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Osamu was here for his brother, yes, and he was here for his business, definitely—but he wasn’t going to let an opportunity like that slip away without enjoying himself.
Atsumu paid most of his expenses (bless his brother) to bring Osamu and his business to Tokyo and room him near the Olympic Village in the hotel right by the bridge leading to Harumi, and as a family member of an Olympian, Osamu had perks.
He pulled out his phone to look at a notification while security checked him into the Village—then immediately locked the screen again when the raunchiest fucking dick greeted him in his Grindr chat.
“You can go right in,” said the officer, handing him back his papers and ID. Osamu nodded and briskly walked away, pulling his phone back up.
MeatyOnigiri: thanks for the wake-up selfie w no warning, almost showed the village security your dick
Yuulympian: awww, should I apologize?
MeatyOnigiri: hmm no ♥
Yuulympian: baby boy likes showing off how cock hungry you are?
MeatyOnigiri: what, daddy, are you gonna let the whole village know how much i love that fat cock of yours?
Yuulympian: fuck baby gonna get me so worked up. Can’t fucking wait to make you scream tonight
Yuulympian: right after i ram my dick down that pretty throat of yours
MeatyOnigiri: can’t wait to scream for you daddy
Osamu shivered, sliding his phone back into his pocket and taking a deep breath to keep his erection under control. He’d been juggling Olympian dick for the past week thanks to his family privileges allowing him into the Village, and it’s been a grab bag, really—most athletes avoided showing their faces and real names on an app like Grindr, so he was certainly acquainted with dicks and abs from all over the world, but has had his fair run with butterfaces once they finally met. Tonight, though, he was about to meet the guy he’d been flirting with for the whole week, who was apparently too busy training but not too busy to video himself jacking off for Osamu—and, fuck if he wasn’t confident on how hot the guy was going by the little bit of jawline and smirk he saw.
Sharp and predatory, canines pinching down on his bottom lip, and built like a fucking truck below the neck—Osamu was going to have the ever-loving shit fucked out of him and he was dizzy just thinking about it.
He bit down on his lip, making his way to the building his “daddy” was roomming in. It was the same building as Atsumu, who was none the wiser about Osamu’s extra activities during his off hours, but it wasn’t the first time he was meeting a guy here—it was a massive construction, the chances of them running into each other were minimal. The only person he ran into once was, thankfully, Shouyou Hinata, who sheepishly agreed to not tell Atsumu why a Brazilian volleyball player had his arm wrapped around Osamu’s waist like he was some trophy wife.
(And then kindly translated, flustered yet amused, all the extremely freaky things the athlete wanted to do to Osamu, which he happily complied to before thanking Shouyou profusely for his help.)
It was a long but relaxing walk through the huge Harumi Village. He scrolled through their texts as he neared the place, eyeing all the flattering photos sent to him and nearly drooling over his screen. Osamu hadn’t had this much fun since he boothed during V League games, and with the Olympics nearing their end, he was excited to go out with a bang.
I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna pass out and then I’m gonna fuck you back awake
I can’t wait to stuff your ass so full I can see your stomach bulging
Gonna make you beg me to stop making you cum baby
I’m gonna make you call me daddy and fuck you like the whore you are
Osamu took in a sharp breath, putting his phone back in his pocket as his walk turned brisk, excited. Well, that was certainly going to be a bang.
He made his way up the elevators, still scrolling through their messages as he was taken to the right floor.
MeatyOnigiri: almost here. Wanna have a drink or snack before?
The answer came almost immediately, and it was honestly a little relieving to know Osamu wasn’t the only one excited enough to have a deathgrip on his phone.
Yuulympian: only thing i wanna eat is that ass of yours
Yuulympian: but i’ll pull out some wine bc i’m such a good guy
MeatyOnigiri: wow look at you, being all romantic
Yuulympian: hey! I can be nice
MeatyOnigiri: hopefully not too nice. Btw i’m at your door daddy
Osamu pocketed his phone, leaning back against the wall facing the door. His whole body buzzed in excitement—pretty or not, Olympians fucked hard and good, nearly all of them built with the stamina of a goddam horse, and Osamu knew he was in for a long, long night.
