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"Omi I need ya ta do me a favor," Atsumu says it like it's casual — because at its root, it is. "Let's try somethin' new."
Sakusa squints, his eyes narrowing at Atsumu from the other end of the couch. Atsumu sat with a wicked smile from ear to ear, eyes wide and glistening as he stares at Sakusa.
"What is it?" Sakusa finally spits, short and curt.
"'Kay, well I'm gonna need ya ta kinda.. hear me out." Atsumu shuffles a little closer to Sakusa, their knees brushing.
Sakusa tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, gesturing for Atsumu to get on with it — for Atsumu to beg him for something undoubtedly exasperating.
"Ya love me right?" Atsumu starts, his thumb rubbing over the curvature of Sakusa's knee.
Sakusa swallows, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Yes, Atsumu. What are you getting at?"
Atsumu licks across his bottom lip, flutters his lashes and curls his lips into a smile. Not a warm smile like the ones he gives after Sakusa wakes up or makes him cum but, a coy smile — that's when Sakusa knows Atsumu wants something.
"Do ya know what Kuroo and Kenma-san are up to these days?" Atsumu clears his throat, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Should I be keeping close tabs on our friends?" Sakusa furrows his brows, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I guess not but," Atsumu shrugs, "It's important ta tha conversation we're bout ta have,"
"I didn't know that this was going to become a conversation." Sakusa scoffs. "Please just spit it out."
"'Kay," Atsumu inhales deeply, squeezing the skin of Sakusa's thigh. "Kuroo and Kenma-san are having sex."
"So are we?" Sakusa says, the irritation growing more obvious in his cadence. "What's your point here?"
"And they're videoing it and uploading it online!" Atsumu spits out lightning fast, squeezing his eyes shut when he finishes.
Sakusa's mouth goes dry. At first Sakusa assumes Atsumu is joking, making up a white lie so that he could somehow convince him to video their own sex. Though, after watching Atsumu hang his head low with pink-tipped ears, he no longer assumes Atsumu is joking.
"Atsumu," Sakusa huffs out a confused sound, almost a chuckle but not quite. "You're serious?"
"I can show ya!" Atsumu jumps to his feet, skating into the other room.
Sakusa watches with wide eyes as Atsumu dashes back into the room and throws himself down next to Sakusa. Atsumu thumbed through his phone for a moment before shoving it into Sakusa's face.
An obscene moan spills through the speakers of Atsumu's phone as Sakusa takes it into his hands. When he looks down, a poorly lit video plays across the screen. Sakusa can sort of makeout two bodies, Kenma's back arched like a cat facing the camera. Sakusa would be lying if he said it didn't make him a little hot.
"See!" Atsumu guffaws, "I told ya!"
"I never rebutted your claim, Atsumu." Sakusa groans, handing the phone back over to Atsumu. "Why did they start uploading their sex tapes?"
Atsumu shrugs, making a noise of unsureness. "Can we try?"
"Absolutely not." Sakusa spits, his eyes flicking to Atsumu quickly. "I don't think we need the internet to watch us have sex."
"What if I told ya they're makin' money," Atsumu says, a smirk loose across his mouth. "Lots of it."
Sakusa hums, turning at an angle to face Atsumu. "Atsumu." Sakusa huffs out a sigh. "How much money are they making?"
Atsumu pecks Sakusa on the cheek, ruffling a few stray curls away from his eyes. "Thousands."
Sakusa's eyes widen a noticeable amount, "Just to have sex on camera?"
"Well," Atsumu exhales, rubbing his temple. "Ya kinda hafta play it up,"
"Play it up?" Sakusa shifts, sliding closer to Atsumu, their legs touching now. "Play what up?"
"Ya know…" Atsumu lifts one of Sakusa's legs and drapes it over his lap. "Yer noises."
"Atsumu." Sakusa breathes. "I'm not really that loud in bed."
"Yeah," Atsumu scratches at the back of his neck, using his other hand to rub small crescents into Sakusa's shin. "Yer gonna hafta work on that. Ya know, if ya wanna make money. Thousands."
Sakusa shifts a little against Atsumu's lap, arms still crossed over his chest. "Atsumu."
"Mm?" Atsumu tilts his head and raises one of his eyebrows when he looks at Sakusa.
Sakusa shrugs. "You know, people are into all kinds of porn."
"What're ya gettin' at here?" Atsumu frowns a little. If a question mark could form above his head, it would.
"We could roleplay." Sakusa wiggles his brows stiffly. "You know, professor and student. Pool boy and his rich boss. Or, we could just have sex you know, like we always do."
"Geez, roleplay was tha first thing on yer mind? I'm startin' ta think I bore ya in bed." Atsumu sighs, smacking Sakusa's shin lightly. "Do I?"
"No." Sakusa giggles. "I enjoy our sexual relationship, you know what I like. But, I think a little roleplay could be fun."
"So yer down?" Atsumu almost vibrates in his seat.
"I suppose." Sakusa nods. "We have to practice first. I'm not making a fool of myself for the internet."
"Yeah, 'course." Atsumu happily hums. "As much practice as ya want."
The first try was a little awkward and very uncoordinated.
Atsumu's hands slide over Sakusa's sides, gripping tight enough around his waist to leave a bruise. Sakusa's back arches gently off of the mattress as he wraps his legs around Atsumu's center.
"God, get on with it, Miya," Sakusa grumbles, blinking up through wet lashes at Atsumu.
"Yer so pretty when yer bossy," Atsumu hums dazed, spitting into his palm.
