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Atsumu is straight. He has been since October 5th 1995.
A beer-drinking, pussy-loving, sport-playing straight guy. Until suddenly he isn't. And it is all Oikawa Tooru’s fault or Hinata Shoyo’s, Atsumu hasn't quite figured out whose yet although he feels like it might have been a joint mission somehow.
It all begins with a message in the Jackals group chat which Hinata is still in despite being halfway across the world. The text makes Atsumu wonder whether they should have removed him for good to stop him from sending such heinous content on a Wednesday morning.
From: Sunshine Shoyo
LOOK WHAT TOORU FOUND
Attached are links to a Twitter thread and a Tumblr page and Atsumu in his blind naivety readily clicks on them. The first thing that greets him is Sakusa x Atsumu and really that should have been enough to make him turn off his phone but he reads through them anyway, mouth agape, one hand still holding his towel limply, the shower he was about to take long forgotten as he reads, the words imprinting themselves onto the back of his eyelids.
I just know Atsumu is such a bratty sub and Kiyoomi has to put him in his place
OMG you’re so right he definitely gets PUNISHED lol
Sakusa would sooooooo tie him up and make him beg for it
And so it goes on and on, pages of people theorising how Sakusa Kiyoomi of all people would fuck him. Or how he’d fuck Sakusa. He has to give it to the people of the internet; they are nothing if not creative.
Now listen, Atsumu is not homophobic, far from it. Somehow most of his friends and teammates seem to be queer and he thinks that’s amazing but it’s just not for him. He can appreciate a good-looking guy and Sakusa Kiyoomi is, admittedly, a good-looking guy but it’s not like that.
And so as he sits in the locker room reading through what Hinata has sent he feels heat rising to his face. Bokuto is in hysterics as he reads his favourite of the posts out loud. Sakusa looks like he’s contemplating committing suicide or homicide or perhaps both. The rest of the team are in fits of laughter as they scroll further and further down the seemingly endless list of posts. Atsumu can’t help his burgeoning curiosity and so he tentatively types Sakusa x Atsumu into the search bar.
Ah .
This is evidently very much a thing. He clicks on images and comes face to face with a shocking array of well-drawn pictures of Sakusa and him in a range of situations ranging from being on the court to him handcuffed to a chair with Sakusa looming above him.
Something stirs in him, low and quiet but unmistakable nonetheless. Arousal.
He slams his phone down and Sakusa gives him a look of concern. The minute their eyes meet Atsumu looks away, self-consciousness flooding his system. This is not good.
~
Weeks pass and Atsumu manages for the most part to forget the locker room incident and the concerning moment of arousal that had followed it. They get a bit of downtime and he goes back to Hyogo and almost manages to forget about the whole thing. The key word being almost.
The morning before practice starts again finds him sitting at the kitchen table, violently sleep-deprived because he had for some ungodly reason decided to book a late evening train back to Osaka. He can already feel a violent headache looming as he hears familiar footsteps heading towards the kitchen.
He looks up and pauses, his spoon halfway to his mouth, at the sight of Sakusa. At some point in the couple of weeks he had been home Sakusa's hair had gotten long . The neat curls have become unruly and it’s hot . He looks half awake and Atsumu, to his utter horror, realises he thinks it’s sort of cute.
“How was your trip?”
Atsumu blinks at him. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Miya?”
“G-good. It was good.”
Sakusa stares at him like he’s an escaped lunatic. He knows he’s normally never one to be lost for words but he can’t find it within himself to form a sentence when Sakusa looks like that .
“Cool.”
He turns away to open the fridge and Atsumu continues gaping at the back of his head. Has Sakusa always been this attractive or is he just losing the plot? Sure, he’s always been a good-looking guy but this is different. He shakes his head and grabs the spoon to continue shovelling the 7/11 tiramisu into his mouth.
“Dessert for breakfast?”
Atsumu tries to smirk back at him but Sakusa has just lifted his arms, biceps flexing, to tie his hair up.
TO TIE HIS HAIR UP .
Atsumu starts gaping all over again as the front pieces of Sakusa’s hair fall out of the ponytail. He looks so good. Unbelievably good.
“Ya grew yer hair out”. He sounds gormless.
“My normal place is booked out for weeks and I don't trust anyone else to cut it. So annoying though, I hate it getting long.”
“Looks really nice”, Atsumu blurts out a little too passionately.
Sakusa side-eyes him from where he’s retrieving a glass from the shelf.
“Did you just compliment me, Miya?”
“Erm, my New Year’s resolution is to be nicer to my teammates.”
“New Year was months ago.”
Atsumu opens his mouth and then closes it again. He will not be trusting himself to speak out loud ever again. Sakusa watches with a vague look of disgust as Atsumu polishes off the tiramisu and throws the empty container in a perfect arch into the sink.
“You gonna wash that Miya?”
Atsumu stretches with a yawn and fixes Sakusa with an unbothered stare.
“Later.”
Sakusa visibly stiffens.
“How many times do I have to tell you to clear up after yourself?”
Atsumu rolls his eyes and moves to exit the kitchen but Sakusa is quicker. He blocks the doorway with his body and fixes Atsumu with a look that makes his cock twitch in his pants.
Which makes his WHAT?
Atsumu freezes in horror. Why does Sakusa look so hot looming in the doorway, looking delectably angry? His cock is hardening just from Sakusa’s expression.
Oh, he is so fucked.
