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He likes the Miya household - he decides.
It’s warm and cozy, filled with a ridiculous amount of pictures of the twins from various ages and some family photos too. The furniture appears worn, as if it’s frequently used - not like the furniture in his own home where it looks like it came straight off a show floor. Less sterile.
Miya Koharu is especially nice - she has Atsumu’s warm smile and quick wit but also Osamu’s quiet,calm demeanor and gray eyes. There’s a knowing look on her face as Atsumu introduces him as his friend, their shoulders brushing as they stand next to each other a little closer than necessary.
And their Dad. Well. Kiyoomi doesn’t get a chance to meet him right then.
“Pa works late. Ya probably won’t get to meet him until later if he makes it home early enough.” Atsumu explains after they were shooed into the living room by his mom.
They make small talk with Koharu-san while she makes dinner in the kitchen, their voices having to be raised a little higher to make it to the other side of the house. He likes it - a lot. Even if it means talking much louder than he’s used to.
She asks about Kiyoomi, popping her head from around the corner occasionally - his parents, his school, friends, what his plans are when he graduates. Digging. Making sure that the boy her son is so enamored with isn’t planning on disappearing and breaking Atsumu’s heart in the process.
There’s surprise when he tells her that he’s going to college to get a degree then happiness when he continues and says that afterwards he plans to go pro, if any teams will still have him.
“Oh, I’m sure there will be at least one team that wants ya, Kiyoomi-kun.” She winks playfully - looking awfully a lot like the blushing boy by his side.
“Ma!” Atsumu grits out, turning his head so Kiyoomi wouldn’t notice his red tinted face. He does, though. Kiyoomi always notices things about Atsumu. Has since they were both 14.
He ends up meeting Miya Toshio after all - a man, who was the spitting image of the twins stumbled through the door during dinner - tie loosened around his neck and a tired smile on his face.
When Atsumu introduces him to his father - Toshio-san has the same knowing grin that Koharu did and Osamu snorts into his rice.
Dinner is pleasant and warm, Kiyoomi can’t remember the last time he’s felt so much warmth in his life. It’s nice. Really nice. Especially feeling Atsumu’s pinky brush against his own afterwards while they all watch tv together with their bellies full and contentment in the air.
Later - much later, Toshio and Koharu bid them goodnight with gentle smiles and easy waves. Atsumu tangles their fingers together and leads him to the bedroom that he and Osamu shared only to pause when the door opens and his brother steps out of the room with a bag over his shoulders.
“Where are ya going, scrub?” Atsumu asks, looking between the bag and his twin.
Osamu rolls his eyes. “Like I’m gonna stay in this room with the both of ya. I could barely stand dinner having to watch ya moonin’ over each other. I’m going to Rin’s tonight.”
Atsumu hisses out an insult and holds Kiyoomi’s hand a little tighter as he shoulders past his brother. “Asshole.”
“Whatever.” Osamu scoffs before catching Kiyoomi’s eyes and nodding politely. “Ya can sleep in my bunk tonight. You’re much cleaner than this bastard.”
Kiyoomi holds back a laugh as Atsumu attempts to jump at his brother. “I’m plenty clean ya fuckin’ loser.”
Osamu expertly dodges him and waves over his shoulder. “See ya tomorrow.” He pauses then adds. “Don’t fuck on my bed.”
It’s mortifying - so much so, that his ears burn and his hands grow clammy clasped with Atsumu’s. They weren’t planning -
Or maybe they were -
Kiyoomi wasn’t entirely sure - either way, Osamu didn’t need to address it in any fashion.
Embarrassing.
Atsumu clicks his tongue and leads Kiyoomi into his room.
He takes in the array of posters, trophies, and the occasional pictures of the twin with their teammates. There are two messy desks pushed along the wall and a metal bunk bed pressed against the other.
Atsumu pecks his cheeks, once, twice, then urges him to take the first shower while he gets Osamu’s bed ready for him.
Kiyoomi tries not to pout when he realizes that Atsumu isn’t planning on sleeping in the same bed as him.
He showers and dresses in one of Atsumu’s hoodies that he managed to steal back at All Japan Youth Camp. He blushes when he thinks about their first kiss and the shower that happened afterwards - the start of everything.