Sakusa chokes out at groan at the compliment, his hands gripping fistfuls of the duvet. The stretch is mean when Atsumu dips a finger into Sakusa and curls it. Sakusa's heels dig mean into the small of Atsumu's back when Atsumu gently rocks his finger in and out.
Atsumu slides another finger inside Sakusa alongside the first and begins to spread him out. Sakusa squeezes his eyes closed, empty hand reaching out to claw at Atsumu's shoulder. Sakusa feels a spout of drool slip down his chin as he tips his head back, a broken moan falling from the back of his throat.
"Ya feel good?" Atsumu whispers, low and gravelly.
Sakusa knows it's a rhetorical question. It's something Atsumu always asks to boost his ego. Sakusa nods slowly anyway, whining quietly when Atsumu frees his fingers and haphazardly wipes them dry on the covers.
"Yeah? That's what I like ta hear baby," Atsumu sits back on his knees, tearing the foil of the condom open with his teeth.
Sakusa stares at Atsumu as he rolls the condom over his dick, drool pooling behind his teeth. Sakusa feels the tip of his ears and nose warm and a yelp spills out of him when Atsumu grips his hips, hard.
When Atsumu finally pushes inside, Sakusa's legs fall away from where they were wrapped around Atsumu's back. Atsumu is so big and the stretch burns so fucking good. Sakusa claws up Atsumu's back, fingers threading into messy, grown out blonde hair.
"Ya feel good?" Atsumu asks again, this time his lips brush against Sakusa's neck with each syllable. "C'mon baby, tell me."
"Fuck," Sakusa begrudgingly chokes out. "You— you fuckin' know I do. Move."
Atsumu sucks on Sakusa's neck for a beat before he finally rolls his hips. Sakusa's muscles go taut and his entire nervous system sets ablaze. It feels amazing. Of course it does. It always does. Atsumu knows Sakusa's body better than he knows it himself.
"Look at ya," Atsumu huffs out an amused sound, reaching down to cup Sakusa's cheek. "Tha world deserves ta see someone so pretty,"
Sakusa grimaces, albiet reaches up to cover Atsumu's hand with his own. Atsumu picks up his pace, slamming into Sakusa with no hesitation. Sakusa's legs lose all feeling when Atsumu rams into his sweet spot.
"C'mon." Atsumu grunts, his hands sliding over Sakusa's body as if it's first time touching it. "Let me hear you,"
Sakusa narrows his eyes, hand wrapping around Atsumu's forearm. The blunt edges of his nails dig into Atsumu's honey skin when the head of Atsumu's cock digs so meanly into his sweet spot again. Sakusa's vision goes white and he feels the familiar flame licking around his guts.
Sakusa inhales, it's broken, debauched. "F—fuck, Miya."
"There ya go baby," Atsumu leans over Sakusa's body to press an open mouthed kiss to his forehead. "Yer so good."
"Shut up." Sakusa bites, grinding his hips down into Atsumu's movements.
Atsumu gently lifts one of Sakusa's calves and drapes it over his shoulder. Turning his head, Atsumu presses a kiss into the smooth plane of Sakusa's skin. Atsumu blinks down at Sakusa, fucked out and wanting. A drop of sweat slides down his temple as he rolls his hips deep and hard.
"Call me Atsumu-san," Atsumu drawls, a whine curling at the end of his words.
Sakusa tenses, "Are you fucking crazy, Miya?"
"No," Atsumu thrusts gently. "If ya wanna get into tha roleplay— fuck— ya gotta try!"
Sakusa narrows his eyes, nails digging deeper into Atsumu's forearm. His throat goes dry as he croaks out a quiet moan and he flicks his eyes to Atsumu. Atsumu grunts, licking a hot stripe over the tight muscle of Sakusa's calf.
"C'mon," Atsumu frowns, his hips stuttering a bit. "Baby— please, just say it."
Sakusa swallows a protest, biting his tongue. His hands slide up Atsumu's forearms, stopping just beneath his elbows.
"Fuck, A-Atsumu-san," Sakusa reluctantly whines, his eyes squeezed shut.
Atsumu's hips press deep, Sakusa swears he can feel Atsumu rearranging his guts for a moment. The leg over Atsumu's shoulder begins to cramp and his eyes shut tighter than before when Atsumu wraps his too big, calloused palm around his cock.
The generous, languid pumps make Sakusa dizzy and when his orgasm wracks through him like a bolt of lightning, he allows the moans he'd normally choke down to spill from his mouth. Atsumu comes not long after, wilting over Sakusa's middle and peppering kisses across his stomach, lapping up some of Sakusa's orgasm that had spilled over his stomach.
"You're disgusting." Sakusa groans, draping an arm over his eyes.
"Mm, save the dirty talk for tha camera babe." Atsumu stamps his words with a kiss just beneath Sakusa's navel.
"We're going to need more practice than that." Sakusa shifts beneath Atsumu's weight. "That was far too awkward."
Atsumu nods. "We'll get tha hang of it!"
Their second attempt was definitely not camera ready, either — though, not as awkward as the first.
Sakusa sat at the dining table, focused with glasses perched at the tip of his nose. Sakusa flicks his eyes up when Atsumu barges through the front door, sweat spilling down the sides of his face and over his chest.
"Long practice?" Sakusa tilts his head, biting his bottom lip between his teeth.
"God ya have no idea," Atsumu slides into the kitchen, turning the faucet on and splashing a few handfuls of water into his face. "Meian has never missed so many damn passes in his life!"
