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They have been going at it for hours and Atsumu’s overstimulated body is close to shutting down--probably. But Shouyou hasn’t let up and Atsumu is nothing if not a prideful man who refuses to back down from something so painfully amazing. As if sensing his thoughts, Shouyou moves to lean in and press a kiss over the love bite he left on Atsumu’s chin.
“You feel so good around me, ‘Tsumu.”
Atsumu flushes as his body burns with a deep need, matching the shade of lingerie Shouyou had gifted him not too long ago. He leans forward to hide his face in Shouyou’s neck and prevent the younger man from seeing how absolutely gone he is for him. Shouyou has always been vocal during sex--something he thought he could handle--and in turn, easily coaxes Atsumu to ask for what he wants. It makes Atsumu hot with both embarrassment and arousal, and Shouyou knows it.
Embraces it.
Loves it beyond measure.
He bites down pretty hard on Shouyou’s neck just to be a brat, right where he’s most sensitive, and Shouyou inhales sharply, hips twitching up involuntarily. The responding jerk causes Shouyou’s cock to jab rather than press against Atsumu’s prostate. It hurts in the best sort of way.
He kisses up Shouyou’s neck in gentle apology, soothes kisses over his earlobe, then moves across his cheekbone; focusing on one thoroughly and then the other. Shouyou’s cheeks have always been soft. When he pulls back, Shouyou’s eyes are blown with great desire. And knowing Shouyou is just as affected as himself makes arousal flare in his abdomen, back arching to push himself closer with the intention of combining their bodies into one being.
Atsumu runs his hand down to the back of Shouyou’s neck, brings him in to attempt to kiss him properly (no real intention to hurry their time if Shouyou’s stamina hasn’t started deflating), and Shouyou opens up for him immediately, allowing Atsumu to lick into his mouth.
It’s sloppy and Atsumu vaguely feels drool drip down the side of his chin.
When Atsumu pulls back, they’re both dazed; like there are stars right before their eyes. He gently touches his forehead to Shouyou’s. He knows things are about to become more intense just by the way he sees Shouyou actively fighting the urge to flip Atsumu over and make him present himself.
“I want you to fuck me like you mean it,” he says quietly.
Shouyou’s eyes go molten.
Wordlessly, Shouyou slides down the bed until he’s flat on his back looking up at Atsumu, only his head is propped up the smallest bit on one of the fluffy pillows Shouyou insists they have. He manuvers Atsumu’s legs from around his waist and coaxes him to rest on his knees carefully, then braces his feet flat on the bed and fucks up into him in a surprisingly brutual thrust. Atsumu can’t even breathe properly as the thrust shoves Shouyou’s cock even deeper inside, nailing his prostate with expert precision. Shouyou does it again and again and again.
Atsumu falls forward when his arms gave out, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Shouyou’s head. The new angle is so deep Atsumu swears he can feel it in his throat. Their close proximity has Atsumu staring deep into Shouyou’s glossy eyes.
The younger man looks completely ravished.
“Shouyou,” he whines.
Shouyou grabs him by the back of the neck (Atsumu shudders at his strong grip, cock jerk with interest) with his left hand and holds him still, using the leverage to continuously press his cock up into Atsumu’s body with near reckless abandon.
Atsumu cries out and his hands move to grip Shouyou’s hair, the feeling overwhelming. His whole body is burning, stomach tightening with every thrust into him. It hurts. It hurts so good and Atsumu wouldn’t have it any other way.
He has never felt this desperate in his life. His entire world has narrowed to Shouyou’s cock fucking into him and Shouyou’s hand on the back of his neck and Shouyou staring desire into his very soul.
If they don’t finish this up soon, Atsumu knows he’ll go mad from the feeling.
Shouyou tightens his hold. “ Don’t move, baby. I know you can take it.” The command has Atsumu in pieces. Shouyou fucks up and grinds his cock against Atsumu’s ass. “Be a good boy for me.”
The statement combined with his sanity barely being intact brings tears to Atsumu’s eyes.
“Come on, baby. Come on. I know you’re close. I can tell.” Shouyou slaps his ass for good measure.
Atsumu gasps in shock at the sudden sting as his cock twitches across Shouyou’s abdomen, pre-come leaking steadily onto his skin mixing with sweat. He looks down at Shouyou, eyes glazed over, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. His sole attention is on how Shouyou smiles sweetly up at him, lower half thrusting up and dropping down with ease.
“I’m so close,” he whispers. “Shouyou, I’m--Shouyou! Fuck. Please! Please… Oh God, please. I need to cum.”
Shouyou groans in response. “Look at you, baby. You were so good today, so patient for me. You must have been wanting it so badly all this time but didn’t say anything. You’ve got to stop letting me neglect you. This,” he runs his hands over the lace, “isn’t a good enough apology. I’ll do better next time.”
With the hand not holding his neck, he reaches up to grab Atsumu’s cock in a firm grip, wet at the tip, and flushed a pretty pink. He gives it a tight squeeze, watching as pre-come leaks disatoursly over his hand. Atsumu whimpers in response as he jerks it in time with his thrusts, Shouyou’s hand twisting the tip as he watches with great interest, grip now painfully tight and perfect just how Atsumu likes.
“Please don’t stop,” he begs, body jolting with each thrust, almost mindless with it. “If you stop, I might kill you. I really might.”
He’s been wound up so tight for weeks (months, he could argue), stretched taut like a bowstring because practice has been set at a brutal pace due to the Olympics steadily approaching, and Shouyou’s cock is hitting so deep and perfect, he can hear himself making plaintive little noises every time he fucks in. His stomach tightens, pleasure building into a crescendo as his balls draw up. The urge to come surprises even himself.
“Shouyou,” he whines, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna--’”
“You can come, baby. I got you. I swear I got you,” Shouyou is panting with the effort, thrusting into him faster, chasing Atsumu’s rapidly approaching orgasm.
Shouyou twists his hand once more at the tip of his cock and there’s a mind-numbing, painfully beautiful heat in his navel before he’s coming violently, moaning long and low as he coats Shouyou’s chest and stomach.
Shouyou fucks him through it steadily and then doesn’t stop as Atsumu goes motionless after dropping down on top of him, whining at the oversensitivity, using the hand behind his head to roll him gently onto his back without pulling out.
“Fuck,” he groans, still fucking into him, burying his face in his neck, biting at love bruises while moving his hands to grip Atsumu’s thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I--” Atsumu can’t get the words out no matter how hard he tries. So he just shakes his head. His heart is damn near beating out of his chest and he sincerely doubts he could get hard again for the rest of the night. And maybe tomorrow.
“Next time,” Shouyou starts, “I’m bending you over. And,” he pauses for a moment (the sudden halt sending Atsumu spiraling into madness), “you’ll wear this again.”
And then he picks up where he left off.