He heard scrambling from the other side of the door, then the noise of unlocking, and wet his lips in excitement as the door swung open.
...To show his twin brother, Atsumu, wearing low riding gray sweatpants and nothing else, with the happiest look on his face, which immediately dropped as his eyes met Osamu.
They faced each other in silence for a solid minute, a swirl of emotions going through their eyes as reality slowly settled deep in their gut like sour bile.
“Oh, god,” Osamu was the first one to say it, with a wince. “Oh, god, Atsumu, I’m gonna fucking kill—”
“Come inside, you fucking moron!”
“Why? Ew!”
“Because I bragged to everyone in the team I was going to fuck a hot guy and if they see my fucking twin coming into my room they’re gonna start asking questions,” he gritted out.
Osamu didn’t have the time to even process the words before Atsumu tugged him by the wrist and slammed the door behind them. He was dragged to one of the bedrooms, Atsumu grumbling and cursing the whole time.
“Fuckin’ lucky Shouyou-kun is off getting his own dick wet—not that I’m gettin’ any of that. Fuckin’ unbelievable, Jesus Christ—”
Atsumu then slammed the door behind him, tossing Osamu into the two-beds bedroom. He leaned back against the door and ran hands down his face.
“No, no, no, no—”
“Ya think yer the only one freaked out?!” Osamu finally barked. “God, the shit ya said to me!”
“The shit ya said to me!” Atsumu yelled. “Bet momma would be real proud of her own son calling random men he meets online daddy and filming himself fingerin—oh god I jacked off to my fuckin’ brother fingering himself…”
Osamu winced, squatting as he ran hands through his hair in panic. “I showed you my ass—”
“I showed ya my dick! How did you not know? We literally have the same dick!”
“Oh my god, Atsumu, how did you not know?!”
“EUGH!”
They both sat on the floor, covering their faces in shame, panic. No fucking scenario was worse than this.
“Over 500 Olympians on this stupid app,” Osamu grunted. “And I had to land on you.”
“It’s supposed to match us based on interests, ya dumb fucking slut.”
Osamu felt warmth pooling in his gut at the insult. Not now, he winced at his own pathetic body. “Of fucking course it would match us, we like nearly all the same stuff,” he sighed.
Atsumu stood up abruptly, heading to the small refrigerator next to one of the beds.
“What are ya doing?” Osamu murmured.
“Pulling out that fuckin’ wine,” he hissed. “If I’m not gonna have a pretty boy calling me daddy while bouncin’ on my dick, the least I can do is get fucking wasted.”
Osamu pulled a face at the words. “Make it two glasses.”
“Don’t wanna go outside to get glasses, what if I run into my roommates, dumbass? We’ll just share it.”
He sighed, but extended a hand for the bottle as Atsumu sat beside him against the bottom of the bed and pulled off the cork. Osamu took a swig and then handed it back to his brother, sighing around the burn.
“Ya were gonna give your dick appointment opened wine?” He chuckled. “Kinda sad.”
“Shaddup. Ya were gonna show up to yers dressed like that?”
Osamu frowned, looking down at his outfit. “I think this is acceptable and easy to take off.”
Atsumu snorted, taking a large swig of the wine. “Oh, yer right on that.”
“Hm?”
“S’easy to take off. Fuckin’ hate it when dudes show up in fucking button ups. A whole ass hour to get ‘em off their clothes.”
They both chuckled together, shoulders bumping as they leaned their heads against each other.
It was silent for a long moment. Still awkward from the situation alone, but a comfortable silence because it was Atsumu. Osamu was still worked up from the texts, mind running through all their extremely obscene and intimate conversations, the things Atsumu said he’d do, the things Osamu said he’d let him do to him—it was disturbing, embarrassing, but there was no denying how it made his breathing suddenly labored.
“Bit of a shame, huh,” he sighed, dreamy, thinking of that fantasy man that was supposed to fuck him silly all night.
“What?”
“Last night here for both of us,” Osamu murmured, drinking some more. “Thought I was gonna go out with a bang!... Or something”
“Me too, fuck,” Atsumu sighed and leaned his head against the mattress. “Ya say some filthy shit.”
