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The day had began just as any other had. Kiyoomi opened up his eyes to the sun rays beaming through the thin curtains that framed the window in his shared room. Beside him laid the MSBY star setter, Miya Atsumu. For the past 3 years, they had lived together, sharing every morning from beginning to end.
In the light of the rising sun, Atsumu's properly bleached hair seemed to give off an almost pure white glow. It blinded the man with the moles, and yet he wouldn't have it any other way. The way the features of his face shone lightly in the early morning, making him look angelic and sweet. Kiyoomi almost felt bad having to wake up such an ethereal being as he, but alas, they had practice at 11am, and it was currently 7am.
“Tsu, time to get up,” he softly spoke.
Atsumu didn’t stir even slightly. He laid dead to the world, deeply entranced in his sleep.
“Atsumu, love,” Kiyoomi repeated, “we have to get up.”
Yet again, Atsumu did not wake. Kiyoomi thought hard to himself on how wake up Atsumu. He thought, and thought, and thought for a good 5 minutes until his mind settled on something. Earlier that week, Atsumu had expressed his desire to be woken up in a specific way. Kiyoomi had said no unless Atsumu promised to stop him when he wanted him to stop, and so the agreement was made.
He slipped underneath the covers, cautious to not wake the blond man above him too early. His hand slipped to Atsumu’s waistband, and his finger looped over it. He tugged it down, revealing Atsumu’s already half-hard cock. It was around 6 and a half inches, and cleanly shaven. He took pride in his grooming, so obviously he shaved, or at the very least trimmed it. Kiyoomi was really in love with Atsumu’s cock. Whether it was in his mouth, ass or hand, he relished every moment with it. It was probably his favourite part of Atsumu’s body, aside from his perfectly styled hair and beautiful eyes.
Without a second thought, he took the head into his mouth and lightly suckled it. He licked his tongue along the slit, and underneath the head. From above him, he heard a light groan. He assumed Atsumu was in the process of waking up.
He continued his kitten licks before taking another inch into his mouth. He lightly hollowed his cheeks and kept licking until Atsumu’s hand was in his hair, forcing him down. He pushed back, letting his cock fall out his mouth.
“Keep your hands to yourself, or I stop.” Kiyoomi threatened.
Still being half asleep, Atsumu let his hand fall limp beside him. Kiyoomi then took his whole cock into his mouth at once, pushing his gag reflex. He bobbed his head, up and down. His teeth lightly brushed against Atsumu every so often, causing the man to moan loudly. Kiyoomi then heard Atsumu mumble something, and he poked Atsumu to signal, ‘repeat’.
“F-faster, please,” he stuttered out.
Kiyoomi, being a man of kindness, did as Atsumu asked, and sped up. His head moved up and down his cock, his throat being violently attacked every time the head hit the back of his throat. But by dear gods above, he loved it. He loved not being able to breathe. He loved the feeling of something so heavy in his mouth. He loved Astumu’s cock. Eventually, he tasted more and more precome come from Atsumu, and so he sped up. Atsumu began to whine and whimper, before Kiyoomi tasted the salty liquid.
“ahhh...” Atsumu breathed.
Kiyoomi then pulled off and swallowed the mess Atsumu had made in his mouth, making direct eye contact with the man above him.
“I- really? I didn’t think you actually would.” Atsumu managed to get out, his breathing still shaky.
“You didn’t like it?” Kiyoomi asked, slightly hurt and feeling guilty.
“NO- no I loved it, I just really didn’t expect you to,” Atsumu reassured, putting a hand in Kiyoomi’s hair and ruffling it.
“Now come on, we have practice.”
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At practice, Atsumu was constantly teasing Kiyoomi. Whether it be sly remarks, sultry stares, or teasing touches, Atsumu had done it. Kiyoomi’s spikes and serves took the brunt of the force, with every single one being slightly off and less powerful. He even pulled back from one spike after the look Atsumu gave him. God, he was really gonna pay for that later.
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When they arrived home, Kiyoomi immediately had Atsumu against the wall. The sight of Kiyoomi so mad at him made Atsumu impossibly hard. Kiyoomi felt the brush of the cock against his leg, and he glared down at him.
“Pathetic.” He spat, “utterly pathetic. I would expect better from Japan’s star setter.”
Atsumu whimpered, whimpered at Kiyoomi’s insult, as if it were some lustful remark. He had to force himself to not begin grinding onto Kiyoomi, but dear gods above was he tempted to. The thought of Kiyoomi’s perfect, milky thighs against his hard, hurting cock.
“Try it,” Kiyoomi said, almost reading his mind, “and see what happens.”
This gave Atsumu the confidence to begin grinding against Kiyoomi, whining and moaning as he did. Kiyoomi continued to look at him like a squashed bug, an insignificant piece of dirt, or anything else of that nature. Atsumu found it so incredibly hot. Kiyoomi’s hand then wrapped itself around Atsumu’s neck, lightly squeezing.
“Stop it.” He commanded.
