Chapter 10: Remembering

                                    

                                          
While Atsumu seemed to be more relaxed with Omi in his bed, Kiyoomi was far from relaxed. He was a half meter from Atsumu, in his bed, and all Omi wanted to do was fuck him senseless. But Atsumu was having a mental health crisis and there is no way Sakusa could take advantage of that. So he did the next best thing -- thought about That Night they had spent together.

                          
Sakusa remembered it like it was yesterday. It was Sunday, November 1. They had lost the match that night and everyone was pretty disappointed. Everyone had been drinking and both he and Atsumu had had too much. Atsumu had tripped and he had caught him and the next thing he knew, Atsumu was kissing him. Then he kissed him back and they went back to his apartment. They were throwing off clothes and making out while on their way to the shower. 
                          
He had told Atsumu "You may call the shots on the court, but if we're going to do this, it's going to be my way. I don't take orders in bed." Atsumu had looked at him with that 'fuck me' look and then it was all heated kisses and urgent touches. They had gotten started in the shower, where Atsumu had given him, frankly, the best head he'd ever had. 
                          
They had moved to the bed, where Kiyoomi had pushed Atsumu on his back. He came down over him, planting a hard, hungry kiss on his lips while using a hand to explore the setter's toned abs. Atsumu had a hand on his neck and then in his hair and was not letting go, which was fine with him. Then he had felt another hand on his ass cheek, pulling him closer.
                          
He had moved his kisses and bites down Atsumu's neck and collarbone, and then down to his sensitive nipple. Atsumu was practically writhing beneath him already, which was just fine with him. His hand moved down lower as his mouth went back up for a wet, sloppy kiss. He roughly embraced Atsumu's cock and he started stroking firmly. Atsumu was letting out little moans of pleasure so he continued, loving the sound of his crush losing control.
                          
Soon, the setter's breath hitched and he was cumming all over his abs and chest. Sakusa had grabbed some tissues to clean them up. Then before continuing, he had asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
                          
Atsumu had said, "Fuck, yeah," and pulled him down in a rough, passionate kiss. He had kept his hand in Kiyoomi's dark curls and Omi remembered liking it. He remembered grabbing a condom and lube from the bedside table and seeing Atsumu laid out on his bed like a fucking dessert.
                          
He came back and settled himself on his knees between the blonde's legs. Atsumu was looking up at him with hooded eyes and Sakusa was so fucking turned on. "Look at you, you're a fucking mess already." 
                          
Atsumu only said, "Omi, please fuck me."
                          
"Spread your legs for me." Atsumu complied willingly like a fucking slut and Omi began fingering his hole. One finger and Atsumu was begging for more, "Omi, please, more!" He added another finger as he leaned down to lick a strip from the base of Atsumu's cock to the tip. Atsumu practically whined with pleasure.
                          
"Look at you. You're a fucking slut for me aren't you?" Atsumu looked up and nodded vigorously and it had turned him on so much he almost decided to fuck him right then. But he also hadn't wanted to hurt him so he added another finger and asked "You want my cock? Say it."
                          
"Omi, I want your cock, please!"
                          
Kiyoomi was still teasing him, teasing his hole, making him beg. "Yeah? You want it, 'Tsumu?"
                          
"Yes! Please, Omi." He was practically whining as Omi's fingers plunged in and out, curling around, making him squirm. "Oh, god." Tears formed in the corner of his eyes.
                          
"You think I should fuck you now?" Kiyoomi asked, almost conversationally.
                          
Atsumu whimpered out a response. "Yes. Now, please, Omi." 
                          
At last, Sakusa took pity on him. He lined his dick up with Atsumu's hole and pushed in slowly, watching his face the whole time. It had been so fucking hot to watch Atsumu take him in. He had taken a mental snapshot of that look and went back to it often. Shit, he wanted to see that look again.
                          
He began moving slowly and Atsumu had clung to him, a moaning mess. He teased him a bit more before pulling out. Atsumu's eyes flew open at the sudden emptiness, but Omi had told him, "Get on your hands and knees. Now." And Atsumu had willingly complied.
                          
Sakusa had roughly entered him that time, causing a lewd moan to escape the blonde's lips. He remembered that feeling of being fully embedded in Atsumu and craved that feeling every day since. He started slowly but picked up the pace at Atsumu's urging. He had adjusted a few times, looking for Atsumu's sweet spot and smiled when Atsumu started keening, "Oh, fuck, Omi, right there. Oh god." Sakusa sped up, more than satisfied with himself, as he continued to pound. The moans continued from below him, turning Sakusa on even more.
                          
When they were both breathing hard and getting close, Sakusa reached around to grab Atsumu's dick. He urged his lover on, "C'mon baby, cum for me." Then, at last, one last forceful thrust brought 'Tsumu over the edge, with Sakusa coming close behind. He remembered that the feeling of euphoria was unlike anything he had felt before. He had withdrawn and collapsed, both of them taking several minutes to come down from the high. He had been blown away by the intensity of the encounter.
                          
And so they had done it again. Three more times. 
                          
It was heaven on earth for him, and Sakusa wanted so badly to have that all the fucking time. He had had feelings for Atsumu for so long and That Night only further convinced him that he was in love. He had been planning to confess in the morning, to tell Atsumu that he was the only one. That he wanted to be with him and only him. Every day.
                          
But when he woke up in the morning, Atsumu was gone and the emptiness Sakusa felt in his heart was wide and deep. He had cried, and he wasn't too proud to admit it.
                          
He had spent the next few days walking around in a daze and berating himself for waiting till morning, for not saying something sooner. He had had months to confess, and then he had hours That Night. But he didn't get around to it and then it was too late. When Atsumu had said it was a mistake, Kiyoomi wanted to scream with rage and frustration. But Atsumu had asked him never to speak of it, and he had stayed true to his word.
                          
Until that night at Bokuto's apartment when they were sitting there waiting for Hinata to come back. Atsumu had brought up That Night and Kiyoomi had finally thought that maybe he would have a chance to correct his mistake. But Hinata had come back before they could have that conversation. That was a few months ago and Omi continued to keep his word, pining from afar, angry with himself for never telling Atsumu his feelings.
                          
Then again last week, Atsumu had brought up That Night, but Kiyoomi had panicked. And instead of being in Atsumu's bed fucking him, he was in his bed sleeping, or at least trying to. Shit, he had fucked up everything so badly. And now he couldn't fix it, not right away. Not until Atsumu was himself again. 
                          
Would he be back to normal by tomorrow? How long did Atsumu's mental breakdowns last anyway? He had no clue, but he hoped it was short-lived because if there was one thing Kiyoomi knew for sure, it was that sleeping in Atsumu's bed was nowhere near as good as fucking in it.