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Honestly, Kiyoomi shouldn’t have accepted the invitation to party with people he played against in high school.
So far, he’s seen Oikawa kiss Suga, Osamu and Suna practically make out, Kuroo attempt to kiss Daichi, and… his cousin drag his boyfriend into a kiss. Yeah, he shut his eyes and quickly downed another shot.
The only saving grace he has is he hasn’t seen Atsumu kiss anyone. Yet , the tiny voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Motoya reminds him.
A headache started to form as soon as he entered the room, and it only grows sharper as he watches in horror as the bottle lands on… him .
He can feel himself aging as he looks up and locks eyes with a pair of very amused blue-green eyes.
Keiji raises a perfectly arched brow as he leans into his boyfriend’s chest.
Scared?
Kiyoomi wants to scoff.
As if.
Keiji smirks and whispers something to Bokuto, who grins and removes his arms from around Keiji’s waist.
Kiyoomi’s headache gets up from his boyfriend’s lap and sits in front of him.
“What’s wrong Kiyo?”
Kiyoomi wrinkles his nose as Keiji leans in close enough that their noses bump but not close enough for Kiyoomi to simply peck his lips.
“You’re the worst person I could kiss.”
Keiji’s eyes sparkle as they drift to the blonde sitting next to Kiyoomi, who’s looking a little distressed. Well then.
“Not the worst…”
Kiyoomi rolls his eyes and accidentally brushes his lips against Keiji’s. He freezes, and Keiji suppresses the urge to laugh as Kiyoomi quickly glances to the side.
Atsumu’s not looking better, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead twice. Once by his lovely roommate, and once by his lovely roommate’s supposed suitor who doesn’t realize Kiyoomi is equally as infatuated with him. And that’s considering the fact they haven’t even actually kissed yet.
Keiji tilts his head curiously as blood rushes into Kiyoomi’s cheeks when he realizes Atsumu is looking.
If Keiji has to go one more night listening to Kiyoomi grumble about not dating Atsumu, he may murder his roommate.
“Can I ask you a question Kiyoomi?”
He leans closer, lips brushing and he can feel Kiyoomi inhale sharply.
“Have you ever been kissed in a crowded room?”
Whatever response Kiyoomi has dies quite literally on his lips as Keiji slides their lips together, pressing gently. His glasses bump into Kiyoomi’s nose, and it irks Keiji slightly as he can’t fully kiss his roommate, but it’ll do.
Kiyoomi pulls away slightly, and Keiji blinks quickly at the space between their lips.
“Your glasses,” Kiyoomi whispers, “can I…”
“Yeah,” Keiji immediately agrees, breathless with no idea why.
Kiyoomi’s hands tremble slightly as he pushes Keiji’s glasses onto his head. Keiji squints and Kiyoomi giggles slightly.
“You cannot be laughing—“
Kiyoomi grabs the front of Keiji’s shirt and he’s the one to pull him in. Startled, Keiji inhales sharply but wastes no time in kissing Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi stiffens but relaxes as Keiji’s hand comes up to gently cup his face. His thumb runs soothingly over his cheekbone, and he feels Kiyoomi’s hand hesitantly settle on his waist.
Kiyoomi shakily exhales but finally kisses Keiji back. Distantly, he hears everyone whooping and cheering. Keiji hums his approval and surges forward.
Kiyoomi freezes. Keiji’s hands cup the back of Kiyoomi’s and he rubs soothing circles. He toys with the curls on the back of his head and presses fleeting kisses on his lips until Kiyoomi gets the hint and kisses back.
Keiji feels Kiyoomi spreading his fingers on his waist and feels one of his hands tentatively land on his thigh. Well then. Keiji hears Kiyoomi inhale sharply as he climbs into his lap. “Just keep doing what we were doing Kiyo,” Keiji reassures his roommate.
He presses longer kisses until Kiyoomi keeps up with his pace. Keiji can even feel Kiyoomi pressing forward, desperate for more. And really, who’s Keiji to deny anything Kiyoomi wants?
Keiji flicks his tongue out and feels Kiyoomi almost panicking. Immediately, Keiji’s hands come up to cup Kiyoomi’s face. “It’s okay baby,” he whispers against his lips, “Just follow my lead, okay?”
Dazed, Kiyoomi nods and surges forward, startling Keiji, causing him to wrap his arms around his neck to avoid falling back. Kiyoomi kisses back with newfound resolve, and Keiji coaxes him to open his mouth.
Hesitantly, Kiyoomi does, and tenses at the new sensation in his mouth. Keiji’s hands play with his curls, and Kiyoomi relaxes. He can taste the alcohol from Kiyoomi’s last shot and hums his appreciation as Kiyoomi’s fingers dig into his thigh.
Kiyoomi chuckles and continues to press harder. Keiji feels his stomach doing flips and Kiyoomi leans forward, his hand wrapping around his waist.
“Ain’t this a little much, Keiji-kun?”
Ah. They have an audience. Right
Keiji pulls away slightly and smirks when he sees Kiyoomi try to follow him.
He turns to Atsumu, “My boyfriend doesn’t mind.”
His eyes give Atsumu a quick once over, “And it’s not like Kiyoomi has a boyfriend.”
