Thread by @mmmmsby

#skts | ass man! omi | implied nsfw

they're late.

well, /fashionably/ late, as atsumu yelled from their room, changing his outfit for the third time.

"atsu, at this point they're not going to let us--"

"what about this?"

oh, they might not make it out of the house at all.

atsumu wore a simple white button down instead of the green one before, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair gelled up, and wearing a black fitted slacks.

so simple. and yet so damn good.

those damn pants fit atsumu's thighs so delectably, his legs were the only object of kiyoomi's eyes.

atsumu, arranging the cuffs of his shirt, didn't pay any attention to kiyoomi's slightly agape mouth.

"omi, say somethin'."

kiyoomi's gaze trailed off from atsumu's limbs and worked their way up to his slim waist, to his pecs, to his collarbone peeking from the three open buttons of atsumu's shirt, to finally, atsumu's face.

"uuhh," kiyoomi trailed off, still not done looking at atsumu's physique. "can you turn around?"

"why?"

"you asked me what i think, how would i do that if i'm only seeing one half of your clothes?"

atsumu shrugged his shoulders, accepting kiyoomi's defense and turned around.

and there it was.

great thing atsumu was facing away, otherwise he'd see kiyoomi fixing his gaze on atsumu's butt.

and a subtle bite on his lip as he looked.

where'd these pants come from? it hugged atsumu's thighs tight, but not too much that it felt like second skin.

the tuck of his shirt accentuated his waist, the V shape from his shoulder to his hips, really discernible.

and, with no bias at all, the amazing fit of his clothes gave way to perfectly showcase atsumu's ass.

plump, round, and sculpted.

those damn near impossible sets where atsumu has to squat down on the floor definitely worked.

not only on the court but for kiyoomi too.

"so? are ya done oglin' at me?" atsumu turned around to face kiyoomi, hands on his hips, eyebrows raised him.

/no. i wasn't./

"turn around again."

"what? no, i'm fine with this omi, let's go before meian kills us."

kiyoomi took a few seconds to reflect.

would meian really be mad if they didn't show up? it was one dinner party and they would probably like to have one night of peace without atsumu and kiyoomi bickering all night about which wine to drink.

they were already late anyway. they were supposed to leave ages ago, and it's just rude to show up an hour late to the occasion.

and kiyoomi wanted to do something else.

"fine. come here first, let me fix your sleeves."

atsumu looked down on his shirt again, trying to find any crease and did as kiyoomi asked.

kiyoomi watched atsumu walk over to where he was sitting, distracted by his sleeves then stretched his arms towards kiyoomi for him to fix it.

but his sleeves were already folded perfectly. all it did was give kiyoomi the chance to pull atsumu so he was sitting on kiyoomi's lap.

kiyoomi's hands sitting perfectly on atsumu's butt.

"omi, what the hell? we hafta go!" atsumu tried to wiggle himself out of his grasp but kiyoomi held him perfectly in place, holding his ass and thigh.

"we should skip it." kiyoomi leaned in to smell atsumu by the neck,

hands moving dangerously close to the crack of his bum.

"what the hell are ya sayi--"

"where did you get the pants? it's driving me crazy." he whispered, planting a kiss on atsumu's neck that made the blond hitch a breath in.

"it's an old pair, got 'em at the bottom of my closet."

"hmm, it fits you good, baby. you look amazing." kiyoomi heard atsumu whimper a little bit so he continued moving his hands around the shape of atsumu's butt, kissing the exposed part of his chest.

"aren't ya the one who said we'll be late if we don't go?"

"i did, but i have other things i want to do now than leave so.."

atsumu looked down to meet kiyoomi's eyes, shining with lust.

"what other things?"

"maybe rip these pants off of you."

"hey, ya just said i look good in these!"

"you do. your ass looks so good in them, but i think they'll look better when i'm inside it."

kiyoomi watched as atsumu's eyes widened at his words. to further his cause, kiyoomi leaned upward so his lips hovered above atsumu's and breathed out his next words.

"let's stay home."

"..okay." atsumu whispered against kiyoomi's lips as he parted his own, letting kiyoomi take him, savoring the taste of berries from atsumu's lip balm.

gripping atsumu's ass, he finally dug his nails on the rise of atsumu's pants, successfully ripping it apart.

"okay, i know ya like my ass, but ya didn't hafta ruin my pants for it." atsumu pulled away, hands trying to cover up his exposed behind.

"can't help it. it's like ripping apart the wrappings of my present."

"ya better buy a new one."

"sure, tomorrow. kiss me now." kiyoomi grabbed atsumu's neck to bring him down for another kiss, his other hand appreciating the wonderful ass atsumu possessed, without any cloth covering it.

atsumu demanded kiyoomi to replace his pants, but he didn't have to ask.

kiyoomi would buy him all the fitted pants in the world, if it meant seeing that lovely butt all the time.

and if he gets to rip those pants apart right after.

//he's uncontrollable, i fear