I'm cold, so have this #nsfw middle school #Miyacest thought.
Osamu horny playing video games in their room while Atsumu is reading manga. He pauses then reaches over and teases Atsumu's ass, the mere suggestion of his fingers brushing Atsumu's asshole enough to flip his switch.
Atsumu rolls over and tells him to quit it. Osamu simply points to his dick, fully hard in his shorts. Again?? Atsumu complains. Osamu shrugs, not believing a bit of the sarcasm from his twin. They look at ech other for a hot moment, then Atsumu caves. Fiiiiine, he says.
Osamu smirks. Atsumu crawls between his legs, getting comfortable, cheek on Osamu's thigh. He takes Osamu's dick out, then guides it into his mouth, sucking gently, then lays there while Osamu pets his hair and finishes the next levels, occasionally thrusting into his lax throat.
He tells Atsumu how good he is, how hot he is like this. Atsumu shivers in pleasure and accepts anything Osamu wants. Osamu wants to please him too, so when he gets tired of video games he puts a towel on the bed for Atsumu to bite on while he rails him from behind,
slow and fast and slow and fast till Atsumu is out of his mind, quivering taut with the need to cum and then letting him quietly explode on the towel, careful as always not to alert their parents down the hall or leave any evidence behind.
osamu didn't mean to pry when his brother's phone buzzed with a new text. he just unlocked the phone to check the message and didn't think anything of it.
they were expecting a message from kita with an update on his eta for their dinner outing, anyway, and
osamu needed to know whether or not to order another coffee, so when the notif came in, and atsumu was in the cafe restroom, osamu didn't think twice about taking a peek...
...and instantly realizes his mistake. the message was /not/ from kita. nor aran. nor anyone he knew.
"your bf sounds like a slob.🤡how about you come shopping with me again next time? ⌚️👞👔💼🍸"
osamu grips the phone so hard he nearly cracks the screen, rage buffeting his ears.
who the /fuck/ was this "mori-mori" dude hitting on atsumu? offering him watches and shit, like
after msby, shouyou goes back to brazil. of course he does. they all get it, and can deal with it for a year or two. three at the most, he promises. they can visit. he'll visit too. it's not really the end, even if it feels like a
breakup because the balance is broken, one of them is lost, trapped inside a phone screen or laptop microphone while the rest of them float in a directionless orbit because the sun they love is just /gone/.
natsu is inconsolable. she puts on a brave face for her brother when
they have their video calls. he always calls her first, talks with her 1:1 because she's his nacchan, and it helps, but she still winds up curled in a ball in atsumu's lap every night for the first month.
atsumu holds her close and if his shoulder ends up wet he ignores it and
Osamu grows up big and broad, while Atsumu's leaner and softer and slightly shorter, like a coyote to Osamu's wolf, both of them strong and sexy and nearly identical but Osamu can put one big paw on Atsumu and hold him down like an annoyed
papa with a pup, scolding Atsumu when he's acting up. Osamu's got the nurturing traits though, ruling the home and managing the meals and the chores with a dripping masculinity that makes Atsumu crazy in the best ways. Atsumu's the breadwinner but he's kind of a pampered princess
whining for Osamu to wash his hair while he's having his bath. Osamu doesn't mind, doting on him in this and many other ways, especially since he knows a single shampoo will loosen all of Atsumu's tangled complexes until all that's left is a singular lust.
atsumu spooning sleeping osamu and kissing his neck while fondling those perfect pecs, and rubbing his nipples. osamu huffs a breath in his sleep and atsumu slides a hand down underneath the front of his pajamas,
palming his growing bulge. atsumu licks his lips and strokes him fully hard, still kissing along osamu's neck and shoulder even though osamu's beginning to stir. atsumu keeps jerking him until osamu's hand joins his over his pajamas to pause him, and grunts, "the hell, tsumu..."
atsumu chuckles into his brother's back. "mornin'." he rocks his hard cock against osamu's firm ass.
"yer askin' for it," osamu says, arching his back.
"yep," atsumu agrees, licking his way to osamu's ear.
osamu shivers and squeezes his hand over atsumu's between his legs.
It starts with Atsumu. Brash, bratty, toeing the line Atsumu, blond and cocky and getting right under his skin.
Meian figures out pretty quickly what Atsumu is after. He's drawn to authority and wired to prove himself the equal of every man bigger than him, but that's not it.
He's a natural leader on the court, calling their plays and directing all their movements with his setter's hands, and this takes a toll. His stress builds up and he needs an outlet and he comes to Meian privately for release.
;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.