"Mmm," Sakusa taps a pen against his chin. "Seems like you're stressed."
"Fuckin' hell," Atsumu sighs, his shoulders finally relaxing. "I know ya want me ta leave my volleyball stress at tha door, I'm sorry,"
"No need to apologize," Sakusa rakes his eyes over Atsumu's body, sweat suck t-shirt and tight shorts — they drove Sakusa insane.
Atsumu squints, leaning over the table to eye Sakusa closer. "Who are ya and what have ya done with my boyfriend?"
"You're ridiculous." Sakusa sighs, a smile curling over his lips. "You can talk to me."
"What tha hell is wrong with you!" Atsumu smacks one of his palms flat against the table. "Did ya take somethin'?"
Sakusa blinks, giving Atsumu another once over. "I didn't take anything."
"Yer bein' all nice! It's weird!" Atsumu pouts, his eyes rounding with concern. "It's makin' me kinda hard so, stop it!"
Sakusa giggles, sitting up in his seat to lean a little bit over the table. Sakusa's hand slides across the table, climbing up Atsumu's forearm and over the curve of his shoulder until he's cupping Atsumu's face.
"Atsumu-san, you can talk to me."
Atsumu's eyes widened as he pulled away from Sakusa. For a moment, they stared at each other in silence only it for it to be broken by Atsumu's wince as he pinched himself.
"Okay. What tha fuck!" Atsumu groaned. "First ya don't get on me 'bout my volleyball gripin' then ya caress me and now yer callin' me Atsumu-san!"
Sakusa doesn't say anything, only purses his lips and tucks a stray strand of Atsumu's overgrown hair behind his ear.
"Sakusa!" Atsumu finally breaks, wrapping his fingers around the width of Sakusa's wrist. "Talk ta me!"
"God Miya," Sakusa groans, falling back into his seat. "I was trying to get you into the mood." He shrugs. "You were the one who said you liked to be called Atsumu-san, and we need more practice if we're going to make these thousands you speak of."
"Oh." Atsumu sighs, sliding around the table to hang behind Sakusa. "Can we start over? Be a sexy professor or somethin'."
"Atsumu," Sakusa huffs, amused. "No."
"Omiii," Atsumu drawls, gripping Sakusa's shoulders tight. "Humor me. I'll be yer irresistible student."
Sakusa lets his head hang for a moment before he leans back to look at Atsumu. Atsumu has a rosy blush growing over his throat and up his face and Sakusa can't help but feel a little intrigued. He cups one of the hands over his shoulder and squeezes Atsumu's knuckles.
"Okay," Sakusa chuckles, "Go freshen up and I'll be your… professor."
Atsumu nods quickly and disappeared down the hall with a slamming bathroom door.
Later finds Sakusa still spinning the pen over his knuckles and a sopping wet Atsumu sliding out of the bathroom. Sakusa tenses when Atsumu's hands wrap tight around his shoulders.
"You're late," Sakusa starts. "Have a seat."
Atsumu bites on the inside of his mouth as he sits down, eyes focusing anywhere but on Sakusa.
"Atsumu." Sakusa hums. His tone is stern and he hooks his ankle around Atsumu's calf beneath the table. "You know that you're going to fail my class, don't you?"
Sakusa can see it— when Atsumu clicks with the scene, his eyes glaze over and a deep blush splays across his face.
"I know." Atsumu whispers. "I'll do anythin' to make it up to ya,"
"Anything?" Sakusa licks the corner of his mouth, his foot traveling up Atsumu's leg as he spoke.
"Anythin'," Atsumu nods, shifting against the hard wood of his chair. "I'd even get down on my knees and suck ya off if ya wanted."
Sakusa rolls his eyes. "Atsumu. No. We have to work up to that."
"Right right, scratch that," Atsumu giggles and clears his throat. "I'm so sorry … professor."
"You're such a bad student," Sakusa coos, reaching across the table to scrape his nails over the back of Atsumu's hand. "Though, I wouldn't mind having you around for another year… to ogle."
Atsumu bites his lip, wincing as Sakusa drags his toes over his half hard cock. Atsumu's breath hitches and Sakusa digs the heel of his foot into Atsumu's lap.
"Fuck, Jesus," Atsumu drops his head, wrapping his hand around Sakusa's ankle. "Yer makin' me crazy."
"Yeah?" Sakusa taunts. "You're going crazy, huh?"
Atsumu nods, rutting his hips into the curve of Sakusa's foot. It feels so good, makes Atsumu's entire body warm up and tingle. The drag of his throbbing, rock hard cock against the cotton of his briefs was driving Atsumu insane, pushing him closer to the edge.
"Look at you, rutting like a dog in heat against my foot." Sakusa pushes harder against Atsumu's cock. "Pathetic."
"Omi, fuck," Atsumu's jaw falls slack and a spout of drool spills from his lip. "Fuck harder please,"
"That's no way to talk to me." Sakusa lightens the pressure. "Call me Sakusa-san."
Atsumu yanks his head up, eyes wide while he looks at Sakusa. "Ya can't be fuckin' s-serious."
"Oh, but I am." Sakusa attempts to pull his ankle back but is stopped by the grip of Atsumu's hand.
Atsumu scoffs, horny and desperate he whines. "Sakusa-san, c'mon, make me cum. I'll be good, I'll do my homework, whatever tha fuck you want!"
Sakusa smirks, "That's a good boy."
