,” Atsumu nodded his head to his right, but his vision remained fixed on Kiyoomi.
Game on.
Kiyoomi was going to have to wash away his sweat after this anyway; why not use a royal onsen to do so? As he peeled away his shirt and trousers, he felt even hotter than he had before. He glanced over his shoulder to see that, unsurprisingly, he was being watched. Atsumu’s honey-brown irises framed pupils that seemed to glow gold as they hovered over his lower back, before stopping with interest at the top of his thighs. Then, as quickly as Kiyoomi wrapped the small cotton sheet around his waist, they were back to being fixated on his own dark eyes.
Kiyoomi tentatively dipped his toes into the temperate bath, but as soon as the contact was made, goosebumps erupted all over his skin, tickling at every inch. Then, as he sank deeper into the waters, he could feel himself becoming overwhelmed by the brandy-like aroma, with hints of ripened peaches and rich spice.
It smelled like the fragrance Atsumu had started using a few weeks ago. That’s what’s so… Familiar. So, this is his secret scent, Kiyoomi reasoned. Bright golden petals danced around his milky thighs as he pushed through the pool, before they settled by his hips as he seated himself adjacent to the prince - at a respectable distance, of course.
“Suiren…” Kiyoomi mumbled to himself as he captured a small amber-hued water lily in his palm.
“Nuphar lutea,” Atsumu replied, from closer to Kiyoomi’s ear than he was expecting.
Of course, he’s moved already. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes internally. “Since when did you become such a scholar? And an expert on plants at that?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking the questions. Too informal… Inappropriate, he mentally chastised himself. Atsumu responded by running a wet hand through his hair before standing up, and Kiyoomi could feel himself becoming breathless. What is wrong with me today?
“Well, since ya asked.” Atsumu turned and collected a small bottle from the side of the pool behind him, before wading through the waters towards Kiyoomi.
His thighs have no business looking that good… Kiyoomi's thoughts at that moment were as sinful as his stare. He was strangely transfixed as he observed one droplet after another rolling over the prince’s smooth and tanned complexion.
Atsumu came to a standstill in front of the older brunet, the wet towel barely hanging onto his hips (or, practically clinging on for dear life, much like Kiyoomi’s nerves). His prominent bulge was now situated at Kiyoomi’s eye level, where it struggled against the saturated cotton like it was fighting for air. Kiyoomi followed the happy trail of hair that was mere inches away from his face, up to Atsumu’s smug expression, before he swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.
Atsumu could’ve easily made a snarky quip about how ‘thirsty’ Kiyoomi was; in fact, he normally would have, but instead, he smiled to himself as he sat beside the older man. “Here we have an oil infused with the flower of the Nuphar lutea lily. Its pollen is particularly… potent.”
Kiyoomi wanted to ask what he meant, but deep down, he already knew. That scent - the one that had triggered indecent vibrations through his body as soon as he breathed it in. He slowly turned his head to observe the golden-spiced mist surrounding them and saw clearly, for the first time, the glittering pollen dust that had warmed his veins and made his mind wander directly to… This bastard.
Kiyoomi looked back at the blond to see him dribble more of the viscous liquid into the water in front of them. “W-what are you…?” Kiyoomi’s hands moved quickly and instinctively to cover his lap, lacking subtlety as he splashed the water and petals in front of him. “Miya…” He panted nervously. Suddenly, everything felt ten times hotter, and he could sense his blood rushing to his cock instead of his brain. That must be why he let Atsumu slither even closer - until his thigh rested softly against his own.
He couldn’t stop himself from gawking at where their bodies touched. That’s when he saw a certain part of the prince’s anatomy in a state he had never witnessed. Atsumu had many blessings in his life, and apparently being a ‘shower’ and a ‘grower’ was another one of them. How is he getting even bigger? Kiyoomi couldn’t help but wheeze at the sight of the blond’s cock; unwaning where it lay against his muscular thigh.
“I have a question fer ya, Omi.” Atsumu lightly tapped a finger on Kiyoomi’s shoulder and ran it down his arm to get his attention.
Shit, there’s no way he didn’t see me staring. “Oh, is that why you called for me? Urgently?” Kiyoomi knew he was fucked, but he wasn’t about to give up the game so easily. He arched his brow inquisitively before he attempted to smooth his expression to one that was more virtuous. However, all his feigned innocence was lost as a warm sensation enveloped his length and tickled between his legs. “Nngghhh,” Kiyoomi inhaled sharply and bit his lip, but the whimper had already escaped.
Atsumu’s thick eyebrows rose in amazement, and finally that stupid, pretty smirk was wiped from his face and replaced by a look of excited surprise, as though Christmas had come early. “Hmm, this is a more pressing matter, Omi.”
“Miya-sama…” Kiyoomi’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “It feels…”
“Oh? Is there something wrong?” Atsumu asked gently.
Asshole. “You know exactly what’s wrong with me.” Kiyoomi huffed and squeezed his legs together, but it only made the itching feeling of anticipation and emptiness more obvious. “How are you behaving so… so normal right now?”
