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It wasn’t easy for two professional athletes, at the peak of their careers, and in different cities to maintain an active sex life. It was over 2 hours by Shinkansen between Osaka and Shizuoka. This wasn’t the first time that Suna arrived at Atsumu’s apartment to find him already passed out in his bed. It wasn’t a huge deal, they would have the next Saturday and Sunday to spend time together. In the past, Suna would simply take a bath, climb into bed with his boyfriend, and fall asleep. However, he can’t help but recall a conversation they’d had a few months prior…
“How come you always fall asleep before I get home?” They’re in bed together, post lazy morning sex on a Saturday.
“Well… I get so excited waiting for ya to come home that I end up tiring myself out.” Atsumu mumbles into Suna’s chest where his head and body are draped over.
“Tire yourself out? How do you even manage that?” Suna laughs, and the rumble jostles Atsumu around.
“Excited like- horny excited.”
“Oooh, I get it. So you finger yourself open like a good little housewife and then pass out in your post orgasm. Now it totally makes sense.” Suna rolls his eyes, and his words earn him a tickle on his sides.
“Atsumu~! I take it back!” Suna laughs, and the tickling seizes.
“S’ not like I mean ta. Ya just get back so late…”
“I get on the earliest train I can after practice,” Suna argues, but Atsumu cuts him off.
“It’s okay! It doesn’t make me mad or anything! Besides we end up having sex all weekend anyway,” Atsumu wiggles his eyebrows and grinds his hips suggestively.
Suna slaps his ass, “Ok dork, it’s fine. But why don’t you just stop doing that then?”
“Well…” Atsumu’s fingers tap and rub around his boyfriend’s chest, “I figured maybe… you could just use me while I’m asleep.” Suna’s brain short circuits. They sit in silence for a minute or two.
Atsumu sits up and goes to stand. “That was a stupid suggestion, forget I said it-“ Suna grabs his wrist and pulls him back into bed, climbing on top of the blonde and caging him in.
“It’s not stupid, just took me by surprise. You really want that?” Atsumu nods.
“Ok… how do I know when it’s okay?” Suna asks.
“Every time. It’s okay whenever.” Atsumu blushes and turns away shyly. Suna grabs Atsumu’s jaw and forces him to look at him again.
“That’s a lot of power you’re giving me, ‘Tsumu.”
“Yah well… I trust ya.” The sweet, unyielding love and trust in Atsumu’s eyes overwhelms Suna completely. He thinks for a moment that he wants to be with this boy forever.
“Ok… I’ll do it. Soon. But can we take care of this right now?” Suna says, biting his lip and grinding his dick against Atsumu’s. Atsumu flips over on his stomach, reaching behind him and pulling his cheeks apart.
“Yah I- I should still be loose enough.” Suna watches his seed from 30 minutes ago start to drip out and Atsumu’s tongue roll out of his mouth teasingly. Yeah, definitely forever.
The couple has visited a few times since, but it’s not been mentioned again. Suna was waiting for the perfect time, if it’d been too soon after Atsumu would be expecting it. But it was long ago enough that it should be a complete surprise…
Suna sets his bag down, then pulls off his hoodie and undoes the belt and button of his jeans. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and contemplates recording it, but ultimately chooses not to. He throws it towards his bag alongside his hoodie. He slowly climbs onto the bed, not wanting to move around too much. Atsumu is lying on his stomach, one leg hiked up towards his chest, leaving him rather vulnerable. He’s wearing cut off sleep shorts, and Suna can tell just from that that he’s not wearing any underwear underneath. On top, he’s wearing one of Suna’s workout shirts that’s baggy on him and exposes his collarbones.
Suna crawls towards the man, tentatively reaching out and caressing his thighs. The blond makes no move to awaken. Suna’s hands travel up towards the waistband of the shorts, pulling them down and under Atsumu’s ass, watching it jiggle from the movement. His breath hitches when he notices the slick between his cheeks, and he reaches out a finger to confirm. Pressing against Atsumu’s hole, it’s wet from lube and seemingly ready to be opened wide. Suna slowly sinks two fingers in with ease, then three. The blond stirs slightly and Suna freezes, but the man doesn’t wake so Suna continues to finger fuck him.
Suna feels himself get hard, and he’s glad to have undone his pants earlier. He reaches with his left hand to pull out his erection, still slowly fucking Atsumu with the other. He strokes himself to full hardness, then withdraws his fingers and wipes the excess lube up his shaft. He pulls off his t-shirt, left now just in his jeans and underwear.
Suna shuffles forward, shifting Atsumu’s legs further apart to make room. He slides his erection through the cheeks, poking teasingly at the tight pucker. Something he does usually to make Atsumu whimper or beg, but he realizes now that there’s no need to tease when his partner is asleep.
Suna holds his dick, guiding it and pressing finally into his boyfriend’s hot wet heat. He sighs, and he freezes as his boyfriend sighs too. He’s only halfway in, and he checks to see if Atsumu’s awake. He’s not, but he does notice that the boy looks to be hard and leaking into the front of his shorts. Suna wonders if the blonde will come from this, or if he’ll just sleep through the night with blue balls.