“Okay fine Omi, cut me some slack ya absolute tyrant.”
Sakusa doesn’t budge and Atsumu is all too aware that there is soon going to be a visible tent in his sweatpants if he doesn’t do something imminently. He turns on his heels and returns to the sink, grabbing the sponge with a bit more rage than is perhaps wholly necessary. He can feel Sakusa’s eyes on him so he makes a show of cleaning out the pot and then disposing it in the correct recycling bin before turning back to the neat freak who rules their shared apartment.
“Attaboy”, Sakusa says offhandedly.
Oh fuck .
Sakusa seems wholly unaware of the impact he’s just had on Atsumu as he turns to walk out of the kitchen leaving Atsumu breathing heavily and almost fully hard in the middle of the kitchen.
He’s not certain, but on reflection, he doesn’t think this is very straight of him.
~
He decides to consult the gayest person he knows.
“Your question is, are you gay if you get hard from your male teammate praising you? Yeah, Tsumu I think that’s probably a pretty significant indicator.”
“But how can yer be sure?”
Oikawa gives him a look through the screen like he’s about to leap into, and then voluntarily drown himself, in the Pacific Ocean.
“Think about having sex with him.”
Atsumu pictures it all too easily and a warmth pools in his gut instantly.
“Um yeah…”
“Well?”
“I’m now horny.”
“Yeah, that’s not straight behaviour.”
“What, now a guy can’t think about how another guy would feel inside him without it being gay?”
“YOU WANT SAKUSA KIYOOMI TO TOP YOU.”
“Well I’d like to top him too but yeah that’s what I think about the most.”
Oikawa blinks once, twice and finally a slow third time.
“Atsumu how are you so fucking dense?”
~
Another week passes and Atsumu is beginning to realise this problem is very much not going away. He’s taken to spending an embarrassing amount of time on various corners of the internet consuming any and all content about him and Sakusa.
Once he’s tucked into his bed, he opens up the tab he’d closed earlier and begins to scroll. There is a particularly good drawing of him and Sakusa kissing against a wall. He snorts to himself in amusement before opening up his chat to the man in question and sending the picture.
Twenty minutes go by and Atsumu amuses himself by delving deeper and deeper into the world of SakuAtsu until…
From: Omi Omi
Miya what the ever-loving fuck
To: Omi Omi
Our shippers are so talented
From: Omi Omi
Why are you sending this to me at 1am you freak
To: Omi Omi
I’m trying to bond with you
From: Omi Omi
Please stop
It is an hour later when Atsumu starts stumbling across fanfiction and there’s nothing like shared experiences so he crosses the hallway and knocks against Sakusa’s door with the full intent of showing the other man his new finds.
A muffled yelp comes from within the room and then, “DO NOT COME IN.”
“But I want to show yer something.”
“Give me a minute”, Sakusa’s voice sounds strained.
Atsumu vaguely wonders if he’s just interrupted Sakusa mid wank. The thought would have previously amused him but now it concerningly seems to almost turn him on. He stands outside waiting patiently until Sakusa makes a noise that sounds like an invitation to enter.
Atsumu pushes the door open and comes face to face with Sakusa lounging across his bed, sweatpants riding low on his waist, t-shirt rucked up exposing a slither of toned torso. Atsumu swallows.
“Um hey.”
“Miya it’s late and we have practice tomorrow… what the fuck do you want?
“I know, I know, just got something to show ya.”
Sakusa doesn’t instantly shut him down so he shuffles over and moves to sit at the bottom of the bed.
“Are your pyjamas clean”, Sakusa snaps, staring at Atsumu’s tartan pyjama bottoms suspiciously as though they might start growing bacterial colonies at any given moment.
“Omi I’m not that gross.”
Sakusa snorts in disagreement.
“Anyway, look at this”, he extends his phone towards Sakusa.
The man pauses to read what’s being shoved in his face. His expression contorts from curiosity, into concern and then disgust as his eyes scan across the screen.
“Miya Atsumu why the ever-loving fuck are you showing me BDSM fanfiction about us at two in the morning?”
“Kinda wild huh?”
Sakusa stares at him again, it’s a look that would make most grown men want to shrivel up and die but Atsumu has known Sakusa long enough that it barely fazes him.
“Also kinda hot”, he adds.
“Pardon?”
“As like an impartial external observer”, Atsumu quickly supplies.
“Right. Goodnight Miya.”
Atsumu rolls his eyes but moves off the bed anyway.
“G’night Omi Omi.”
He only gets a grunt in response but he isn't that bothered because he knows he has some new exciting content to indulge in.
~
Atsumu is genuinely not sure how much longer this can go on for.
Every night this week his day has ended in the same way. One hand wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself to the thought of Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi.
Tonight is no exception.
He tilts his head back until it hits the bed frame and lets out a shaky breath. His sweatpants are pushed around his ankles and his bedsheets are a jumbled mess at the end of his bed. Bokuto has thankfully gone out on a run and Sakusa is meeting up with his cousin who is visiting Osaka so he blissfully has the apartment to himself which is ideal because he’s a naturally loud person and this doesn't change in bed.
He had thought about calling one of his regular hookups, seeing which girls were around but deep down he knows it won’t satisfy him like he wants. He’s trying not to dwell on the fact that the only time this sort of horny obsession has happened before was when he had been head over heels in love with a girl at eighteen. The thought of being head over heels for Sakusa Kiyoomi makes him feel a bit unwell.