Sakusa presses his heel back into Atsumu's lap, rolling his foot over the outline of Atsumu's rock hard cock. Atsumu thrusts against Sakusa's foot as if his life depended on his orgasm. Sakusa watched Atsumu fuck himself against the sole of his foot, his eyes stuck on the desperate expression painting Atsumu's face.
"There you go." Sakusa says, low and honey. "Make yourself cum."
Atsumu rocks a little harder, with a little less rhythm. Sakusa doesn't blink as he watches Atsumu cum, when his face scrunches up and a damp spot wets his sweats.
"Jesus," Atsumu eventually chokes out, his face blood red when he flicks his eyes up to Sakusa. "That felt real good,"
"It was nice to watch, too." Sakusa lets his foot fall away from Atsumu. "You get so pathetic sometimes, Atsumu."
Atsumu's brows knit together. "Hey! What tha hell!"
Sakusa raises a brow, "Did you or did you not just fuck an orgasm out of yourself against the bottom of my foot?"
Atsumu wilts, a frown falling upon his lips. "Ya provoked me."
Sakusa shrugs, "I suppose. This was good practice though, no?"
"Fuckin' amazing' practice, babe, yer so hot." Atsumu grins, wiggling his brows.
"Don't work yourself up again, I've really got to finish paying the bills or we won't have electricity."
"Soooo hot how yer all professional." Atsumu says, teasing.
"I'm serious, Atsumu."
"So am I."
The third go around? They were getting slightly more comfortable.
Sakusa crawls into bed, tips of his hair dripping with water. His skin is flushed with a rosy pink and a towel is tightly wrapped around his waist. Atsumu glances up from his phone and his interest is piqued.
"Thought ya didn't want our wet bodies in tha bed," Atsumu says, tossing his phone aside.
"Mmm," Sakusa crawls closer, throwing one of his legs over Atsumu's lap and settling into it. "I'll make an exception."
"Yer bein' all weird again," Atsumu swallows, looking up at Sakusa.
Before Atsumu could speak again, Sakusa pinched his cheeks between his fingers and smooshed his lips together.
"Atsumu." Sakusa spoke, firm and serious. "If we're ever going to make porn, you have to go with the flow. I thought I would be the awkward one."
"I jus' ain't used to ya bein' all forward!" Atsumu spits through puckered lips. "It's weird, Omi."
"Just go with it," Sakusa whispers, leaning in to press his mouth against Atsumu's.
Atsumu is stiff at first, his hands awkwardly draped over Sakusa's thighs. Though, when Sakusa begins to rock his hips against Atsumu's lap, he melts into the movements. Atsumu's hands slide up Sakusa's sides and tuck beneath his armpits to flip the two of them over.
Sakusa stared up at Atsumu with wet eyes and blown pupils, letting his legs fall open and the towel to slide off as Atsumu crawled between his legs. Atsumu peppers a few kisses just beneath Sakusa's navel before he sits back onto his knees and peels off his own shirt.
The reveal will never fail to make Sakusa's skin heat up and his cock twitch in interest — the sharp, hard earned lines of Atsumu's abs were enough to make anyone with eyes lightheaded.
Atsumu situates himself between Sakusa's legs, sliding one of his hands over the soft plane of Sakusa's stomach. His hand doesn't stop moving up until his fingers dance over Sakusa's bottom lip, pressing inside. Sakusa swirls his tongue around the digit, nibbling gently on the tip of Atsumu's finger.
Atsumu watches Sakusa suck on his finger, jaw slack and eyes rounded. Sakusa spits out Atsumu's finger, drool following and trickling down his chin. It's hot and messy and Atsumu almost loses his balance.
"Fuck," Atsumu grunts, haphazardly shoving down his sweats and boxers in one swift movement and they bunch around his thighs. "Ya drive me crazy,"
"Yeah?" Sakusa all but whines, biting on his lip. "Then fuck me just like that,"
Atsumu groans, his cock twitching against his stomach. He slides his hand over Sakusa's inner thigh and gives the skin there a mean squeeze. After a moment, Atsumu slides his finger over Sakusa's entrance, prodding just a little to tease. Sakusa whines, gripping up a fistful of the duvet and placing one of his feet against Atsumu's core.
Sakusa chokes out a broken moan as Atsumu slides his finger inside, curling it almost immediately upon entrance. Sakusa goes taut for a moment, sliding his food down Atsumu's stomach and toeing over the leaking head of Atsumu's cock.
"Jesus," Atsumu ruts against the pressure over his cock, scraping against Sakusa's insides. "Yer a freak,"
Sakusa shrugs, pressing himself down gently against Atsumu's prodding fingers. Atsumu drags his fingers slowly for a while, pulling out of Sakusa when his cock throbbed against his Sakusa's foot.
"Ya gonna fuck me now?" Sakusa hums, debauched. "I'd love it if you did."
"Shut up," Atsumu wiggles a little closer, almost tripping over his sweats. "I'm gonna fuck ya good,"
"Mmm," A chill wracks through Sakusa's body when Atsumu's cock prods against his entrance. "Prove it."
Atsumu grips tight around Sakusa's hips, his bones rubbing against Atsumu's palm. His grip is tight around Sakusa when he pushes inside, tight rings of muscle squeezing around him and turning his vision white.
"Fuck," Sakusa grunts, one of his hands wrapping around Atsumu's wrist. "You're so big, Atsumu-san,"
"If ya keep that up," Atsumu seats himself to the hilt, curling over Sakusa's body and nuzzling into his ear to whisper. "I'll have a fuckin' dry orgasm,"
Sakusa tilts his head back against the pillow, curls damp and mussed, blush high over his cheeks. His nails dig into Atsumu's skin when Atsumu bites down onto his earlobe as he begins to rock his hips. Sakusa squeezes his eyes shut and goosebumps well up over his skin behind each kiss Atsumu places over the nape of his neck. Atsumu eventually picks up the pace of his thrusts, rocking the headboard against the wall gently.