Suna pushes the rest of the way in, letting go of his dick and holding himself up with his arms at each side of Atsumu, scared to move the boy too much by holding his hips or legs. He begins to thrust in and out slowly. It will take him a while to cum like this, but any harder and he’s sure Atsumu will wake.
Suna pumps away, taking in the sight of Atsumu’s sleeping form. It makes his dick pulse, and he thinks maybe he won’t take as long to cum as he thought. He’s turned his boyfriend into a glorified sex toy, and that notion is a huge turn on. Atsumu’s whimpering quietly, and he starts to rut his dick against the bed. Suna wonders what sort of dream he might be having. Atsumu’s hips stutter, and he whines before going fully limp. Suna can feel the blonde clench around him, and he can only assume Atsumu just came into his little shorts.
Suna’s eyes dilate, and he starts thrusting with less care if the man wakes or not. He’s just chasing his own orgasm now. It doesn’t take him long; he buries deep and leaves the evidence right inside. He hisses as he withdraws, wiping any leftover substances from his dick onto Atsumu’s shorts and pulling them back into place. He tucks his dick back into his boxers and collapses next to Atsumu.
“Rin?” Atsumu mumbles, and starts to turn to face his husband, eyes blinking away sleep. Suna sits up and hushes the boy.
“Ssh, I just got home baby. Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” Suna says, pecks Atsumu’s cheek and cuddles up to him as a distraction.
“M’kay. Love ya,” Atsumu hums contently, wiggling back into Suna’s arms. Suna lets out a sigh of relief, wiggles out of his jeans, and falls asleep.
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Atsumu is the first to awake the next morning. The first thing he feels is Suna’s arms around him, it makes him smile. The second thing he feels is crustiness at the front of his shorts. Weird, sex dream? Then, it dawns on him when the third thing he feels is the same crust down the back of his shorts too. It makes his face turn red and he gets lightheaded from how fast his dick gets hard. He reaches down the back of his shorts, in between him and Suna. He presses at his hole and whines, a little more fresh semen leaking out. Fuck, he really did it.
Atsumu wiggles out of Suna’s arms, pushing down his shorts and leaning against the headboard. His dick is hard, so he spits into his palm and starts jacking himself off. He thinks about the dream he had last night, a sex dream that he’d assumed was no different from any other. But clearly, it wasn’t the same at all.
Suna starts to rustle, and Atsumu bites his lips to keep his voice down. He spits into his palm again, and the sound of him furiously jerking off is getting louder.
Schlick, schlick - Suna’s always been a light sleeper.
“What are you doing?” The voice is deep and chilling, but Atsumu doesn’t even consider stopping. His orgasm is so close. Suna clicks his tongue, and Atsumu looks over to see his boyfriend propped up on his elbows looking at him with disappointment.
“Rin~” Atsumu whines, bucking his hips unevenly. Suna sits up, crowding into the blonde’s space. He slaps the hand away, grabbing hold of Atsumu’s dick tightly around the base to hold off the orgasm.
Atsumu cries, desperately trying to thrust into Suna’s hand, but his hold doesn’t move.
“What’s the first thing you should have done when you woke up?” Suna says, staring Atsumu down with a fierce glare.
“Shoulda- ah!” Suna’s hand starts a slow pace, “Shoulda woken you up and- ah! And said thank you!”
“That’s right. Why didn’t you?”
“I was so- so horny. It made me hard right away when I realized- ah! Thank you, Rin! Please let me cum!” Atsumu thrusts desperately, but Suna just holds on tighter, making Atsumu whimper from the slight pain.
“What else?”
“I’m sorry! Ah- for trying to touch myself without your permission!”
“Good boy.” With that, Suna lets go and leans down, taking Atsumu into his mouth in one gulp. It makes the boy scream and buck his hips, and Suna places a hand on his abdomen to force him back down. He bobs his head up and down a few times, leaving just the head in his mouth and sucking whilst jerking his hand up and down the shaft.
Atsumu cums with a sob, trying to back away now as Suna sucks his spent cock for every last drop. When it’s all out, Suna lifts his head and lets all the cum drip out of his mouth back onto Atsumu’s softening shaft.
“Yer so nasty!” Atsumu gasps, and he twitches as his sensitive dick is taken back into the brunette’s mouth, sucking the cum back into his mouth and finally letting Atsumu’s cock out of his mouth with a pop. Suna smiles, and his tongue covered with cum falls out of his mouth. It almost drips, but he sucks it back up at the last moment. Suna climbs to straddle Atsumu, and he takes hold of Atsumu’s jaw, prying it open. Atsumu obeys, tongue coming out.
Suna spits, the wad of cum hitting Atsumu’s tongue and throat. Atsumu gags, but he closes his mouth and swallows it anyway.
“Good boy, ‘Tsumu.”
“Can ya do that next time ya come to visit?” Suna laughs.
“Of course.”