Thread by @murcielagoAO3

;alkjg;ajg work is just a lot right now, so here's some miyamiya thoughts.....

atsumu handcuffed to the headboard and osamu's been teasing him something awful, his dick is so hard, and so red like a candy apple, shiny, glistening, osamu's mouth waters and he licks it, just once

and that's enough for atsumu to shoot one burst of come off to the side but the rest just dribbles out, tearing a horrible whine from atsumu as the orgasm is half ruined.

osamu cleans up the mess, wide licks up the side of atsumu's listing cock and then sucking it rough in

his mouth, knowing his brother is oversensitive at the moment, but also knowing that he has it in him to come again right away. he sucks until atsumu's back bows off the bed, and then stops. he takes out the plug from atsumu's ass. atsumu snaps to attention, quivering with need.

osamu undoes his jeans and takes out his dick, then hikes one of atsumu's legs up and slides right into him, one smooth move.

atsumu trembles, biting his lip, straining against the handcuffs. "samu....!" he groans, clenching as tight as he can.

osamu savors it, the squeeze

perfect. he moves then, fucking into atsumu somewhere between shallow and deep, then working up to longer, faster thrusts that rock the whole damn bed.

atsumu is loud, tossing his head, begging for more, deeper, harder. he looks good like this, and feels even better. osamu

doesn't hold back. he's close, and he hisses through his teeth as he always does when he's approaching that moment of rapture. it makes atsumu thrash wildly and sob, "no, no, together, together!"

osamu clucks his tongue but reaches for atsumu's dick and tugs it in time with his

last thrusts. it happens in synch, atsumu shooting another arc of come over the bed, this one much more impressive than the first, and followed by several more wet splutters as osamu grinds as deep as he can go, filling atsumu up with spurt after spurt of absolute satisfaction.

"ahhhhh," atsumu sighs, chest heaving with panting breaths that turn to gentle chuckles, endorphins flooding his brain and making him feel drunk.

osamu quirks a smile, and leaves a kiss on atsumu's knee before pulling out. he puts the plug back into atsumu before too much come

leaks out on the quilt. atsumu moans as it slides into place, and then just lies there, blissed out.

osamu fixes his fly and pats atsumu's flank with his big hand, then starts to leave the room.

"wait! where are ya goin?" atsumu shouts.

"sandwich!" osamu calls back, leaving

him behind and heading into the kitchen, stretching his arms over his head.

"samuuuu!!" atsumu yells from the bedroom.

osamu rolls his eyes and grins. it's not like he wasn't gonna make his big brother one too.

<3

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