"Ya hear that?" Atsumu rolls his hips in a few consecutive, hard thrusts. "Tha sound of me fuckin' ya real good baby,"
A broken hum is all Sakusa can muster, turning his neck to allow Atsumu to suck on the sensitive spot of his throat. Atsumu sucks a dark hickey just beneath the curve of Sakusa's jaw, licking a hot stripe over his jugular. His pace grows borderline sporadic, fingers digging bruises into Sakusa's hips.
It's gross. Disgusting really. Drool spills from Sakusa's mouth where his jaw hangs slack, an obscene squelch echoes off of the walls and it's all accompanied by a consistent creaking thump against the wall.
Sakusa doesn't have time to think about how gross it is because he feels so fucking good — the consistent dig right into his prostate, Atsumu's balls slapping against him so meanly and the dig of the calloused pads of Atsumu's fingers into hips drive him so fucking close to the edge.
"Fuck, Atsumu," Sakusa's voice is gravelly and it cracks between words. "I'm g'na cum. Please,"
"Yeah? Yer gonna cum?" Atsumu thrusts deliciously hard into him. Once. Twice. "Yer gonna cum so hard aren't you?"
Sakusa nods quick, his orgasm prowling through his limbs. His stomach is tightening and loosening in fast increments and he's dizzy. One more thrust into his sweet spot and he's spilling ropes of hot, milky white over his stomach.
"Yeah, fuckin' look at ya," Atsumu growls, thrusting hard. "Cumming untouched, fuckin' whore,"
"Atsu," Sakusa croaks, smacking at Atsumu's forearm, "Pull out a— and cum on me, please please please,"
Atsumu grunts, gripping the base of his cock as he pulls out. Sakusa watches intently as Atsumu jerks himself once, twice, three times before he's spilling over Sakusa's stomach. It's warm and gooey all over Sakusa's soft muscles as the cum mixes across his stomach.
"Fuck," Atsumu sighs, crashing down onto the mattress next to Sakusa.
Atsumu scoots a bit closer, pressing a few kisses into Sakusa's temple.
"That was fucking amazing." Sakusa leans into the kiss. "We should've filmed it."
"Yeah? Think that was tha money maker?" Atsumu giggles, brushing a few curls away from Sakusa's eyes.
"I know it was. Look at me I'm covered in cum. I'm going to have to shower again,"
"Can I join ya?"
"If you keep your hands to yourself."
By the fourth try they were ready to film.
Nothing is perfect the first time, though.
"I think I'm ready to be filmed." Sakusa begins, watching Atsumu freeze up across the table.
Atsumu tilts his head in curiosity, blinking a few times to make sure he heard Sakusa correctly.
"Yer ready to be on camera?" Atsumu says, barely above a whisper.
"Yes. That's what I said."
Atsumu nods, kicking Sakusa's shin beneath the table. "If yer sure and all,"
"Atsumu." Sakusa sighs amusedly. "I'm ready."
"Alright," Atsumu stands from the table. "Give me a minute to stand up the phone and we'll start fuckin'."
"Don't make me regret this."
After a while of waiting, Sakusa slides into their bedroom. He looks around, peeking into the bathroom and scraping his eyes over Atsumu. He stood in front of the mirror, already undressed and flexing. Sakusa hums to himself, watching until he catches Atsumu's attention.
"Ah, I was gonna come and get'cha. I got a little distracted,"
"I can see that," Sakusa chews on his lip. "I don't mind."
"Don't hafta flirt with me," Atsumu smiles, turning on the ball of his foot to tiptoe into the bedroom. "Already got me nice and buttered up, Omi."
Sakusa melts into Atsumu's arms, tilting his head back so Atsumu could suck on his Adam's apple. Sakusa's hands slide around Atsumu's back and his eyes wander around the room.
"Atsumu," Sakusa whispers, one of his hands tangling into the mess of Atsumu's overgrown undercut. "Are you filming?"
"Mm," Atsumu nods, licking a hot line over Sakusa's throat. "Over there," Atsumu says, gesturing behind him.
Sakusa doesn't give it a second thought, pulling back a hair to slide his shirt over his head. Sakusa's skin sticks to Atsumu's, it's warm and soft and tickles his arms. Atsumu's hands map their way over the curvature of Sakusa's back, dip into his bottoms and slide them down.
Sakusa steps out of his sweats and briefs, kicking them to the side. For a moment, he and Atsumu stare at each other, breathing hard with blown out pupils. Only does the silence end when Sakusa pushes hard against Atsumu's chest, knocking him down onto the bed. Atsumu chuckles, it's sweet and hungry and his hands immediately find their place over Sakusa's hips when he settles into his lap.
"Yer such a tease," Atsumu mumbles, his lips moving across Sakusa's collar bones. "Ya gonna show off fer tha camera?"
Sakusa nods, rolling his hips down against Atsumu's cock. Sakusa locks his ankles together behind Atsumu's back, his hands gripping tight over Atsumu's shoulders. Sakusa whines when Atsumu's lips peck their way down his chest and wrap air tight around one of his nipples, he swears he feels his cock twitch when Atsumu begins to suck.