Atsumu didn’t stop. Infact, he looked at Kiyoomi with a devilish smirk, making direct eye contact. He began to grind slower and harder, pushing his luck. His hips moved up and down, gyrating as well. It was a slow and steady rhythm, one that made Atsumu’s toes curl and his back arch. Kiyoomi was having none of this, however, and grabbed his hips to stop him in the act.
“Stop it, or else you get nothing the rest of the night.” Kiyoomi threatened.
Now that made Atsumu stop in his tracks. The very thought of Kiyoomi stopping was horrific to him, much more so that he was on the edge. He felt as though he was about to burst from the heat he felt inside him.
Out of nowhere, Kiyoomi’s arms wrapped around him, lifting him off of the floor. He then beelined for the bedroom, ascending the stairs and kicking the door open with his foot. Atsumu was then dropped onto the bed, bouncing slightly from the springs. He then vaguely heard Kiyoomi’s voice, but he couldn’t focus on what he was saying. His mind was fried; this was the first time Kiyoomi had ever been like this, and dear god did Atsumu eat it up.
He then felt himself being clipped around the head be Kiyoomi’s hand.
“Are you deaf or an idiot? I told you to take your clothes off.”
Atsumu then scrambled to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head rushedly. His shorts followed suit, joining the shirt in a pile besides the bed. Finally came his boxers, which yet again joined the shirt and shorts on the floor. Kiyoomi then told him to lay on his front, and so he did that. He turned around faster than he ever had before, shoving his face into the pillow beneath his face.
Kiyoomi then took off his own clothes, chucking them across the room, not caring where they ended up. That was a later issue. The now issue was the blond man on the bed in front of him. He climbed onto the bed, taking the lube from the bedside table. Although, at that moment, he saw the plug inside Atsumu.
“I didn’t put that in you,” he said, “so who the fuck did?”
Atsumu struggled to speak up, but he eventually managed to stutter something out.
“I-I did,” Atsumu blabbered, “I did it during our break at practice.”
Kiyoomi clicked his tongue, thinking to himself. Was Atsumu really that whorish as to finger himself in the bathrooms of the gym? He then realised this was Atsumu he was talking about, of course he was. Either way, he put the lube back down and picked up a condom. His tore the package open and rolled it onto his cock.
“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Kiyoomi asked, wanting to make sure Atsumu would be okay.
“Yeah, now please just-“
His words were cut off by Kiyoomi slowly pushing in to let Atsumu adjust. At the sensation, he let out a loud moan. Kiyoomi muttered a low ‘fuck’ underneath his breath. It had been a while since his cock was inside Atsumu, but dear god did it feel like heaven itself. Atsumu tapped Kiyoomi’s wrist, signalling that he was ready for him to move.
As Kiyoomi began to thrust, he felt every inch of Atsumu’s insides. It was tight and hot, and so much better than his hand. He began at a slow and steady pace, still allowing Atsumu to get used to the feeling again. He didn’t want to cause him internal bleeding or prolapse, so he was always cautious for the first few thrusts.
After Atsumu had gotten used to it, Kiyoomi began to thrust harder and faster, causing the man beneath him to whimper and moan. He lifted his hips up a bit so Kiyoomi could have a better angle, and Kiyoomi could’ve sworn that he had died and gone to the good place. He groaned a little, causing Atsumu to tighten briefly. After a few minutes of thrusting, Kiyoomi then jabbed at Atsumu’s g-spot, making him scream in pleasure.
“Oh god oh god oh god oh god pleasepleaseplease-“ He began to blabber, like a broken record.
Kiyoomi began to batter Atsumu’s prostate, and his hand slipped under him to grab his cock. If Atsumu hadn’t been about to come before, he definitely was now. He began to writhe in pleasure, his hands grapping at the sheets like he were about to fall off. Kiyoomi sped up both his hand and his hips, abusing Atsumu’s hole.
“Please- Can I-?”
“Yes, holy shit yes!”
And as if a switch had been flicked, Atsumu was coming all over Kiyoomi’s hand, the white, sticky liquid coating it and leaking onto the sheets below. After a few more thrusts, Kiyoomi moaned loudly, and come into the condom. He would never be able to get how people could say sex was better without one or that a condom ruined the experience , because Atsumu could still get him to come in one.
They were both breathing heavily, and Kiyoomi gently pulled out. Atsumu whined at the action, already missing the feeling of Kiyoomi inside him. Kiyoomi pulled off the condom, tied it off and chucked it in the bin.
“You doing okay there?” Kiyoomi asked.
Atsumu merely nodded his head, brain too fried to think straight. Kiyoomi gently turned him over and kissed his forehead before getting up. Atsumu whined pathetically, wondering where he was going.
“I’m just grabbing you some water and a warm flannel to clean you up, okay? I’ll be back soon.”
And with that, Kiyoomi went and got Atsumu the stuff he had promised, bringing them up to the blond man on the bed. He gently washed him down with the flannel, whilst Atsumu sipped on the water.
After that, Kiyoomi chucked the flannel somewhere on the floor and laid next to Atsumu, who took the chance to climb onto Kiyoomi and to lay his head on his chest. Kiyoomi began to play with his hair, and pulled the covers over them. Eventually, they fell asleep together, warm and loved.