Atsumu moved one of his hands into his own lap and stroked over the length of his pulsing cock before he made a point to look directly into Kiyoomi’s eyes. “I’m not exactly immune to it, but I’ve become more accustomed to the sensations over the last month.” After all, he still wanted to be clearheaded enough to savour every detail of Kiyoomi’s reactions.
So, he’s been playing the long game. “You… You cheat…ahhh…” Fuck. Kiyoomi couldn’t control the eager noises he was making.
“Cheat? Ya wound me, Omi.” Atsumu slowly reached out to brush one of Kiyoomi’s curls behind his ear and then continued to move his fingers along the outline of Kiyoomi’s ear and down his neck. It was a calm caress, cautiously seeking consent.
Kiyoomi could only whimper as Atsumu traced his collarbone. The touch was tender, and he was desperate for more. “Miya-sama… You need to take responsibility for your actions.”
Atsumu had heard Kiyoomi say those words so many times over the years, but not once had it made his dick twitch the way it did at that moment. He moved his face closer to the brunet’s and thumbed over his parted lips. “Ya know that I always do. The question is, are ya prepared to let me do everything in my power to do so?”
Enough with the games. “Yes,” Kiyoomi breathed hastily, before leaning in to capture Atsumu’s lips with his own.
Checkmate.
Atsumu wasted no time in parting his lips to swipe his tongue across the seam of Kiyoomi’s mouth, and the brunet could only moan in response, allowing his prince to take his fill and taste him. As their tongues entwined, Atsumu snaked his hands around Kiyoomi’s face to deepen their first kiss. He cradled his jaw as though the older man were the most precious thing in the world, before running his nails across his scalp and rubbing the pads of his thumbs over his earlobes.
Kiyoomi hadn’t realised that such a minor movement could cause him to feel so good, but each smooth stroke followed by a short scratch sent vibrations rumbling down his back to his...
“Nngghh, Miya…” Kiyoomi panted and pulled away from the kiss as he squirmed against the solid bench of the onsen. It made no difference to the itch he needed to scratch.
Atsumu’s hands fell away from Kiyoomi’s face, but didn’t hesitate before they were on the brunet again; this time reaching around his waist and under his thigh to pull him onto his lap.
Kiyoomi grabbed onto Atsumu’s shoulders to stop himself from slipping as he was lifted and then clawed into them as soon as he felt the blond’s palm slip under his towel and wrap itself around his growing erection. “Fuck, Miya...” He bucked into Atsumu’s fist as the blond rubbed their cocks together - his hands sliding with ease thanks to the mix of oil and precum tainting the water. “N-need more,” he whined as the tickling against his walls began to tease him to the point of insanity.
It was an itch Kiyoomi couldn’t scratch alone, and he was losing his patience. He pulled Atsumu’s right hand away from his cock and dragged the blond’s fingers to his hole. They were thicker than his own and certainly long enough to be able to stroke over that spot that made him go crazy.
Atsumu didn’t need to be told what to do. He knew what Kiyoomi needed and locked his eyes on the brunet’s dark irises as he circled his rim. After smoothing over the muscle a few times, he found he was already loose thanks to the golden dust that laced the air surrounding them. So, he pushed in with two fingers, then three, until he was able to thrust in with ease and curl his fingers to find Kiyoomi’s pleasure point.
If Kiyoomi were a cat, at that moment, he would have purred. How responsible good he’s being… for me… Kiyoomi couldn’t hold himself back from chasing Atsumu’s lips. He was afraid that if they weren’t busy, he’d likely be thanking the smug asshole whose lap he was straddling.
Kiyoomi managed to nibble at Atsumu’s lower lip before licking into his mouth, but Atsumu retaliated by sucking on Kiyoomi’s tongue as his fingers increased their pace. The tremors that were rumbling from the base of his abdomen burst from his core and sent waves of heat flickering through his nerves to his extremities.
Kiyoomi didn’t know whether he was more shocked or if Atsumu was, that he came just from being fingered. It only made the desire kindling inside him worse. He still needed more. Which is why he was unconsciously pushing himself up with his thighs to rock on Atsumu’s fingers, before he placed one of his hands on Atsumu’s stiff cock.
He stared down at it with lust. The pretty pink tip was now flushed an angry red, and his fingers didn’t even touch where they wrapped around it. He should’ve felt intimidated by it, but he’d never needed anything more urgently. His hand moved confidently to massage along the length. Atsumu was hot to the touch, and Kiyoomi couldn’t stop his imagination from presenting himself as melting around the blond’s thick cock as soon as he got it inside him.
“Ya want a taste, Omi?” Atsumu breathed the words for only Kiyoomi to hear - and he could tell that his prince was close to exploding.
No. “Yes… I mean, no, I need you inside me, now,” he whined.
“As ya wish,” Atsumu grinned before pulling his hands away. “Stand up and bend over, I want to see all of ya.”