Perhaps the most tragic part of this situation is that Atsumu finds himself on the MSBY Black Jackals Instagram page looking for a very specific photograph of Sakusa mid-match: eyes slightly wild, hair a mess, a sheen of sweat across his face and arms and thighs. The comments underneath the post are nothing short of heinous, Sakusa’s fangirls are a different breed but Atsumu is quite frankly no better. With those fucking compression sleeves too, Atusmu is a goner.
He’s embarrassingly close to spilling all over his hands just from this one photo. He lets out a shuddering breath as he gazes at his phone. The next thought hits him like a freight train. He wants to see how Sakusa’s name would feel spilling from his mouth like a prayer.
“Omi…f-fuck.”
The simple act of saying the man’s name almost makes Atsumu cum. He is in far, far, far too deep.
“Kiyoomi… ahhh. ”
He sounds slightly feral with need. He imagines Sakusaa above him, pinning him to the bed, listening to the way he whines his given name. Would he enjoy it? Would he ever even think of Atsumu like this?
He can’t help himself; he keeps moaning Sakusa’s name until he’s spilling over his hand. He’s left breathing deeply, slumped on his bed, with the post-nut clarity creeping towards him with vengeance.
~
Sakusa freezes at Atsumu’s door, a hand covering his mouth as his breaths turn heavy and stilted in response to what he’s hearing. This cannot be happening.
Atsumu has been acting weird ever since Hinata had shared the link, over a month ago at this point, but Sakusa had assumed it had just made him a bit uncomfortable. The relentless habit that had subsequently developed of showing him fanfiction and sending him fanart was a bit odd but Sakusa had just assumed it was Atsumu’s way of making light of the weird situation.
This though, is very different.
Atsumu is whimpering his name and he sounds fucking incredible. So needy and desperate that Sakusa can barely think straight. He’s been a switch his whole life but listening to Atsumu makes him want to top the man to within an inch of his life.
Who would have thought cocky, loud, self-assured Miya Atsumu would sound so submissive when he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock thinking about his teammate. Because Sakusa has heard Atsumu touch himself before, it’s inevitable when you live in such painfully close proximity but he has never sounded like this. This is wholly new and very dangerous.
Sakusa knows he shouldn't but he leans his back against the wall next to Atsumu’s door, tilts his head back and closes his eyes and listens to the flurry of moans spilling from Atsumu’s bedroom. He hates himself for it but before he can stop, his hand is slipping into his pants and he’s gripping his cock. It feels unbearably good. His mind is hazy with pleasure and filled with all the filthy little sounds Atsumu is making.
He’s wanted Atsumu for so long that it feels surreal to even be hearing this, as though his overactive imagination has finally got the better of him. But Atsumu is straight? Like the straightest man Sakusa has ever met. He’s never shown the slightest inclination of liking men and so Sakusa has suppressed the burgeoning feelings that started when he was a teenager and that are still going strong now. But it’s unmistakable, Atsumu is moaning his name and he sounds beautiful doing it.
A shuddering breath passes his own lips and he bites down hard on his lower lip. He’s touched himself countless times to the thought of Atsumu but this is so different. It feels wrong, he’s crossing so many boundaries, the implications are going to be manyfold but it feels incredible. Far too incredible to stop.
“K-Kiyoomi please .”
Atsumu sounds utterly wrecked and Sakusa feels his cock throb in response to the man's voice. He’s getting more desperate by the second, his moans spiralling, voice breaking over Sakusa’s name.
Sakusa thinks this might be the most turned-on he’s ever been, he’s worked himself to the point of orgasm in a matter of two minutes. He decides at this moment he’s going to commit to this, ride it out and accept that this marks a decided shift in the way their lives are going to progress from here. He pulls his top up, shoves it in his mouth and bites down to stifle his moans and tightens his grip as he begins to speed his movements up to match the rhythm of Atsumu’s rapid breathing which is audible even through the wall.
“Omi p-please oh my god fuck please fill me up… Kiyoomi!”
Sakusa knows without a fragment of a doubt that the final shout of his name marks Atsumu cumming and his cock responds almost instantly as he spills across his hands and down his jeans. It’s disgusting and he knows he should be humiliated but the wave of pleasure still thrumming through his body is like nothing he has ever experienced before. He’s shaking from the force of it, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to commit the sound of Atsumu moaning his given name to permanent and recallable memory.
It’s only when he hears the creak of Atsumu’s bed that he comes to his senses and bolts upright. Pulling his jeans up and making a beeline for his room as quickly as physically possible. Once he's shut the door behind him he collapses onto his bed and stares in shock at the ceiling.
~
Atsumu has almost reached his door when he hears the faint noise of rapid footsteps and a door shutting. His heart sinks. Someone has just got home at the worst possible time. He had all but shouted Sakusa’s name as he’d been lost in hazy pleasure.
He pads towards the front door and sees Sakusa’s trainers in the genkan and feels instantly sick to his stomach. If Sakusa heard him there is no way he will ever be able to explain why he had been jacking himself off to the thought of him; his flatmate, teammate and good friend of many years.
He tries to disappear back into his room without being noticed but Sakusa walks into the hallway just before he manages to slip into his haven. To Atsumu’s utter relief, he’s wearing his huge, noise-cancelling headphones. Sakusa stops and stares at Atsumu before pulling one side of his headphones free from his ear.