Sakusa tugs tightly on Atsumu's hair, pulling him back after his nipple begins to grow raw beneath Atsumu's teeth.
"Fuck me," Sakusa mouths, placing a shockingly chaste kiss to Atsumu's forehead. "I'm ready."
Atsumu smiles, wide and loopy when he picks the two of them up and tosses Sakusa onto his back. Sakusa blinks slow as he watches Atsumu coat his fingers in saliva. When spit trails down Atsumu's knuckles and slides down his arm, Sakusa spreads his legs — silently begging Atsumu to get on with it.
"Look at ya," Atsumu crawls between Sakusa's legs, his dry hand resting tightly over his right knee. "Always ready fer me, aren't ya?"
"Yeah, yes. I am. For you." Sakusa nods, loopy and horny out of his mind. "Put your fingers in, please."
Who would Atsumu be if he denied Sakusa?
With a deep breath, Atsumu dips his fingers inside of Sakusa, curling them upon the intrusion. Sakusa yelps, one of his hands wrapping tight around the hand Atsumu had over his knee. When Atsumu begins to scissor Sakusa open, Sakusa's toes curl against the mattress.
Sakusa turns to mush beneath Atsumu's fingers, gently rolling his hips down onto Atsumu's fingers. Sakusa pouts when Atsumu finally pulls his fingers free — he doesn't have much time to dwell because, Atsumu spits into his palm and begins to jerk himself off.
"Mmm," Sakusa licks across his teeth. "You're nasty, Atsumu, look at you. Always so impatient, just dying to get inside of me."
"Shaddup," Atsumu winces, giving a few more generous rolls of his wrist. "Yer tha — fuck — one layin' out like a whore fer me."
Sakusa doesn't reply, keeping his eyes glued to Atsumu's hand as he jerks himself off.
"Put it in," Sakusa begs, breathless. "I'm ready,"
Atsumu smirks, pulling himself closer to Sakusa's body and prodding his head against Sakusa's hole. Sakusa's muscles tighten and loosen in quick increments when Atsumu finally seizes his teasing and pushes inside. The stretch and burn will always drive Sakusa fucking crazy — like Atsumu's body was perfectly molded to fit so beautifully inside of his.
"Fuck Atsu," Sakusa wraps his hand around the back of Atsumu's neck to pull him down closer. "You're so fucking hot."
Sakusa presses their mouths together, the kiss is teeth and tongue and saliva as their mouths begin to move together. Atsumu gives his hips a gentle thrust that makes Sakusa bite down on his lip. Sakusa slides his tongue over Atsumu's molars, hands tight around Atsumu's neck and shoulder blade.
Atsumu pulls himself away, stamping a wet kiss to the corner of Sakusa's mouth as he does.
"Yer so perfect baby," Atsumu smiles, drilling his hips meanly into Sakusa. "Suckin' me in like ya was made fer me."
"I— shit— I was." Sakusa says, breath punched out of him. "I was made for— for you."
Atsumu's thrusts are so mean now, skin slapping against skin echoing off of the walls with each movement. The headboard is knocking against the wall again and Sakusa has his eyes squeezed shut, tight.
"Yeah? Ya were baby, this hole was made fer me," Atsumu leans down just enough to nip at Sakusa's chest. "Ya make me feel so good,"
Atsumu wraps one of his hands around the base of Sakusa's cock, jerking Sakusa in time with his thrusts. Sakusa arches his back slightly off of the mattress, his mind struggling to pick between fucking up into Atsumu's hand or down into his cock. Atsumu thumbed gently beneath Sakusa's weeping tip, squeezing the length of his cock tightly.
"G'na cum," Sakusa slurs, grabbing up a fistful of the duvet until his knuckles turn white.
"Yeah?" Atsumu almost mocks. "Gonna cum fer me? Gonna cum on my cock? Go ahead baby, cum like ya mean it,"
The combination is overwhelming Sakusa in the best way — the way Atsumu is massaging his prostate and squeezing his cock, the things he's saying, it makes Sakusa's head spin. Sakusa cums, more than he ever has in his life — spurts of milky white pour over his skin and some of it spills down Atsumu's knuckles.
"Yeah, there ya go," Atsumu jerks Sakusa through his high. "Such'a good boy."
Sakusa sniffles, eyes following Atsumu's cum covered hand as he brings it to his mouth and laps it up — it makes Sakusa moan, loud.
"Fuck," Atsumu grunts, his thrusts are mean and they push Sakusa closer to the headboard. "G'na cum in ya baby,"
Sakusa nods, squeezing his eyes shut again. A few more rolls of his hips and Atsumu is spilling inside of Sakusa, filling him up until cum spills out.
"Fuckfuckfuck," Atsumu groans, "I love ya, fuck,"
Atsumu wilts over Sakusa's frame, collapsing on top of him when he finally comes down from his high. Sakusa scrapes his nails gently up and down Atsumu's back as they sit in silence. Atsumu yawns after a while, pecking Sakusa on the cheek.
"Ya think tha camera got it all?" Atsumu asks, gently rolling himself off of Sakusa and reaching behind him for his phone.
Sakusa blinks. "It was propped up on the headboard so, I hope."
Atsumu sucks in a sharp breath and narrows his eyes.
"Atsumu." Sakusa says, stern and curt.
"Well.." Atsumu giggles awkwardly. "Tha phone musta died,"
"Atsumu!" Sakusa groans. "Fuck."
"Yeah, we're gonna hafta do just that… again." Atsumu smiles, "Fer tha camera,"
"Let me set up the phone next time."