“Gross,” he teased. “Got worked up over the thought of fucking yer brother like the whore he is?”
“Jesus, shut up.”
Their faces twisted in disgust as they continued passing the bottle around until it was empty. Atsumu set it down on the floor, before pursing his lips as if deep in thought.
“I mean—” he started.
“No.”
“What?!”
“I said no,” Osamu said, firmly. “Yer gonna say some dumb shit about how what happens in the Village stays in the Village, and I know that because it takes like 5 sips for ya to start sayin’ dumb shit, and ya just drank half a bottle.”
“I’m just sayin’,” Atsumu started, then paused for a long moment before finally going on. “Those were nice fuckin’ texts. Ya got me worked up, I got you worked up. It’s the last night. We’re both drunk.”
“Yer just listing excuses.”
“The fuck else do ya need to fuck yer brother?”
“Lack of common sense. Also a lot of self hatred cause I ain’t about to fuck a guy who would hold me down to fart on me when we were kids.”
Atsumu snorted, laughing obnoxiously loud before he sighed and slid all the way down on the floor. “Ya don’t need to think of me as me,” he said, looking away. “Ya can think of me as the daddy ye’ve been talking to all these days.”
Osamu was about to retort, call him disgusting, filthy, how fuckin’ dare you think I’m that desperate.
But he shut his mouth to think, instead. Sat in silence for a long moment, alcohol softening his edges and making Osamu just dizzy enough, just stupid enough to make some really bad fucking decisions as he thought of all the things daddy promised him.
If you beg pretty for me I’ll eat your ass until you’re dripping wet like a girl so I can fuck you sloppy and call you princess
Osamu gritted his teeth, sitting up straight as the memories flooded into his mind.
“This is fucking stupid,” he said. “This is dumb, we’re gonna regret this.”
“Gonna?” Atsumu chirped from the floor with a shit eating grin. “If it helps I can fuck ya from behind so ya don’t have to see my face.”
Osamu groaned in exasperation, pulling out his phone to check the time and unlocking it to call an Uber back to his hotel.
And then the phone opened to the last app he was using, eyes scanning their message history and landing on a photo Atsumu had sent him, angled slightly from below to show his spread open thighs and abs—and his cock hard and dripping over them.
MeatyOnigiri: so fucking big jesus christ
Yuulympian: think it would fit, baby? In that pretty mouth of yours, in that tight ass of yours?
MeatyOnigiri: I’ll make it fit daddy, ur gonna make me so fucking loose
Yuulympian: good boy. Youre gonna be so fucking good for me, i’m gonna split you on my cock
Osamu stared at it for what felt like hours before putting his phone down, squinting and grimacing at himself for the way his body reacted. Almost immediately, too—the heat in his gut, the twitch in his pants, the haze in his mind. God, Osamu was going to regret this so bad.
But he could blame it on the alcohol.
“Okay, ground rules,” Osamu finally said, voice firm. “We don’t fucking talk about this to anyone, ever, for the rest of our lives. This never happened.”
“Yeah I’m not looking forward to bragging about boning my brother,” Atsumu snickered.
“Ew. Rule two: no mention of us being brothers, or my dick and balls are gonna recede into my fucking body. Also, no kissing.”
“No kissing?” The guy sounded disgustingly disappointed.
“No fucking kissing, it’s too intimate, too weird. I don’t even like kissing guys I have one night stands with, but you? I’d throw up.”
Atsumu pouted. “But I’m a great kisser.”
“And I can walk out that door and conserve my self respect easy.”
“Okay, no kissing,” Atsumu relented, sitting up and putting his hands up in defeat. He stood up and crossed his arms, looking down at Osamu with a frown. “So, how do we…?”
“Oh my god, yer all fuckin’ talk and no walk, aren’t you?” Osamu winced.
“Well, I was going to fuck ya stupid before I found out it was you!”
“Yer useless.”
Osamu stood on his knees, rolling his eyes before he splayed both hands on Atsumu’s thighs, squeezing them through the fabric and watching the man flinch.
