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His legs were shaking, sweat running from his neck and all the way to his back. He was panting, everything felt too hot and he was begging for release already. He was mentally praying to the heavens for anyone to stop his misery.
“Just a bit more, Omi!” Shoyou said, pushing a bit further. Kiyoomi let out a groan in response, the stretch suddenly feeling way too much. “That 's good.”
He was never partnering with Hinata for stretching after training ever again. When people said the red head was an overachiever they weren’t lying, Kiyoomi was extremely flexible but he was brought to his limit and he could feel it.
“Okay everyone that’s enough for today,” Foster said, and Kiyoomi honestly whimpered. He was dying to go home.
“Come on Omi, please!” Atsumu begged for the seventh time.
“I said no.”
“Why not?”
See, Kiyoomi could be honest and tell him it was because he hasn’t had sex in a long time and he wanted some time for himself. It wouldn’t be the first time and Atsumu would surely understand and leave him be but they were in the locker rooms getting changed after practice so telling him the truth was not an option.
“Leave him alone Miya,” Meian said, tired of Atsumu’s antics. “If he doesn’t want to then it’s fine.”
“That’s right, if Omi doesn’t want to come you shouldn't make him,” Hinata said.
Kiyoomi looked up to thank them but his words got stuck in his throat when he saw the way Hinata was lazily stretching after taking off his shirt. He looked good, his still tan skin shone under the lamp light, his bulging muscles giving away the strength the man had. Every piece of skin was absolutely tempting.
“Oh, come on! Just come with us,” Atsumu insisted, pulling Kiyoomi away from the filth going over his mind.
“Why do you even want me there? You know I hate clubbing, I’m just going to be a bother.”
“Because.” Atsumu looked like a spoiled child that was being denied a treat. “Yer my best friend, it’s not the same without ya.” Everyone looked at Atsumu in surprise, that was a very tender thought and the others must have found it adorable but Kiyoomi knew better..
“Liar, what did you do?” Kiyoomi demanded, he glared at him, waiting for his breaking point, which came soon enough..
“Okay, fine!
There you go.
“I made a bet with Motoya,” Atsumu confessed.
“That’s it, I’m going home,” he said before grabbing his things and making his way back to the dorm rooms.
“But Omi!”
He didn’t look back, he wasn’t going to let Motoya of all people ruin his alone time. So he left, sent a text to Atsumu saying “fuck you” and got home.
Sharing a floor with the rest of the team wasn’t ideal, it was way too noisy and filled with people. It felt cramped and over visited, so Kiyoomi enjoyed the day where he was all alone the most.
So he put on some nice music, took a long shower, he exfoliated, put on some body cream, he did his facial skin care and when he was done with all that he made himself a cup of tea. He thought about what he would do to himself, he ran over some very good scenarios in his head and decided against using any toys.
He turned his phone off to avoid any distractions and went to his room, not bothering to close the door behind him. He took off his robe and laid on his bed completely naked.
It really had been a while since he’d done this, he felt so pent up he was afraid it would end too fast. He closed his eyes, and let his hands wander around, caressing every part of skin. He traced his nipples lazily, teasing a bit before pinching. He thought about nothing in particular, just focused on enjoying the moment. His right hand stayed there on his chest, playing with his nipples while the other one made its way down slowly.
His mind wandered, thinking about some unknown person he could’ve met at the pub. How they would’ve danced way too close, hands roaming over each other. He thought about taking them home, the both tripping over something because they were too focused on each other, too lost in each other's kisses.
Kiyoomi let out a soft gasp when his middle finger brushed his swollen clit, cunt already wet over some imaginary person. He kept thinking about someone strong enough to keep them there and that would make Kiyoomi take it. He briefly thought of Hinata, the way he pushed against Kiyoomi when they were stretching, how good he looked half naked in the locker rooms.
Kiyoomi’s hand moved faster at the thought of his teammate and he let out a loud pleasured moan. The thought of Hinata just keeping him from moving while he worked Kiyoomi up until he was overstimulated was enough to make him soaking wet and every nerve in his body on fire.
Heat was pulling fast over his belly, and he moved his hips fucking his fingers trying to reach the high he was so desperately seeking.
“Fuck,” he whined when he brushed that sensitive spot inside him, making him see stars. He opened his eyes and noticed tears pooling in his eyes. It felt so good he just needed a little push.