“Didn’t realise you were in.”
The relief that floods over Atsumu at that very moment is like nothing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
“Oh yeah I didn't go out this evening”, he sounds nervous and shifty and fully as though he’s guilty of something.
Sakusa gives him a quizzical look but doesn’t push it.
“Wanna watch a game?”
Sakusa nods and before long they are sprawled on the sofa, side by side. Atsumu’s head feels like it’s working overtime, spinning round and round in unproductive circles. Sakusa doesn't seem to be acting weird and he almost certainly just came in wearing his headphones so there's no need to worry but the anxiety persists regardless.
After fifteen minutes Sakusa shifts and gets off the sofa, returning with two cups of green tea. Atsumu can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips as the man holds one out to him.
“Thanks, Omi.”
Sakusa stiffens slightly at his name but smiles back at him. They sit for another ten minutes, quietly watching the game and sipping their tea until Atsumu blurts out.
“How did ya know that yer liked men.”
Sakusa promptly chokes on his mouthful of green tea.
“Miya what the fuck.”
Atsumu glares at him, “What? It’s a reasonable question.”
“Why are you asking me this now?”
“Because I’m curious.”
Sakusa looks as though he’s contemplating whether murder is a reasonable response to such a query. Evidently, he decides against it as he replies, “I just knew.”
“Omi, what the fuck does that even mean?”
Sakusa sighs and pauses before talking again, “I’ve always known. It’s kinda hard to explain but I just knew. That’s not the only path though, lots of people realise way later on in their lives or never at all…”
Sakusa pauses and glances over at Atsumu.
“Did yer have a crush in high school?”
“Obviously.”
“On who?”
“Why are you being so annoying?”
Atsumu huffs and sinks into the sofa, “I was just askin’. Anyway, what's yer type?”
Sakusa makes a face like he’s not going to answer the question but Atsumu continues staring inquiringly at him and he watches as Sakusa finally gives in.
“Definitely other athletes. Someone that’s really driven, is passionate about the things they care about, confident I guess.”
The game is still playing in the background but Atsumu has long since forgotten about it as he hangs on to every word. It’s not, not him. In fact, it easily could be him in some ways but he’s not about to get his hopes up. Then again it is the perfect opportunity to tease Sakusa.
“Sounds like me, I guess that’s why our fans ship us so much, huh.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, “I’ll tell you what’s not my type, guys that don’t clean up after themselves and forget to wash their bedsheets. Oh and straight guys.”
Atsumu is about to defend himself but he pauses and decides to throw the bait instead, just to see what might happen.
“I’m not straight.”
Sakusa stares at him and doesn’t respond for ten arduous seconds. There’s a knowing look in his eye but he still seems suspicious.
“You’re not?”
He sounds unconvinced and his eyes are narrowed.
“Okay hear me out, I did some reading and I talked to Tooru and Shoyo and I think I might be pan or some shit but I never really thought about it. Gender is irrelevant to me, I just like people, I guess, but all this time I’ve only ever really allowed myself to think about girls like that because, well y’know, internalised homophobia and all that stuff.”
Sakusa opens his mouth and then shuts it and silence descends upon the room. Atsumu shifts awkwardly. Slightly shocked by his own moment of candid transparency. Then Sakusa’s mouth is curling up into a smirk.
“Well then, what’s your type in men Miya.”
There’s a knowing glint in his eyes that Atsumu doesn’t like but he opens his mouth anyway. He’s already told half the truth, why not commit to the entirety?
“I think on the quieter side y’know, introverted but not shy and definitely not a pushover. Really stands their ground, and can be a bit of a dick sometimes but in a hot way. And clean freaks, I think I’m kinda into them.”
Sakusa sounds slightly breathless as he murmurs, “Go on.”
“Oh and definitely someone with dark hair, curly, especially when it gets a little long. Like this…”
He reaches forward and Sakusa doesn’t push his hand away as he twists a strand of the man’s hair around his index finger.
“And maybe a little bit taller than me, but only a little”.
“Sounds an awful lot like me, Miya. Aside from the fact that I am more than a little taller”
Atsumu smirks back lazily, allowing his eyes to trail the length of Sakusa’s body.
“Is that why you were moaning my name as you touched yourself less than an hour ago.”
Atsumu freezes, his stomach drops and blood rushes to his face as he tries to reply. He only manages to stutter over half-formed words. Sakusa watches him with vague amusement.
“Cat got your tongue? Never heard you, of all people, lost for words before.”
Sakusa has adopted the tone he uses when he quietly taunts members of the opposing teams and it’s so hot that Atsumu feels like he’s barely clinging onto his sanity.
“Fuck you. Yer a perv for listenin’”, he finally manages.
“Hard not to listen when you were desperately moaning my name loud enough for the whole apartment block to hear.”
Atsumu feels the blush on his cheeks deepen as Sakusa emphasises the word moaning. Sakusa can be cruel, quick-tongued and sharp when he needs to be. Even downright acerbic to people he doesn’t like but it has never been turned on Atsumu in this way. In this taunting, teasing, flirtatious way.
“I was not desperately moaning”, Atsumu finally bites back, a beat later than normal.
Sakusa’s smirk turns feline, “Then what was oh my god, fuck, please fill me up ”, he taunts.
Atsumu glares at him, he didn’t come here to be mocked, as hot as it is he doesn’t feel like being Sakusa’s plaything. He moves to stand up and Sakusa grabs his wrist, his face turning more serious.