“Actually,” Atsumu suddenly squeaked. “Now that I think about it—”
He leaned over to wrap his lips around the bulge before him, feeling Atsumu jerk and shiver under Osamu’s touch as he mouthed at it. He could blame it on the alcohol, on the high of fantasy, on whatever he wanted, but closing his eyes and picturing that cock inside him was enough to start sloppily working his mouth around the growing erection.
“Fuck, ‘Samu, Jesus—”
Osamu groaned, suddenly reminded of whose dick he was slobbering over. “Maybe another rule should be don’t fucking call me by name.”
“What the hell am I supposed to call you, then?”
He looked up to glare at his brother before the man’s face, flushed with arousal, made Osamu’s brain fuzzy.
“Baby.”
“Uh.”
“I mean—ya can call me baby, or baby boy, like you did in our texts… and I’ll call you daddy.”
Osamu saw Atsumu’s cock twitch in interest right in front of him as his brother’s lips pursed into a flat line.
“Yeah sure that sounds cool. Cool. Okay.”
He snorted. “Yer a fucking mess.”
“Are ya gonna suck me off or not?” Atsumu grumbled.
Osamu rolled his eyes before he wrapped his lips back around the growing bulge. He licked and mouthed at it, wetting the loose fabric on his way up and down the shaft, then he took a deep, brave breath, and finally tugged the pants down. Atsumu’s cock bobbed out, rock-hard and flushed, already dripping as he sighed above Osamu.
“Fuckin’ eager to go, huh?”
“What can I say, yer a pretty good cocksucker.”
Osamu turned to glare at him, meeting a shit-eating grin. He turned back to the dick before him, squinting with determination—and then wrapped his lips around his brother’s cock before plunging all the way down at once.
Atsumu immediately curled around him, hands moving to grab at Osamu’s hair for purchase. Osamu wished he could grin, still swallowing around the length sitting comfortably in his throat as his brother practically convulsed in pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ—”
Osamu pulled out with a wet gag, letting saliva slather over Atsumu’s cock before wrapping his lips around the tip and wrapping a hand around the base. He sucked him off slowly, refusing to look up as he hummed and moaned around the cock that filled his throat over and over. Atsumu keened above him, cursing and stroking his hair, moaning sharply with each bob of Osamu’s head.
“God, yer so fuckin’ good at this,” he breathed out. “Bet you’ve been practicing a lot, haven’t ya?”
Osamu couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his lips as he choked himself on Atsumu’s cock and jerked him off at the base.
Atsumu suddenly tugged his hair back, pulling Osamu off his dick with a wince. “Alright, if ya make me come right now nothing’s gonna happen.”
“Am I that good?” Osamu smirked, teasing.
“Ya can keep stroking yer fuckin’ ego after you take off yer clothes, c’mon.”
Osamu stood up to pull his shirt off—before he was met with Atsumu’s face way too close.
“I said no kissing—”
“I’m not fuckin’ kissing yer dick flavored lips,” Atsumu rolled his eyes. “Ya didn’t say anything about everywhere else.”
“...Everywhere else?”
Atsumu leaned down, licking a wet stripe up the expanse of his neck, making Osamu’s whole body shiver. He felt hands fiddling with his pants and let out a sigh as he allowed Atsumu to do the rest of the work stripping him, placing his hands on the man’s shoulders.
Atsumu gently kissed his neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin while he undid Osamu’s button, zipper, and slid a hand into his pants. Osamu whimpered at the feeling of a hand wrapping around his aching erection, thumb circling his tip as Atsumu slowly pushed him against the bed. The hands left Osamu’s body when he lost his balance, falling on the mattress with a wince.
Osamu was about to complain out of sheer habit—it was his brother, complaining about the smallest inconveniences brought by Atsumu was just part of life. But the words died in his throat when he looked up between his legs and was faced with a glistening Olympian, looking down at him and fisting himself with Osamu’s spit coating his cock.
His jaw snapped shut as he drew in a sharp breath.
“Ya lost all yer muscle,” Atsumu commented. Osamu frowned, ready to retort. “S’not bad—you look soft.”