When he steps back into Atsumu’s room, he’s kissed on the temple again and watches as the other boy leaves to take his own shower.
He sits and waits on Osamu’s bed - the distant sound of the water running filling the lull in the near empty room. Fingers idly fiddle with loose thread from the worn comforter and his mind runs at a thousand miles an hour.
This is their first sleepover - in the sense without several teammates around and maybe less privacy than their room at camp - but still.
This feels -
So much more intimate.
Did Atsumu want to go further? To try something new? Kiyoomi would - if he asks, if he made a move while looking at him with those big honey brown eyes. He thinks he’d do a lot if it was with Atsumu - just Atsumu.
The idea of doing any of this - kissing, sleepovers, touching - with anyone else felt wrong, not quite right, like he wanted to scratch and scratch and scratch until that uncomfortable itch went away.
Yeah.
Just Atsumu. Only him.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening again. It’s unfair - how attractive one person can look coming out of the shower.
Atsumu is shameless as he walks into the room shirtless, sweats low on his hips and shuts the light off, leaving them with only an orange glow from the lamp on one of the desks.
Kiyoomi’s bites the inside of his cheek and he wonders - an important thought to have in case anyone ever asks - if it would be appropriate to drag his tongue across those abs. Atsumu would most likely say it was - wholeheartedly.
“Ya need anything, Omi?” Atsumu asks quietly, breaking Kiyoomi from his thoughts, his fingers affectionately running over his ankle bone as his free hand holds onto the latter leading up to the top bunk.
“Are you really sleeping up there?”
The question leaves Kiyoomi’s mouth before he can stop it. He scowls when Atsumu’s surprise shifts into a smug grin. “I was unless you want me down here with ya?”
Kiyoomi averts his gaze, cheeks puffing slightly as he fiddles with the string of his hoodie. “That’s not what I said.”
Atsumu chuckles and crawls towards him and settles between his thighs, planting a kiss on his stomach. “But that’s what ya want, right?”
Kiyoomi - is weak, so very weak when Atsumu looks at him like that. His fingers trace the muscles of Atsumu’s back as a flush settles over his cheeks. “If it is. Would you stay?”
Atsumu smiles - bright and all too knowing. “Course I would, Omi-Omi.” He leans up and cups his face, dragging the pad of his thumb across his left cheek. “Only if I get to kiss ya, though. That’s my fee.” He’s an idiot - a whole idiot. Yet. Yet. Kiyoomi is hopeless for him.
It has Kiyoomi’s lips twitching up - he attempts to ignore as warm Atsumu’s hand feels against him. “Seems pretty cheap for you.”
“Nah.” Atsumu brushes their lips together. “Kissing ya is worth a lot more than ya think, Omi.”
He doesn’t give Kiyoomi a chance to rebuttal - to call him a sap or too cheesy for his own good - because he claims his lips. So hot and wet and it sends Kiyoomi’s mind spinning. Letting the insult die on his tongue.
They’ve learned from their first kiss - which way to slot their heads, when to lick, when to bite, how to drive each other up the wall. Atsumu knows that Kiyoomi loves when he sinks his teeth into his skin, marking him up and Kiyoomi knows Atsumu loves when his hair is tugged - just enough to cause a little pain.
Kiyoomi keens when Atsumu nips his lower lip. “Shh, gotta stay quiet, sweetheart. Can ya do that for me?”
Kiyoomi nods because of course he can - he can be quiet. He can be good. Only if Atsumu asks.
Satisfied with that answer, large hands roam across his body, running under his hoodie to feel pale heated skin.
And they kiss and kiss and kiss until Kiyoomi is begging against Atsumu’s lips - pleading for just a little more - please, pretty please . It’s enough to have Atsumu’s hand to snake down beneath Kiyoomi’s sleeping pants and boxers.
His hands wrap around Kiyoomi’s cock, stroking him gently - thumbing the head and watching intently as the boy below him trembles from the motion.
This. This is new. Atsumu touching him like this. He’d been too shy in the showers during camp - settling for letting Kiyoomi grind against his thigh and doing the same until they were both crying out each other’s names.