“You know, when I told Atsumu to leave you alone today, I didn’t think it was because of this,” Hinata said over the door. “But I can’t say I’m complaining.”
Kiyoomi looked up, now noticing the man standing in front of him. He should stop touching himself and apologise but he was so close and Hinata’s gaze on him felt so good.
“Look at you, you’re not even a bit embarrassed at being caught aren’t you,”
Kiyoomi gasped and moaned, fucking his fingers chasing the pure extasy he was feeling over having his teammate’s eyes on him.
“Come on then, Omi. Come on you fingers for me,” Hinata said, his voice was so sweet compared to the filth that was coming out of his mouth.
It drove him crazy.
He curled his fingers a bit more and that was it, he was screaming Hinata’s name aloud. Mind foggy from the pleasure. He took a moment to breathe and relax before addressing the problem in front of him.
“Hinata I–”
“Don’t try to explain yourself now, I think it’s very clear what happened here.” Kiyoomi kept his mouth shut, he felt pinned to place, the hunger in the other’s eyes paralysing . “I was worried, you know? I thought you were having a bad day so I planned to bring some food and keep you company. Imagine my surprise when I get home and I hear you moaning loud enough for anyone to hear.”
Hinata walked in, locking the door behind him and came closer to the bed. Kiyoomi wasn’t sure what was happening but he was sure he didn’t want it to stop so he waited.
“Who were you thinking about?” He asked, and Kiyoomi froze. Hinata smiled, sweet and wicked, at the reaction. “Was it me? Were you thinking about me helping you stretch while you fingered yourself?”
Hinata reached a hand out to him, thumb brushing over his lips. Kiyoomi fought the urge to take it into his mouth and suck.
“Come on, answer me. I think you can let yourself be honest after what I saw.”
“Yes,” Kiyoomi whispered, his cunt throbbing over the admission.
“Yes what,” Hinata prompted, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes, I was thinking of you while I fucked my fingers,” Kiyoomi finally admitted, half annoyed half turned on.
“Were you expecting me to find you here? Legs open and cunt ready for me to fill you?”
The mouth on this man was making him lose his mind. Kiyoomi saw how his hand reached down to his spent cunt. Kiyoomi had never seen someone look so appetising and he was getting kind of impatient. Hinata sank one of his fingers in and groaned.
“You’re soaked,” he muttered, ending whatever patience Kiyoomi was showing.
“Honestly Hinata, you talk too much so if you’re not gonna actually do something I invite you to leave and let me deal with myself. ”
Hinata laughed at the way Kiyoomi moaned when he pressed on his small dick, his other hand reaching to his belt. He played with Kiyoomi’s dick and cunt while he took off his pants and underwear. His cock stood tall in between them, red and swollen. Kiyoomi felt himself salivating.
“You were saying?” Hinata said, way too smug.
“I was saying that–fuck” Hinata was having way too much fun with his free hand and was working Kiyoomi way too close to his second orgasm. “That I need that in me right the fuck now.”
“Bossy,” he muttered, but he grabbed a condom from somewhere and put it on slowly. Kiyomi wanted to die. “What if I want to put my mouth on you until you’re crying?”
He was going to die.
“I’d say that later so please, fuck me now,” And to make sure the man wouldn’t complain anymore he added: “Please Shoyou.”
It worked because in a second the man was all over him. Kiyoomi felt every single nerve ending in his body light up in a fire, Shoyou pushed in slowly and he could feel every part of him stretching for him.
“Fuck, you feel so good Omi,” Shoyou whispered on his ear, overwhelmed.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck. Fucking move,” Kiyoomi begged, and Shoyou complied.
He fucked him deep and slow making Kiyoomi lose every bit of sense he had left. He worked him until he was crying just like he promised and Shoyou kissed all the tears away until they both were panting and begging for release.
“Come on, just one more,” Shoyou asked, voice weak and filled with pleasure.
Kiyoomi almost passed out, his orgasm way too strong, Shoyou’s presence way too violent. He breathed deeply, trying to regain some sense of control when Shoyou spoke.
“That was fun, Omi,” he said and he sounded so happy and different from the man that was fucking him a second before. “Wanna go again?” He asked, hopeful.
“Just, let me take a moment.”