Osamu pursed his lips. “The fuck does that mean.”
“Thinking of how yer soft ass is gonna feel like when I fuck you from behind,” Atsumu murmured, voice tone low and predatory.
Osamu laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in horror—not at Atsumu, at the way the words traveled right to his dick with no layover on morals or common sense.
He quickly kicked his shoes off, toed off his socks and let Atsumu silently pull his pants and underwear down, before he laid back down with his knees pulled up and his legs spread open, heaving, panting, needing. Atsumu climbed in bed, wrapping a single arm under Osamu and carrying him up the bed so he could sit back comfortably between his legs.
“Okay, fine, ya win,” Osamu gasped out, watching his brother’s cock sit heavily against his own, shivering. “This is kinda hot.”
“What, the incest?”
“Never-fucking-mind.”
Atsumu laughed before placing a gentle kiss on Osamu’s forehead—like he used to do to calm him down when they were kids.
“Turn around for me, baby,” he murmured. “Remember? I wanna eat ya out till yer dripping wet like a pussy.”
Osamu’s breath hitched in his throat. He turned around, refusing to face Atsumu before he pulled a pillow to bury his face in. He felt hands spreading him open, squeezing and kneading his ass before Atsumu full on smacked him, bringing a sharp squeal from Osamu.
“What the fuck?!” He gritted out.
“Ya said ya liked being spanked.”
Osamu squinted.
“Did ya not like it, baby?” The voice was much closer now, a whisper in his ear as Atsumu pressed his cock between his brother’s cheeks, making him lightheaded.
“...I liked it. It was just surprising, I guess.”
“Good boy.”
Osamu buried his face back in the pillow, groaning in frustration while Atsumu laughed at him—because he knew what he was doing. Osamu gave him enough ammo to last a fucking lifetime in those texts; all the things he wanted to do, wanted being done to him, all the ways he enjoyed being berated and praised.
And he had known Atsumu his whole life, knew he was the kind of guy to use all his resources to fuck with someone. Especially if that someone was Osamu.
Atsumu moved downwards, placing his hands back on Osamu’s ass and spreading him open. He shivered when a trail of warm spit dripped over his hole, and before Osamu could even get used to the feeling Atsumu licked a wet stripe from his taint to his ass, making him keen pathetically.
He tried hard to muffle the sounds, but all it did was make Atsumu’s obscene wet noises even more prominent, louder. His brother licked and suckled at his hole, tongue circling around it before dipping inside slowly, stretching him ever so slightly around the soft muscle.
It was useless, every moan tumbled out of his throat even against the pillow, curses and whimpers only drenching it in spit as Atsumu licked into his ass like a starved man. It felt like it lasted forever, yet Osamu still sobbed at the loss when Atsumu pulled away.
“Yer twitching,” he whistled in a teasing tone. “Bet yer cock’s drooling all over my bed too. So fucking slutty, baby.”
Osamu whimpered pitifully, eyes rolling back as he heaved on the mattress.
His brother climbed atop him, sat on the back of his thighs and reached for the bedside table drawer to pull out a small bottle. Osamu followed the hand until it disappeared behind him, and jolted when he heard the cap being opened.
“Thought you’d just eat me out,” he murmured.
Atsumu kissed the back of his neck before whispering in his ear. “I like it sloppy.”
Osamu shivered.
He jerked when a drizzle of cold lube landed between his cheeks and cursed when Atsumu fingered it into him, scissoring and curling his fingers inside just to make him whimper. When he finally pulled out, Osamu immediately felt it replaced by the head of Atsumu’s cock, rubbing over his hole with a wet squelch.
“Alright, last chance to tap out,” Atsumu said, the fucking moron.
“Why are ya saying this right now?” Osamu groaned. “Ya could’ve just not said shit.”
“‘Cause I don’t want ya all depressed and crying about how ya let yer brother fuck you raw to some rando who’s gonna put that shit on the news.”
Osamu pursed his lips, suddenly remembering who his brother was.
