Thread by @murcielagoAO3

#nsfw #osamei #atsumei #atsuosamei

Meian has a problem. A Miya problem.

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.

Meian doesn't have to do much to make Atsumu cry.

A little dirty talk, a little humiliation gets Atsumu rock hard and willing. Meian sits in his armchair and has Atsumu prep himself, hands and knees on the floor and ass presented to give a good show.

They don't always fuck. Often, Meian commands Atsumu over his lap and spanks

both cheeks until they're red and supple under his hand, and Atsumu can no longer answer his trick questions, voice choked up on his tears.

Meian is careful not to hurt him more than he wants to be hurt, and careful afterward to soothe the aches of the body and the heart.

Atsumu leaves with a clarity in his eyes that is bewitching in its beauty and intensity... which might be why Meian continues this thing between them.

It's so different with Osamu.

They meet at the restaurant of course, a typical post-practice team bonding dinner kind of thing, Atsumu insisting on showing off his brother's shop. The food is great.

Meian is so familiar with Atsumu's body at this point that he can't help tracking Osamu with his eyes. Musing.

Meian also can't quite define the surprise of opening his door to find Miya Osamu standing there on the porch in his cap and coat, eyes like smoldering coals.

There's an accusation in that glare, and Meian lets Osamu inside, brain quickly forming an explanation for why he's been

debauching Osamu's brother for the past few months when Osamu simply drops his cap and coat into Meian's armchair and pushes him into the nearest wall, staring deeply into his eyes and then kissing him with an unholy level of skill.

Meian's knees go weak, brain

spinning and voice leaking a whimper as Osamu takes him apart bite by bite. Meian doesn't try to match Osamu's hunger, just lets it roll him over onto his stomach where Osamu can eat his fill, and then stuff him full again.

Osamu burns with heat and sex like the grills in his shop. There's something rabid in his appetite, like he's been starved for touch and warmth and the taste of satisfaction.

Meian finds it inconceivable that Osamu wouldn't have a whole library of black books listing all his

hookup partners, but rather likes being the one Osamu calls on when his urges are too strong to ignore. There's pride in being able to take it and please him so well that afterward, Meian's pleasantly tired out, his mind clear and refreshed.

He kind of understands Atsumu, now.

And this is how Meian divides his attentions. Atsumu one night, Osamu the next. It's crazy. It's delicious.

But maybe it wasn't meant to last, he thinks belatedly when he opens his door and finds both Miyas on his porch.

He lets them in. There's a bit of an awkward standoff, not a word spoken, but each of them trying to anticipate the other's moves.

Meian looks between the two, then folds his arms over his chest. "You here to tell me to choose?"

The twins look at each other.

Then they look at Meian, and shake their heads. Meian raises his brows, mind filled with questions.

They must sense this, for Atsumu and Osamu clasp hands there in front of him, expressions calm, but meaning clear.

Meian's heart skips a beat. Then he shivers in desire.

Meian walks away from them, over to the couch. He sits down in the center, arms stretched along the back, and legs spread.

Atsumu and Osamu hold his gaze. As they approach, they shed their coats and clothes and then each straddles one of Meian's big thighs.

They stroke Meian's pecs and shoulders, laying kisses along the column of his neck and purring into his ears. Meian slides hands down their backs and cups their ass cheeks, squeezing firm flesh and sighing.

Their hands drift down to his belt buckle, and below, tracing

the outline of his hard cock trapped within his jeans. Then they slide down his body to kneel side by side on the floor and undo his pants, eager fingers pulling his erection free.

Two tongues wrap around him from either side, and Meian settles back into the couch to watch.

Those tongues touch and slide against each other as much as they lick over him from base to tip. Meian finds himself licking along his teeth as he enjoyes the sight.

When one puts their mouth all the way down, the other nibbles the base and sucks on his balls. Then they switch.

In a weird way, Meian can tell that they're flirting with each other while sucking his cock.

He's probably in shock to some degree over this revelation, but it's also thrilling to know this secret, to be their bridge, their excuse. Whatever the fuck they need him to do,

or to make them do to each other to scratch that itch that may have brought them to him in the first place.

It's not like he isn't enjoying it.

They suck him off so well, familiar with his sensitive spots and bringing him to climax in tandem--they link hands and bring him off

so he comes on their faces and open mouths, marking them in his scent.

They clean him up with wide wet licks and then nuzzle each other, tongues swiping up the mess and lips slanting over cheeks and chins until their mouths meet, tentative then bold, and then crazed with need.

Meian lets them indulge for a bit. Then he snaps his fingers.

They pull away, reluctantly, but kneel obediently and turn hooded, hazy eyes to him, awaiting instructions.

Meian smiles.

That first time he and Osamu take Atsumu apart until he's got a fucked out look on his face,

body loose and wrung out from their tender care. Other times Meian has Osamu warm his cock while Atsumu uses toys to get himself off. Then Atsumu kisses Osamu while Meian fucks him into the mattress.

Once in a while, Meian lets them both fuck him at the same time, which is so

sickeningly good he sometimes whites out.

Occasionally they come to him alone when their longings get complicated and they need some space. Meian gets it, sort of. There are things he needs too, and is lucky to find with them.

As long as they choose him, his door will be open.

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