The fifth try was almost perfect. Almost.
"Do ya want to roleplay some more?" Atsumu asks, folding a towel over his lap.
"Does folding the laundry do it for you?" Sakusa chuckles, tucking a shirt into his drawer.
"Shaddup," Atsumu scoffs. "I was jus' thinkin'!"
"Okay." Sakusa turns, sitting down next to Atsumu on the bed. "What were you thinking?"
Atsumu's cheeks go a bit rosy, his eyes glancing down to the floor. "Well,"
Sakusa rubs the ditch between Atsumu's shoulder blades softly, cooing at him almost amused.
"I was thinkin' about tha boss thing ya said," Atsumu mumbles, embarrassed.
"Yeah? You want to be my employee?" Sakusa smiles. "Want to fuck me until I raise your salary?"
"Omi, don't tease me," Atsumu frowns, shrugging Sakusa away from his back. "I'm fer real."
"I'm for real too." Sakusa nods. "I think it will be fun."
Atsumu blinks a few times, crossing his arms over his chest. Sakusa chuckles, amused. The tips of Atsumu's ears go pink and he falls flat onto his back.
"Come ride me, boss," Atsumu sighs, rucking his shirt up his stomach and patting it gently.
"You're ridiculous," Sakusa sighs, shoving the last piece of laundry away. "It doesn't work like that."
"Why not," Atsumu frowns, looking up at Sakusa where he hovered above him. "Just get on."
"Atsumu." Sakusa grunts, planting his palm flat against Atsumu's stomach. "We've got to set the scene. And get the phone ready."
"'Kay," Atsumu sighs, debauched. "I'll be yer employee, super hot and you jus' can't resist me."
Sakusa shakes his head, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Sakusa meticulously places the phone on record and sits it upright against the headboard. He flattens the wrinkle in his shirt and inhales.
"It's inappropriate for you to have invited me here," Sakusa dives headfirst. "You know this is against the rules.
Sakusa bites on his tongue, swinging one leg over Atsumu's lap and settling into his lap.
"Mmm," Atsumu hums, his mouth finding Sakusa's neck. "It's inappropriate but I jus' need ya so bad."
"Yeah?" Sakusa rolls his hips a little, just to tease Atsumu a bit. "You want to impress me? Fuck me until I raise your salary?"
"Ya gonna raise it?" Atsumu slides his hands beneath Sakusa's shirt and pulls it over his shoulders.
"If you fuck me good enough, I'll consider," Sakusa smiles as he tugs Atsumu's shirt over his head.
Atsumu pulls them back on the mattress, sliding Sakusa off of his lap and clambering on top of him. Sakusa fidgets with the drawstring of Atsumu's sweats, sliding them down the best he could.
"Trying to keep me out?" Sakusa huffed.
"Nah," Atsumu sits back on his calves, shucking down his pants and briefs, half hard cock chubbing against his stomach. "I want ya in baby,"
Sakusa feels his face burn, "I want you in me."
"Yeah?" Atsumu dips into Sakusa's bottoms, sliding them off and disregarding them. "Ya came over without underwear?"
Sakusa shrugs, "Makes things easier, doesn't it?"
Atsumu smirks, snaking his hands beneath the hem of Sakusa's shirt and bunching it up to his collarbones. Sakusa's breathing gets quicker, more shallow.
"Yer so hot," Atsumu wraps his hand around his cock. "Been oglin' ya fer months,"
"Should've fucked me over my desk," Sakusa winces when Atsumu licks the palm of his hand between tugs.
"Don't tempt me," Atsumu pulls away from himself, sliding a finger over Sakusa's hole.
"Atsu," Sakusa groans, his muscles tensing. "I.. I prepped already,"
Atsumu guffaws, eyes wide and a spout of drool slides from his bottom lip. "Ya really are a whore. We've all been talkin' about'cha."
"Oh yeah?" Sakusa licks the curve of his lips. "You've been conversing about my body? I'm right here and you still haven't started fucking me,"
Atsumu rolls his eyes, gripping Sakusa's inner thigh and forcing his legs apart. Atsumu shuffles further between Sakusa's legs, pressing the purpled head of his cock against Sakusa's hole.
"Atsumu," Sakusa says, stern, not in character.
Sakusa's stomach tensed, a warm, consistent drip falling over his soft skin. He ignores it for a moment, brushing it off as Atsumu's drool — but, it continues, persistent and warm, sliding down his hip.
"Shaddup and let me fuck ya," Atsumu bites.
"Atsumu, seriously," Sakusa sighs, pulling himself to sit up. "Your nose is bleeding."
"Damnit," Atsumu wipes beneath his nose with the back of his hand. "Stupid nose spray. It was on tha side effects but I didn't expect it ta interrupt my super hot sex,"
"Atsumu. First of all, you're bleeding on the bed," Sakusa sighs, bunching up Atsumu's discarded shirt and holding it gently beneath Atsumu's nose. "Secondly, don't refer to it as super hot sex, please."
"Yeah, sorry," Atsumu wilts, his cock softening while he crawls out of bed. "We can keep goin',"
"No." Sakusa stops Atsumu. "You have to keep your head propped up for at least twelve hours."
"It's a bloody nose, not a big deal," Atsumu holds his face over the bathroom sink. "But, if it makes ya feel better babe,"
"It does." Sakusa rolls out of bed, pulling his sweats back over his hips and pulling a towel from the laundry basket. "We can try again soon. I was enjoying myself."