It was difficult seeing Atsumu as anything but his shitty twin, who teased him and messed with him his whole life, the guy who begged Osamu to make him food and in the same breath called him slurs just to fuck with him. But Atsumu was something entirely different to the rest of the world—he was an olympic athlete, and even if Atsumu was still a little shit, that was a big deal.
And it was justified of him to be scared of Osamu ruining it over some petty regret.
“I ain’t gonna tell anyone shit,” Osamu looked over his shoulder. “Not even Aran, or Suna. No one.”
“Are ya still drunk?”
He took a deep breath, suddenly highly aware of how little he could blame this all on the alcohol. “Barely.”
“Yeah, me either.”
Atsumu looked feral on top of him, sweaty and flushed down to his chest, cock still pressed against Osamu’s ass as they stared at each other in confusion, fear—and then Osamu reached a hand behind himself to gently squeeze his brother’s thigh.
No turning back now.
“Please fuck me, daddy.”
It was moaned out, desperate, and all Atsumu needed before he groaned and bottomed out in one thrust.
Osamu threw his head back with a guttural moan, feeling stuffed to the brim with his brother’s cock so deep inside him he could almost taste it. Atsumu started fucking him immediately, hips snapping as he leaned over and bit down on Osamu’s shoulder, growling like an animal.
The sounds of skin slapping on skin and labored breathing echoed obscenely in the bedroom, but Osamu could barely hear anything over the heartbeat drumming incessantly in his ears. Atsumu fucked him deep, hard, bruising, arms holding him up as he plowed into his brother.
“Oh fuck—fuckfuck, oh god—’Tsumu, ahh…”
“Thought we weren’t supposed to use names,” Atsumu whispered in his ear before taking it between his teeth.
Osamu moaned pathetically. “I don’t fucking care Atsumu just keep fucking me—ohh, fuck, daddy!”
He could feel his brain melting, mind fuzzy as he drooled over Atsumu’s pillow and felt his whole body jerking with each violent thrust of his brother.
“Fuck, baby, ya moan so fucking pretty,” Atsumu groaned. “Can I look at ya, ‘Samu, please…”
Osamu gritted his teeth, still forming a handful of coherent thoughts and knowing this was a bad idea, knowing it would fuck them up—
“Yeah, okay, yeah yeah, please…”
Atsumu flipped him over immediately, so sudden Osamu barely squeaked before his brother rammed his cock back inside him. Osamu arched off the bed, hands finding purchase on the ruined pillow behind him as his jaw dropped in a pathetic wail.
“Fuck, yer so pretty, Jesus Christ, this is so fucked up,” Atsumu ran his hands down his face before placing them flat against the mattress and resuming his violent rhythm.
Osamu wrapped his legs around Atsumu’s waist and reached a hand out to tug at his brother’s hair as he moaned, sobbed. He could feel his brother’s abs sliding wetly against his cock as he fucked him, rubbing precum all over his stomach with each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, yer so fucking deep—ahh, god, Jesus…”
“So tight for me, ‘Samu, fucking pretty…”
Atsumu cursed under his breath and leaned down to bite his neck, making Osamu wail. He peppered bruises all over the expanse of his neck and shoulder, sucking and kissing at the tender skin as Osamu moaned for more.
“‘Samu, ‘Samu, baby, Jesus—’m gonna come, fuck, fuck—”
“Shit, ‘Tsumu—ahh.”
“Can I do it inside? Please?”
Osamu bit his lower lip, facing Atsumu’s eyes with a blurred gaze.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, ‘Tsumu—daddy, come inside me—”
“Jesus Christ…”
Atsumu clasped his hands under Osamu’s knees, hiking his legs up to slot them over his own shoulders. He folded his brother in half, plowing into him even deeper, harder, ramming his prostate with each thrust and Osamu was so fucking sure he was going to die.
“‘Tsumu—Jesus, fuck, fuckfuckfuck—I’m gonna, I’m—I’m—ahh!”
“C’mon, baby, come for me, come for daddy, c’mon…”
Osamu wailed as he felt the orgasm hitting him all at once, coming all over his stomach and squeezing tight around Atsumu. His brother’s rhythm stuttered and faltered while he came alongside Osamu, spilling inside him. He immediately pulled Atsumu in as he blanked out with ecstasy—grabbed Atsumu by the back of his hair and shoved their lips together, moaning into a messy, sloppy kiss while his brother still milked himself dry inside Osamu.