“Let go”, Atsumu snaps, ready to yank his arm away forcefully if necessary.
“Miya”, he pauses and Atsumu can see he’s mulling a decision over in his mind.
“I leaned against the wall next to your door and touched myself to the sound of you moaning until I had the most intense orgasm of my life.”
Oh .
Atsumu’s cock begins hardening instantly. Sakusa doesn’t let go of his wrist.
“You’re a fucking idiot if you think I haven’t thought about you like that. I have. A lot. Since I was seventeen in fact.”
Atsumu gapes at him and then shivers slightly at the implication of his words. Sakusa trails his free hand along the waistline of Atsumu’s sweatpants, his fingers cool against the frenzied heat of Atsumu’s skin. He splays his hand against Atsumu’s stomach and Atsumu whines. Sakusa grins and tugs him closer. Atsumu is not going to let himself be beaten.
“You’ve been pining over me for all that time? Yer must be pretty pent-up. How badly do yer want me?”
Sakusa gazes up at him, dark lashes framing even darker eyes, “I have thought about making you cum obsessively since the day I met you.”
Atsumu feels his cock leak precum against his sweatpants. He’s so gone.
Sakusa must sense his desperation because he pushes his palm against Atsumu’s growing erection and Atsumu almost collapses on the man sitting before him. His mouth starts running itself before his brain can catch up.
“Wantchya to be my first to… well y’know.”
Sakusa groans and his head drops against Atsumu’s hip. From this vantage point, Atsumu lets his hand run through Sakusa’s dark curls and tug slightly.
“Miya you’ve only just realised you’re into guys and we’re teammates and flatmates and… I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
Atsumu knows he’s got a point, a lot of points in fact, but that doesn't make the violent, gnawing need go away.
“Please, Omi. I want it to be you”, he sounds painfully earnest.
Something evidently snaps inside Sakusa as his hands grab onto Atsumu’s hips and force him down onto his lap. They sit, faces mere inches apart.
“You want me to fuck you, Miya?”
Atsumu nods.
“Say it out loud.”
Atsumu realises that any shred of self-respect he still has is about to be destroyed once and for all, but he knows he’s going to give in regardless.
“Kiyoomi I want you to fuck me.”
“Beg.”
“Omi, c’mon now, you’ve got to make me beg for it. I’m not that easy.”
Strong hands grip his hips tighter and then Sakusa is grinding up against him. He’s hard and bigger than Atsumu had expected from what he can feel beneath him. A sudden wave of worry surges in his chest.
“That’s not gonna fit”, he blurts out.
“Don’t worry, we'll make it work”, Sakusa murmurs against the shell of his ear, his voice seductive.
“Since when are you so good at rizzing people?”
Atsumu is genuinely curious. Sakusa is private about his personal life and he’s never struck Atsumu as someone who is exceptionally good at this sort of thing.
“Maybe you're just easy, Miya.”
Atsumu would love to argue but he’s liquid in Sakusa’s grasp. He could tell Atsumu to do just about anything right now and he’d comply willingly and as it happens he does.
“Sweatpants off pretty boy.”
Atsumu’s brain short circuits.
“Oh, you liked that one huh? Always thought you might get off on getting praised.”
“F-fuck Omi warn a guy would ya?”
Sakusa’s gaze softens, “You don’t want me to?”
“No. Fuck no. I want you to.”
“That’s what I thought, pretty boy, now sweatpants off.”
Atsumu shoots off Sakusa’s lap and lets his sweatpants pool on the floor, he’d forgone underwear and he’s glad he did because Sakusa looks feral at the sight of his cock hard against his stomach. He steps out of where they’ve pooled on the floor and then drags his t-shirt off his head. He knows he looks good, tanned skin, toned and well-muscled.
“Pretty doesn’t do you justice really, does it?”, Sakusa mutters and Atsumu preens under the praise.
He moves back to straddle Sakusa who’s still fully clothed. Then he dips his head towards the man beneath him and pauses mere centimetres from the other man’s lips and smirks. Sakusa inhales, his pupils blowing out.
“Want me to kiss ya Omi-kun?”
Sakusa clearly isn’t willing to be beaten at his own game as his long fingers grip Atsumu’s chin and tilt him into the kiss. Sakusa tastes of green tea and Atsumu wants to be swallowed whole. Needs him so badly he wants to be consumed, to sink into his skin. He vaguely registers that maybe this isn't purely sexual but that seems like a problem for future Atsumu. Mid kiss Sakusa wraps a hand around Atsumu’s cock and with a dexterity and aptitude that Atsumu was not expecting starts to stroke him.
“How are you so good at this?”
“Miya I literally sleep with men, it’s kinda part of the whole gay thing.”
Atsumu just grunts in response as Sakusa continues his ministrations. He tilts his head back and the moan that passes his lips is so needy that he feels Sakusa throb beneath him.
Each slide of Sakusa’s hand is heavenly and before long he’s panting desperately into Sakusa’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the other man’s touch. The undercurrent of power disparity, with Sakusa still fully dressed as he straddles him wholly naked, is not lost on him.
“You know you have to be prepped for this kind of stuff”, Sakusa murmurs.
“I know. I’ve done my research, don’t underestimate me.”
Sakusa lets out a slight huff of laughter and the sound rings around Atsumu’s head like a mantra. Oh, he’s definitely in deeper than he thought.