Sakusa wipes away Atsumu's blood and steps into the bathroom to check on him. Atsumu sat on the lid of the toilet seat, head propped up against the wall.
"Oh, you poor thing," Sakusa coos, pressing a quick kiss to Atsumu's forehead.
"Coulda used the blood as lube," Atsumu smiles, pinching Sakusa's hip.
"Absolutely not."
Sixth times the charm… or whatever they say.
Sakusa's leg rests over Atsumu's middle as he wakes, the tingling sensation of Atsumu scratches over the back of it sends a ping up his spine. The morning light leaks through the half opened blinds and Atsumu yawns. A few fading hickeys make themselves visible when Atsumu stretches, leaning back in to press a kiss to the corner of Sakusa's mouth.
"Ya look pretty this mornin'," Atsumu says, hushed, breath hot against Sakusa's lips. "Every mornin',"
"Buttering me up this early?" Sakusa smiles, "What's got you acting all sweet?"
"Just love ya," Atsumu kisses the column of Sakusa's throat, nibbling on the corner of his jaw bone. "Love ya a lot."
"I love you, too." Sakusa melts into the kisses, pushing Atsumu to lie flat on his back with the muscle of his thigh. "Let me ride you."
Atsumu's eyes widen, rounding when the sheets fall away from Sakusa's body and the weight of Sakusa's body settled over his lap.
"Bein' real forward this mornin'," Atsumu tucks his arms behind his head, watching Sakusa peel his own briefs away.
"It happens," Sakusa shrugs, wiggling around to undress Atsumu. "Don't get used to it."
"I like it." Atsumu frowns, hands falling over the tops of Sakusa's thighs. "Makes me real hot, babe."
"God, just shut up," Sakusa slides two fingers into his mouth, coating them in spit.
Atsumu swallows down a pathetic whine when Sakusa's clean palm falls flat against his chest, he leans forward slightly so that he can reach behind himself. Sakusa's head falls forward and hangs between his shoulders when he pushes inside of himself, waiting absolutely no time before he begins to scissor himself wide open. Sakusa would much prefer Atsumu's calloused fingers stretching him wide but, he's desperate and has no time to waste.
"Look at ya," Atsumu is pleasantly satisfied, eyes following Sakusa's every move. "Openin' yerself open fer my cock."
"God shut up," Sakusa repeats, pulling his fingers out and exhaling the tension he'd been holding in. "Seriously. You have such a big mouth."
"Ya know ya love it," Atsumu smiles.
Sakusa rolls his eyes, hovering himself slightly over Atsumu's cock and gripping the base. Inhaling sharply, Sakusa sinks down onto Atsumu's cock and exhaled again when he's buried to the hilt. Atsumu groans, hands gripping the curve of Sakusa's hips and squeezing.
"You're soooo big Atsu," Sakusa mocks, his hands flat against Atsumu's chest as he begins to roll his hips gently.
"Fuck," Atsumu smacks Sakusa's thigh. "Can't — ah — even get mad at'cha fer mockin' me when ya look so hot,"
Sakusa rolls his hips gently, allowing himself to set a slow, languid pace. It feels good, his hands flat on Atsumu's chest so that he can feel his heart pounding in his fingertips, the slow breeze from their overhead fan and the beautiful streaks of light that cast against Sakusa's bare torso — it makes them both dizzy.
Atsumu finds himself verklempt, his eyes solely following Sakusa's every facial expression. Atsumu watches the way Sakusa's jaw falls open wider with each movement of his hips, the way his curls frame his face and fall with his head as he lets it fall back.
"Fuck Atsu," Sakusa drools, "I feel so good," Sakusa hiccups, dull nails digging into Atsumu's chest. "D-do you?"
"I always feel good with ya baby," Atsumu smiles, "So damn good,"
Atsumu places his feet flat onto the mattress and fucks meanly into Sakusa, his eyes widening when it hits him — it has to be like this. Organic. Not scripted, just sweet, unscripted love making. Atsumu feels around the nightstand, pulling his phone off the charger and opening the camera.
Atsumu starts the video, it's messy and uncoordinated, the lighting is undoubtedly horrific but Sakusa looks fucking heavenly. Atsumu ruts into Sakusa's wet heat hard and earns a few throaty whines from Sakusa.
"Fuck baby," Sakusa drops his head, acknowledging the camera after a moment.
Though he doesn't say anything, just smiles and keeps riding. Atsumu brings the camera down, pointing it at Sakusa's cock. Atsumu wraps his hand tight around Sakusa's cock, pumping it meanly— the head is weeping and a little of it smears on the camera lens. Atsumu jerks mean, quick and tight until Sakusa spills over his knuckles and over the back of the phone.
"Look at'cha baby," Atsumu groans, pushing deep and hard into Sakusa until he's spilling his orgasm too. "Fuckfuck, Jesus, I love ya,"
Sakusa giggles, rolling his hips one more time lazily just to tease. "I love you too, Atsu."
Sakusa sighs, leaning forward to press a kiss to Atsumu's sweaty forehead. Atsumu noses around Sakusa's chin, licking up a droplet of sweat.
"Got yer cum all over my phone," Atsumu chuckles. "But it's definitely tha one,"
Sakusa nods, swiping a few stray strands of hair away from his eyes. "Maybe we should stick with the unscripted sex,"
"I'll just pull out my phone and video ya when I think ya look real sexy," Atsumu smiles, pinching Sakusa's stomach.
"You tell me I look sexy everyday." Sakusa sits up, blinking down at Atsumu's blushed face with wide eyes.
"Then I'll video ya everyday."