Atsumu hummed against his lips, dipping his tongue into Osamu’s mouth and licking inside. He kissed him desperately, too drunk and stupid on the high of orgasm to think, sliding their tongues together as Atsumu pulled out and stuffed his fingers inside him, fingering his sensitive hole just to drink in Osamu’s whimpers.
When they finally parted their lips buzzed from the kiss, drool dripping down Osamu’s cheek as he panted and winced at the digits inside him. Atsumu sat back on his heels, letting his brother’s legs fall limp on his sides and pulling his fingers out of his dripping hole as they both caught their breaths.
They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, panic and confusion and horror swirling in their minds as clarity suddenly set in.
“Ya broke all the rules…” Atsumu said. And it was supposed to be teasing, surely, but it came out full of dread.
“Didn’t break one, though…”
“Huh?”
“This… never happened.”
Osamu’s voice was firm despite the way his heart faltered, despite the way his brain and his body both tried to convince him of all the wrong things—this was good, fucking amazing, the best sex Osamu ever had, and it was with his fucking brother.
They couldn’t do it again, but he knew deep down he would never feel anything like this with anyone else. And it was probably the taboo of it, the excitement of having sex with someone you absolutely shouldn’t that made it all that much more exciting… but it only served to solidify his feelings about it: this can’t happen again, he repeated in his head like a sick prayer.
“Yeah,” Atsumu swallowed hard. “Never.”
“Never.”
“Hey, ‘Samu—”
“No.”
They squinted at each other. “I didn’t fuckin’ say nothing.”
“Yer gonna say something stupid.” Something that would make it all worse, harder to let go of, something that would make Osamu have to come to terms with how much he wanted to kiss Atsumu again, spread his legs for him—
“I was gonna ask if ya want me to call you an Uber.”
There was a sinking feeling in Osamu’s stomach, like bile setting in. He dropped his head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling.
“‘Samu…?”
“Was it good?”
Atsumu didn’t speak for a while, but the mattress shifted under Osamu as his brother sat cross legged before him.
“...Yeah.”
“Right?” Osamu groaned, frustrated. “Fuckin’ hate how good that was.”
His brother sighed. Osamu looked down to watch Atsumu running his hands down his face before their eyes met.
They stared.
Twin telepathy wasn’t real, they both were keenly aware of it, but living with someone for years of your life, straight from the womb, made silent communication and knowing looks something much easier to take place.
Best friends could stare at each other after watching a trailer and know they were going to head to the theaters the next day.
Atsumu and Osamu stared at each other after having the most deranged sex of their lives and knew they were going to do it again, rules be damned.
Osamu sat up, wincing at the pain on his bottom before he leaned back on his hands.
“This is fucked up,” he murmured to himself.
“Well, are ya gonna be regretting it?”
He pursed his lips before licking them and sighing. “Nah.”
“Yeah.”
“Can we take a shower?”
The we implied too many things Osamu wasn’t ready to say. Atsumu stared at him knowingly.
“Yeah, c’mere.”
Osamu stood up, but his legs failed him almost immediately. Atsumu caught him before he landed on his knees, wrapping a hand around Osamu’s waist and pressing them flush together.
He squinted at Atsumu. “Too close.”
“Ya just kissed me while I jizzed inside you,” Atsumu rolled his eyes. “Wanna talk about personal space now?”
Osamu sighed, before squealing when Atsumu picked him up by the back of his thighs, wrapping them around his waist and holding his brother up by his ass.
“‘Tsumu—”
“What happens in the Village stays in the Village, remember?” Atsumu grinned, close, too close.
“No, I remember telling ya to not say that shit ‘cause it’s fucking stupid—”
Atsumu kissed him silent.
Brushed their lips together as he walked to the door and pressed Osamu against it, a hand holding him up while the other cradled the man’s nape.
Shit.
Osamu wrapped his arms around his brother and kissed him back with a moan.