“Keiji,” Kiyoomi’s hand on his waist pulls him closer, growing impatient, and he cuts off whatever insult was going to come out of his mouth with his lips.
Keiji giggles as Kiyoomi finally kisses him without any hesitation. Kiyoomi even tugs on Keiji’s bottom lip, and Keiji chooses to ignore how that made him kiss him harder, slipping his tongue between his lips.
They make out for a couple more seconds until they grow tired. They pull away, both equally flushed, panting heavily and eyes half-lidded as they see a thin trail of spit connect them.
He locks eyes with Kiyoomi and clearly hears the whispered confession meant only for his ears.
“That was my first kiss.”
Kiyoomi looks dazed, and Keiji can’t help but laugh airily at the absurdity of their situation.
Kiyoomi breaks out of whatever spell he was under but before he can get a word out, Keiji cuts him off with a soothingly gentle press of his lips before retreating back to his boyfriend.
He watches how Kiyoomi touches his fingers against his lips and chooses to ignore Atsumu’s glare.
Well, he’s willing to temporarily be on the receiving end of Atsumu’s glare as long as Kiyoomi finally stops bugging him about his crush.
For now, Keiji thinks as Atsumu spins the bottle, he’s going to have so much fun making fun of him being Kiyoomi’s first kiss—
He sits up gleefully as the bottle once again lands on Kiyoomi.
Oh my gosh .
Keiji can’t help it.
He starts laughing.
He’s laughing so hard he has to wipe away tears as Kiyoomi flicks him off when Atsumu brings their faces together.
Kiyoomi tries to ignore Keiji’s laughter, especially since Atsumu’s lips are making him feel lightheaded and twisting his insides, but his roommate is so obnoxious he almost wants to get up and throttle him.
Almost. He isn’t a complete idiot to ruin what’s most likely the only opportunity to kiss Atsumu.
He would’ve liked to keep his middle finger raised, but Atsumu tilts his head just so and Kiyoomi abandons his previous task in order to pull Atsumu impossibly closer.
It almost feels like Atsumu’s trying to make Kiyoomi forget about his previous kiss with Keiji.
Bokuto has to hold onto Keiji as he almost falls off his lap when he realizes Kiyoomi is going to kill him after this.
Atsumu could’ve been Kiyoomi’s first kiss, but of course, he would have to kiss, hell, fully make out, with Keiji right before his actual crush.
He blows a kiss as Kiyoomi mouths ‘fuck you’ when he and Atsumu step over him to go somewhere more private.
Oh, he’s gonna have so much fun torturing Kiyo.
— Later —
“Hey Omi, how many people did ya kiss to learn to kiss like this?” Atsumu mumbles against Kiyoomi’s lips as his hand rests on his hip bone.
Kiyoomi nips at Atsumu’s jaw, “Why are you asking about other people when I’m kissing you?”
“Well, ya but—” He inhales sharply as Kiyoomi sucks a bruise underneath his jaw.
He simply presses soothing kisses against the length of his neck, and any thought goes flying out of Atsumu’s mind.
— Two years later —
They’re lying in bed, feeling lazy after playing a match the day before.
“Hey Omi Omi?”
Kiyoomi hums as he burrows deeper into the crook of Atsumu’s neck.
“Who was yer first kiss?”
Kiyoomi stiffens, and shifts until he’s staring into Atsumu’s eyes.
“The only first kiss that mattered was yours.”
Atsumu snorts, “That’s cheesy,” but doesn’t refuse when Kiyoomi pulls him closer.
— Five years later —
“Hey Keiji-kun?”
“Yes?”
“Do ya know who Kiyoomi’s first kiss was?”
Keiji chokes on his sip of champagne. He coughs lightly as Atsumu flits around him, not quite knowing what to do.
He clears his throat as he looks at Atsumu, “This is your engagement party, is it not?”
“Yeah?” Atsumu tilts his head, confused.
“You’re asking about your fiancés first kiss… during your engagement party?”
“Yes?”
“Huh.”
“Why?”
“Well, Omi’s so secretive about it that at this point I’m kinda worried it might have been someone insane, like Ushiwaka or something.”
Keiji snorts at the mental image of Kiyoomi and Ushijima, “Absolutely not.”
“What’s going on?”
Keiji smirks into his champagne flute as Kiyoomi slides in, slipping his arm around Atsumu’s waist. He presses a kiss against Atsumu’s waiting lips and glares at his ex-roommate.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just that,” Keiji blinks innocently, “Atsumu was just wondering who your first kiss was.”
Kiyoomi wishes he had suffocated Keiji with his obnoxiously large Tuxedo Sam Squishmellow back when he had the chance.
Now, he can only watch in horror as his fiancé needles an answer out of Keiji.
“C’mon Keiji, think of it as a special engagement gift.”
“Well when you put it that way,” Keiji’s all too happy to finally reveal the secret, “I was actually Kiyoomi’s first kiss. In fact, if the bottle hadn’t landed on Kiyo, you would’ve been his first kiss.”
He blows a kiss at Kiyoomi’s raised middle finger as he slips away right as Atsumu gasps and turns to his fiancé.
Oh, Kiyoomi’s so going to kill him later.