“And I have been preppin’ for yer information.”
Sakusa manoeuvres him so they are eye to eye, “You have? Why?”
“Mighta been practising alone and was also thinkin’ of maybe goin’ on a couple dates with guys.”
It’s not true, he’d just been experimenting. Motivated by the desperate hope that something like this would end up happening but he’s not going to admit to Sakusa just how pathetically down bad he is for him. Sakusa has gone rigid beneath him and there’s something undeniably pissed off in his gaze.
“You were going to see other guys?”
“Omi, are you jealous?”
Sakusa looks borderline furious.
“No.”
Atsumu grinds down and Sakusa’s eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back slightly at the friction.
“That’s not the truth.”
“Why would I be jealous? You’re free to do anything you like.”
“So if I got up right now and went on a date with another guy, yer wouldn't mind? If I let him fuck me? Right where we are now or-”
He doesn't get to finish because Sakusa pulls him into another kiss. If you can call it that. It feels like Sakusa is trying to devour him whole. To remind Atsumu who’s got him naked and moaning on top of him.
“Miya no other guy could fuck you like I will. Also, don’t pretend like you want anyone else. I heard you whimpering my name.”
Atsumu smirks, he can admit when he’s beaten.
“Well go on then, prove it. Fuck me like no other guy can .”
With shocking ease, Sakusa picks him up and instinctively Atsumu wraps his legs around his waist. There’s something painfully attractive about how easily Sakusa carries him out of the room and towards his own bedroom. Once they’re inside, he’s thrown unceremoniously onto the bed and Sakusa fixes him with a look.
“Since you’re always so impatient I am going to take my sweet fucking time”, he murmurs, as if partly to himself. Atsumu shudders as he gazes at the man above him.
“Get on your hands and knees and close your eyes.”
Atsumu shocks himself with how compliant he is. All he hears is the opening and closing of a draw and then the sight creak of the bed as Sakusa moves behind him. Then he feels Sakusa’s hand on his neck, pushing him down so his face is buried in the sheets (which smell of Sakusa’s laundry detergent which somehow makes him even harder). He can’t believe that Sakusa Kiyoomi of all fucking people has him in this position but judging by the way his dick is practically dripping onto the sheets beneath him, he clearly won’t be rebuking it. Then there’s the cool sensation of liquid dripping onto him and then the pressure of a finger at his entrance. He tenses in anticipation.
“No pretty boy, you gotta relax for me.”
Atsumu tries but he’s so highly strung and so desperate he can’t seem to get his muscles to release.
“Atsumu”, Sakusa’s voice is stern and there’s even a hint of warning but all Atsumu processes is that Sakusa has just used his given name. Sakusa must notice the way that the man beneath him melts at this.
“That’s it Atsumu ”, he murmurs and Atsumu whines into the sheets.
He knows for a fact that Sakusa is getting such a kick out of the power he holds over him right now. The sounds he is making are so incriminating. He’ll never live this down, no matter how long he lives.
Sakusa kisses his neck as he pushes the first finger past his rim, the intrusion is not wholly unpleasant and it’s Sakusa touching him and that’s enough for it to be the best thing Atsumu has ever felt. And as he pushes deeper and begins to set a pace, Atsumu notes that it feels better than anything he has ever managed to do to himself.
The sound of the lube squelching as Sakusa adds another finger is filthy but instead of feeling embarrassed Atsumu feels his desperation grow. As Sakusa begins to thrust them in and out, the stretch borders on a slight pain but it is paired with a growing pleasure.
“I can take three”, he mumbles into the pillow petulantly.
Sakusa removes his fingers and guides Atsumu until he is on his back, “Want to watch you take it.”
Then he’s being stretched more than before and he gazes at Sakusa as the man watches his own fingers disappear inside of Atsumu with something akin to awe. The way he looks so reverant makes Atsumu’s ego preen.
The fourth finger has Atsumu getting impatient, he begins to squirm but Sakusa doesn’t relent.
“I said I was going to take my time and I fully intend to.”
Atsumu groans and throws his head back against the pillow, “I swear to god Omi hurry up oth-”
He doesn’t manage to finish the sentence because at that moment Sakusa dips his head and replaces his fingers with his tongue and Atsumu sees stars. As he eats him out he brings his hand to begin to jerk Atsumu off. The dual stimulation has him writhing in desperation. Unsure if he wants to escape Sakusa’s touch or get even closer. The humiliation of potentially cumming before Sakusa has even been inside him makes Atsumu hold back as much as he physically can.
“Relax into it idiot”, Sakusa murmurs still between Atsumu’s thighs.
“Absolutely not or I am gonna cum.”
He hadn’t meant to admit that but his mind evidently just seems to switch off around Sakusa. He hears Sakusa chuckle and glares at his curls which are currently the only bit of him he can see. Sakusa continues his ministrations and Atsumu moves closer and closer to the edge, stomach tightening in anticipation of what’s to come.
Sakusa switches between four fingers and his tongue with such artful dexterity that Atsumu can’t help but feel a little jealous that he’s clearly had sufficient practice. He’s sure he must be mostly ready now, he feels pliant under Sakusa’s touch and ready to take anything the man throws at him.
Suddenly Sakusa pulls back, “You sure you want to do this?”
He’s evidently concerned and Atsumu finds it disgustingly endearing.
“It’s kinda like you’re takin’ my virginity huh?”
“I swear to god why are you like this?”