Kiyoomi reluctantly moved away from Atsumu and gripped onto the ledge of the pool beside him. Then he leaned forward and tugged up his towel until his ass was sticking out and his hole was exposed to the room. It was likely the air ghosting over the most intimate parts of his anatomy that was making his hair stand on end, and his skin pimple; yet, the irrational part of his brain, which had been growing in volume, was telling him it was the distance from Atsumu’s warmth.
“Please, Miya-sama,” Kiyoomi felt like he’d been waiting for an eternity before the trickle of oil over his swollen hole made him yelp. The sudden change in sensation was soothed the instant Atsumu rubbed the amber liquid around his rim, but then the blond thrust his fingers in once more. “Please, I need you inside…” Kiyoomi cried as tears prickled in the corners of his eyes.
“So needy,” Atsumu hummed as he slicked up his cock. Then in an instant, he bottomed out in one powerful thrust. It wasn’t long before he set a hard and fast pace, kneading Kiyoomi’s cheeks apart to marvel at how the object of his desire was stretched sinfully around him.
When Kiyoomi came again, his dick dribbled pathetically into the gold-speckled waters below. The wave of pleasure had been intense enough to make his mind wander away from him, and so, he struggled to hold himself up. His arms lost all their strength, and he flopped down face-first, until a second later, he was being pulled upright again.
“Stay with me, Omi. I still need ta cum.” Atsumu held Kiyoomi to his chest as he spun himself around and sat down once more.
The action pulled Kiyoomi down instantly onto Atsumu’s lap - the prince was still very much inside of him, and being fully seated on his girth knocked the wind out of Kiyoomi.
“How many other men have seen this mole of yers? Hmm?” His hands groped under Kiyoomi’s thighs before his index finger gently stroked over the small blemish nestled secretively at the top of his inner thigh. “This one…”
“Will… knowing the answer to that… change anything?” Kiyoomi struggled to catch enough breath to voice his words as he sat stretched fully around Atsumu’s girth.
“Ya’re right, Omi. All that matters is that now I’m the only one who’s gonna see it again, right, darlin’?” He pulled back before thrusting deeper into Kiyoomi’s hole and groaned as the brunet clenched even more around him. “Fuck, ya like that idea, huh? Or was it the pet name, sweetness?” Atsumu hummed as Kiyoomi rolled his hips to take him in even further.
“Fuck, Miya!”
“Such a filthy mouth, Omi,” Atsumu huffed as he pinched Kiyoomi’s chest and nuzzled against his nape. “But ya call me Atsumu when I’m fucking ya.” He gripped the older man’s hips to move his body up and down while he thrust in tandem.
Kiyoomi’s eyes rolled back as his third orgasm rippled through his body. It must be because Atsumu now knew exactly where to stroke his insides, to tease that one magical spot, right? That should be why he’d almost been drained dry in a matter of minutes. Or, maybe it was because being used as a fleshlight was a kink Kiyoomi hadn’t known he had.
His insides clenched rhythmically as he desperately tried to return the favour and milk Atsumu for everything he had, and the warm release of the prince was the final piece of the puzzle to sate the burning itch inside.
“Fuck, Omi,” Atsumu nuzzled and kissed his neck again. “Omi?” The prince felt Kiyoomi’s weight lean against his chest before he was able to see the older man’s closed eyes. He kissed his cheek tenderly once more before putting his arms around Kiyoomi’s back and under his legs to lift him out of the bath to carry him back to his bed.
He marvelled at how perfect Kiyoomi looked there; his curls scattered over his pillow. It made him regret not getting him there sooner.
Atsumu slowly traced his fingers over the moles above Kiyoomi’s eyebrow, then moved carefully to those scattered over his neck and shoulders.
The slight sensation made Kiyoomi furrow his brow and awakened him grouchily. He’d been enjoying a pleasant dream, the kind that crossed his fantasies with the realm of reality. One where he was face-to-face with the prince, limbs entwined together in clean bedsheets that had the same spice-infused scent of the blond.
“Morning, Omi,” Atsumu smiled warmly.
Oh shit, this isn’t… We… “Oh my… Miya!” Kiyoomi gasped, then frantically observed their current circumstances. “There wasn’t anything that you needed to discuss with me in the first place, was there? You put that note in my room yourself, didn’t you?” Kiyoomi pressed his hands against Atsumu’s chest and pushed himself away from the blond to roll over - as if separation could do anything to fix his blunder now.
“Just where d’ya think ya’re goin’?” Atsumu moved quickly, almost immediately, to slide his hands around Kiyoomi’s waist; to pull him closer and stop him from leaving. “I see. So, now that ya’ve had yer wicked way with me, it’s all business again, huh, Omi?”
“Atsu- Miya! You… You cheated!” Kiyoomi gasped as Atsumu rubbed his thumb over his swollen hole while his fingers teased the sensitive skin between his legs – definitely real, not a dream… “Ahh, fuck! We shouldn’t!” Kiyoomi tried to hold his resolve, but moaned as soon as Atsumu’s growing erection brushed up against the back of his upper thigh.
“Shouldn’t, huh? Not can’t?” Atsumu huffed a laugh and nibbled Kiyoomi’s ear before he whispered, “Ya’re insatiable, Omi. And now ya’re all mine.”