But now. It’s a little different. Atsumu is just as shy, just as careful when he handles Kiyoomi, breathing in each little sigh and gasp as his hands stroke his cock, thumbing over the slit.
“Me too.” Kiyoomi whispers, palming Atsumu’s tented sweats. Not wanting the other to do all the work. “Let me make you feel good too.”
“Are ya sure, baby?” Atsumu asks as he kisses down Kiyoomi’s neck, sucking on his pulse point, the aroma of his own apple scented body wash lingering on the other’s skin. “I don’t mind making you feel good.”
“I wanna.” Kiyoomi says, looking up at him through his lashes, fingers wrapping around Atsumu’s cock and pulling it from beneath his clothing. “Please?”
“Fuck - it should be illegal for ya to look that pretty - okay .” Atsumu breathes out shakily, “Do what ya want, Omi.”
And he does.
He tries to, at least.
It’s hard to focus when Atsumu is touching him too and the air around them is getting so much hotter. But he wants to make Atsumu good - just as good as he’s feeling even if he’s not the best at it.
Atsumu is dragging it out - he thinks. Each stroke is slow and deliberate as if he’s savoring each moment, staring at Kiyoomi with so much affection and desire - he feels a little dizzy.
His own hand falters a bit when that familiar coil threatens to unwind and Atsumu’s hand begins to feel so overwhelming, so perfect .
“It’s alright, baby.” Atsumu says, noticing Kiyoomi’s lips twisting up in displeasure when he simply can’t keep up. “Just focus on you, okay? My sweet boy, ya did so well for me, making me feel good.”
The praise goes to Kiyoomi’s head - hearing Atsumu’s voice so low and rough - talking to him so sweetly. It’s enough to have him burying his face into Atsumu’s chest with a moan and spilling into the blond’s hand.
He falls back into the pillow and watches - with hearts practically in his eyes as Atsumu strokes his own cock with his cum covered hand, head tilted back as he jerks himself off. He’s so hot and he’s all his. Fuck.
Kiyoomi swears he could feel himself twitch in interest again.
Atsumu comes silently, mouth parted and brows drawn in. Splatters of cum land on his bare stomach and he manages to catch himself before he could fall on top of Kiyoomi.
Honey meets brown and Atsumu cracks that perfect smile of his before leaning down to kiss him, much softer than before. “You okay, Omi?”
Kiyoomi hums happily and wraps his arms around Atsumu’s neck. “Very.”
Another kiss is pressed to his cheek then Atsumu is pulling away, “Let’s clean up, sweetheart. You’re happy now but I know you’ll kill me when ya wake up covered in our jizz.”
Kiyoomi scrunches his nose and allows the other boy to clean him up and soon he’s finally wrapped in Atsumu’s strong arms, cheek pressed firmly against his chest.
“Hey.”
Kiyoomi hums again - much sleepier and quiet.
“Let’s take a trip, before ya go to college and I’m in Osaka.”
Kiyoomi blinks up at him owlishly, “We’re eighteen Atsumu. We don’t exactly have the funds to plan a trip like that.”
He was barely able to make this weekend trip. How would they ever -
Atsumu grins and brushes his lips against his forehead - it’s sweet, so sweet . He wonders if Atsumu can feel his heart beating out of his chest like it was to somehow escape. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours, baby. Just say yes and I’ll handle the rest.”
“But why-“
“I wanna spend more time with ya.” Atsumu says and his arms tighten around Kiyoomi - almost as if it was the last time. Like he was scared . “Before it all changes - I can’t - fuck Omi - I’m not ready for all the distance.”
“It’s always been like this though.” Kiyoomi says weakly.
“Not like this - not when I finally have ya. When you’re mine. ”
Kiyoomi swallows deeply - he understands, he does . Because Atsumu is his too. And being apart for so long - depending on phone calls, texts, and video chats will never feel like enough. He’s not ready for the distance either.
Silence settles over them when - “Yes.”
“Really?” Atsumu asks almost in disbelief.
“Really.” Kiyoomi confirms, he’s looking up at him now, eyes wide and so soft. “Just us right?”
“Yeah Omi. Just us.”