“What, that doesn’t turn you on at least a little bit?”
Sakusa averts his eyes and Atsumu knows he’s caught him.
“C’mon Omi I know you like it that you’ll be the first person to fuck me, don’t pretend yer not into it.”
“I am shocked a girl hasn't pegged you to be honest, you seem like the type.”
Atsumu glares at him although, admittedly, he might have a point.
“You looked ready ta kill somethin’ when I mentioned I might go on a date with another guy so just admit it already.”
“Do you want me to say that I’ve dreamt about this since we first met and that it’s all I've ever wanted?”. It’s said with a sarcastic drawl but Atsumu isn’t one to let things go.
“Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of thing I was looking for.”
Sakusa snorts, “You are so self-absorbed.”
“Yeah, and you fucking love it.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes and then he’s guiding his cock to press against Atsumu’s rim. Suddenly it’s all extremely real and he lets out an embarrassingly needy noise which elicits another smirk from Sakusa. He rubs his cockhead tantalisingly over Atsumu’s entrance. Once. Twice. And then a torturously slow third time. On the fourth, he pauses and then begins pressing in and Atsumu’s fingers dig into his back as inch by inch he sinks into him.
“F-fucking hell Omi… so full.”
Sakusa stays motionless for ten seconds. Atsumu can see his eyes roving him, watching the way his chest rises and falls. He can probably feel the way Atsumu is desperate for more, the way he’s clenching down on him. He pulls out slowly and the friction is addictive. Then he pushes back in and Atsumu lets out a strangled cry. He’s hitting somewhere inside him that no one ever has before.
“Why did no one tell me having a dick inside me would feel this fucking good”, he gasps as Sakusa starts thrusting in a gentle rhythm.
“I would have shown you at any point if you'd asked.”
Atsumu opens his mouth to retort but Sakusa picks up the pace and his mind goes blank. The only thing he can compute is the feeling of being filled and all he can see is Sakusa above him, pupils blown so wide there’s barely any iris left and a sheen of sweat coating his shoulders. No one has ever looked more beautiful to Atsumu in his whole life.
He doesn’t know what to do with the fact that this is the best he’s ever felt. Overwhelmed with violent, hazy pleasure. His vision is blurred and his senses are full of one man and one man only. Every touch is fire on his skin and every thrust shakes his body to its core. He’s moaning into Sakusa’s mouth and Sakusa is panting desperately into his. It’s messy and so fucking good.
“Wanna ride you.”
Sakusa looks like he might cum on the spot, “Be my guest.”
He can hear the challenge in Sakusa’s voice and he knows he has never done anything like this before but he wants to prove to Sakusa that he can be just as good to him. Sakusa pulls out gently and before long Atsumu is straddling him. His thighs are powerful from the amount of squatting, lunging and jumping that comes with setting and so it’s easy to lift himself slightly so he’s hovering over Sakusa’s cock.
He holds eye contact as he lets himself sink down, he somehow feels even fuller at this angle. When he’s fully seated he swears he can feel Sakusa’s cock in his stomach. He lifts himself slightly and drops back down and Sakusa groans beneath him.
“It’s like you were born to take me like this.”
Atsumu flushes under the praise and repeats his movements. It’s addicting, the pressure, the feeling of being so full.
“Omi oh my fucking god, everything feels s’good, so fucking good.”
Sakusa looks triumphant below him. Eyes ablaze with power.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this?”
Atsumu gazes down at him. He’s a simple man, he loves being wanted.
“I mean probably since we were still at school but the moment I remember is my very first practice with the Jackals and you came in wearing those stupid little shorts, all long tanned legs and that fucking infuriating face of yours. I was so gone but you were straight and that was that.”
Atsumu grins down at him, “But that wasn't that was it?”
Sakusa pauses, “And all because Shoyo sent that godforsaken message.”
Atsumu laughs softly. His mind is so full of Sakusa that his next words are barely conscious.
“Can I like maybe take yer out tomorrow? For dinner or somethin’?”
The shock in Sakusa’s eyes makes his stomach drop.
“Or not. We could totally not do that and this could be a one-time thing and we can never speak about it ever again.”
“Shit no, I’d like that. I’d like to do this again too.”
“You’d like me takin’ you on a date huh Omi-Omi”, he’s smirking as he says it.
Sakusa squirms slightly beneath him and Atsumu feels a wave of power wash over him, “Are ya embarrassed to admit you’d like that? That yer like me ?”
“I don’t like you.”
Atsumu grins lazily at that, “Okay fine Omi, I take it back-”
Sakusa grinds up into him and the smirk is instantly wiped off his face
“ I want to take you out”, Sakusa states.
Atsumu rolls his eyes, “Really Omi? You’re that stubborn. Bit old fashioned, just cos you’re toppin’ doesn’t mean yer have to take me out.”
“It’s not that you fucking idiot, I just want to.”
“Well, I want to take you out.”
Sakusa glares at him and he glares back. He can’t believe they’re having this argument mid-sex.
“Okay new idea, whoever cums first has to let themselves be taken out.”
Sakusa grins, “Easy.”
And then he starts fucking up into Atsumu like a man possessed and Atsumu realises he might not be taking Sakusa out after all. And then he thinks of the perfect plan.
“When did yer last get tested?”
“After the last guy I slept with”, Sakusa looks slightly puzzled but doesn’t relent in his movements.
“Yeah, I haven't slept with anyone since I last got tested too.”
Atsumu’s lips curl up into a smirk as he adds, “Then feel free to cum inside me Kiyoomi.”
Atsumu wonders if it is the insinuation that he’d let Sakusa come inside him or the use of his full given name which makes Sakusa’s thrusts stutter and his cock to throb inside him. Probably a combination of the two he thinks.
“Actually let me rephrase that. I want yer to cum inside me, want yer to mark me…” He moves to let his lips drag across Sakusa’s ear, “cum so fuckin’ deep inside me Kiyoomi, make me yours.”
Sakusa’s eyes are ablaze as he drags Atsumu into a kiss so messy and desperate that Atsumu can’t breathe. He’s thrusting up with the stamina and force only a seasoned athlete would have and Atsumu realises that Sakusa is probably not wrong, no one else is going to be able to fuck him like this. Sakusa is going to ruin him for anyone else.
In the brief lull between Sakusa’s pounding, Atsumu lifts himself up and off and pulls off the condom, throwing it in the vague direction that he thinks the bin might be. It’s a testimony to how fucked out Sakusa is because the man doesn’t even flinch, just gazes up at him as he sinks back down. Not a single word mentioned about being unclean or messy.
“Enjoying yourself up there”, Sakusa teases softly.
Atsumu knows he must look crazed. He tilts his head to catch a look at himself in the full-length mirror Sakusa has leaned against the wall to the side of the bed. His hair is mussed, his pupils blown out, a thin sheen of sweat coats his entire body, and his mouth is parted. No one has ever had this impact on him before, he looks fucked out beyond belief.
“Of course, you’re enjoying the view of yourself. Such. A. Narcissist.”
With each word, Sakusa thrusts up harder than before and Asumu’s eyes are dragged away from himself and back onto the man beneath him who is demanding his attention back. Sakusa is glaring at him, one of his hands moving from Atsumu’s waist, dragging up to his chest before pausing, splaying across where his collarbones meet. Atsumu moans in encouragement and then Sakusa’s hand is around his neck, gently pressing the sides. The edge is hurtling towards him quicker than he anticipated, his head fuzzy with pleasure. Can he come untouched just from being filled? Is that even a thing? He isn’t sure.
Sakusa is hitting his prostate with every thrust now and so Atsumu decides he cannot be held responsible for any of the noises he makes from here on out. The next surge of pleasure is borderline painful and he’s about to demand Sakusa to touch his cock, uncaring that he’ll lose their little competition when it hits him full force.
He doesn't even manage to make a sound. The moan that had been in his throat just gets caught and he can only open his mouth in a silent gasp, eyes rolling back, body tensing as an orgasm so violent it has him shaking, tears through him. He vaguely registers Sakusa’s sudden inhale of breath and the words that follow.
“Fuck are you cumming untouched, Atsumu? That quickly?”
He sounds totally in awe which only adds to the intensity of Atsumu’s orgasm as ropes of cum splash across his own stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck Atsumu that’s so hot, so fucking hot. Good boy, good fucking boy.”
Sakusa is rambling and he sounds half crazed and as Atsumu begins to come down and oversensitivity begins, Sakusa begins to chase his own orgasm. It only takes three more thrusts and then Atsumu feels the heat of Sakusa’s cum filling him to the brim.
“O-Omi yes oh my god fuck yes”, his voice is raw from moaning.
And then he’s collapsing onto the man beneath him and they are both panting as though they’ve just run a marathon. Atsumu feels sated in a way he has never felt before. The orgasm had been so intense, so all-encompassing and now he is lying on Sakusa’s chest with the man's arms around him. He feels shockingly at peace.
Sakusa breaks the silence, “So you better let me take you out since you came untouched before me.”
Atsumu lifts himself on shakey arms just enough that he can look Sakusa in the eye, “Fine I’ll give it to you this time.”
“You came just from having me inside you”, Sakusa is grinning in a self-conceited way that Atsumu can’t even contest.
“Miya Atsumu, professional fuck boy and Olympic setter gets fucked stupid on my cock.”
Atsumu can feel the red flushing his cheeks, since when had Sakusa developed such a filthy mouth?
“Sakusa Kiyoomi, standoffish prick and Olympic wing spiker cums inside me, moaning my name like a little bitch the whole time.”
Sakusa grins at him, “Fair enough. Guess we’ll just have to do this again to test who really is the most desperate huh?”
“Yeah, I guess we will.”
~
When Atsumu sends a smug selfie from where he’s nestled on Sakusa’s chest to Oikawa twenty minutes later, the man video calls him almost instantly.
He picks up the call and comes face to face with not only Oikawa but Hinata as well.
“I KNEW IT! BOKUTO OWES ME AT LEAST FIVE STEAMED BUNS”, Hinata shrieks down the phone.
Sakusa makes a face of annoyance but Atsumu can see the quiet amusement shining in his eyes.
“Ya little shits I knew yer were up to somethin’”, Atsumu replies.
Oikawa grins, “We had our suspicions and wanted to test them out. Anyway was having Sakusa Kiyoomi’s dick in you everything you could have dreamed of? You seemed pretty obsessed with having it inside you the last time we spoke.”
Atsumu squawks in horror and hangs up before Oikawa can say anything else incriminating before turning to Sakusa who is smiling slyly at him.
“You spoke to Oikawa about me being inside of you?”
Atsumu does the only thing he can think of and kisses him to shut him up.